Joyful Reunion

Chapter 111: travel

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Duan Ling had just arrived in Muqing's room, and he was called back before he said a few words. This time, Changpin voluntarily went out and told Wu Du not to come in. The other two, Mu Kuangda and Duan Ling, closed the door outside.

Mu Kuangda's anger had subsided, he looked at Duan Ling, and said, "Last night there was a banquet, and Huang Jian waited for the two of you to not come overnight, so you have to go and sue the elder brother."

"Yes." Duan Ling said hurriedly and respectfully.

The two foxes were tacitly aware of each other, so Mu Kuangda naturally wouldn't tell him not to leak such nonsense, and Duan Ling wouldn't say it anywhere.

"Remember what was said in the letter?" Mu Kuangda said, "It's strange that the Yuan people communicated in Chinese."

If you tell a lie, you will have to tell more lies to make up for it. Duan Ling actually forgot about it and could only say: "It's really in Chinese, and I don't know why."

Mu Kuangda pondered for a moment and said, "You can write it out and see."

Duan Ling took the pen and ink, imitated Batu's tone on the spot, and fabricated the first letter, saying: "I don't remember very clearly."

Mu Kuangda called for a long appointment, and said, "Go to the bookstore and fetch the letter that Bu'er Chijin Batu sent last time." Duan Ling's heart was pounding, and he wrote a second one. He made one and said, "The second one was also handwritten by Batu, and it was written by Yimeng. I can't remember this one clearly."

After writing, Changpin took another letter and put it in front of Mu Kuangda. Mu Kuangda glanced at it and said, "It is indeed the tone of the prince of Yuanren."

Duan Ling passed another level, and he was relieved. Changpin glanced at him casually and said with a smile: "Your handwriting is two or three points like him."

In the past, Batu learned to write Chinese characters, read and write essays, and most of them were taught by Duan Ling. Duan Ling discovered this and said, "Really?"

Duan Ling took the letter and looked at it carefully. When he saw the words that Batu was familiar with, there were still a lot of grammar mistakes. He felt it was both funny and familiar.

"Bu'erchi and Jinbadu grew up in Shangjing since childhood." Changpin said, "This is not fake, I must have learned Chinese, but Qichi can't read and write, so he forgot the original text of his ancestors, and he can say I don’t know how to write, everything is written in Chinese.”

"I think so." Mu Kuangda read the letter written by Duan Ling for a while, and said, "It is very likely that Batu didn't want to let other people in the clan know about it, so as not to leak the news and make things out of control, so he wrote it in Chinese. Letter to Amugu and Hadamba|Ter."

Duan Ling was very grateful to Mu Kuangda in his heart, and even turned his lie back.

"It's okay." Mu Kuangda said, "Let's keep it for verification first." Then he handed over the three letters to Changpin to put away, and said to Duan Ling, "Wang Shan, give you a family leave, ten Five days later, I have to go back to the manor and fight for Mr. Changpin, so that I can learn to take care of things."

Duan Ling knew that this was finally a near miss, so he bowed to Mu Kuang and withdrew.

"I found out what happened to Wang Shan." Changpin said, "It all looks like this, but it is stable."

Mu Kuangda replied: "It's worthy of a big job, and it can be cultivated slowly in the future. It is rare for him to have a friendship with Qing'er. Long-term employment, our plan has to be changed again."

Changpin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The sun was shining brightly on this day. In the palace, Li Yanqiu was sitting in the hall with only Zheng Yan beside him.

"What are you kidding?" Li Yanqiu narrowed his eyes after hearing this.

Zheng Yan didn't speak, just looked at Li Yanqiu.

"Who else has heard this?" Li Yanqiu asked.

Zheng Yan replied: "Jun Changliu, Wuluohoumu, Wu Du, Feng Duo, and Wang Shan of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Li Yanqiu said, "It's impossible. How can you explain the swordsmanship of mountains and rivers? Would the late emperor teach swordsmanship to an outsider?"

"What if even the late emperor was deceived?" Zheng Yan said, "After all, Amugu didn't make it clear what the situation was. If it was Wuluohou Mu who deceived the late emperor from the beginning..."

Li Yanqiu said, "If even he was deceived, I wouldn't mind. If he recognizes it, what does it have to do with me and you?"

Zheng Yan: "..."

Zheng Yan really did not expect that Li Yanqiu would actually make such a call.

"Prince, please see." The outside sang.

Cai Yan came, in good spirits, glanced at Zheng Yan, and nodded. Li Yanqiu looked at Cai Yan, Cai Yan asked for safety first, knelt down beside Li Yanqiu, didn't speak, just looked at Li Yanqiu and smiled.

"What?" Li Yanqiu said, "You miss me?"

"The Yuan people said I was fake." Cai Yan said.

Zheng Yan's face changed slightly, but Li Yanqiu said, "Don't worry about what they say."

Cai Yan added: "They said the same thing back then."

Li Yanqiu looked at Cai Yan, and suddenly laughed, but Cai Yan didn't speak, his eyes were red, and he turned his head to look aside.

Li Yanqiu stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around Cai Yan's neck, and Cai Yan leaned on Li Yanqiu's shoulder and whimpered.

"You still remember what Uncle said, don't you?" Li Yanqiu said, "You, like your father, hold grudges like your father, and remember the day you came back, you hugged me and cried like that."

Cai Yan couldn't help sobbing, and his whole body was shaking. Li Yanqiu said, "It's been two years since the third day of the third lunar month, and my uncle stopped crying. Why are you still like a little kid?"

Zheng Yan was still observing Cai Yan, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

Cai Yan rubbed against Li Yanqiu's shoulder, and Li Yanqiu motioned to Zheng Yan to let him withdraw, hugged Cai Yan, and kept comforting him.

Duan Ling returned home amid the blooming peach blossoms, but Wu Du did not know where he went. When Duan Ling got home, he went to find the two letters, opened the box, and they were gone!

Duan Ling was startled and saw Wu Du's note in the sword box: I'm waiting for you under the bridge.

Duan Ling was almost scared out of his mind, knowing that Wu Du was just teasing himself, looking around, suspicious. After packing up and going out of the house, I saw Wu Du's figure flashing in the alley. Although I wanted to play with him, I didn't dare to leave too far.

Three mountains surround the river bank, nine waters surround the Spring City, and the waterways in Jiangzhou City are criss-crossed. Nine ancient bridges are placed on the bluestone road. Small boats come and go. The peach blossoms were flying, and the main street was not far from the bridge. When he came to the bottom of the bridge, Duan Ling was looking around, and he was busy looking up with a peach branch on his head.

Wu Du leaned over the bridge railing and smiled at Duan Ling who was looking down. Duan Ling ran up to the bridge, but Wu Du dodged away.

"Wu Du!" Duan Ling said, "Stop for me!"

Wu Du stood solemnly at the head of the bridge, Duan Ling stepped forward, and when he saw the sunlight, Wu Du's smile was extremely handsome, and his black martial arts robe made his figure more handsome in the warm spring day. Hug him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Du asked.

"What's wrong with you?" Duan Ling also asked, "Where's the stuff?"

Wu Du patted the scabbard and replied, "The sword is there, and the sword is dead."

Duan Ling held his forehead and said, "I always like to hide important things in the scabbard of the sword."

But also, except for the unlucky ghost Amugu, as long as it is something you carry with you, the scabbard of the sword is the best place to hide. After all, for an assassin, the sword is almost inseparable.

"Where to go?" Duan Ling asked, "Is something wrong?"

Wu Du seemed a little nervous and replied, "Come on, come down."

Duan Ling's mood improved immediately. In the past few days, things were complicated, one after another. Now there is a vast sea and sky, and the clouds and haze have been swept away.

Wu Du arrived at the pier by Dexi, pointed to a small boat, and motioned for Duan Ling to go up first. Duan Ling knew that Wu Independence would punting a boat and that his skills were still very high, so he went up happily.

Wu Du untied the rope and jumped onto the boat. The long pole was a little on the shore, and the boat sank into the boats of the floating market. After a while, it flew out like an arrow and traveled all the way along the tortuous waterway. , lined up at the entrance of the narrow waterway and waited for the Heijia army to interrogate and prepare to leave the city.

It was the first time Duan Ling traveled by boat in his life, and he couldn't help but be full of excitement. Wu Du passed the inspection, and then used a bamboo pole for a little more. The boat left the waterway and entered the big river. Suddenly, there was a clear view in front of him.

Thousands of sails were racing across the river, Wu Du raised the sails a few times, looped the sails a few times, hung them with his hands, and went forward to sit side by side with Duan Ling on the bow of the boat.

"It's beautiful." Duan Ling said, "Where are we going?"

"Go to Haijiao, Tianya." Wu Du said, "Go?"

Duan Ling suddenly felt very tired and tired, but very happy, especially when he looked at the long blue sky and the vast river, he only felt that the beauty of heaven and earth lies in this.

"Go." Duan Ling replied.

Neither of them said a word, leaning against the bow quietly.

"You will be emperor when you go back." Wu Du said, "Maybe it will be a long time before we can come out again."

Duan Ling understood Wu Du's thoughts and got the evidence, and he was one step closer to his grand plan to return to the dynasty. Until the results of the meeting came out, it was not a good idea to stay in Jiangzhou.

The boat galloped across the river, entered the narrow waterway, and then went all the way north, with mountains and mountains on both sides. Wu Du took off his robe, rolled up his trousers with bare feet, and punted the boat at the stern. When he met a fisherman in the boat, he bought some food. Duan Ling found a charcoal stove, raised a fire at the bow of the boat, and cooked fish soup and stewed rice.

He didn't ask where he was going, and gradually he felt that if he lived like this all his life, it would be fine. People are like duckweeds, wandering around the world. The vast world, the human world, has all turned into birds scattered vertically and horizontally, spreading out under the towering mountains, everything has become so simple.

When it rained at night, Duan Ling and Wu Du slept in the cabin, listening to the raindrops falling on the river outside, and looking into it, he saw thousands of white splashes on the river.

When the wind was surging and the dark clouds dissipated, the two of them lay on the deck, surrounded by thousands of miles like a mirror river, and in front of them were thousands of expanses of galaxy.

Two days passed, and on the third day, when Duan Ling yawned and woke up, Wu Du had punted a boat to the shore and arrived at a remote part of the mountains. In front of him was a bluestone road leading to the end of the mountains.

"What place is this?" Duan Ling asked.

Wu Du looked up, was silent for a moment, and said, "I will carry you."

"Let's go together." Duan Ling asked, "Do you worship Buddha?"

"You'll know when you arrive." Wu Du seemed a little nervous and said to Duan Ling.

The two went up along the bluestone steps. The bluestone steps were in disrepair for a long time, and the stones were covered with moss. There was a plank road in front of the cliff, winding and winding, leading to the depths of the mountains. When Duan Ling saw a mountain gate, he finally knew why Wu Du brought him here.

In front of him is a huge stone white tiger, lifelike, facing the big river under the mountain and the Central Plains world surrounded by clouds.