The Chasing Shadow Palace and Sun Moon Villa also received letters one after another. Because Zhao Wulin had warned him before he left, Qin Shaoyu would naturally not break his mouth and talk nonsense, but just replied to the request mentioned in Chu Yuan's previous letter, promising to send the disciples from Dye Cream Island to Nanyang to monitor the movement there. As for Ye Jin, he was extremely puzzled, why his brother cared so much about Tianchensha and Jinsianxian, and he refused to say who was caught.
Inside the Sun Moon Villa, Shen Qianfeng said: "The emperor refuses to say, why do you have to ask."
"I didn't ask." Ye Jin drank a cup of herbal tea, feeling very tight in his chest. Before, he had no interest in Tian Chensha at all, but he couldn't bear to receive a letter every three or five minutes. After a long time, he was inevitably curious.
"If you really want to know, why don't I take you to the royal city?" Shen Qianfeng said, "As soon as you meet, ask."
"Who are you the emperor, two fools on the street?" Ye Jin patted him on the chest, "I wouldn't say it in the letter, let alone say it when I met you, and if I'm in a hurry to talk nonsense, neither you nor me. know."
Shen Qianfeng comforted: "If it is really urgent, the emperor is afraid that he will say it without asking, and he is not in a hurry at this time."
"Tianchensha." Ye Jin said to himself, propping his cheeks, "Why don't I go to Nanyang in person."
Shen Qianfeng said: "Okay."
"Okay?" Ye Jin returned to his senses, "I'll just say it casually, it's a long journey by sea, I'm afraid it won't be enough for a year." The elder Shen, who is also a recognized leader of the martial arts alliance, doesn't have so much free time.
Shen Qianfeng smiled: "A year is a year, it's just Nanyang, if you want to go, I will naturally accompany you."
Ye Jin blinked, feeling that this person was dazed, and his eyebrows and eyes were also extremely handsome.
Good-looking and good-looking.
The reply from Riyue Villa was the same as before, saying that he didn't know what Tianchensha was, and that he had never heard of a kung fu in this world that could control the golden silkworm thread. However, he added that the rivers and lakes are so big and there are so many wonders that they can't be full of words.
Chu Yuan sighed in his heart and put away all the letters.
At the beginning, letters from the Southwest Mansion still came once a month, but after that, it gradually decreased to two months, and then it was delayed for three months. After unpacking, the content was the same, saying that everything was fine with my brother, Chu Yuan even thought that Duan Yao had written a pile of them at a time, and then sent one to Wangcheng every month.
From spring to summer to autumn, the rain is dense, and it is extremely annoying when it comes down. After handling the political affairs, Chu Yuan held the previous umbrella and pretended to leave the palace alone. The night was dark, the streets were very quiet, and the people went home early to rest. Only the red lanterns at the entrance of the inn, and the faint singing from the songfang in the distance, added a little firework to the cold long street.
In the alley around the corner, an old couple had just set up a stall and were preparing to eat. Chu Yuan stopped and asked, "Is it the wonton from the old Zhang family?"
"Yes, son." The old man smiled and said, "I am Zhang Quan. The best wontons in the city are all stolen from my stall."
"Trouble the old man to cook a bowl for me." Chu Yuan closed his umbrella and breathed some heat into his palms while sitting under the eaves.
"Young master, have a cup of hot tea first." The old woman said, "It's made with grain, and it has the aroma of wheat."
"Thank you old lady." Chu Yuan looked around and said, "In such a cold night, is business good?"
"It's not very good, but after so many years, everyone is used to it. If there is no stall one day, people who are on the road at night can't even eat a snack to satisfy their hunger. It's not good." The old man put a large bowl of shrimp skin ravioli in front of him. , "Young master, use it slowly, there is not enough."
"Well." Chu Yuan smiled and took a sip of the soup with a spoon.
Very fresh.
"When you're sick, you will naturally lose your appetite." Someone had a fever before, and someone brought a large bowl of dry mixed wonton blunt into the palace, "Eat this, the best old Zhang wonton blunt in Wangcheng."
"In the middle of the night, eat wontons?" Chu Yuan asked.
"Night food should be eaten at night to grow meat." Duan Baiyue helped him up, "This wonton has a blunt temper. It sleeps during the day and only opens its stall at night, just around the corner of Yunmeng Street."
Chu Yuan picked up the chopsticks and reluctantly ate one.
Duan Baiyue asked: "How?"
Chu Yuan said: "It's tasteless, it's still bitter."
Duan Baiyue paused and said, "Because you suffered from the cold."
Chu Yuan was amused, but he obediently finished eating a large bowl of wontons, and then said, "It's just tasteless."
"I'll take you out to eat when I'm cured this time." Duan Baiyue said, "The soup wontons are more delicious, fresh and sweet."
Chu Yuan leaned back on the bed: "Okay."
It's just that although they promised, but there are complicated affairs later, neither of the two of them is thinking about eating this bowl of wontons, and it has been delayed until now.
Under the dim oil lamp, the old woman and her husband were cooking soup one by one, cutting noodles the other, chatting with laughter about the short things in their parents, and also said that they would take a few days to rest and go to Ziya City to see their little grandson. The number of guests gradually increased, and after Chu Yuan drank the last sip of soup, he got up and returned to the palace.
"Your Majesty." Eunuch Sixi was so anxious that he was relieved to see him back.
Also when the emperor is to go... Southwest.
Chu Yuan took off the cloak and said, "Who can come to me?"
"No, be quiet." Eunuch Sixi passed on the hot water, "In the middle of the night, the emperor will not leave the palace alone in the future."
Chu Yuan said, "Is there a reply from Wen Aiqing?"
"Yes." Fairy Sixi said, "The letter is in the imperial study. Does the emperor want to read it now?"
Chu Yuan nodded.
Father-in-law Sixi trotted all the way to get it, and turned the lights on a little bit.
Wen Liunian's life in Yunlan City was extremely nourishing. Although he failed to convince Chase Qin Shaoyu to become a general, he also mixed with Chase Shadow Palace. Not only the way in the officialdom, but also the friends in the arena. This time, Chu Yuan asked him about the strange things in Nanyang, and he replied eloquently, and he wrote a huge pile of letters. Compared with the An Hao Wu Nian of the Southwest House, it can be described as heaven and earth.
The number one talent in Da Chu will naturally read a lot of books. From the geographical distribution of the island countries in Nanyang, how each country lived, what the temperament and temperament of the previous lords were, and the customs of the people were all written clearly. Compared with the orthodox survey records of the Dachu library, it is naturally not 100% accurate. There are also advantages, that is, the sources of information are mixed and fast enough, and the content is varied and everything, even including the romantic history of the lord of the White Elephant Kingdom. It's just that from the beginning to the end, there are very few records about the Emerald and Myanmar, only that the sea is so stormy that ships can hardly get close. Every once in a while, a large black ship will slowly sail out of it, selling some witch herb leaves to the passing merchant ships. The people above were uniformly dressed in black robes, with tattoos all over their bodies, which was no different from the rumors. Due to the lack of fresh melons and vegetables on the sea, many sailors and merchants are prone to illness, so the business of witch medicine is very good, even if the price is high, it is still in short supply.
Black boat black robe. Chu Yuan put down the letter, but remembered the descriptions of the invaders by those Chaoya people, as well.
Really Emerald Myanmar? Chu Yuan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and wrote a reply letter to Wen Liunian, which was sent to Yunlan City quickly.
Another month later, the shadow guards who had been sent to the East China Sea also returned, saying that there was white fog around Chaoya Island, and it was impossible to break in, as if someone had deliberately set up a maze. Moreover, the merchant ships that come and go have regarded it as an ominous place, and they would rather go around the road for an extra month than get close to the tide cliff.
"What can the local officials do?" Chu Yuan asked.
Shadow Guard said: "No."
Chu Yuan shook his head in his heart. The Chaoya family is not under the jurisdiction of Da Chu. If something goes wrong in the surrounding waters, the people can do it by taking a detour. It is not an accident that the officials are too lazy to meddle in their own business.
The person stationed in the East China Sea is a relative of the Chu family, nicknamed the Sea Dragon King. Due to his outstanding military exploits, he was given the surname Chu by the previous emperor. In terms of seniority, Chu Yuan would also call him uncle.
It's just that this uncle is also a worry-free uncle.
Chu Yuan sighed slightly. According to the current situation in the DPRK and China, it will take a few years to wait until the people of Qingming and Qingming are stable in the real prosperous era.
Seeing that it will be New Year's Eve again in January, after New Year's Eve, it will be regarded as a new year.
The time is not too difficult, Chu Yuan thought, at least it was much better than what he thought before.
In the Southwest Mansion, Duan Yao cooked dumplings and carried them to the Back Mountain Ice Room.
Nan Moxie opened the stone gate, and when he saw it, he suddenly said, "So it's New Year's Eve today."
"Well, New Year's Eve." Duan Yao said, "New Year's Eve, the city is lively."
Nan Moxie laughed: "It's good to be lively, and it means that everyone has a good life."
Duan Yao said, "Can I go in and see my brother?"
Nan Moxie shook his head: "No."
Duan Yao was frustrated: "Well."
"When practicing, don't let anyone disturb you." Nan Moxie patted his head, "It's alright, don't worry."
"Then I'll go back first." Duan Yao said, "Come back tomorrow, Aunt Jin is making flower cakes."
Nan Moxie instructed: "Add more honey."
Duan Yao finally had a smile on her face, turned around and ran down the mountain.
Nan Moxie walked into the cave with the food box, Duan Baiyue still closed his eyes and was adjusting his inner breath.
"It's New Year's Eve today." Nan Moxie sat opposite him, "You and I have been in this ice room for too long, and I forgot about it."
Duan Baiyue said: "Really?"
"Come on, have a taste." Nan Moxie handed him the chopsticks, "I think it's going to be a lively night in Dali City tonight."
Duan Baiyue took the chopsticks, faint blue lines appeared on the back of his hand, and his side face was hidden in the darkness: "Wangcheng is more lively."
"Yeah, how can it be called Wangcheng." Nan Moxie pretended not to understand, swallowed the dumplings and complained, "It's pork and leek stuffing again, and it doesn't change every year."
Duan Baiyue smiled: "Master should go back to the house tonight, at least spend a new year with everyone."
"What do I do when I go back, go back to a bunch of little ghosts, I have a headache because of the noise, and Yao'er has a new year bug." Nan Mo said evilly, "It's good here, it's quiet here."
Duan Baiyue took a dumpling and put it in his mouth. As expected, he could not taste any flavor.
Nan Moxie was concerned: "Eat slowly." If you eat slowly, it may taste salty.
Duan Baiyue said: "If you eat more slowly, watching Master gobble like this, I'm afraid there won't be a few left on this plate."
Nan Moye: "..."
Duan Baiyue continued: "This year has passed quickly."
From this point of view, the next year, another year, should not be too difficult.