Chapter 122: The History of the Old Man Traveling to Quyue, Jingzhi Ning Shijun Xin’s Death (2)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 122: The History of the Old Man Traveling to Quyue, Jingzhi Ning Shijun Xin’s Death (2)

In the blink of an eye, six or seven days passed, and the two of them had already left the boundaries of Yongzhou, passed through Gaoping, Langshan and other places, and arrived near Hualu, the capital of Quyue. The two of them had never been here, but they saw that most of the people walking on the road were similar to those in the Central Plains.

Almost the same, but I didn’t find much novelty.

In the early morning of this day, the sky was bright, with neither the cold of winter nor the heat of midsummer. Wan Jianfeng led the donkey and walked on the endless wilderness. The sunshine poured on his body, making him feel warmer. Although the weather was not good,

It was very hot, but there was no shade in the wilderness. After walking for a while, the sweat on Wan Jianfeng's face slowly flowed down his forehead, gathered at his neck and dripped to the ground.

Wan Jianfeng wiped the sweat with his hands, looked up at the sun, and suddenly felt thirsty. As a habit, he took off the wine gourd from his waist and poured a few big sips into his mouth. He was very thirsty at this time, and he still felt thirsty.

He drank all the wine in the gourd before his thirst was quenched.

Seeing that there was no wine in his gourd, Murong Yunyao smiled and said: "You stinky beggar, are you the one who got soaked in the wine vat? You said you drink wine as water every day, how much wine do you need to make enough to drink like this?

?”

Wan Jianfeng shook the wine gourd and said: "Hey, don't tell me, when I was a child stealing things, I actually fell into someone else's wine vat. If it weren't for the shopkeeper's quick hands and eyes, he picked me out of the vat.

, I am afraid that this young hero may have long since slept in a wine vat.”

Murong Yunyao laughed and said: "You stink up a jar of wine, why won't the shopkeeper beat you to death?"

Wan Jianfeng said proudly: "Because I am so smart, I can still get beaten! Not only did the shopkeeper not beat me, he even rewarded me with a few copper coins before I left."

Murong Yunyao asked in confusion: "Is the shopkeeper's brain sick?"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said: "No, no! Because I gave the shopkeeper an idea and asked him to buy the vat of wine I soaked in as ginseng wine. I made several times more money."

!”

Murong Yunyao had bent over with laughter at this time. She pointed at Wan Jianfeng and said, "What else have you done? If you call me truthfully, I won't be afraid of dying from laughing here today!"

Wan Jianfeng said helplessly: "I'm very thirsty and can't talk anymore. Fortunately, Quyue people often use wine instead of tea to entertain guests. It's very convenient to drink wine. Let's go quickly."

While the two were talking, they gradually walked out of the wilderness and saw a small county town not far away. Wan Jianfeng pointed at the county town as if he had found a treasure and said excitedly: "Little witch, there is a small town there.

"There must be wine in the city, so I will go first!" After saying that, he led the donkey and ran away.

Soon, Wan Jianfeng arrived near the city gate.

He took a brief look at the small city and saw that the city walls were low and dilapidated, with old grass growing in the gaps between the bricks and stones. The houses in the city were also very simple and sparse. A plaque on the city gate read "Zhining County" with three big names.

Chinese character.

Wan Jianfeng no longer cared about this, and quickly ran into the city gate, looking around to see where there was a restaurant. But when he took a look, he couldn't help but be disappointed. He found that this place was not even a restaurant, but a decent house.

nothing.

He had no choice but to walk towards the city and saw a tall old tree in the city. Under the shade of the tree, several old men were sitting around, playing chess and chatting. The sun shone slantly on the old tree, casting a thick reflection on the ground, which made the old men

Surrounded by it, the scene was very warm and harmonious. They wished that time could stay at this moment forever.

Wan Jianfeng stood in the distance, silently looking at these old people, thinking, "Hou Renbao asked us to wander around among the people, didn't he just want us to talk with this guy? I will help them ask for some drinks by the way.

Just kill two birds with one stone."

He thought about it and walked slowly to the elderly people, and said with a smile: "One day of leisure is better than two days, old men, you are really living a life like a fairy! I wonder if you can tell me, a stranger, about your Qu

Yue’s story?”

Several old people looked at Wan Jianfeng up and down, then smiled and said: "Encaili Dudu?"

Wan Jianfeng scratched his head and asked inexplicably: "A bellyband? Only women and children wear bellybands. Is this Encaili a woman? Isn't your Qu Yue's story so special? It starts with a woman named Encaili.

Talk about the bellyband you wore?"

The old people didn't seem to understand Wan Jianfeng's words. They looked at each other for a while, waved their hands and said: "Your Majesty, you Wannan, Di Hao Ada."

"Are you asking me to take a stroll south because you think I'm annoying?" Wan Jianfeng became more and more confused. He was about to go to the front to find some people who could speak Chinese and ask, when a burly old man came over and said, "

Little brother, if you want to ask anything, just ask me."

Although the old man was a little older, he still spoke with great energy. His voice sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Wan Jianfeng was so shocked by his words that he blocked his ears with his hands and tried to hold back.

He said: "This old man, I am a foreigner. I have recently come to Quyue. I was thirsty just now and wanted to find a cool place to rest and ask for a drink. I saw several old men who seemed to be telling stories.

I just came over and listened. But I couldn’t understand a word these old men were talking to, and it really made me confused.”

The old man smiled and said: "Young hero is from the Central Plains, so naturally he can't understand the Quyue dialect. In our Quyue, only these old people who live at home can't speak Chinese."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old people under the tree and said in Quyue dialect: "Uncle Brata, you are here." These old people seemed to be very afraid of this old man. As soon as he finished speaking, they all stood up and sat down.

The remaining bamboo chairs were given away.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, picked the sturdiest bamboo chair and sat down slowly. Then he pointed to the bamboo chair next to him and said: "Little brother, if you are interested in listening to our Qu Yue's story, just sit down and listen to me."

"Tell me slowly, don't lean on me like a bamboo pole, otherwise you will collapse from exhaustion before I finish telling my story."

Seeing that the old man spoke very interestingly, Wan Jianfeng couldn't help but feel a little more fond of the old man. Yiyan sat across from him and looked at the old man curiously. The old man cleared his throat and spoke as quietly as possible, "

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Quyue was still part of the Tang Dynasty and was called Jiaozhi by you Han people at that time. However, with the fall of the Tang Dynasty and the rise of all the princes in the world, Yang Tingyi, the Jinghai Jiedushi in the Jiaozhi area, also took advantage of the situation to separate the country.

The prototype of our Qu Yue."

"What!" Wan Jianfeng's eyes widened in surprise, and he said in disbelief: "So your place here is also part of the Tang Dynasty? I saw that you were so gibberish when you talked, and I thought you were on the same level as the Central Plains.

Not going up."

The old man laughed and said: "I didn't expect it! At that time, Yang Tingyi had two generals, one named Wu Quan and the other named Jiao Gongxian. Wu Quan was born with outstanding appearance, both civil and military, and was deeply loved by Yang Tingyi. Jiao Gongxian was the man.

Although his character is not bad, it is still inferior to that of Wu Quan. At first, the three monarchs and ministers worked together to govern the country, and everything was fine. However, as Yang Tingyi's daughter became more and more beautiful, they were faced with the problem.

It’s time to find a suitable husband for my daughter. Of course, the one Yang Tingyi values ​​most is Wu Quan, and Wu Quan has already fallen in love with Yang Tingyi’s daughter, so the marriage will be a matter of course.”

Wan Jianfeng heard this and interjected: "Both hands are left and right. If that Jiao Gongxian also likes Yang Tingyi's daughter, isn't he doing something bad?"
Chapter completed!