In mid-April, the chaotic and exciting disputes between the wives of the Cheng family, senior officials, cousins, etc. had not dissipated on the streets of the capital. On this day, there was even greater excitement.
People all over the street were running in one direction in a noisy manner, and those who saw it were panicking.
"What happened?"
Everyone asked questions one after another.
"It's okay, it's okay."
The strange thing is that the people who were asked did not share their knowledge as enthusiastically and excitedly as other times. Instead, they shook their heads in unison and said it was okay.
How can they look like nothing is wrong!
Everyone was still running fast, no, running faster than before being questioned, as if they were afraid of being beaten first.
What's even stranger is that there are people holding pots of various sizes.
Seeing the pot and the direction in which everyone was running, someone finally reacted.
"Today is Maoyuan Mountain Festival Day!"
This shout made the stunned people react, and they immediately started running after shouting.
Of course there are many people who don't know why.
"What happened to the Maoyuan Mountain Festival?" they asked in a daze, "There is a family festival, what are you going to see?"
"Sanjiu, you can only eat it from Maoyuan Mountain today." Someone finally couldn't help shouting.
His shouts aroused dissatisfaction from people around him, who cursed and accused him.
"Maoyuan Mountain only has so much. The more people you have, the less you get, you idiot!"
Maoyuan Mountain!
Maoyuan Mountain, the best liquor in the world!
But it was too late for the curse, and everyone finally understood that Maoyuan Mountain can only be eaten once a year, no wonder everyone is running around, no wonder they are all holding serving utensils.
More people gathered on the street and rushed out of the city.
The soldiers standing at the city gate could see these scary crowds more clearly from their vantage point.
"It's even more lively than the funeral." Some soldiers sighed.
"I didn't expect that someone could have such a grand scene after being dead for so long." A soldier couldn't help but lean on the wall to look at it. "It's really worth dying."
Of course, some people are disdainful.
"That's just because of Maoyuan Mountain Wine."
But this was not recognized.
"So what about the wine? In the future, this wine will have its name in the history, and whenever we talk about it, the story of the brothers from Maoyuan Mountain will be indispensable."
"That's right, if I can do this, I don't care if it's because of wine or water."
"You? You should first think about where to find a sister like this."
There was a roar of laughter on the city gate wall.
"What are you doing!"
The general's voice came from the side.
Everyone hurriedly stopped talking and joking, and lined up to defend the city, but their eyes still unconsciously fell on the Maoyuan Mountain Tomb in the distance. There was already a sea of people there, and they had probably started to drink wine, creating a noisy wave.
The hustle and bustle here did not affect the worship.
Under the leadership of Fan Jianglin, Cheng Jiaoniang and Mr. Huang saluted, supported Xiao Baoer to toast Xu Bangchui and others, and kowtowed.
Little Baoer was impatient with being pressed, so he just grabbed the tombstone and played with it, but Huang quickly stopped.
"Let him play." Fan Jianglin said, "It can be regarded as father and son spending time together."
Mrs. Huang couldn't bear these words and turned away to wipe her tears.
Fan Jianglin handed a stack of burning paper to Cheng Jiaoniang and watched Cheng Jiaoniang put it into the brazier.
"Sister, what do you think about the marriage?" he asked suddenly.
The Gao family asked for a marriage from the Queen Mother, and the six men of the Zhou family vowed to avenge the hatred of seizing his wife. Will Mrs. Cheng be forced to marry into the Gao family under authority, or will her childhood sweetheart and cousin marry each other? Gambling houses in the capital are placing heavy bets.
.
Let's have some fun in the cemetery and let the brothers who are thinking about my sister listen.
"Where did our childhood sweethearts come from?" Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.
When she was Qingmei, she was accompanied by Qingdeng.
Fan Jianglin also laughed.
"It's a rumor in the market, it sounds more attractive." He smiled.
"Dalangjun can also joke." Banqin laughed from behind.
The atmosphere in front of the tomb became pleasant, and it seemed that the cold tombstone also became softer.
"What do you think, sister?" Fan Jianglin asked.
"I didn't think about it," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
really…
Banqin lowered his head and smiled, then threw a pile of burning paper into the brazier.
"Then...who will you marry?" Fan Jianglin asked.
"Anyone can." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I haven't thought about it."
Anyone can do it!
Fan Jianglin was a little crazy. What is this word? He knew that this topic should be asked by Huang, but Huang was too timid to ask.
"Then my sister has never thought about marrying anyone?" he asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and shook her head.
"What's there to think about?" she said.
"Nothing to think about?" Fan Jianglin coughed lightly, "Which woman doesn't want to get married? It's a life-long matter. How can my sister not think about it?"
Cheng Jiaoniang laughed.
"Brother, this is a life-long event." She smiled.
"Sister." Huang couldn't listen anymore.
It is said that this younger sister has lived foolishly in a Taoist temple since she was a child, with no one to teach her and no one to talk to her about her daughter. She has always been weird about the ways of the world, so she probably doesn’t understand these things at all.
"A woman's marriage is a lifelong matter, and it is a major event related to lifelong happiness." She said, "You can't marry randomly, and not just anyone can marry. You have to be carefully selected."
"Is it like a sister-in-law choosing her eldest brother?" Cheng Jiaoniang said with a slight smile.
Huang's face turned red and he turned to look at Fan Jianglin.
"Yes." She nodded, "I will be blessed in this life if I choose your eldest brother."
Fan Jianglin also looked a little uncomfortable.
"Sister, what are you talking about?" he said, pretending to be unhappy.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"Sister-in-law is lucky," she said.
"It's not just luck, it's just that I picked well, so my sister must choose carefully. She can't just marry anyone," said Huang.
No, anyone can marry, it’s the same for everyone.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
Even her father could let her marry the enemy who destroyed her family, so who else could she not marry? Marrying someone was no big deal.
"Who do my brother and sister-in-law want me to marry?" she asked.
Fan Jianglin and Huang looked at each other and asked us?
"Whether it works for us or not, it's up to you, sister," Huang said.
"Me," Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I really haven't thought about it. For me, except for one thing, everything else is trivial, trivial things that I don't even need to think about."
Therefore, the lady still has thoughts and desires.
Banqin was excited and curious.
"What's the matter?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Alive." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
alive?
Fan Jianglin and Huang were a little surprised.
"Madam, is it difficult to live?" Banqin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"It's difficult," she said.
It will be difficult to keep the Cheng family's bloodline alive three hundred years later.
She turned to the tombstone, threw a pile of burning paper into the brazier, and watched the smoke rising.
Fan Jianglin also looked at the tombstone and stopped talking.
Yes, it is not easy to live. One moment, you are alive, and the next moment, you become a cold tombstone. There is no such person in this world anymore.
If it's dead, it's dead, if it's gone, it's gone.
He lowered his head, stopped talking, and threw in the burning paper.
……………………………………………..
What a big mountain.
Prince Jin'an looked at the mountains in front of him and reined in his horse.
"It is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack." He said, and the mountain wind blew his cloak around him.
"Your Highness." Several officials behind him followed up and said anxiously with worried faces, "It's better not to go, it's too dangerous."
Prince Jin'an smiled slightly.
"It's okay. If Shitang Village dares to propose it, it shows that they are sincere, and I believe in their sincerity." He said, reaching out to caress the sachet hanging on his waist, and urged his horse to gallop forward.
"Follow up, keep up!"
The officials hurriedly urged, watching as more than a dozen soldiers and guards galloped up to follow them, sending up a cloud of dust on the mountain road.
Everyone was waiting anxiously, but not long after, they saw the people and horses running out turning back again.
"Sir, His Highness only brought four people into the stronghold. Let us come back." The leader said.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed again.
"This is so nonsense!"
"How can this be done!"
"What to do if something happens!"
Amidst the anxious discussion, some officials snorted coldly.
"What should we do?" He said in a cold voice, "The prince refuses to listen to dissuasion and insists on going his own way just to get credit. If something goes wrong, what can you and I do?"
That's true...
The officials present looked at each other.
It's not like they forced him to go. If something happened, it would be his own fault. It's not that easy to drag him to be buried with them.
"Deploy troops to surround Shitang Village and stand by."
The night was dark, and people were hunting with torches at the foot of the mountain. No one rested in the tents set up. Not only did the King of Jin'an County not come back, but he also sent a message saying that he would stay in the cottage.
"Are you being detained or is it true that as the report said, you had a good chat with Shi and Tang, so you want to stay one night?"
"He thought he was Zhuge Kongming and the other party was Sima Yi? It's not a show to be mysterious!"
"What nonsense!"
"It's so late at night that we can't even attack the stronghold."
"His Royal Highness, this county prince really doesn't know the importance of things..."
Everyone frowned and discussed anxiously but could do nothing.
"Let's wait until dawn, no matter what happens at dawn." An official interrupted everyone's discussion with a solemn expression, "We will attack the stronghold."
Everyone nodded.
If the king of the county encounters any unexpected events, they must attack the stronghold. If no unexpected events occur, they must also attack the city. Regardless of the outcome, they will show their loyalty.
Official Nian Xu stood outside the camp, looking at the dark mountains, with a faint sneer on his lips.
Moreover, all the things that should be done were done by then.
There was a muffled sound, and another person fell down in front of him.
Although it was pitch black, Prince Jin'an could tell that all the attendants he had brought with him were lying down.
There were footsteps walking in slowly.
"Your Highness, what else do you have to say?" a male voice said in a sinister tone.
"It turns out that Shi and Tang are so cowardly." Prince Jin'an said with a calm voice and a slight smile. It seemed as if he was still sitting at the banquet just now, instead of being trapped indoors. The attendant was dead, and the door next to the window was
There are bows and arrows pointing at you from all sides, and you will be killed in the next moment.
"Your Highness is wrong." The male voice said calmly, "If you were really timid, what happened now would not have happened. This time can be regarded as a lesson to Your Highness. It is better to be more timid in future actions."
Prince Jin'an smiled.
"Thank you for the advice." He said, "But since you are not timid, why don't we light the lamp and let me see who the murderer is before I die. After all, he is a county prince, otherwise his death would be too cowardly.
"
The male voice laughed.
"Your Highness, if you see clearly who I am, will you stop being such a coward?" He smiled, full of ridicule.
Someone whispered in my ear and came forward.
"... We searched it when we went up the mountain. The guards hid hidden weapons, but everyone was dead. The prince didn't have any weapons on him."
Hearing this sentence, the man smiled even more.
"Okay, not only can we let you take a look, but we can also allow you to say your last words..." he said.
"Thank you very much." King Jin'an said. His clothes were rubbed and he stood up. The man who had adapted to the darkness could clearly see the tall silhouette of the man standing up.
"You, the county prince, are really pitiful..." the man said with a smile.
Before he finished speaking, a fire flashed in front of his eyes, and a fire twister was shaken.
The sudden brightness made the man squint his eyes slightly, but in the blink of an eye the fire was extinguished, leaving only a little spark.
Sparks flashed and there was a hissing sound, as if something was burning.
"Hey, Your Majesty, what kind of fire twister are you holding? It went out before it was lit. If this is the case, then you are destined to be invisible, so just go on your way..." The man sneered and said,
The crossbow in his hand was aimed at the silhouette in the darkness.
When he said the word "hit the road", there was a sudden bang in his ears, and a ball of bright light rose up.
There was a scream at the same time.
The sound that shook the whole room almost shocked the people around.
What happened?
Others standing at the door of the house, still holding crossbows, looked at the man lying beside them, the smell of blood and the choking smell of fireworks lingering in their breaths.
The sparks in front of him lit up again and made a hissing sound.
What is that?
"...This is called a nest. Inside is gunpowder...put it into the tube...then the fire twister...is ignited like this..."
"This way, if you really have to face the murderer, you might have a little chance of winning."
The King of Jin'an County pointed the torch at the stunned man at the door who didn't know what was going on.
"Let's hit the road." He said.
Another bang.
The entire village was shaken and shaken, and everyone rushed over in panic.
"The village master, the village master."
The two men who were running over in the chaos suddenly stopped and looked at the sudden firelight in front of them. Someone fell down wailing under the firelight. In the peripheral vision, the young man standing solemnly outside the house and walking in with his hands down seemed like a god descending.
"What is that?"
"How come a fireball erupts with a loud noise?"
"He is obviously empty-handed."
"What is that?"
Screams and shouts continued to fill the air, violent noises, fireballs rising out of the air, fallen people, and the young man who slowly walked out and stood tall, gave everyone an unspeakable impact in the dark night.
"That's... a divine body protector!"
The two village masters murmured, fell to their knees with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly.
"That's a divine body protection! That's a divine body protection!"
The rumbling sound on the mountain startled the people at the bottom of the mountain. People rushed out to look up the mountain in panic. The noise came with the wind in the night.
"What happened?"
Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to hesitate any longer.
"Up the mountain!"
With a command, the torches snaked straight up the mountain like a long dragon.
The official stood in front of the tent, the torches on both sides reflecting his livid face and his shocked eyes.
