The Minister of War was in a state of confusion, and the audience was busy discussing, and almost no one paid attention to the unfortunate scholar who fell off the carriage.
The scholar's right foot was bruised, he endured the pain and got up, trying to protect the box, and then went to pick up the scattered baggage. After finally tidying up, he was about to beg the person next to him to help load the box onto the carriage, when he suddenly found that the wheels were wrong, and he froze for a moment, gradually showing a sad expression.
Meng Qi had already walked over, and before he could speak, he saw Mr. Jin Shui's appearance.
"… "
It's just that the wheel is broken, how does it seem to be hit hard.
It seems that the reason why Mr. Jin Shui left Taijing is unusual.
"gentlemen?"
The scholar remained sad and did not respond.
Meng Qi had to use his inner strength to condense his voice into a line, and called directly, "Mr. Jin Shui?"
The scholar jumped up abruptly, because he was pulling on the wound, and he immediately cried out in pain.
"Sir just hurt your leg?"
As soon as Meng Qi turned his head, he was surprised to see the ink carp coming.
In fact, as soon as Mr. Jin Shui stood up, Mo Li saw that there was something wrong with his right foot. Seeing that he was still dragging the wound to move things, he also got off the carriage and came to dissuade him.
Let’s say that the scholar was originally immersed in the grief of being forced to leave the capital, but he encountered an accident in the middle, so that he was trapped here and couldn’t move. Now he has no relatives or friends, and he doesn’t know where to go. At this time, he was suddenly called the most shameless. Identity, shocked beyond recognition. He was about to deny it, when he met Mo Li's face.
"… "
What kind of coincidence is this
The scholar looked around in a hurry, but saw everyone staring at him with bright eyes and whispering.
Seeing something was wrong, Meng Qi immediately said, "Do you usually go to the restaurant to listen to Pingtan and storytelling?"
This question was insane. Meng Qi did not wait for the scholar to ask questions, and further explained: "My generation of martial arts practitioners, practicing internal skills can make words come out of my mouth, but only into one person's ears."
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then slowly regained his senses, realizing that things might be different from what he thought.
Those who point at their side may not necessarily know their identity, but more likely they have seen a beauty.
- That's right, the doctor who once came to ask for a silver needle was very good-looking.
After the scholar regained his senses, he finally figured out that his identity is not so easy to reveal. Although his paintings are famous, they are not known to everyone, men, women and children in Taijing. At least ordinary people will not know, because they cannot spend money. Buy those picture books. People with strict family traditions won't know, because they want sex. Gong Tu had to go to Peony Square to find the bookstore.
"I'm rude." The scholar cupped his hands in embarrassment.
Although he didn't say the words of anger, a misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. He asked himself that he was not a person who was good at covering up. All the expressions had already sold out what he thought in his heart, and others were not blind.
The scholar is a little embarrassed at the moment, the other party may be well-intentioned, but he is almost regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs.
"Mr. feet..."
"It's alright, the foot just stabbed a little, it's not a big problem, it'll be fine after two days." The scholar said quickly.
"But the carriage is broken, and you have so many things with you, it's really hard to move, why don't you take our car to Qingjiang Ferry?" Meng Qi casually suggested that he didn't ask the scholar why he left Taijing, nor where he was going. .
The scholar looked at Luggage in trouble. He obviously didn't look like he was walking with two people who knew his identity, but he had no choice. On the day of the Spring Festival, there were people outside Taijing City, and it was impossible to hire a carriage temporarily. It was impossible to find someone to repair the carriage. Now that he was in a hurry to leave Taijing, it was impossible to delay.
"Then... trouble the two of you."
As soon as the scholar finished speaking, he saw a terrifying scene.
Meng Qi untied the ropes on the horses that were dragging the broken car, then supported the wheel of the car, and walked a few steps like carrying a basket to put the broken car on the side of the road.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and then more heated discussions erupted.
"He picked up the car? A hand?"
"... What kind of strange power is this?"
Meng Qi was wearing a bamboo hat, and everyone's attention was not on his appearance, but at the ease with which he moved the carriage. However, on the day of the Spring Festival, usually all kinds of talented people will appear, and there are not many people who want to make a name for themselves.
In any case, no matter how talented or powerful, they are not as famous as beauties.
Mo Li wanted to bring Mr. Jin Shui's box and baggage unobtrusively, but half of the people stared at him, and even Meng Qi couldn't move the car with one hand to make them look away.
The enthusiasm of the people of Taijing, Mo Li had been taught in the East Market half a month ago.
However, the capital is too big, the news spreads slowly, and many people have not heard of it at all.
"I don't know where they are, what did they come to Taijing for..."
While everyone was discussing, they boldly stepped forward to ask.
Lu Min slapped haha with a bitter face. When Mr. Jin Shui got into the car with his luggage, he immediately urged the horse pulling the carriage, as if he was in a hurry.
Meng Qi tied the empty horse to the back of the carriage and did not let it pull the carriage together.
-According to the etiquette and law, common people cannot ride in two-horse horse-drawn carts.
Jianghu people rarely follow the rules. They dare to wear silk and satin that ordinary people are not allowed to wear, let alone a two-horse chariot or a four-horse horse-drawn chariot. However, it was all in the wilderness, and in places like the capital, it was better to have less than one thing, so there was no need to directly commit taboos.
I chose to set off on the day of the Spring Festival Club because there were countless carriages out of the city. On the one hand, it could conceal the whereabouts of the second prince, and on the other hand, it avoided those Jianghu people who were squatting in the capital to inquire about news.
Among them, those who have committed murders, and those who have the identity of Jiangnan's Chu Chu or Southwest Tianzhu Wang's pawns have been almost caught by Gong Jun. The deputy commander of the palace was very loyal, Mo Li and Meng Qi helped him, and he turned his hand to suppress the matter of the treasures of Emperor Li's Mausoleum. Anyway, the pit has been almost filled with sand and gravel, as long as no one digs it.
The Liuhe Temple has been destroyed, and the new temple will not be built in its place.
The Jianghu people who were trapped in Shangyun Mountain that day were more keen to talk about the miracle of their encounter with the dragon in the mountain than the treasure. The treasure is illusory, but the dragon is real, they saw it with their own eyes! However, every time they gestured to others with rapturous expressions, the other party lacked interest and only repeatedly inquired about the treasures of the emperor's mausoleum. After a few times, no matter how good-tempered people are, they will turn their faces, and even flipping the table to copy the guy is a common occurrence.
In fact, this can't be blamed. There are rumors of two dragons fighting in the Taijing Restaurant, and I'm tired of hearing them.
In this way, one party thought that the other party was perfunctory nonsense, and the other party felt that the other party looked down on him, and they all said that the treasure of the Emperor's Mausoleum was a trap set by the ancestors of Qingwu, and they kept asking? They didn't talk speculatively, and they fought fiercely, but the clerk of the Taijing patrol city yamen almost broke his leg.
Meng Qi only took the ink carp to visit Dongshi two or three times, but the astute people have already bought the news from Fengxing Pavilion, and they have speculated on who is the holy man who pretended to be the former national teacher, and changed in the palace again. What role did it play in the matter.
But things are too complicated, and it also involves the ancestors of Qingwu.
Now the ancestor of Qingwu has not seen anyone or a dead body, only to find out that he helped the second prince to rebel and died under the artillery. To be honest, nine out of ten people did not believe the news.
The ancestor of Qingwu, Zhao Zangfeng, is the number one expert in the world. His artillery is powerful, but he is cumbersome. Could it be that he still can't run
Someone wanted to ask Meng Qi what happened, but Meng Qi came and went in a hurry, every time he appeared in a restaurant, dim sum shop, or even a street vendor in Taijing. Buy and go, never stop.
The people from Fengxing Pavilion tried to follow them, but none of them were successful.
Mo Li is reading medical books in the remote courtyard of the East Palace, flipping through the topographical records of mountains and rivers, eating a spring cake and drinking a good cup of tea in his spare time, and occasionally tasting the delicious food of the capital with Meng Qi. days.
At this moment, Meng Qi was leaning on the hood of the car, looking leisurely.
According to the plan, even if he does not meet Mr. Jin Shui, he will leave some clues without a trace, so that those people in the arena will know that "Meng Guoshi" is gone. It is the last to help the prince and let the guys who have caused trouble all day get away earlier. out of Taijing.
Yes, not the prince, now he should be called Emperor Qi.
Folks call the emperor by hand, they dare not say much, and there are those who are bold and unconcerned, and will use the era name instead.
For example, during Lu Zhang's reign, he changed his era name three times, and the one that used the longest was Taiyuan, which was called Emperor Taiyuan. However, after death, it is time to call the temple name and posthumous title, but the court does not send mourning, and these things will not be discussed.
The most coincidental thing is that now this year is new. After Lu Zhang saw Xingbo on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, he ordered Qin Tianjian to re-select the auspicious year, which could withstand the calamity for him to choose. Finally, he chose it. "Yongchen".
After just over a month, the person died.
The name of the good year chosen by all the hard work belongs to his son. I don't know what Lu Zhang will think. The title of Emperor Yongchen is really wonderful.
"Brother Meng, why are you laughing?"
Mo Li asked inexplicably.
There were not only them in the car, but also Lu Min, who shrank his head, and Mr. Jin Shui, whose face was pale.
"...According to the alchemist's statement, a person's name can be used to measure words and peek at the number of lives of that person. As for aliases and names, although they are not as important as their real names, they can also affect their luck." Meng Qixiang Laugh not smile.
Mo Li couldn't react, and seriously thought about the name of Mr. Jin Shui, which can't be said.
"Cough, he's talking about his brother." Meng Qi casually pointed to the second prince.
Mo Li was stunned for a moment, and quickly thought of the year.
When the emperor dies, the emperor who succeeds the throne cannot change the Yuan, usually until the second year.
The problem with Lu Yu is that he may not live to change the Yuan in the next year - he can only be called Emperor Yongchen.
Chen is the pivot of the stars and the heavenly palace where the North Star is located is exactly the meaning of the emperor.
Even Lu Min, who was a poor reader, knew the meaning of the word, and he couldn't hold back his smile, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.
"Yes, good omen!"
"… "
Mo Li looked at Lu Min, but he didn't say that the emperor would have to change his Yuan in the next year. This is not a good sign. Otherwise, it can only be extended for one year. What is "Yong Chen"
"Just let him drive the car." Mo Li said helplessly.
Don't have anything to do with the second prince.
Mr. Jin Shui calmed down. He looked at the three people in the car, but he couldn't see their identities or origins, and he couldn't guess the relationship between them. He had to ask: "The three are—"
"The doctor and I came to the capital to travel. I didn't want to encounter the closure of the city and delayed a lot of travel. Now I'm about to leave." Meng Qi casually patted Lu Min on the shoulder, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "His brother took him to the airport. Debt, there is a way to make the best use of everything, and people make the best of their talents, since he understands horses, he can use them as a coachman."
The scholar was stunned, and subconsciously hugged the burden tightly.
"Sir, don't be nervous. I'm waiting for Mr. Jin's painting. I admire his talent. I'm just passing by. I won't ask Mr. for money."
Meng Qi's words changed and he asked casually, "I was in a hurry to hurry, but I didn't expect the road to be so congested. My husband has lived in Taijing for a long time. He should know the grand occasion of the Spring Festival Tournament, so why did he choose to leave the capital on this day?"
The scholar looked sad, opened his mouth, but did not speak after all.
Now even the second prince could see that he had something to hide.
But if others don't say it, they can't be forced to ask.
Mo Li recalled the situation when he went to seek silver needles. Mr. Jin Shui claimed that his ancestors were all doctors. ability. As a result, he has a good ability to make silver needles by hand. He also said that the Chu Dynasty is open-minded and can learn these "sideways". As long as it is not sold publicly, it is not considered a craftsman. When it comes to Qi Dynasty, Mr. Jin Shui's life will be difficult. In the end Only to draw spring. palace.
Mo Li's eyes fell on the scholar, and Mr. Jin Shui was pressing his ankle with his hand.
This bone-setting and kneading technique... is by no means a crude medical technique!
This is surprising, as a doctor practicing medicine is better than a needle maker or a spring. Palace painter decent.
Even if you don't know how to prescribe medicine, it's not impossible to be a bone-setting doctor with this method of bone-setting and muscle-relaxing.
"Mister has an enemy?" Mo Li blurted out, and then he realized that he was abrupt, and apologized, "Sir, don't take it seriously."
The scholar's face changed, and he lowered his head for a long while and said, "It's true that I have some troubles. After I get on the boat, I will be separated from the three. When we meet by chance, the fate will end, and the good and the bad will be my own, so how can I involve others?"
The ink carp was silent.
According to his usual luck, the fire at the city gate will definitely burn him, and it is useless for Mr. Jin Shui to hide.
Well, don't ask any more, just wait.