And in the Jiangling City, which was full of joy because of the birth of the first son of the Chu prince, some people were happy and others were worried.
For example, in the Merit Forest of the Convenience House in Da Chan Shan Temple, it is inevitable that some people sighed, and some even cried. As for the glutinous fish that came out of the thick bowl, the former Huainan Jiedushi, Bohai County King, and Taiwei Gaopian, who would never have looked at them in the past, are always eating happily with their chopsticks. As if it had not received any influence.
In fact, since he entered the Gongdelin, he has been eating and sleeping and has a stable life schedule; he is also often pulled out for parade exhibitions where he speaks, and after regularly giving reports to the students and generals; Gao Pian was originally pale and sick. In addition to darkening her complexion, her complexion has improved greatly.
However, Gao Yue, the former defensive envoy of Chuzhou, his grand-nephew, companion and recorder of daily life, looked at this uncle with a somewhat complicated expression, and couldn't help but speak:
"Uncle, is it possible that you just don't have any ideas?"
"Ideas, what ideas do you want... what do you want me to do?"
The white-haired Gao Pian kept asking:
"Don't you have anything to care about and care about? Yan Keqiu, Li Shenfu, Wang Xiao, they are all looking for life!"
Gao Yue said more and more helplessly:
"That's just to make a good farewell to the old dynasty and the past. It will take a few days to just write a confession and reform experience, in exchange for the corresponding treatment."
Gao Pian squinted his eyes and spit out a large piece of fish bone before saying:
"Do you think those people like Zhang Zimian have troublesome generals? This is the family background who is deeply involved in the homeland. As for Yan Keqiu and Li Shenfu, the mud-footed soldiers who were born in the middle; howling for the court? Surely? It's because Xu Wen from my hometown visited me a few days ago! Hong Lue, you are still too young!"
"That Uncle, you again?"
However, Gao Yue couldn't help asking:
"The old man is naturally casual and peaceful! This is the point where the old man has any more gains and losses? At least compared to the previous generations, those thieves are really new and honest to keep the old man alive, and I feel that the old man is still alive. Isn't it useful to be alive?"
Gao Pian carefully disturbed the fish in the soup, and said without hesitation:
"It's natural. Now that the thief army is the leader, there will be corresponding benefits. At least the old man may have the opportunity to see the date when the "Taiping Taoist Collection" was compiled, and write the "Hui Si Lu" smoothly; this old man also has a chance. Continue to pass on the name to later generations, not just the historical joke that has been considered promising for half a lifetime, but can only be confused to the death!"
Having said that, he once again dipped the crumpled rice skin into his mouth with the fish soup, only then looked at Gao Yue and said vaguely:
"It's Hong Lue, don't think about the extra thoughts that I don't have; isn't it good to help me complete these books? At least there is a chance to spread the world, even if it is a boycotted or mocked Fitch The name is better than Zhang Zijian and the people who have been so desperate to survive and are destined to be buried in the annals of history, right?"
"Grandnephew has been taught..."
Gao Yue couldn't help being a little moved when he heard the words, and sat down respectfully, and brought his own smaller fish. However, Gao Pian put down his chopsticks and pushed forward:
"It doesn’t need to be the case. If you want to live longer, the old man has to eat well! After all these things, the old man has also understood that no matter how powerful and famous, how much can this body be used? At least those peaceful thieves are still willing to make a name for me?"
At the same time that everyone in the Gongde Lin reacted differently, they were in the downstairs outside the city of Jiangling. Among the crowd of happy and spontaneous lantern parade to celebrate, there was also a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and thick nose. He left the line and walked through the streets to return to his closed paper shop. He smiled and took out a few more. Qian sent the store apprentice:
"It's a good day today, let's go to Xingrong Temple, walk a lantern for me and read a few more blessings, and buy some snails and medicated sugar to moisturize the mouth by the way!"
However, after the other party’s eager lantern left, the shopkeeper did not hesitate to drop the heavy door bolts and blow out all the lights; then the basket went to the backyard in the dark with the moonlight, and then he drove through the many deliberate arrangements, as long as An object that can make a noticeable noise with a little touch, finally came to an old two-story warehouse building.
Subsequently, in the warehouse with a touch of dust and musty, various stacked rolls of rattan paper, mulberry paper, bamboo paper, yellow tiller paper, woolen paper and other uncut semi-finished products, followed by The empty rattan basket that was moved open revealed a small and delicate space, as well as a thick short man dressed in gray, autumn and short brown.
After seeing the shopkeeper's face illuminated by the light, the man put down the small crossbow and short knife in his hand, and asked in an unceremonious voice:
"Is the confirmation message true..."
"It has been confirmed, but the thief Lord himself hugged the city and accepted the worship of all the people. I don't know how many people have seen it with their own eyes... Therefore, the curfew was opened to make the city celebrate together."
The shopkeeper opened his voice somewhat respectfully and fearfully:
"It's really unreasonable. Since the demon monk has had it, wouldn't the thief army be even more unscrupulous? What use is there for my generation to continue to defend with life and death!"
The short man couldn't help screaming in frustration: Then he reached out and took the basket brought by the shopkeeper and asked:
"Do you have any wine?"
"Yes, yes, many restaurants and shops have opened tonight. This is the old Huang Curie three streets away, and the estimated Lian Baichun..."
The owner hurriedly took out an earthenware bottle from the basket, and spread out several lotus leaf buns. They were wrapped in rice-rolled pork, vinegar-smoked fish, pickled bamboo shoots, roasted rice crackers and other seasonal side dishes. Then he was rushed over by the man, knocked open the mud seal and filled it with a big mouthful, then grabbed the sauce-soaked rice roll with his bare hands and filled it into his mouth before waving his hand:
"Go and look outside the door first! I have to think about how to deliver the news!"
Then, when the shop owner quit, he was called to stay again:
"After a while, let the young lady come over as usual"
"got it.."
The shopkeeper couldn't help his face slightly changed when he heard the words, but after a flash of blue aura, he swallowed: Then he staggered out. However, he didn't travel far, but just sat under the pergola outside the barn door, motionless in the moonlight like a lifeless statue.
It wasn't until there was a faint small movement inside, that I suddenly stood up and leaned against the door of the barn, and listened blankly to the noise and movement inside, and then it became dull with many things falling over. Sound; then his face changed again and again until the sound inside slowly diminished.
With a sudden touch, the tip of a knife was able to touch his ear and penetrated the door, and then it turned into a fierce impact; however, even the shopkeeper who was bleeding from his ears used it more and more firmly. The body stubbornly withstood the door of the warehouse, and he was still unmoved by the vague hissing and several hits.
I don't know how long it took before the movement inside finally stopped, and the owner's body slowly slipped off. Then, some of his arms trembled and opened the door of the barn, and in an instant a stiff corpse almost slid out against the door.
It's just that the original thick and short man still has a hideous face, and the appearance of bleeding in his mouth and nose and vomit. Obviously he rescued himself and struggled after discovering that he had been drugged, but he still failed to escape the disaster. Eh. Then, the shopkeeper lifted the stiff corpse and dragged it in again.
After a while, he looked at the overturned lamp oil in the warehouse, but under the light of the spreading fire, he showed a certain sense of relief. Fortunately, I would like to thank the Taiping Army for the continuous rodent control campaign in the city. As the leader of the neighbourhood, he was lucky enough to get enough medicine.
After the flames were gradually rising and it was hard to hide, he rushed out the door and hissed and shouted: "The water is gone... The water is gone...".
After a few more hours, the sky gradually turned white, and the soot-covered and somewhat desperate shopkeeper, among the neighbors who met nearby, hobbled to a nearby small courtyard with sympathetic expressions and voices of persuasion. .
After closing the door, he couldn't wait to face the woman who was greeted with embarrassment, and said in a voice of hope and joy:
"Qingniang, that thief can't bully you anymore; we don't have to worry about being afraid of doing the job of inquiring about the news, we can live a good life..."
As if responding to his words and making fun of the good news in the city, from the main road in the east of Jiangling city that had just been opened, a group of ambassadors for victory came galloping up and yelling at the same time:
"Shanxi Victory"
"Shanxi Victory..." (End of this chapter)