Lao Long is fifty-two years old this year. He has been working in the gatehouse of Prince An's mansion since he was fourteen years old, and he has been transferred to the Prince's Mansion of Nanping County for more than a year. He felt that more things had happened in the past year than half his life combined. First, the prince of the county married a great general, the concubines were all around the mistress, then the beautiful cousin came to make trouble, and then the general disarmed, the prince's mansion was not simple, everything was wonderful, even The beggars outside the door are particularly shameless.
The Nanping County Palace is located on West Street. It is a gathering place for high-ranking officials and nobles in Shangjing, and ordinary people will not easily come to it.
The beggar was dumb. He came from nowhere two months ago. He was unkempt and scrawny. There were several scary scars on his face. The stench on his body was so smoky that people didn't dare to approach him in early winter. At first, he kept lingering at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, with his mouth leaking open, jumping up and down, his expression twitching, like a madman, and he squeaked out a ahhhhh sound from his throat, like a crow screaming.
It's not a trivial matter to let such a disgusting lunatic collide with the prince of the county.
The concierge saw more such beggars, pinched his nose, stepped forward and scolded him and told him to leave.
Dumb shook his head, but did not go.
The concierge copied the stick and taught him a little lesson, which scared him to run away.
Unexpectedly, the next day, he sneaked back again, hid near the county palace, and looked at the gate eagerly.
The concierge originally thought that he was coming to the Prince's Mansion to seek relatives, so he asked the servants, and they all said that there was no such relative. He went to drive him away, he hid everywhere, the enemy advanced, I retreated, the enemy retreated, I was not afraid of attacking, and I was not afraid of scolding, which made people's brains hurt.
When the housekeeper Yang heard about this, he was afraid that he would lose the face of the prince's palace, so he rewarded him with money and two old clothes, saying that he was persuading him to leave.
Unexpectedly, the guy would not enter the oil and salt, and the money and clothes were taken away, and people still depended on it.
The prince and the general did not allow the servants at home to act arbitrarily, and the concierge did not dare to be ruthless.
Dumb nodded.
Unexpectedly, when Concubine An's carriage was parked at the door, he jumped out from nowhere, and rushed towards the carriage, his eyes were blood red, and he screamed something in his throat, almost startling the horses.
When Concubine An learned the details, she was furious and ordered her expulsion. The mute was beaten to the point of bloodshed, rolled on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy, and then threw it to the outskirts of the capital, forcing him not to come back.
The door was finally quiet for two days.
Unexpectedly, the mute came back slowly crying with blood all over his body, still squatting nearby, curled up in a ball, holding a dirty rag in his hand, with those turbid eyes, he looked at the palace of the prince. The door feels weird.
Which royal family can bear such a guy dangling in front of their house
Lao Long decided that this guy is definitely a lunatic with an abnormal brain.
He can ram Princess An this time, what will he do next time he will chase the prince with a stick
The more Lao Long thought about it, the more worried he became. He thought about everyone's patience, so he gave him a few steamed buns and gave him an ultimatum: let's go after eating, this is not a place to beg for food, and it is not good for the prince to see. There are so many restaurants and restaurants by the Qinhe River, and there are temples serving porridge on the Nanshan Mountain. We can't stay here any more. We are really welcome.
The mute ate the steamed buns, turned a deaf ear to his advice, still did not leave, wandered around the door, gestured to the sky a few times from time to time, and looked extremely crazy.
Lao Long sighed and had no choice but to go back and talk to the captain of the guards, asking him to send someone to expel him.
The guards were sent out to chase the beggars over and over again.
Dumb stared at them blankly, and continued to fiddle with the rags.
The guards were all from wars, and they had a bad temper. After tossing for a long time, their patience was finally exhausted.
Mute hurt into the bone marrow, let out a heart-piercing low cry, gasping for air, rolling all over the floor.
The guards dragged him, put him on the bullock cart, carried him out of the city, and said coldly, "If you come back, I'll break your second leg."
The low and eerie cry of the mute drifted in the silent wilderness, and the despair was so depressing.
Xia Yujin was squatting in the garden when she heard the scream, rubbed her ears and asked Qiushui: What is the sound
Qiushui thought about it: it's a crow
Qiuhua: Your Majesty, don't take this opportunity to be lazy.
Xia Yujin quickly looked back.
It has been more than four months since he returned from Jiangdong. Since he lost his face, he has not gone out much. He has been training his body with his wife while exercising.
And Ye Zhao didn't have any soldiers after he disarmed, so he couldn't be idle, and he couldn't go out often, and he was in a daze at home every day. After holding it for a month, I finally couldn't help it. I organized all the servants and maids of the county king's mansion, taught them martial arts in their spare time, and arranged troops to relieve their loneliness. Except for Yang's housekeeper, who is not free, now after two months, Mei Niang can dance the mandarin duck knife like a model, Xuan'er learns to wield a long sword, and even the girl who is burning fire can make two tricks.
Xia Yujin suspects that in the next year and a half, his maids will be good at sending out to fight in groups.
In the distance, Ye Zhao sat lazily in the water pavilion, dressed in a robe, resting his cheek with his right hand, and playing with stone chips in a boring way.
How can you relax quickly in a life that is accustomed to stress and excitement
How can a beast in the jungle adapt to life in a cage
She looked up and looked at the southward geese in the sky, row by row, row by row, how happy
Xia Yujin jumped up from the brazier, ignored Qiuhua's call from behind, ran to her in a hurry, sat down close, played with her two pieces of water, touched her hand, and asked excitedly, "Let's go out to play."
Ye Zhao withdrew his hand and wondered: where to go
Xia Yujin smiled and said: There is a temple fair in Xuanmiao Temple tonight.
Ye Zhao frowned: I don't believe it.
I don't believe it either, Xia Yujin rubbed her shoulder happily, and described to her heart's content that every year the temple fairs at Xuanmiao Temple are very lively, going to see social dramas, playing big geese, guessing lantern riddles, shooting targets, eating maltose, drinking glutinous rice balls, tasting fine wine, etc. Puppet show, monkey and mouse tricks, kaleidoscope of western barbarians, very interesting.
Gusui said hesitantly: Prince Jun, Concubine An said that this is a place for low-class people to play, please don't mess around, be careful to eat a bad stomach, or be bullied by villains who don't have long eyes.
Xia Yujin couldn't hold his face, and said embarrassingly, "Isn't this a lady here? What's there to be afraid of? Even if ten or eight villains come, they are courting death. What are you afraid of
Bone Dice: But, the toffee said
Xia Yujin is angry: don't tell her if you don't have it
Bone dice bowed his head.
Ye Zhao threw the last stone in his hand, and seventeen or eight ripples appeared in the center of the lake. She asked slowly, "Do you want to go there?"
Xia Yujin replied softly: You can go with me.
Ye Zhao looked at him, stood up abruptly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Go.
At noon, the two decided to find an excuse to go to the Qinhe Bank to buy things, then hid in the tea shop, changed into ordinary people's clothes in the middle, and mixed in with the crowd, so as not to nag An Taifei, but also to have more fun.
After a long time of packing, the carriage was ready, and the side door of the Nanping County Prince's Mansion opened.
Xia Yujin went out with his wife, and before he got to the door, he heard the shouting and scolding of the guards.
I didn't throw it out, why did it come back
This kid is not afraid of going crazy
what is he trying to do
Shouldn't it be an assassination attempt
The Prince of Ganjun is going out, hurry up
With a few heavy fists hitting the flesh, Xia Yujin was still confused, Ye Zhao had already strode over to check, but saw that the guard of the county king's mansion was dragging a blood-covered beggar to the side of the road, and asked the head of the guard in a low voice. :what happened
Long Guard Report: He's a mad mute, he can't tell the truth. He has been squatting at the door for the past two months to gain benefits. His subordinates tried their best, but they refused to leave after seven or eight times.
Ye Zhao: Incompetent
Xia Yujin covered her nose and couldn't bear it. Forget it, the disability was quite pitiful, probably because it was cold and there was no place to live, so the cat was here. When he saw that the situation was too bad, he reprimanded him. How could the lunatic go to Beijing without knowing that my wife and I have done too much for you to be merciful.
The captain of the guard bowed his head for training.
Xia Yujin glanced at the dumb, terrifying-looking, crazy-looking mute, and felt a little creepy in her heart. She felt that this guy was really scary when he stood at the door. She took two steps back, and waved her hand to add: Give him some soup and medicine, and find a good doctor to have a look. , take my words and send them to a workhouse to be raised. Then add, do it well, don't ruin my future son's wickedness.
The guards responded in unison.
Unexpectedly, when the beggar saw the two of them, his eyes shone with a strange light, and when he was not prepared, he suddenly bit into the hand of the guard who grabbed his arm. Then he fell to the ground, dragged his broken leg, put his hands on the ground, and climbed towards Ye Zhao step by step on the cold bluestone road, roaring excitedly in his mouth.
Spots and spots, blood all over the place.
He crawled straight forward.
The guard was shocked for a while at his lifeless practice, then came back to his senses and stepped forward to drag him again.
The beggar struggled, took out a blood-stained old cloth from his arms, and waved it desperately at Ye Zhao.
In an instant, Ye Zhao moved violently, snatched the handkerchief, and his face changed greatly.
Familiar faint bloodstains, unfamiliar deep bloodstains, criss-cross, two lines of poems are carefully embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief:
One side of Jinpa and Jun know, horizontal and vertical silk.
A line in scribbled blood next to the poem:
Praying that the king colluded with Dongxia, but opposed.
Ah ah ah, the mute grabbed the ground with his head, burst into tears, and vented his grievances. Painful howls, loud and long, lingering for a long time, tears of relief, drop by drop, blood on the ground, slowly dissolving. From Mobei to Shangjing, begging all the way, going through hardships, trepidation, and staring at him, he finally gave the secret to the person who should send it.