Joyful Reunion

Chapter 17: explain in words

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Duan Ling was a little overexcited. When he was with Li Jianhong, life was unfettered, the world was huge, and he didn't worry no matter where he went. And Li Jianhong would occasionally let him control the horse and run chaotically on the plain.

"Would you like to ride a horse for a while?" Li Jianhong asked interestingly.

Duan Ling wanted to try it a little bit, he had never ridden a horse alone, but if Li Jianhong didn't protect him, he was a little scared.

"Come on!" Li Jianhong got off the horse and patted the horse's hip. The horse neighed immediately and rushed out. Duan Ling screamed in fright, turned his head and shouted, "Father!"

Li Jianhong waved at him, whistled, and the warhorse jumped up, crossed the creek, and galloped away. Duan Ling shouted repeatedly, which was exciting at first, but when he turned around, Li Jianhong had disappeared, and immediately panicked, he tried to turn the horse's head, but the war horse did not obey the order, Duan Ling was shocked and shouted: "Don't run! Daddy! Where are you, Daddy!"

The war horse rushed into a forest, and Duan Ling almost fell, hugging the horse's back tightly and shouting with tears.

"Father!" Duan Ling shouted, "Where are you?!"

The whistle stopped in cadence, Li Jianhong appeared behind the tree and looked at him with a smile.

Duan Ling almost lost his temper, got off his horse and hugged Li Jianhong tightly.

"It's called Wanli Benxiao." Li Jianhong patted the god horse, and the god horse lowered its head, snorted, and rubbed against Duan Ling, only then did Duan Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's the Wusun horse." Li Jianhong held Duan Ling with one hand and the reins with the other, and explained, "Dad saved King Wusun's life at the foot of Qilian Mountain, and they thanked the horse for this."

"Running really fast." Duan Ling said, "Almost throws me off."

Li Jianhong said: "It was the one who saved Dad's life when he escaped from the snow desert."

At noon, Li Jianhong and Duan Ling were walking through the woods. Duan Ling saw many unnamed fruits and asked, "What is this?"

"Daughter fruit." Li Jianhong glanced at it casually and said, "It's too sour. Don't eat wild mushrooms and wild fruits on the roadside. The more colorful something is, the more likely it is to be highly poisonous."

"I don't eat it, what kind of tree is this?" Duan Ling was very curious. He gradually discovered a crucial thing—no matter what question he asked Li Jianhong, he could get a convincing answer. Instead of Lang Junxia's "don't ask, you'll know later".

"Hu Yang." Li Jianhong replied, "It looks like a willow when it is young, and it is extremely drought tolerant when it stretches out."

Li Jianhong knew almost everything, and Duan Ling thought about what books to read.

Duan Ling asked again, "Are we going to sleep outside tonight?"

"That's impossible." Li Jianhong said sternly, "Before sunset, I must be able to have a hot meal in Wilder."

Duan Ling: "Where is Huaide?"

"A place in Xinzhou." Li Jianhong said.

"Where is Xinzhou?" Duan Ling knew nothing about this world.

Li Jianhong replied: "Liao Tai | Ancestor Shangjing is the capital, and Shangjing Road is set as one of the nineteen roads. Wherever the south goes, it is connected to Xinzhou, and from Xinzhou to the south, it is the Great Wall. "

Duanling of the Great Wall knew it and said: "After the Great Wall, it is Yubi Pass. If you go further south, you will arrive at Zhili, and then go south on Hebei Road..."

"Exactly." Li Jianhong avoided the branches of the tree and replied, "It is Shangzi and Runan, which are now the territory of the Liao Kingdom."

Duan Ling asked, "Is Chen Guodu further south?"

"The north and south of the Yangtze River belong to Chen." Li Jianhong seemed to be reminded of long-standing memories, sighed, and said, "In Xichuan, Jiangnan, Jiangzhou and other places."

Duan Ling asked again: "Then you said, we will go back to Chen State in the future, right?"

"Do you really want to go back?" Li Jianhong asked.

Before he knew it, he had left the forest. Li Jianhong carried Duan Ling on his horse and walked along the stream. Duan Ling said on the horse, "The Master said that the south is very beautiful, but unfortunately I haven't seen it."

Duan Ling didn't know either, imagining a distant Taoyuan he had never seen before was still too much work for him.

"If you come from afar, you will miss your hometown as much as you can." Li Jianhong turned on his horse and said, "The south thinks about the north, the north thinks about the south, and the Han people are all common thoughts. Yes, the south is beautiful."

Duan Ling has been in Beijing for five years, and gradually he has come to understand a lot of things. He understands that Liao's iron hoof is going south, and the Han people have left their hometowns and are struggling to survive. Every Han in Shangjing is looking forward to returning to the south one day.

"Did our family also disappear when the Liao army went south?" Duan Ling asked.

"What?" This question interrupted Li Jianhong's thinking. The horse ran unhurriedly. Li Jianhong touched Duan Ling's head and replied, "Our home is still there, but it's almost the same."

"Who else?" Duan Ling never thought that he had relatives, but on this day, he suddenly realized that he was just like everyone else, with a father, a mother, and relatives such as uncles and aunts, just like a father The "fourth uncle" who had never met in the words.

"Your fourth uncle," Li Jianhong replied, "the fifth aunt is here. Dad tells you that my son only needs to remember it in his heart and must not say it to the outside world."

Duan Ling nodded, and Li Jianhong said: "Father ranks third, there is an elder brother who will die before the weak crown, the second sister is not a direct descendant, and she also died early, the fourth brother is still in Xichuan, and has no children, you five Gu, she married to Jiangnan."

"Where's dad's dad?" Duan Ling asked.

"It's still there." Li Jianhong said, "He likes your fourth uncle, but he doesn't like your father and I... drive!"

Therefore, Li Jianhong's feelings for the south were very complicated. Duan Ling understood it. At the same time, he felt that Li Jianhong was avoiding the past, so he sensible did not ask any further questions.

As soon as Jiangzhou arrives at the end of spring and beginning of summer, it is full of snow-white Qionghua, with eight branches and pedicles, prosperous. Lonely mountain, against the clear sky, like washed blue. Occasionally colorful kites flew far away, reflected in the lakes and mountains, chasing birds after being twisted, and disappeared at the end of the mountains and forests.

Lang Junxia, dressed in a sky blue robe, led the horse down the winding plank road. He passed through Jiangzhou City and did not enter, but just drank the southern water by the Yangtze River and boarded the long-distance boat. The ship will go north along the big river, descend into the river via Yuheng Mountain, bypass the most difficult Shu Road, and head to the capital of Nanchen.

He seldom spoke along the way, and when the guests disembarked, he would follow him, stand on the shore for a while, and bend over to drink a handful of water. Three months later, Lang Junxia finally arrived in Xichuan.

The city wall is lush and green, and when autumn comes, it will be full of hibiscus flowers.

After entering the capital, he came to a library in Xicheng, and twisted off the rusty lock, which was full of dust. He settled the horses and fed some hay at the beginning. Lang Junxia took off the burden, pushed open the door, and left. Entering the library, he suddenly stopped.

In the dim sunlight, there was a masked assassin who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time and seemed to have just arrived.

The assassin was burly, almost nine feet tall, not inferior to Li Jianhong. He held a sword in his hand, like a mountain in the hall, and stared at Lang Junxia with his masked eyes.

"Hello." The assassin said the first sentence.

Lang Junxia put one hand on the hilt of the sword by his waist.

"My name is Changliu-Jun." The assassin said the second sentence, and slowly stretched out his fingers and pulled off the mask, showing a handsome appearance.

"I'm here to kill you."

Changliu-jun said the third sentence.

Lang Junxia drew his sword without waiting for Changliu-jun to raise his hand, but Changliu-jun had already held the sword in his hand, and he was waiting for the moment to strike first. Impressively has come to the front.

This was the closest moment to death in Lang Junxia's life.

However, Changliujun, who has everything, unexpectedly did such a careful arrangement, and Lang Junxia still escaped the sword that would take his life - the left hand was raised, the right hand was pressed down, and the three-inch Qingfeng was pulled out and suddenly returned to its sheath, with a loud noise, The internal force was turbulent, and the sharp blade of Lord Changliu was immediately locked.

This style cost Lang Junxia a great deal. Then he held the scabbard in his left hand, and turned around with Changliujun with the force of side avoidance. The two exchanged positions and released their palms at the same time. You give your left palm.

After all, the left hand was half a point weaker than the right hand. At the moment when the palms were facing each other, Changliu Jun's force could crack the monument, and Lang Junxia touched it without touching the ground, and then softened it with soft force, pulling it towards the wall, with a loud bang, the whole face The wall collapsed under the power of Lord Changliu.

Lang Junxia spurted blood from his left hand, slammed open the door, did not enter the market, and disappeared.

Changliu-jun took two steps forward, bent down and picked up a finger on the ground, put on a hat, and returned to the prime minister's residence. He threw the little finger to feed the dog, put the sword back in the room, walked across the corridor, and returned to the house. to the library.

Mu Kuangda is writing a memorial to imploring the emperor to abdicate the throne and take care of his life.

"I missed." Changliujun stood behind Mu Kuangda.

"If you hadn't always said those three words before starting." Mu Kuangda said lightly: "He can't escape, where did he hurt him?"

Changliujun: "His right hand is missing a little finger."

Mu Kuangda said: "I will send a letter to the general, he must be happy."

Huaide County in the north is hidden in the depths of the Altun Mountains. It is necessary to go through the mountain forest and go to Shangjing. The county seat is extremely vast. Its lower villages and townships are scattered in the deep mountains. Only the cobweb-like sheep intestines trail connects the county seat. At the time of Maochun, the products in the mountains were prosperous, and Huaideyi became a place for material exchange.

This was the first time Duan Ling came to a place other than Shangjing and Runan. His eyes were full of curiosity. He and Li Jianhong rode on horseback and passed the market outside the village and town, looking around.

"Hey! Do you want tiger skin and tiger bone?!"

"Where did it come from?"

"Any candy?"

Duan Ling didn't dare to answer, and looked at Li Jianhong. Li Jianhong said, "What? You can take whatever you want. You don't have to look at your father. The money will definitely be paid for you."

Duan Ling said, "Can't you talk to strangers?"

Li Jianhong laughed and said, "There is no such rule, you can say what you want to say, and you can say it to whoever you want to say it."

So Duan Ling got to a herbal medicine stall and asked curiously, "What is this? Is it bezoar?"

There were many exotic plants in the depths of Altun Mountain on the stall, and one of them, a bezoar as large as a chicken, attracted Duan Ling's attention. Li Jianhong just took a casual glance and paid for Duan Ling.

"It's not that you can't talk to strangers." Li Jianhong led the horse and walked slowly on the market with Duan Ling, "but in a strange environment, you have to know what to say and what not to say. in order to protect themselves.”

Duan Ling said "um", knowing that Li Jianhong was teaching himself how to behave in the world.

Li Jianhong added: "One kind of rice raises a hundred kinds of people. If you don't harm others in this world, you may not be sure that others will harm you."

"Then how do I know what to say and what not to say?" Duan Ling asked again.

"When you have nothing to do," Li Jianhong explained, "You can say anything, but you have to observe the person you are talking to and beware of malicious intent, not talking about the rich to the poor, not to the rich, not to the men. Emotional, not lustful towards women."

"When you have something to do, you can't let people know your identity at will, and you must always be on guard." Li Jianhong added, "If necessary, you have to fabricate another identity based on the local environment, especially in the right and wrong places. There are many people in the inn. You must be tight-lipped when it comes to important matters. Especially the innkeeper, the clerk, and other people, you must not let them know what you are doing.”

Duan Ling seemed to understand but nodded.

"In the final analysis, people can't be greedy on the road." Li Jianhong said, "As long as you don't covet those things that don't belong to you, you will save a lot of trouble."

Li Jianhong took Duan Ling to Dajian to stay at the store, reported to Xiao Er that he was staying at the store for one day, and handed over the identity document to the shopkeeper for inspection. At that time, the situation in the Liao Kingdom was complicated, with all the tribes coming from the south to the north, and the documents were different.

"Father, are you still on your way tomorrow?" Duan Ling was lying in Li Jianhong's arms, Li Jianhong leaned against the head of the bed with his back and hugged Duan Ling, fascinated.

"Don't want to leave?" Li Jianhong asked.

Duan Ling answered with an "Ai", feeling a little sleepy, then shook his head and said, "Let's go."

Li Jianhong kissed Duan Ling, and Duan Ling turned to his side and rubbed his head on his shoulder. Li Jianhong asked casually, "Why, not happy?"

Duan Ling didn't say anything, just drilled on Li Jianhong, who said again, "It's okay to act like a spoiled child."

Li Jianhong hugged Duan Ling and pressed him on the couch, making Duan Ling laugh and struggle. The father and son were face to face, Li Jianhong stared into Duan Ling's eyes, held his hand, pressed it on his face, and closed his eyes in a trance.

Duan Ling was sleepy, looked at Li Jianhong's face hazy, touched his side face and lips with one hand, leaned on his shoulder, and gradually fell asleep.

There was a noise outside, and it was dawn when Duan Ling opened his eyes again. He was startled, thinking he was here to hunt them down, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Seeing that Duan Ling was awake, Li Jianhong got up and twisted a towel for him to wash up.

Huaide was in turmoil overnight, and many people dragged their families and their families to withdraw along the road from the northeast line, each shouting: "The Yuan people are coming!"

"Go! All go this way!"

Duan Ling saw this scene for the first time, and looked at the road outside the inn in disbelief. The migrant crowd blocked the main road of Huaide. As far as he could see, there were all refugees. The father and son were sitting in the inn eating noodles, but Li Jianhong didn't seem to be surprised.

"Don't come in!" The shopkeeper said displeasedly, and asked Xiao Er to go out and drive away the refugees. Duan Ling looked out from time to time, and saw a child about his own age and another young child mixed in with a sullen face.

"Do you want to eat?" Duan Ling took a piece of cake and handed it to the eldest child, "Take a break."

"Go out! All go out!" Xiao Er said.

Li Jianhong glanced at Xiao Er, but after just one glance, Xiao Er did not dare to speak.

"Get a piece for my brother." The boy bowed and said, "Thank you, you have a safe journey."

When Duan Ling saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel sad, but the other party knew good manners and only took up a small space for his brother to eat cake.

Li Jianhong broke another piece of cake and soaked it in mutton soup for Duan Ling to eat.

"Where did it come from?" Li Jianhong asked casually.

"Hu Changcheng." The boy replied.

"Oh? The city is broken?" Li Jianhong said again.

"It's almost there." The older boy said, "The Yuan people are here, and they are all fleeing to the capital for fear of being slaughtered. Master, can I have some water?"

Li Jianhong raised a pot to pour tea and gave the child a bowl of tea. The child drank a few gulps before feeding it to his younger brother.

"Where are your parents?" Duan Ling asked again.

"Lost," said the older boy, "if you go north, can you help us ask a few words..."

"Let's go east." Li Jianhong said, "Don't worry, the Yuan people haven't caught up here, so it must be fine."

The eldest boy nodded and said, "Be careful in the east. All the mountains and plains are Yuan Ren cavalry."

"Let's go." Li Jianhong paid the coins, settled the room and meals, took Duan Ling out of the inn, rode thousands of miles to the sky, took a detour, and galloped away.