The autumn wind is rustling, yellow leaves are falling, withered grass is miserable, and people are on the high hills.
A beautiful girl in a white shirt as white as snow and a nun with a somewhat withered figure in a moon-white robe stood on guard. On the hillside not far behind the guard, there was a lonely temple. The temple was very small and looked very desolate.
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The girl looked lonely, while the nun next to her was gently twisting her rosary beads, with a peaceful smile on her lips.
"Qiqi, do you really like that man?" the nun asked with a smile. There were shallow wrinkles on her face, but she could still vaguely see her handsome and charming appearance when she was young.
The girl was Peng Ziqi, who had changed into women's clothes. She responded sadly: "Well..."
"You said..., he has already made a marriage in his hometown, and he is also from the Wuyi Xie family, which has been famous for several dynasties and prosperous for more than ten generations?"
Peng Ziqi flattened his lips and stopped talking.
The nun turned around, looked at her and said: "In that case, how can you argue with him? Even if he likes you, you can't be his wife, do you understand? Even if he has never been engaged in his hometown, when it comes to family background,
Come on, I am a scholar with a wealthy family and a clean background, and I am not a woman of your background who spends her days dancing with swords and guns to be a great lady. Do you understand?"
"I……"
"I know that he is not the real Yang Xu. His name is Xia Xun. His background is actually lower than yours, right? You have to let go of this idea. He is Yang Xu now. No matter what his background was before, you
If you cannot figure this out, you are asking for trouble!"
Peng Ziqi lowered his head, gently moved his toes in circles, and stopped talking.
The nun slowed down her tone and said softly: "Oh! It's all your grandfather and your uncles and uncles. You are a girl, but they have taught you since you were a child and told you all these things.
What's the matter? Do you want to be a heroic concubine rather than a mediocre wife? Is it so easy to be a heroic concubine? How can this Xia Xun be considered a great hero? "
Peng Ziqi blushed and argued: "Why not? It doesn't matter if a hero is of low birth. Who said that a great hero must have unparalleled martial arts skills? He is responsible, loyal, chivalrous and courageous, and has a warm heart. For the little girl Xiaodi, he will do anything.
Abandoning the glory, wealth, fame and wealth that he had at his fingertips, he did not hesitate to ruin his reputation for Sun Xuelian and his daughter, a pair of women who had nothing to do with him..."
"Okay, okay," the nun said with a smile: "Look at you, my aunt only said one thing about him, but you are so stubborn and unwilling to let me go. This is the first time that my aunt has seen you defending someone like this.
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Peng Ziqi's face turned red and he became a little shy: "Auntie..."
The nun turned around, looked at the road heading west, sighed softly, and murmured: "But... Qiqi, after all, you are being a concubine with someone. This is a major event related to your life. You
Do you understand? But have you ever thought about how difficult it is? Do your parents agree to marry someone as a concubine? Does your grandfather agree? Does the old man agree? "
Peng Ziqi rolled his eyes, remembering the damaging tricks Xia Xun used on Cui Yuanlie to torment his father-in-law, and his confidence immediately swelled, he puffed up his chest and said: "I can't help it, but he must have a way, he can find a solution just by rolling his eyes.
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The nun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said angrily: "You girl, good! Even if he can find a way to make our Peng family nod, don't forget that his first wife is the daughter of a wealthy family who has been famous for more than ten generations. Although she has fallen into decline now, right?
, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so she must be a very well-behaved woman. How about you, who is frizzy and informal, can you bear her restraint when the time comes?"
Peng Ziqi thought for a moment and then said with all sincerity: "He...he won't bully me..."
"Well?"
Peng Ziqi puffed up his chest and said confidently: "I believe that as long as he likes me, he will not bully me, nor will he let others bully me!"
The nun still shook her head in a calm manner: "Why do you only think about the good side? This road is not easy to walk, it must be difficult to walk..."
Peng Ziqi said unconvinced: "Auntie, do you think it's more important to choose a good man you like, or to get the position? You are the wife of a matchmaker, are you happy?"
The nun's fair cheeks suddenly swelled with red blood, and then became as pale as paper, and then became ashen, and the veins on her forehead became stretched one by one. When Peng Ziqi saw that he mentioned the biggest pain in his aunt's heart, he couldn't help secretly regretting his mistake and said quickly:
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I..."
The female Ni waved her hands and turned around. She clenched her fists and her chest heaved. After a long time, she asked in a deep voice: "Are you determined and willing to follow him?"
Peng Ziqi timidly said: "I... I am so old, and I just fall in love with such a favorite man..."
The nun suddenly turned around, raised her eyebrows, and said loudly: "In that case, what are you waiting for?"
This time, Peng Ziqi was stunned and hesitated: "What is aunt talking about?"
The nun said: "When a man sees a woman he likes, he can stalk her at all costs until he pursues her. Our daughter's family is inherently bullied than men, and we can't go there even if we finally meet a man we like.
Work hard for it!"
Peng Ziqi said reluctantly: "He...he didn't say whether he liked me or not. I said the assassin was dead and it was time for me to go home, but he...didn't say a word to save me. I am a girl.
What else can be done?”
The nun waved her fists excitedly, as if she couldn't control her emotions at all, and loudly encouraged her niece: "Then you chase her and let him know that you like him. If a woman robs you, learn martial arts."
What's it for? Just kick her away! If that little bastard named Xia doesn't like you, take him back and make a meal of it. See if he likes it. If he doesn't like it yet, just take it away.
Call out all your more than thirty cousins, I think he deserves a beating!"
Peng Ziqi blushed and said in surprise: "This...is this okay?"
"Why not?"
The nun blushed and said bluntly: "My father read a few shabby books at the beginning and felt that he was great. Can he be used as food or as clothes? He has become a beggar and looks like he is above the top.
My mother snatched him back to marry him, but he was unwilling. Now we are not full of children and grandchildren, and our husband and wife are loving. Let me tell you, Qiqi, there is not a single good man in this world. They are all scoundrels at heart.
Yes, the more polite you are, the more he will bully you!"
Looking at her stern eyebrows and majestic appearance, the fiery bride who beat up her husband, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, sister-in-law and family seemed to be a bit like a Tyrannosaurus rex.
Peng Ziqi was ashamed and afraid, with a small face like a big red flower: "Gu, this...is this really okay?"
The nun glared and said, "You like him, don't you? If you like him, just do it! If you don't like it, go home and practice your sword. Don't cry with your aunt, it sounds annoying! I tell you, if a man likes you
, he will not frown even if he bleeds for you, but don’t expect him to wait for you endlessly, a man’s patience is worse than that of a donkey! If you hesitate, he will belong to someone else.”
Peng Ziqi nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh, what should I do?"
As if a great man was pointing out the road to revolution for the masses, the nun waved her hand forward majestically: "Follow him! When he reaches Yanggu County, there is a man and a woman alone, living together day and night, making firewood and fire. I don't believe he is Liu Xiahui!"
Peng Ziqi asked worriedly: "What if I chase him and he still doesn't like me?"
The nun yelled angrily: "Ask me about everything, ask about everything, are you after the man, or is it your aunt, my ruthless Master Tai, who is after the man?"
"I understand, I understand!"
Peng Ziqi hurriedly responded and ran away...
Xia Xun’s first stop was Jinan, not Yanggu.
Ximen Qing sent him a letter and asked him to meet him in Jinan Mansion. Xia Xun immediately settled down at home, went to report to the King of Qi in the Ming Dynasty, and then set off on the road.
The family needs Manager Xiao to be in charge. He is the person he trusts the most. Regarding the property transfer and aftermath matters, Xia Xun can rest assured. After all, Xiaodi is young and when her body is growing and developing, she invites famous doctors from Qingzhou to take good care of her.
My body is recovering rapidly and I am now able to go to the ground and do simple activities.
Judging from this situation, Xiaodi will be fully recovered in about two months, so Xia Xun can leave with peace of mind. I believe that when he comes back, Xiaodi will be able to regain his quirky, lively and playful appearance.
Xia Xun went to Jinan this time. After meeting Ximen Qing, he would go directly to Peiping. The letter specifically asked him to hide his identity as much as possible. Except for Manager Xiao, who couldn't leave, no other servants in the mansion knew that his boss was engaged in smuggling.
So Xia Xun didn't bring any followers.
They were speechless all the way. When they arrived in Jinan, they found the "Sihai Inn" where Ximen Qing was staying. As soon as Xia Xun entered the door, he saw Ximen Qing lying on the counter and chattering happily with the proprietress inside. He didn't even notice that he was approaching.
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Xia Xun was angry and funny. He reached out and patted his shoulder and was about to speak. When Ximen Qing turned around and saw it was him, he immediately shouted: "Oh, Brother Yang just came. I've been waiting for you for many days. Come on, come on."
Come, come quickly and register the store calendar, let’s go out to drink and talk.”
Xia Xun took out his certificate of identity as a scholar, asked the landlady to register, put down his luggage at the place where Ximen Qing rented, and after a few words, they left the inn together, found a big hotel, and asked for a private room.
After the food and drinks were served and the door was closed, Ximen Qingcai said: "Brother Yang, we have already contacted Peiping and I have arranged for vehicles to go north one after another. This matter is not a trivial matter and our true identities must not be exposed. In order to cover up others' eyes, I have already found
I have hired someone to get us two fake road signs, and then we can take the long-distance bus from Jinan Bus Company to Peiping."
Xia Xun nodded and said: "Okay, I am a layman, so just follow Brother Ximen's decision in everything."
Ximen Qing smiled and said: "When our household registration is completed, don't call me Brother Ximen anymore. My pseudonym has already been made, it's Gao Sheng."
"Gaosheng?"
"Yes, you also need a pseudonym. You will need it for the road signs. I will hand over your name after the banquet. What name are you going to use?"
"Name?"
Something bright suddenly flashed in Xia Xun's eyes. Before Ximen Qing could see it clearly, he had already smiled and said solemnly: "Xia Xun! I'll call you Xia Xun. Summer's Xia, Xunyangjiang sees off guests the first night.