Soon nearly a hundred soap eagles flew over their heads and headed towards the Qingdu. While Jiang Yan was admiring, he was also a little worried. He had killed Qian Tong and Tongbao Pavilion and the situation had become a fire and war. The Qian family members were now in trouble.
When chasing in Lin'an City, the stronger Tongbao Pavilion becomes, the less safe he becomes.
Jiang Gu thought of Yuan Wushe's instructions. Although most of them were too confusing to understand, there was one sentence that was right: "Zangzhuo!"
Firstly, I have offended a behemoth like Tongbao Pavilion, and secondly, I have too many secrets and it is really not suitable to attract too much attention.
The convoy was galloping across the vast plains. Although the Wuling caravan was in charge of transportation, although they were not painters, they were all BMW horses and were very fast.
At first, Liu He tried his best to keep up the speed for fear that Jiang Yan would not be able to keep up. Soon he saw that this old donkey was extraordinary. No matter how fast his horse ran, the old donkey could always keep up with him.
, sometimes after running too far, they will slow down and wait for the caravan.
The two paintings of Sanchuan Longqiu and Chaimen Blunt Donkey were also deeply engraved in Liu He's mind. He was extremely envious of Jiang Yan's talent in painting. If he had this talent when he was young, he would have been a first-class book in Qingdu.
Now that we are home, why do we have to escort goods to a caravan?
The convoy did not stop at Chicheng and Piyongcheng on the way, and drove all the way towards the final destination. Finally, in two days of hard work, they arrived at the Qingdu city that Jiang Gu had longed for.
He originally thought that Qingdu was a huge city with magnificent gates, but he didn't expect that Qingdu didn't even have a city wall, which was somewhat different from what he imagined.
"Isn't there a city wall in Qingdu?" Jiang Yan asked.
"What's the use of protecting the city wall? Don't think that there is no danger to defend it when you see that Qingdu is bordering the plains.
The capital of the Qing Dynasty used Jianmen as the pass, backed by Tiandu, the two huge peaks of Lingyue Mountain and the Jingshui River and the Haoshui River that zigzagged into the city, which were the most natural barriers.
What's more, there is Wen Mansion, a behemoth in the Yuling Continent. The name of the Eight Mansion in the Three Kingdoms is not for nothing. The reputation of Wen Mansion is better than any protection, and the Qing capital without city walls is full of beautiful scenery.
, is the most scenic place in Xuanguo.”
Whenever he mentioned Qingdu, Liu He's face was filled with pride.
Today, the sun is shining brightly in Qingdu City. Some distance away, we can see a place covered with flowers and grass, where a group of people wearing scribes' uniforms are having a gathering.
One of them danced in the crowd barefoot and wearing a pink gauze. His graceful and graceful dancing posture won a round of applause and applause. Some people even wrote poems for him in public.
Jiang Yan was very interested. He rode a donkey and took a closer look, only to find that the singing and dancing man was actually a man with light makeup on his face.
A graceful man with gleaming eyes was dancing in a charming dance. For some reason, Jiang Yan suddenly thought of Li Youlang...
"vomit……"
Jiang Gu patted the donkey's butt and ran away quickly, but Liu He, the bad old man, actually watched with fascination.
"Master Jiang Xiao, this is Zhou Xiaoshi, you don't usually meet him."
"Is it famous?"
"Of course, he is the most famous handsome man in the Qing capital. A great scholar from the Wen Dynasty was so fascinated by him that he even wrote a love poem that everyone knows!
You are born gracefully and gracefully as a young child. You are fifteen years old, as if the sun is in the east. Your skin is fragrant and soft, and your essence is red. You are round and round, with lotus flowers on your head. Your appearance is graceful, and your clothes are also fresh. You follow the car lightly.
The wind, the flying mist and the flowing smoke. Turning sideways, the beauty is beautiful, looking forward to seeing the beauty. A kind face, a kind smile, and a kind words. "
Liu He, a bad old man, shook his head and recited silver poems with great emotion, and even sucked back the saliva that flowed to his mouth. This scene made Jiang Yan a little uncomfortable to watch.
"Li Wanlang, Li Wanlang, this is your paradise."
With Li Youlang's appearance, Jiang Yan was very sure that he would become famous in the Qing capital and become the dream lover of these scribes with unique tastes and preferences.
Liu He turned back three times step by step, and it wasn't until Zhou Xiaoshi disappeared from the end of his field of vision that he withdrew his gaze with lingering interest.
Jiang Yan followed the motorcade into Qingdu. As the capital of Yunzhou, the people here lived a prosperous life. The green brick houses on both sides of the bluestone street were lined with flowers and trees, and the ruts of the wheels left a series of rumbling sounds when they ran over the floor.
Under a lush century-old tree with yellow hair hanging down, the old man was lying on a rocking chair, holding a fan and enjoying the coolness under the shade of the tree.
It landed firmly on the head.
Several white-headed men sat around a stone table as the center, with kettles and teacups placed on the table. While drinking tea, they talked about their family and friends, and bursts of laughter came from time to time.
There were groups of scribes in groups of three or three surrounding a painting, sometimes criticizing and sometimes arguing with each other in high-pitched voices.
Qingdu is the most prosperous place in Yunzhou, with a population of more than 10 million. As the convoys of merchants go deeper into the city, the city becomes more and more lively. Pedestrians on the streets are crowded with people coming and going, and there are also many vendors carrying burdens.
Moving through the crowd.
Jiang Yan originally thought that he was more unique by riding a donkey, but when he looked around, he saw that there were people riding green bulls, some sitting on the street, and some riding colorful painted spirits. Compared with these monsters, his donkey was more powerful.
Like a good student with excellent academic performance.
For example, the oncoming person is riding drunkenly on the back of his two-headed wolfdog painting spirit, holding a wine bottle in his hand, chanting poems and drinking wine, swaying as if he might fall off the painting spirit at any time.
There are many libraries and restaurants on both sides of the street, and each one is prosperous and full of guests and friends. Qingdu has gathered 70% of the world's scribes, and the scribes here live in harmony with the ordinary people of Qingdu.
Walking on the streets of Qingdu, Jiang Yan looked around and felt everything was strange. Ever since he entered the city, he could smell a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose for a long time.
"Liu Gongfeng, what does this smell like? It smells so good."
"Qingdu is a holy land for literati all over the world. In addition to knowing how to read and digit, anyone who grew up here can read and write regardless of whether they are enlightened or not. Therefore, the first fragrance in Qingdu is the fragrance of ink;
In the Qing Dynasty, everyone from top to bottom, young and old, liked to drink good wine, so the second aroma was the aroma of wine;
In the Qing Dynasty, everyone loved to be well-groomed, so applying makeup and powder became a daily routine. The third fragrance was the fragrance of powder.
The fragrance of ink, the fragrance of wine, and the fragrance of powder, these are the three fragrances of Qingdu. I don’t know which one you smell.”
While Liu He was making introductions, a burst of purple swallows flew across the sky. The swallows did not panic when seeing people, but landed on the old donkey's head.
Jiang Yan subconsciously wanted to drive Zi Yan away, and Liu He's tone rose a few tunes.
"stop"
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yan asked.
"It is a custom in the Qing capital that the purple swallow will never fall into a blessed land. Here, the purple swallow is the auspicious bird in everyone's heart.
I have a little grandson who I love very much, but because he naughtily poked a nest of purple swallows, I beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for three days!"
"is it so serious?"
It was just a swallow. Jiang Yan was very suspicious that Liu He was exaggerating.
"Let me tell you this, in Qingdu you can scold the prefect and the master of the palace, but you must not hurt Ziyan. This is my advice to you."