The dust and rain are blown away by the wind
In the fourth year of Jingjia, Qiyan Agula was fourteen years old.
At this time, Agula's speech and behavior, his gestures and gestures, could not see the past grassland at all.
As for those eyes that were different from ordinary people, she had already thought about what to say.
On this day, the masked man called her over and handed her a file and a simple porcelain vase.
"You have performed very well in the past few years, even better than I expected." Saying such words from the mouth of the masked person is the highest compliment.
Agula took a half step back, lowered her eyes and bowed her hands in a deep salute: "Rely on Master to teach properly."
The masked man nodded: "Your new identity is in the file. You will set off for the Tongsheng test in a few days."
"Yes."
"You don't have to come back after the exam. You have learned everything you should have learned from me. The only thing that is missing is a little firework. Take advantage of this time to go around and have a look. As a teacher, you can only help you get there. Here, in the future... It's up to you.
Agula raised her head and her beautiful eyes did not fluctuate, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
"The pills are still taken once every ten days. After eating all this bottle, the sunflower water will be gone and there will be no trouble."
"Thank you, Master."
Agula walked to the door, and the voice of the masked man came from behind: "Let's go and say goodbye to Ding You, the next time we meet each other, we will be strangers."
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Agula kicked the porcelain vase into his arms and shook it open. The file was written: Qi Yan, fourteen years old. In Baishui Village, Bailu County, Jinzhou, a plague broke out in Bailu County in the first year of Jingjia. The Qi family of six fled north, but unfortunately encountered a bandit. Qi Yan died after being rescued by an expert.
The back is the detailed information of Qi Yan's family, I don't know if it is a coincidence or a man-made arrangement. All the relatives within the Qi family's five clothes actually died out in the following years. Agura memorized all the contents of the scroll, and came to the main room, threw the scroll into the stove and watched it turn into ashes before turning around.
Turning to walk in the direction of the herbal garden, Ding You lived in the medical cottage next to the herbal garden. After the masked man taught according to his aptitude and found that Ding You was quite accomplished in the art of discord and yellow, he would not let him study with Agula again.
Usually, Ding You was taking care of the herbs at this time, but today he was not in the garden.
When he came to the house and found Ding You packing his luggage, he asked, "Are you going out?"
"Well, the master said a while back that the Imperial Hospital's five-year civil assessment, let me try it."
Agura nodded, lifted the placket, sat on the chair, raised her hand and poured a cup of tea for herself.
Ding You swept across Agula's flat chest and hesitated several times.
Agula took a shallow sip and put down the tea cup: "If you have something to say, say it."
"The medicine the master gave you... have you been taking it?"
Agu La looked at Ding You expressionlessly and asked indifferently, "Otherwise?"
Ding You glanced out the window and lowered his voice: "It's a three-point poisonous medicine. Besides, this medicine can actually suppress your woman's identity, showing how domineering the medicine is? You..."
"Ding You."
"Um?"
"If you are heard by the master, you will be punished again."
Ding You stared at Agula's eyes, but found that the bright amber eyes in his memory had turned into a pool of stagnant water from nowhere, and he could no longer see through the mind of the person in front of him.
Ding You sighed heavily: "You always have to leave a way out for yourself! Otherwise, when you take revenge, you will become a ghost and a ghost, and it will be too late to regret it!"
Agula stood up slowly, and said lightly, "Ever since the moment I entered the master's door, I never thought that I would regret it if I retreated. It's just that you have to take care of yourself. I don’t know each other even if we meet. I’m going to leave the valley soon, so I won’t send you off.” After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
Ding You chased after the door: "Agula!"
Agula paused: "By the way, I forgot to tell you. From now on, there will be no beggars in this world. Agula, my name is Qi Yan." She has long since disappeared, and living in this world is nothing but a blood debt. It's just a ghost.
Agula left without looking back. Ding You watched the back of the other party drifting away and knew that Agula would never look back.
"Take care, Qi Yan."
On the day Ding You left, Qi Yan did not appear. He handed a wooden box to an old man in the valley: "Uncle Fu, please pass this to Qi Yan."
Ding You walked halfway up the mountain, and suddenly there was a round and soft sound of a dongxiao behind him. He turned around and recalled that Wuminggu had long been hidden in the mist that lingers all year round, only hearing the sound of Xiao.
At the end of the song, the two turned around, one went back to the house to pack up, and the other set foot on the mountain road ahead.
Qi Yan opened the wooden box that Ding You left for her. Inside was a prescription and a porcelain bottle: Qi Yan, this is a prescription I have researched for many years with thirty pills attached. The road ahead is dangerous. This medicine can help you temporarily get rid of the nightmare.
Since the last time he returned from the grassland to the unknown valley, Qi Yan has been having nightmares every night, and even panicked and raved when it was serious. So she sleeps up to two hours a night, waking up before the nightmare is deep. Qi Yan memorized the prescription and said softly, "Thank you."
A few days later, Qi Yan also said goodbye to the masked man and left the Unnamed Valley with the cage on her back...
In Wei State, there is a child birth test every year, and the official schools in various prefectures are qualified to hold the test. There is still half a year before the next Tongsheng test. She can walk around to see how the folks of Wei State are different from those described in the book and the masked man.
After some thought, Qi Yan decided to go to the state capital near Gyeonggi to participate in the child birth test. In this way, after three years, the autumn and spring seasons will be less twists and turns and more calm. She chose Yunzhou to rent a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city. The landlord heard that Qi Yan was a student preparing for the exam, which was especially cheap.
Looking forward to the sun. The wind is bright and sunny, and the wind is gentle.
Qi Yan put on a navy blue gown and went out to the market.
I heard the landlord say: Yunzhou has a big fair every time in the moon, especially the market in Wangri is not to be missed. If you are lucky, you may meet the juggling team of Youfang.
Sure enough, before entering the city, you can see farmers carrying burdens and baskets walking in twos and threes on the official road into the city. Qi Yan quickened her pace and entered the big city of Yunzhou with the farmers who went to the market.
The crowds in the market shrugged shoulder to shoulder, shouting incessantly. The stalls on both sides of the street are connected to the stalls, and you can't see the end at a glance.
The masked man taught her etiquette and culture, but he didn't tell her much about the market, and Qi Yan's deity was a farmer's child. The market is a new compulsory course.
A middle-aged man in coarse cloth squatted on the side of the road, holding a big cock with straw on his legs in his arms.
At this time, a young man dressed as a man asked aloud: "Brother, how do you sell this big cock?"
"Forty copper coins."
The man rolled his eyes and bargained smartly: "A hen that lays eggs only has 40 broods, and you can't place an order for this chicken. Is it cheaper?"
The man thought for a moment: "Thirty-five can't be less."
The guy didn't seem to be very satisfied with the price. After some discussion, the two finally settled the deal for 33 cents.
Qi Yan retracted her gaze and continued to walk forward, stopping in front of different stalls from time to time. It took half an hour to get a rough idea of the price of Yunzhou City. The crowd suddenly jammed up. The crowd watching in front blocked half the street. Qi Yan wanted to get around, but there was a commotion behind him.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" A group of janitors with whistle sticks rudely pushed the crowd away and opened up a path, and Qi Yan was pushed into the field by the back of her heart.
I saw a girl wearing sackcloth and filial piety kneeling on the street, and a scooter was parked beside her, and a man wrapped in a straw mat lay on it, revealing a pair of straw sandals that were about to fray the soles of his feet.
The girl bowed her head and held a wooden board in her arms, with four big characters written crookedly on it: Sell your body to bury your father.
Qi Yan was rudely pushed away by Jiading again. At this time, the onlookers also recognized the people and took a step back. Some of the timid ones had already pushed through the crowd and slipped away. I saw a strangely dressed young man walking in with a whistle.
This man was wearing a bunt material but it was very easy to wrinkle satin. He took square steps to stand in front of the girl, picked up the whistle and lit the wooden board and said aloud: "Sell your body and bury your father?" The crowd followed. There was a small commotion, and some unsuspecting people whispered injustice for the girl: "This person is too rude, other girls are like this..."
"Shh! Be quiet, you can't mess with this guy."
Qi Yan stepped back two steps and stood in front of the crowd. The "bunt boy" spoke again: "Raise your head and show me?"
The girl tightened the wooden board in her arms and slowly raised her head, with tears in her eyes, she said timidly: "The slave family sells his body to bury his father, and is willing to be a slave and a maid for life."
Qi Yan looked at it coldly, her amber eyes were silent, and what happened in front of her could not fluctuate her emotions.
The voice of advice from behind came again: "This uncle is a tyrant in Yunzhou, the eldest son of Ding House, Ding Fengshan."
"Ding Mansion? Is that the adult?"
"That's right."
The crowd was quiet, but Qi Yan's heart set off a huge wave: Ding Yi, brother-in-law of Taiwei Lu Quanzhi. In the first year of Jingjia's first year, he paid tribute to General Sipinwei; he led 20,000 elite soldiers to guard Yunzhou...
The son of the enemy is in sight.
Qi Yan had imagined such a scene countless times, but she did not expect this day to come so quickly.
The fist in the sleeve tightened and tightened, Qi Yan took a deep breath and closed her eyes and frowned, secretly annoyed that her xinxing practice was not at home. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his indifferent appearance that it had nothing to do with him, but the turbulence in his heart did not stop.
Ding Fengshan pressed the whistle against the girl's chin and lifted it up, looked down and sneered, "You deserve to be sold just because of your beauty?"
One stone aroused thousands of waves and many people frowned, but they could only watch.
The girl shed helpless tears, her body trembled and her lips moved, unable to say a word.
Ding Fengshan taunted the girl a few more times with pickled words, put away his whistle and laughed for a while, and waved his hand again to make way for her.
Once again, Qi Yan was pushed out far away by the servant with a whistle, and there was pain in the place where he was poked. Watching the son of the enemy pass by in front of her, she suddenly understood at this moment: why Master always cuts her own body when she is mad.
It turned out that some injuries can only be transferred with pain.