The county seat of Anlai County was rebuilt after the Great Sui Dynasty destroyed the Shang Dynasty. At that time, the county seat was submerged by the diverted Luo River, and most of the people in the city were buried under the water. Even now, bones can still be picked up from the wilderness from time to time. It was also because of that flood that the dilapidated temples in the city became even more dilapidated.
When Fang Jie and the others docked their boat, Li Heita, the county magistrate of Anlai County, Sun Maocai, who had received the news before, was already waiting on the shore with his people. It was the first time for them to meet the imperial envoy since they became officials, so it seemed that both of them were very nervous. Of course, Fang Xie did not give them all the pressure. Relatively speaking, Ye Jinnan, the fourth-rank general in the left forward, made them even more afraid.
In order to show respect, not only the county magistrate and the county magistrate came with other county officials and local gentry, but even organized a group of elderly people over 60 years old to line up to welcome them. This is a very ingenious technique, and local officials have tried it time and again. Although this was the first time for Sun Maocai and Li Heitai to greet imperial envoys, this method was not unheard of.
First, being greeted by older people represents enough respect. In the past, when the emperor traveled, he would have such an arrangement when he arrived at a certain place.
Second, this is a good way to show political achievements. Let the old and healthy old people come out to greet them. It shows that the parent officer is serious about doing things.
Although Fang Jie was serving as an imperial envoy for the first time, he encountered too many such methods along the way.
He talked to each elder in a very gentle and polite manner, and asked some short words from the parents. For example, is there enough food to eat, how is your health, and how filial your children are. These official explanations of East and West are already familiar, and compared with ordinary officials, there is no trace of sincerity on his face.
The welcome ceremony was simple and solemn, without any flaws.
Fang Xie huddled and boarded the carriage, heading towards the direction of Anlai County. The imperial army in fresh clothes and furious horses and the flying fish robes make people look intimidated, but they are also a display of royal dignity. The imperial envoy travels instead of the emperor. Even if the imperial envoy is not of high rank, at this time he does not need to salute even if he is facing a governor.
Due to the headwind, we arrived a little later than expected. When the team entered the city, it was already dark, Fang Jie and the others did not go to the county government office, but went directly to the residence arranged by Sun Maocai. This is a yard specially vacated by the local gentry. Although it is not big, it is full of the unique style of Jiangnan water town.
Because he had to stay for a day, Fang Jie did not refuse the dinner arranged by the county magistrate. But it was still early, so the group went to the residence to take a shower and rest.
This garden does not occupy a large area, but although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs. Fang Jie started from Nanyan Dali City when he could remember, but this was not the beginning of his life. Before he awakened, he had no memory of where he went and where he fled from, but Shen Qingfan and the others said that it didn't start from Yongzhou. That powerful man was handed over to Shen Qingfan's sect. Mu Xiaoyao.
At that time, Fang Jie's other protectors had already gathered together.
Shen Qingfan's sect is in Moshan, which is six hundred miles away from Yongzhou. Moshan is in the territory of Nanyan, south of Dali, the capital of Nanyan.
After washing up in his own room and changing into clean and fresh clothes, Fang Xie sat on a chair and looked out the window, a little absent-minded. Anlai County is still five hundred miles away from Yongzhou, but it is only seven or eight hundred miles away from Dali City in a straight line. This place is not far from the place where his life started, but the closer it is, the more uncomfortable the complex emotions in his heart become.
Shen Qingfan would not lie to him, his escape journey started from Moshan. What is certain is that the powerful person handed him over to Mu Xiaoyao when he was still in his infancy, and how long was he born at that time
The memory before arriving at Moshan is zero, no impression at all.
When Fang Jie was conscious, he felt that he was being robbed. Thinking about it now, Shen Qingfan, who was less than ten years old, wanted to throw him into the fire pit. At that time, Shen Qingfan's eyes were full of hatred.
Fang Jie vaguely felt that his soul had robbed a baby's body. And there is a huge secret hidden in this physical body, and my own arrival has actually affected this secret from the very beginning. If you are the key, then the key has changed.
Fang Xie fell into deep thought while sitting in the room, perhaps because this place touched his heart. He tried hard to think about what happened before he awakened, knowing that it was futile but refused to give up. If he snatched the child's body, then whose soul was the child's before
If Luo Yao did it himself, then what is the relationship between this child and Luo Yao
It's not that Fang Jie never thought that he might be Luo Yao's illegitimate child. But seventeen years ago, Luo Yao's second son, Luo Wen, was three or four years old, so even if he had another child, there was no need to let him run away. In the southwest, who can threaten Luo Yao
So it's impossible.
As for Luo Wu, twenty years ago, when Luo Yao was not the General of the Left Front Guard, he had already personally killed him. Three or four years after Luo Wu's death, Luo Yao had his second son, Luo Wen, and only three or four years later did he have Fang Jie...
It seems that there is a connection, but in fact there is no connection at all.
The closer he got to Yongzhou, the more worry and fear Fang Jie felt in his heart. He looks forward to finding the truth here, but is afraid of knowing the truth.
Just when his thoughts were getting more and more serious, Mu Xiaoyao knocked on the door outside.
"County Magistrate Sun Maocai is waiting outside, saying that a banquet has been set up in Hexing Tower."
"good."
Fang Jie shook his head and stood up, shaking off the chaos in his mind.
Fang Jie, who was dressed in normal clothes, looked heroic, and his immaturity was no longer there. He was still a baby when he left here, and he was an adult when he came back. Seventeen years have passed in a flash, who knows if this is the starting point or the end point
When he walked out of the room, he took a deep breath and told himself that since he was already here, what's the point of being afraid and worrying
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There are many differences in the customs of the Southwest and the Central Plains, such as this travel. The carriage is the most widely used in the north. There were no war horses in the Sui Dynasty, but rough horses in the north were not so rare that they were so rare. For example, in the city of Chang'an, there are horse-drawn carriages dedicated to carrying passengers on every street. But in the south, it is natural to go out on a punting boat, but to walk around the city is to rely on a sliding pole carried by manpower. The structure is very simple, that is, two bamboo poles are tied to a chair and carried by two strong men.
It's not that Fang Jie had never seen this kind of thing when he started fleeing, but he had never sat on it. So when he saw the county magistrate waiting outside the door asking him to get on the pole, Fang Xie couldn't help being startled. Although the two men carrying the sliding poles looked burly and strong, they still resisted a little when they sat on the east and west sides.
The county magistrate Sun Maocai hesitated when he saw Fang Jie, thinking that the upstart in Chang'an City was afraid, he secretly laughed in his heart, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow, but with a smile on his face, he said: "My lord, don't worry, this thing is very safe. .The two of them have been doing this business all year round, and they have never thrown anyone off."
Sun Maocai rarely saw such a noble son in Anlai County. In his impression, even if Luo Wen, the general's son, was not good enough, he was good at martial arts, and he would never be afraid of sitting on a sliding pole.
The person from the capital is Jingui, who never thought that a small slippery pole would be difficult for him.
Fang Jie hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head: "I can walk."
Anlai County is not big in the first place, so it is not easy for the imperial envoy to refuse Sun Maocai on foot. So he leaned forward to lead the way, and the others followed behind Fang Jie. The county magistrate Li Heikai and Sun Maocai had the same thoughts, so there was some contempt in Fang Jie's eyes when he looked at Fang Xie's back.
Just when his expression showed a little bit, he suddenly felt a chill in his body. He looked to the side and found that General Ye Jinnan was looking at him with a cold face.
To be honest, his respect for the imperial envoy is all feigned, but his fear of the left avant-garde comes from the bottom of his heart. So he immediately lowered his head, not daring to be any more presumptuous.
A group of people walked to Hexing Building, and along the way, there were officers from the county government to drive away the passers-by. Fang Jie looked at those pretentious guys in front of him, but he didn't hide the disgust in his eyes. Sun Maocai walked in front and turned his head to talk to Fang Xie from time to time, so he naturally saw the expression on Fang Xie's face. His heart tightened, but he didn't want to understand what the young nobleman was dissatisfied with.
This kind of person is hypocritical, and looks like a helpless little boy. But he just pretended to be arrogant, and he was afraid that the man who carried the slippery pole could kill ten such nobles by himself. People say that the nobles in Chang'an City all have precious treasures that seem to be made of water, and they will fall apart when touched. Now it seems that the reputation is well-deserved, and it is nothing but appearances.
Sun Maocai was thinking about these while walking, so he became more and more happy.
When there was less than 100 meters away from Hexing Building, the servants in front had already ran forward to line up at the gate of Hexing Building. Just in such an empty space, a person suddenly rushed out from the people on both sides of the street, and slashed at Fang Jie's forehead head-on!
The assassin and Fang Jie were separated by Sun Maocai, and Sun Maocai was dumbfounded the moment he saw the knife.
After being dumbfounded for a moment, he suddenly yelled, and subconsciously squatted down with his head in his arms. Then he heard a bang, followed by another muffled bang in the distance. Trembling, he raised his head to look, and found that the assassin with the knife flew five meters away and hit the wall on the side of the road. is not alive.
He turned his head to look at Fang Xie, and found that Fang Xie was standing with his hands behind his back with a calm face.
In front of him, that unremarkable black kid ran over at some point. He held a machete in his hand, with the hilt facing forward. Obviously, the black boy snatched the knife from the assassin with his bare hands, and then sent the assassin flying with another blow.
"Sir... Sir..."
Sun Maocai's voice was a little trembling, and his face was paler than paper with fright. This was the first time in his life that he encountered an assassin, how could he remain calm.
But a minute ago, he thought he was just an imperial envoy with an embroidered pillow, but his expression didn't change at all. He just stood there straight, looking at the fallen assassin indifferently.
At this moment, at least twenty assassins armed with various weapons poured out from the crowd, screaming and rushing towards Fang Xie.
As soon as these people appeared, the burly guy behind Fang Jie suddenly jumped out lightly. When he landed on the ground, he had an extra embroidery needle in his hand. As he walked forward to meet the assassins, he threaded a red thread into the nose of the needle. In the next second, this supposedly bulky guy shuttled among the assassins like a swallow. Dozens of people and dozens of weapons, none of them could touch him.
When Sun Maocai regained his composure, he suddenly found that those dozens of people had not moved. The assassins stopped, but their bodies were trembling.
In the next second, Sun Mao was so frightened by what he saw clearly that his heart almost stopped beating.
The tall and burly man didn't know what method he used to sew up those dozens of assassins.
Yes, it is sewn on.
The seemingly endless red thread connected dozens of assassins together, some thread passed through the chest, some passed through the neck, some passed through the cheek, and some passed through the arm ... I don't know what material the red thread is made of, but it is extremely tough.
And those assassins, how dare they act rashly
But at this time, the little Fang Master said calmly: "Nie Xiaoju, why do you have the nerve to take out such a rough needlework? It made all the adults laugh... remember to sew more beautifully next time."