Luling County, since the Chen Dynasty, has been the place where emperors like to choose fiefs for their children.
There are several fertile fiefs, densely populated households, and pleasant place names.
When King Ning was sealed, there were also fiefs of Princess Xingping, Princess Dongchang, and Princess Taihe nearby.
These three princesses all died on the night when Chu Li of the Qi Dynasty stained Taijing with blood.
Unlike the feudal king, the princess needs to go to the fief. King Ning escaped by luck because he was in the fief's palace. The feudal king of the Chu Dynasty has only honor and no real power. They were not allowed to intervene in local government affairs, and even private soldiers of the palace were not allowed. The officials of the palace were dispatched by Taijing from top to bottom and changed every three years.
Originally, according to the ideas of Deng Zai and others, the prince would never be allowed to become a vassal.
Just like the princess, the prince can be "raised" in the capital. After all, it is a confidant of all dynasties and dynasties to sit on the throne.
But Li Yuanze refused, so he set the rule that kings should not be hereditary. For example, the son of King Ning Xijue could only be the king of the county, and he had to change his fief. He was not allowed to live on his father's fief and inherit his father's mansion. Back to Beijing.
After Lu Zhang usurped the throne, Jiangnan also changed overnight.
There was no choice for the officials of the palace, and the local officials were uneasy, and soon there were military attachés to join the vassal king.
At that time, the people from the south of the Yangtze River scolded Lu Zhang in unison, and they wished to hit Jiang immediately and cut the usurper villain with a thousand swords.
Now even the people of Luling County don't think about it anymore. In the mouth of the officials, Emperor Qi is tyrannical, and the people there are living a miserable life. Jiangnan has always been prosperous. Although it is not as good as the Chu Dynasty now, it is enough not to become a tyrannical people of Qi. Who would be willing to recruit soldiers to fight
What's more, King Ning enjoyed it very much. Ningtai City, where the palace was originally located, was several times larger than before.
An eight-foot city wall was built, reinforced inside and outside, aqueducts were dug, and a palace was built, which was filled with beautiful beauties from the south of the Yangtze River.
This is not uncommon, King Jing Wu also did the same.
In addition to not directly proclaiming emperor, the official system, and even the etiquette of clothing, are all compared to emperors.
Ningtai City is also known as Taijing in private.
The name is similar to Taijing, and if you are drunk, you can deceive yourself.
Ningtai is not an ordinary small town. There are many guards at the gates of the city. Everyone needs to be questioned when entering or leaving. Outsiders cannot enter the city alone even if they hold a guide, and they need someone to protect them.
On one side, there was a long queue, and on the other side, the carriages of powerful officials and officials at the city gate came in and out at will, as long as the driver of the car would show his badge, he didn't need to look at who was in the car.
Mo Li really didn't know whether such a city defense was strict or loose.
If you think about it carefully, maybe this is what Meng Qi said. She has formulated excellent regulations, but when they are implemented, they are always violated by yin and yang!
It was almost dusk, and the city gate for the people to enter and exit slowly closed, the city wall was full of torches, and people were constantly patrolling.
Mo Li hurried hundreds of miles, and was a little tired, and did not intend to find a gap to climb over the wall.
With a show of his figure, he fluttered behind a group of carriages that were about to enter the city.
Although the torches are bright, they illuminate the gate of the city as if it were daytime, but where there is light, there will be shadows, not to mention the magnificent carriages of the powerful, and they must block a large amount of light wherever they go. The ink carp calmly shuttled through the shadows, without even a shred of wind.
Occasionally, someone felt something swaying before their eyes, and looked up and thought it was the shadow of a flag or a lantern.
When the carriage entered the city, the queue became more tidy, but the people who followed the carriage were still frolicking, and there was no formality at all.
It should be the children of the noble family who came back from Zhuangzi. The weather is so hot, it is extremely boring to squat in the city, and the city is not suitable for having fun, so I went to Biezhuang to live. Some are enjoying the cool and hiding, while others are letting go. This group of people is obviously in the latter case.
There was a woman's laughter in the car and a strong smell of alcohol.
When the wind blows, the smell of fat powder mixed with the smell of wine drifts out from the curtain.
Mo Li tilted his head slightly, a little disgusted.
When the carriage passed the outer city and was about to stop in front of a square gate, Mo Li took the opportunity to plunge into the darkness.
After leaving the carriage, the air was much better.
The ink carp walked quietly along the square wall, and the snacks in the bag had already been eaten on the road, and the remaining clothes were stuffed into the rattan box, which also saved the need to carry luggage.
He quickly found the area suspected of Shifang.
"This Ningtai City looks quite prosperous." Mo Li said to the gerbil sitting inside his coat.
Meng Qi had already figured out that his appearance was too eye-catching, no matter if he was forty or sixty.
Now that he knew that Fengxing Pavilion had great power here, he simply became a gerbil, and he didn't believe that he could still be found like this.
Mo Li changed his appearance a little bit, more like the hermit when crossing the river, but he just turned away the god in his eyes, stooped slightly on his shoulders while walking, and with his staggering steps, he became a poor and nameless old man. .
But the clothes are new, and so is the rattan box.
Mo Li disguised and walked down the lit street not long before someone followed.
Mo Li glanced back, and sure enough, there were two local ruffians. They were about to follow to a place where there were few people, and then grabbed something and ran away.
Mo Li went directly into a crowded teahouse on the street.
On the platform in the center of the building, the storyteller was talking about the most exciting places.
"...Then Chi Lu'er shouted loudly, picked up the octagonal bright silver plum hammer, and was about to hit Jingyuan Hou's face head-on, saying it was too late, only to see a flash of snow-white sword light, that Xiliang pioneer general The horse has run far away, and the big head rolled to the ground. The Jingyuan Hou Hengdao immediately sent a whistle, and the army of 100,000 rushed towards the Xiongguan."
Mo Li paused when he heard the three words Jingyuanhou, and then quickly passed through the crowd, leaving behind the two ruffians who were about to rob the property.
The gerbil quickly stretched out its claws to fish, and when the ink carp went out from the back door of the teahouse, he looked down and found the gerbil holding a melon seed.
Mo Li laughed and asked angrily, "Want to continue listening?"
Fat Mouse shook his head.
Meng Qi had heard this "Battle of the Western Liang" no less than eight times, and in it, the famous officials of the Chu Dynasty headed by the Marquis Jingyuan were blown to heaven.
In fact, Marquis Jingyuan was a Confucian general. Although his martial arts skills were good, it would be too difficult for Marquis Jingyuan to cut off his head in a face-to-face manner. You must know that Marquis Jingyuan was almost fifty years old at the time of Pingxiliang. . How could the commander-in-chief in charge of the three-way army personally go into battle to fight with other pioneers, and the Hou Jingyuan wanted to go to his subordinates and did not agree!
How can there be a reason for the commander to steal the merits of his subordinates
The battle of Ping Xiliang was initiated after the monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty made complete preparations. There were some twists and turns in the middle, but it was definitely not as thrilling and bizarre as the storytelling said.
The storytelling even fabricated a princess of Xiliang, saying that she was beautiful and capable of fighting. She fell in love with Yin Qingheng, the Duke of Wei, at first sight. In the end, the dilemma between the family and the country was all at the head of Xiazhou City. Although Yin Qingheng is a famous person who does not lose his style even when he is old, he has the capital to attract beautiful women, but he has only one wife in his life, and there are no concubines in his family to serve, and his wife is a childhood acquaintance. However, the strange thing is that in the storytelling book, it is not the talented Zhu Yan, nor the other famous officials who behave in a flirtatious manner, but Yin Qingheng, who only takes a scoop of the weak water for 3,000 people.
The gerbil thought to himself, the more impossible it was, the more the world loved to listen, and the more poor scholars wanted to write.
Half of Ningtai City is an old house, which looks a bit run down, while the other half is newly built, and it is also the residence of the rich and powerful.
The ink carp blindly went to those fallen places, and gradually lost sight of the lights.
He didn't have a road guide in his hand, so he couldn't live in an inn.
That doesn't mean there's nowhere to go, though.
The ink carp pretended to be old and stepped into a temple.
King Ning believed in Buddhism, and there were many temples and incense in the city.
Mo Li deliberately chose a very old temple, donated some incense money, and asked the monks to make it easy.
There are often poor scholars living in the wing of the temple. The temple is a little cleaner than the inn. Sometimes there are devout pilgrims who stay there to burn early incense.
But as long as you spend money, give enough money for incense, and say a few words about the origin, the monks in the temple don’t interrogate much, and they don’t even look at the road guide. It is naturally irrelevant when it comes to the Buddhist saying that the karma is a good fruit to transcend sentient beings. The truth is that the door will not let you in.
Mo Li had never been to Ningtai City, nor did he know the details of the Buddhist temples in the city. He just found an unremarkable temple where the monks did not know martial arts.
As a result, as soon as he found out the money and hadn't given it out, he heard a scream behind him.
I saw a scholar fell to the ground, his mouth and nose crooked, and he kept vomiting.
The scholar's companion was taken aback and hurried to help.
"Don't move!"
The one who shouted was an old monk who looked like an abbot wearing a cassock.
"It's the Master of Discrimination."
"The Master is proficient in medicine, and people are saved!"
Everyone avoided one after another, and the old monk was obviously very famous.
The scholar was in his forties, and what he vomited was dark brown, which looked very terrifying.
"It's a stroke, go back and get Lao Na's silver needle." The old monk shouted anxiously.
Sudden stroke, if not rescued in time, will be fatal, and the situation of this scholar is extremely critical.
Mo Li secretly sighed, opened the rattan box, took out his silver needle at a very fast speed, and plunged it into several key points of the scholar one by one.
The movement of the scholar's vomiting stopped only then, but his limbs began to twitch.
No one was able to stop Mo Li in the hustle and bustle. The old monk looked at Mo Li in surprise. Seeing that his needles were extremely accurate, he slowly relaxed. He turned his head and instructed the little novice beside him: "Bring a clean cloth!"
Mo Li turned the scholar's head to one side, took the cloth handed over by the novice, and wrapped it in his hands to dig out the filth in the scholar's mouth, preventing the filth from clogging his throat.
The old monk took the opportunity of the ink carp to hold down the person, and focused on the pulse.
After a while, the silver needle of Master Ming Discrimination was also taken.
The old monk practiced the awakening acupuncture for the second time, and the scholar stopped twitching, but his face was crooked and his ears and nose were strange.
"Hey!"
Master Ming Bian sighed, stroked his beard and shook his head.
The scholar's companion was so panicked that he hurriedly asked about his condition.
"It's fortunate that this doctor is here today, and the meridians were opened in time, otherwise it would be useless if anyone rescued him." Master Mingbian looked older than Mo Li, and this treatment needed to bend down and bow his head. did not stand up.
Mo Li had to help him.
"Old Na thanked him, hey, old age is useless." Master Ming Bian instructed the monk to carry the scholar back to the wing.
He turned his head and was about to greet Mo Li when he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the temple.
The fire was dazzling, and a group of cavalry in light armor and torches dismounted and broke into the temple.
The people in the temple didn't have time to react, so they covered their eyes and tilted their heads to block the dazzling light.
The leader of the cavalry looked arrogant and said loudly: "King Ning has a purpose, Xuanming Dharma Master enters the palace to treat illness."
For some reason, this group of people surrounded the ink carp who was cleaning up the silver needles in a vicious manner.
Ink carp: "… "
Can you tell the difference between having hair and no hair
"Commander, this, this doesn't seem to be the Master of Discrimination?"
The leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the scholar on the ground, then looked at the old monk and Mo Li, and waved his hand: "Take them all!"
The old monk's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly said: "Old Na knows clearly, this donor is just here to burn incense and bond..."
"I don't care if you are monks or pilgrims, the nobles in the palace are suddenly sick, and all the doctors in the city are called into the palace! If the holy will is delayed, no one can afford it! Hurry up!"
The author has something to say: Mo Li: I have arrived in Ningtai City, Luling County, let me think about how to infiltrate the palace and check A Furong
A quarter of an hour later.
Mo Li, holding a gerbil, looked blankly at King Ning's Imperial Guard who forcibly took the doctor away.