After crossing two mountains, it was sunset, morning, and noon again.
Lin Yanli listened to the old man talking about trivial things in the village. He knew which family in the village had children who were good at reading, and thought that they would definitely be able to become officials in the imperial court. Which family's widow would leave a door for a certain wild man at night? The village
The young people who went out to live in the country went back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year and said they had seen fairies in the sky, which made them look bad in front of the older people.
When he mentioned which yellow-flowered girl was the most charming, the old man's eyes narrowed into slits and his face was filled with joy.
The woman he called Mei Xing'er seemed to be the most beautiful person in the world, even the goddess of flowers in Baihua Cave was not as beautiful as her.
Lin Yanli found clues in the old man's words, and after careful consideration, he finally came to his senses.
It turns out that Mei Xing'er is the old man's daughter.
Lin Yanli pursed her lips slightly and nodded with a smile.
Children are naturally the best in the eyes of their parents. If it were her, she might praise them even more harshly.
When I walked to a slope, I felt some tremors under my feet.
Lin Yanli looked away and saw several figures speeding past on the trail in the mountain forest. They were all tall horses.
The old man felt the ground shaking, and frowned slightly. He pushed aside the shrubs and grass beside him and leaned his head forward. His face looked like an eggplant beaten by autumn frost, which suddenly made him look ugly.
"We're heading towards the village. From the sound, I'm afraid it's the bandits on the mountain." The old man said with worry in his eyes.
When the young scholar heard that the bandits were heading towards the village, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He pulled the old man's sleeve aside and whispered: "Old man, the bandits are entering the village at this time. They are not good-natured. Let's go there like this and say
You are not allowed to run into those bandits directly. If they treat you like a chicken and kill them, your life will be lost. It is better to wait outside and let's enter the village after the bandits have left."
After hearing what the scholar said, the old man's eyes widened and he said somewhat unhappy: "Changyan, what are you talking about?"
The old man cared about his beautiful daughter, but he didn't listen to the young scholar's words. He immediately took a small road and ran all the way towards Meigang Village.
The young scholar looked at the old man's running back, couldn't help but cursed, and chased after him helplessly, with a hint of hope in his heart.
Those bandits took the mountain road, which was winding and winding. They might take a shortcut and enter the village ahead of the bandits.
The young scholar held up his clothes and followed hard behind the old man. After a while, he was out of breath and leaned against a tree, breathing heavily.
Qin Kunyu stood beside the scholar, feeling happy in his heart for a long time. This was the first time that he felt joy in others' misfortunes because of a mortal.
At this time, Lin Yanli stood on a boulder, staring straight ahead.
In the distance, there are waterfalls lapping against the bluestones, and a stream winds around the village. Some figures are squatting by the river, banging with sticks in their hands.
One of them was a tall woman with slightly yellow hair on her forehead. She was delicate and beautiful, and she stood out among the women wearing veils.
She wet her fingers with water and occasionally used her fingertips to twirl the green hair hanging from her temples behind her ears.
Youth is the most moving.
Some unmarried men in the village hid in the bushes in the distance, quietly peeling off the branches and leaves with their hands, and looked at the beautiful shadows by the river for a long time, unable to regain their consciousness.
When the old man saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried left and right. He finally returned to the village ahead of the bandits.
I walked down the mountain quickly, ignoring the blisters on my feet, and ran quickly towards the stone bridge built over the stream.
Several women in ruffled clothes finished washing their clothes and were carrying baskets to go home. When they saw several figures running in the distance, they stopped and stretched their necks to focus on the young man in Confucian shirts.
What was remarkable was that Mei Xiucai was accompanied by a very handsome young man, whose temperament and clothes were not ordinary.
Some of the thin-skinned girls in Huan Sha Niang turned red on the spot.
There are also some little girls who consider themselves "good-looking" and hate that they did not put rouge and gouache on their faces when they went out to wear clothes, which made the handsome young man laugh at them.
The tall woman heard the commotion among her companions,
Looking up, he was stunned for a moment when he saw several figures on the other side.
What stunned her was not the handsome young man her companions were talking about, but the old man who was leading the way.
"father?"
The tall woman was full of doubts.
Didn't my father go to the county town with Mei Xiucai to file a lawsuit? How come he looks so dusty?
The old man stopped on the stone bridge and called to the tall slender woman: "Myolie, stop washing. Go back quickly and ask your mother to lock the door. Don't open the door."
After saying that, the old man shouted to the woman who was washing her gauze by the river: "The bandits are coming. Go back and hide quickly and ask the men at home to come out and deal with them."
After hearing the old man's words, the faces of the women by the river changed. One by one, they stopped their movements and put the clothes spread on the bluestone into the wooden basin.
But before they could get up and go back to the village, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from far away.
A team of fast horses roared in.
This group of people were wearing armor and black clothes with their faces covered. The leader of the group was a muscular man with a muscular body and a big brown horse on his crotch. The saber in his hand had an exaggerated curvature. He was obviously a warrior with great skills.
He held a saber in his hand, and the masked men behind him each held sharp weapons. The lights of swords and shadows of swords were filled with murderous intent.
Seeing these murderous bandits, the Huansha woman by the river was so frightened that she became paralyzed and stood there in a daze, unable to move even an inch.
Lin Yanli couldn't help but narrowed his eyes as he looked at the group of armored bandits.
Yan Yanzhi's country was a martial country, and the court did not object to people in the martial arts wearing weapons, but the supervision of armor was very strict.
The armor worn by these bandits is well-forged and not made by ordinary craftsmen.
With such a large number of armors, their origins are very intriguing.
The bandit rushed to the stream and grabbed the horse's rope, his cloudy eyes scanning the women.
A man wearing a gray shirt and a high hat rode out on horseback, smiled at the leading bandit and said, "Look at the water-raised women in Meigang Village, there are really a few women who can't stand it.
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The leading horse bandit looked away from the woman, turned his head to look at the man in the top hat, and said in a hoarse voice: "What kind of things do you like, Mr. Bi? Pick a few."
The man in the tall hat grinned and said, "Master Bi likes to eat steamed buns. Only big and white steamed buns are appetizing! I heard that there is Mei Xing'er in Meigang Village. Her figure is famous in this area. She should match Master Bi's.
appetite."
The horse bandit clamped his legs and started trotting around the edge of the stream. After a circle, he returned to the stone bridge and said to the man in the top hat: "Master Bi took the risk of beheading to provide so many armors to our brothers. How dare you, brother?"
I am grateful to Mr. Bi from the bottom of my heart. I want to pick a few good ones, fat, thin, tall and short. If I can’t choose one village, I will go to a few more villages. There are three thousand beauties in the emperor’s harem. Maybe we can’t do three thousand, but we can do it.