The wine is a good product that Wu Suosi has kept privately. It is mellow, strong and choking. It is not the sweetness that Yun Yifeng likes, but it can properly dilute Ruyun's melancholy.
Ji Yanran picked up the rough pottery wine bowl, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.
The entire Wangxing City has fallen into a deep sleep.
Awake, only the bells of the temples outside the city, watchmen walking in the streets, rustling insects, and a black cat lying on the cornice of the roof, it arched its body, with the natural instinct of spring , One cry is more righteous than one cry.
Yun Yifeng threw a small stone over.
The black cat tucked its tail, jumped down the eaves with a "whoosh", and ran away without a trace in an instant.
The surroundings became quiet again, the wine jar was empty, but the people were still not drunk.
"What about the rivers and lakes?" Ji Yanran asked, "Is there anything interesting?"
"There are many." Yun Yifeng looked at him, "Hengshan School, Xiaoyue Valley, Xiangshui Gang, Liujiangtang and Baihua Palace, which one does the prince want to listen to?"
"It's from Fengyumen." Ji Yanran said, "Your."
"Me?" Yun Yifeng thought for a while, he was actually very willing to talk, after all, the other party is currently in a bad mood and urgently needs care and comfort. But the problem is that after searching for a long time, I couldn't find a single interesting thing from my desolate and miserable childhood. Not only did I tell it out of boredom, but it also seemed to be extorting blood Ganoderma lucidum. In the end, I had to ask: "My lord has seen a slug bird." ?"
Ji Yanran shook her head.
"It's a big white bird that can fly very high. When I was young, I thought it could grow as big as a mountain, just like the Kun and Peng in the story."
Yun Yifeng spoke patiently, from the posture of the graupard bird hovering in the air, to the few black feathers on the tip of the tail, to the clear call echoing in the sky at dawn, how to hunt prey, how to build The nest, how to hug the nest... The white bird in his memory was described in detail, and he even remembered the soft touch of the feathers falling from the sky.
Ji Yanran was stupefied and dreamed of a white bird all night with a strong sense of alcohol.
I dreamed that they were in groups under the clear blue sky, singing tactfully.
Another slender feather fell.
…
Wu Suosi cooked a bowl of hangover soup himself, and he didn't know what was added in it. It was sour, spicy and bitter. Two pieces of dry bark-like things were placed in the bowl, and when he stirred it with a spoon, the water in the pot was soaked. Not as good.
Ji Yanran only took one look, and added stomach pain on top of the headache.
Wu Suosi hurriedly encouraged: "Master Yunmen will agree after drinking!"
Ji Yanran ignored this, and hastily wiped her face with cold water, forcing herself to clear her mind: "How is Xu Qiuyi's other end?"
"It's all done." Wu Suosi put the bowl on the table, observed his expression carefully, and then continued, "Back then... Baihe was indeed opened in advance."
The Xu family father and son were originally the city gate guards of Mulan City. Later, due to the diversion project of the Baihe River, the court needed a lot of manpower, so they were conscripted to do odd jobs, and later became small bosses. On the night when Nijia Village was flooded, they opened the gates with their own hands. According to the plan, the water should have been released at the end of the ninth day of the ninth day, but later the father and son were secretly stuffed with a large amount of money, so they privately advanced the time to the seventh day of the seventh day.
Ji Yanran asked: "Who is the person who stuffed the money?"
Wu Suosi sighed: "I don't know, masked in black."
Xu's father and son have been running along the Baihe River for a long time, so they naturally know what it means to open the gates in advance, and they also know that there must be people in the lower reaches who have not moved away, but they really can't resist the white money. The beast opened its bloody mouth wide, devouring the few rational minds that were originally there. They forged the documents above, and taking advantage of their positions, when they opened the sluice, they also stained their hands with blood that could not be washed off. The turbulent river poured out, sweeping away all the creatures and houses on the way, and the father and son also escaped overnight. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they hid in the dense forest for half a month until they were sure that it was completely safe outside. Going north with the caravan, he settled in Wangxing City, changed his name and surname from then on, and transformed himself into a diligent and kind-hearted gentry. Naturally, the Eighteen Villas are not eighteen benevolent people, but a name calculated by an expert, in order to suppress the souls of wronged people.
The atmosphere in the room was silent and oppressive, only the strangely shaped bowl of hangover soup was still steaming tirelessly, trying to show its presence.
Wu Suosi carefully reminded: "Seventeen years have passed, and it may not be easy to find out the identity of the man in black."
Ji Yanran said: "Baihe opened the gates ahead of time, the forged documents can only fool you for a while, not the next day."
Or sooner, on the night of the flood discharge, the officials of all parties should have received the news, got out of bed in a shit, and discussed how to report for remediation.
But unfortunately, the whole matter was suppressed, and it was kept secret for more than ten years.
As for who made the order and who suppressed the news, no one can say for sure until definite evidence is obtained.
Ji Yanran clenched her fists tightly, with faint veins popping out on the back of her hands.
Wu Suosi persuaded: "Wait for Master Yunmen to come back first, he should have left the city by now."
Ji Yanran was taken aback: "So early?"
That's right, Wu Suosi added, and took Feishuangjiao away.
In fact, it wasn't intentional, but when the silver-white horse saw the master of Yunmen, it excitedly ran around digging holes, like a hen possessed, stretched its neck and stretched forward desperately, almost tearing down the stable. Seeing Master Yunmen unhooking the black horse, he was not happy. He raised his head and neighed irritablely, frightening the mules and donkeys all over the yard to tremble. The neighbor's chickens are still squatting on the tree, not daring to come down.
Wu Suosi said, "So I agreed."
Ji Yanran had a headache: "When will you be back?"
"If all goes well, it will take half a month." Wu Suosi said, "Master Yunmen went to Yuezhao City."
A few villagers from Nijia Town lived there, and they might be able to find out something.
Feishuangjiao was tied up in the stable for a long time, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body. He missed the vastness of the northwest desert, but he was finally released this time. It was not enough to run out of the phantom. I wish I could grow wings and fly into the sky to ride the clouds and fog.
Yun Yifeng was vigilant: "Hey, slow down!"
Feishuangjiao jumped up, covered with the rising sun, and flashed a dazzling silver light on the edge of the cliff.
Smoke and sand billowed along the way.
The wind howled in my ears.
Cloud Gate Master thought desperately.
too fast.
…
Moonlight City is a small city.
After a whole day's work, the farmers went home together, singing and laughing, while stepping on a ditty tune. On the street, they saw a young man in white clothes with very good-looking features, so they all enthusiastically surrounded him to say hello and asked who was his relative.
"I just passed by here." Yun Yifeng said, "Uncle, can I go in and ask for a bowl of water?"
"Yes, come in quickly." The middle-aged man smiled heartily, "Don't just drink water, the child's mother has stewed pork ribs today, let's stay for a meal."
When the women in the kitchen heard the sound, they lifted the curtains and came out to see it. After seeing it, they were reluctant to let it go. They made tea and wine, and added round poached eggs to the bowl. There are even more dexterous ones, the meal has not been finished, and the guest room has been packed properly. They say that there is no inn in this city, and the next village is far away.
"Is the young master married?"
"not yet."
My aunt smiled when she heard that, and served him another bowl of soup: "Eat more, there is no such fresh cured meat in other places."
Yun Yifeng asked: "Isn't it a specialty of Yuezhao City?"
"No." The aunt said, "We moved here from a foreign country. These are the famous Layun legs in Nijia Village."
When it comes to Nijia Village, the conversation goes on a lot more smoothly. The hostess and hostess of this house are all talkative and cheerful. They talked endlessly when talking about the diversion of Baihe, and when they mentioned the gentle and elegant young master Liao, they were full of praise, even saying that he was not like other officials. He has been going door-to-door and patiently analyzing the pros and cons. When encountering poor elderly people at home, he will pay more resettlement expenses out of his own pocket.
"What kind of bad method is it to make evil and evil?"
"Oh, that's too much. Although the government clearly prohibits beating people, it can't resist the hired gangsters with vicious intentions." The aunt said, "Our village is in the hands of Master Liao. I heard that in other towns, those who refused to leave, some had their legs broken with a stick covered in sacks, some burned their granaries on fire, and some put poisonous snakes in your house in the middle of the night. One is wrapped around the neck, and you will be scared out of your wits if you are scared, do you want to move it? No way."
Yun Yifeng asked in surprise: "Which town is so unlucky?"
"Oh, this... I think it's Shuijingkou Town, Sister Wang's natal home." The aunt recalled, "Her elder brother was tortured enough at the time, and later he didn't even care about getting money, so he packed his bags and went to Ping'an City overnight, for fear of being quilt. Another poisonous snake jumped out of it."
"That's it." Yun Yifeng nodded, "That's quite scary."
The starlight fell all over the ground, dyeing the grass leaves with silver light.
The Flying Frost Jiao let out a long hiss, its mane was blown back by the wind, and dewdrops splashed under its hooves.
The aunt stood at the door, holding her hand in regret.
Why don't you stay for one night and leave.
The uncle dragged her back into the room, alright, can your niece marry such an elegant and handsome young master? It's better not to think about it, I think Lao Xu's son in the village is very good.
The bean kerosene lamp was blown out with a "flutter".
The night wind was bone-chilling.
…
In Wangxing City, Old Wu yawned and shook off the quilt. Before he went to bed, he felt a gust of wind behind his ears.
He said calmly, "The prince is next door."
Lin Ying squatted on the window: "I have already met the prince, but he seems to be in a bad mood, what happened?"
"A lot of things happened." Wu Suosi signaled him to enter the room, "Did the concubine send you over to help?"
"Yes." Lin Ying said, "I haven't seen you and the prince go back for so long, and there is no letter. Could it be that the Red Crow Sect has really revived?"
"It has nothing to do with the Red Crow Sect, but it's not much better." Wu Suosi sent someone to make tea, "It's a long story, sit down first."
A teapot as big as a barrel was placed on the table with a bang.
Lin Ying said from the bottom of her heart: "It seems that this sentence is really long."
In the next room, Ji Yanran didn't feel sleepy at all. She felt that the room was suffocated, and it was uncomfortable to lie down, so she simply climbed up to the roof and looked at the stars with her arms on her pillow.
The heart is dull and irritated, and the past produces sharp barbs, which firmly hook the flesh and blood, and the slightest touch will sting and twitch.
And, he was still a little worried about Yun Yifeng's body.
Although the disciples of Fengyumen are all over the world, but in the end...
After a long sigh, the headache became worse and the boredom became worse.
In the dense forest at the other end, Yun Yifeng was sitting under a tree, and was surrounded by a group of bandits holding up swords and torches.
"I'm really just a poor scholar." He said earnestly, "I have no father or mother. Even if I am tied up, I won't be able to extort ransom. Why don't you guys do me a favor and let innocent people live."
The leader took a sip and said harshly: "If you have no money, then we will sell you!"
Cold sweat dripped from Yun Yifeng's forehead. He suppressed the dull pain that was getting sharper and sharper in his heart, and tried to breathe steadily: "A sick ghost like me will be a disaster if you sell it to anyone. You have to be trustworthy in this business. Otherwise, if the buyer brings me to the door... cough..."
Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
The bandits were taken aback, and quickly stepped back to separate themselves: "We haven't done anything yet!"
Suddenly there was a chuckle in the woods.