The business of Yejing Teahouse has been very good these days. The bottom is full of guests, and the storyteller above is spitting, and his mouth is about to say bald skin.
Seeing that the new show was full, Mr. Storyteller banged his fan on the table and said, "But at dusk and sunset that day, there were people coming and going on Yongle Street, and a tall horse was slowly approaching from a distance. There are two people sitting, one is burly and majestic, the other is slender and handsomer than Pan An...",
Mr. Storyteller folded a fan: "Guess who it is?"
"It's actually the King of the Northern War and his newly married princess!"
"Speaking of which, this Bei Zhan princess is amazing, but a man is born three points better than a woman, handsome and charming, and seduces his soul! When the Bei Zhan king saw him at the beginning of the first year, he was seduced and vowed to marry him. Go back to the golden house to hide her beauty. But this princess is a man after all, so there is no reason to obey..."
The storyteller was spitting heavily, but someone below was dissatisfied and muttered: "This storyteller's storytelling is too nonsense. Didn't the Northern War Princess die long ago? I heard that she was quietly pulled early in the morning on the second day of her wedding. Buried outside the city!"
"Where did you hear the news? It's not reliable." The people next to him couldn't listen anymore, and gave him a blank look: "Just the day before yesterday, the King of Bei Zhan took the princess to Sanweizhai. It is said that the princess likes to eat plum blossoms. The pie, the lord specially brought him to buy it."
"That's right." An aunt next to him echoed, "The plum blossom cakes at Sanweizhai have been selling like crazy these past few days. They all say that if you eat it, you'll have the same skin as the princess, and if you can't grab it, I'd like to. How much to buy!"
Someone next to me joked: "Auntie, you are so old, are you still thinking about sprouting?"
The aunt gave a "bah" and spat: "What do I eat? That's for my daughter!"
The man who asked the question earlier was taken aback by several people, and then he returned to look at Mr. Storyteller, but Mr. Storyteller had already said that because the princess refused to obey, the King of Bei Zhan was in a rage and took people to the palace. Forbidden...
Man: "… "
Although the story is absurd, the tea drinkers listened with great interest. As the New Year is approaching, everyone is free, and they like to listen to some fresh and interesting things. This story of the Northern War king robbing the princess, abusing his body, and finally becoming a family is more interesting than the death of a few servants in the Northern War Palace today. too much.
Seeing that the storyteller became more and more outrageous, the blue-clothed boy sitting at the back got up and walked out, and the two gray-clothed men behind him also left.
After leaving the teahouse, the man in gray said, "This storytelling is too outrageous."
The blue-clothed son said: "But it's true that the two of them rode back to the house together. You said... Is the second child really like that scumbag, or is he acting for us?"
The man in gray hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid it's more of a show. I've never heard of the Northern War King being a masculine man before. And his temperament... It's not that you don't know."
"That's right." The blue-clothed son nodded in agreement: "Is it a show... I'll know when I go back and ask my mother to announce him into the palace."
The blue-clothed son sneered: "Although he has long been out of the qualification to succeed, he has to guard against it."
After all, there are several princes in this palace, including him, but no one has the military power. Although it was tacitly agreed that he would not be able to inherit the throne, are there still few examples of previous dynasties forcing the palace to seize the throne
The blue-clothed son covered his sharp eyes and said, "Go back to the palace."
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But it was said that Bei Zhan Wangfu had a headache recently.
Since the last time Xiao Zhige went to pick him up at An's house and called him by his nickname, he never changed his mind.
Mingming is such a mighty and tough general, but he calls him by his soft nickname all day long. Whenever An Changqing looks at his expressionless and cold face, and then hears him call himself "hehehe", he only feels that from the strands of his hair. It's numb to the tip of the toes.
But no matter what he implied, the man just didn't change.
After several times, An Changqing finally compromised and let him go. It's just that I'm not used to listening to it yet. Every time a man calls, his face is red and his ears are hot. In the end, he had no choice but to hide from Xiao Zhige.
Fortunately, Xiao Zhige had to go to the big camp outside the city to train troops every day, and he was busy picking Zhuangzi himself, and he rested early in the evening, which did not force him to rush the dignified Beizhan King to his study to sleep.
On this day, An Changqing was instructing An Fu to prepare a carriage, and he was going out of the city.
After several days of searching, he finally found a suitable Zhuangzi, just outside the city at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. The environment is quiet and there is a hot spring on the Zhuangzi, which is very suitable for recuperation. An Changqing was going to take a look at it in person, and if it was suitable, he would buy it as soon as possible.
"Want to go out?" Just as Xiao Zhige was also going out, he asked.
"Well, go to Qingyun Mountain to see Zhuangzi."
Xiao Zhige's foot stepped out and retracted, sat down beside him, and said, "Let's go together, drop by."
An Changqing wondered: "Your Highness is also going to Qingyun Mountain today?"
Xiao Zhige: "Don't go."
An Changqing looked at him suspiciously, not knowing which way he would go. Qingyun Mountain went out of the city gate to the south, and the camp went out of the city gate to the north. However, Xiao Zhige was sitting upright, his expression unquestionable, An Changqing thought that he had something else to do, so he didn't ask any further questions.
After a while, An Fu prepared the carriage, and An Changqing and Xiao Zhige went out together.
Xiao Zhige glanced at the carriage, pursed his lips quietly, and looked at An Changqing: "Are you riding a horse?"
An Changqing blinked and looked at the only horse he was riding. He suddenly understood what he meant, and glared at him angrily: "I'm in a carriage!" After speaking, he stepped on the horse stool and got into the carriage. .
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He still remembered that after riding the same horse back to the mansion last time, there were countless small stories of hatred that suddenly appeared! He didn't want to be seen as a rarity again.
The corner of the prince's lips, who was riding alone on a horse, quietly fell, and he followed the carriage with a blank expression on his horse.
The carriage passed the official road, walked out of the city gate, and was about to turn left and head south when a group of people suddenly ran out of the road ahead. The one running in front was a tall and thin boy, and behind him was chasing a group of people dressed as farmers, each holding a stick and a hoe, yelling cursing.
The boy was exhausted, staggered two steps forward and fell to the side of the road. The people behind hula surrounded him, punching and kicking him.
Seeing that these people were about to beat the young man to death, Xiao Zhige Ce immediately stopped: "Stop!"
Seeing his ferocious expression, a group of farmers instinctively felt a little fearful, and when they saw the young man lying motionless on the ground, they shouted, "He's a thief," and dispersed.
Xiao Zhige didn't chase after him. He looked down at the young man with a condescending look, and left the water bottle around his waist and the medicine for the golden sore for him. Then he rode back and said to the driver, "Let's go."
"Is it alright to let him lie there?" An Changqing asked as he lifted the curtain of the car.
Xiao Zhige said, "I can't die."
An Changqing looked at him hesitantly. The boy lay motionless on the ground, with scars and frostbite all over his exposed hands and feet. He was hesitating when the carriage was moving again. An Changqing looked through the car window and saw The boy was already struggling to remember, and still called out "mother" in a low voice.
He suddenly softened, stopped the carriage, and looked at Xiao Zhige: "How about we take him back..."
"He looks like a child..." An Changqing said casually, "At least send him to see the doctor."
Seeing him frown, Xiao Zhige seemed to be afraid that he would disagree. He was still trying to think about the appearance of his speech. His cold and hard expression softened unconsciously, and said to Zhao Shi, "Bring someone here."
Zhao Shi glanced at him, and then looked at An Changqing who was smiling all of a sudden, thinking that Hu Junyi was right, that the prince only listens to the princess now. When have you seen their prince meddle in his business before
The boy was carried over by Zhao Shi, and An Changqing saw him shivering from the cold, and asked Zhao Shi to put him in the carriage. Warm him up with his own soup. There was no one in front of the village, no shop in the back, and no doctor, so An Changqing simply took people to Zhuangzi at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
There was a barefoot doctor on Zhuangzi, and An Changqing asked Zhao Shi to take the boy to see the doctor first, while he was going to turn Zhuangzi inside and out.
Xiao Zhige also went out with him, but he mounted his horse to leave.
An Changqing wondered: "Where do you want your lord today?"
Xiao Zhige said, "The big camp."
An Changqing reacted for a long time before realizing that he had actually brought him here on purpose. He felt a little warm in his heart, but he couldn't help but mutter, "You don't have to worry about trouble running back and forth."
Xiao Zhige didn't hear his muttering, he nodded at him, said "I'll pick you up in the evening", and then rode away.
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An Changqing walked around Zhuangzi and was very satisfied with everything, so he decided to go back and signed the contract of sale. After finishing the business, he remembered the boy who was rescued, so he asked Zhuang Tou about the doctor's residence, and went to find it by himself.
Zhao Shi was guarding the door, and when he saw him coming, he said, "The doctor has already seen it and said that it is not a serious problem, but it is all skin injuries."
An Changqing nodded, pushed the door open, and saw the young man sitting by the bed drinking medicine. He changed his clothes, which should belong to the doctor's family. It was obviously much wider and his face was wiped clean. When he saw An Changqing coming in, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you for saving your life, I will never forget it."
Although the teenager tried to imitate it, An Changqing could still hear that he was not with a Ye Jing accent.
Recalling the vaguely familiar face just now, An Changqing lifted the man up, looked at him carefully, and asked tentatively, "What's your name?"
"Zhou Helan." The young man raised his head, his face was still green, but he had a high nose and deep eyes, and he looked like someone from a foreign country.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be him, An Changqing was stunned for a while, and did not respond for a long time.
Zhou Helan, the national teacher of Yuze, had seen him once in the mass grave where Xiao Zhige was buried in his last life.
At that time, Xiao Zhige died, and he wandered in the mass grave without knowing the time. One day, two people suddenly came to the mass grave, and Zhou Helan was the leader.
Zhou Helan was dressed in black with a chilled expression, but brought a pot of wine to worship.
- He sacrificed to Xiao Zhige.
Xiao Zhige was a soldier all his life, and he died without a corpse. He was infatuated with countless people before and after his death. This was the first time he saw someone come to worship. He remembered Zhou Helan's appearance, and later followed him to Yejing, only to find out that so many things happened after Xiao Zhige's death.
For example, the abolished prince Xiao Qi'an was poisoned and died only a month after he ascended the throne. However, the two generals of Zhuguo had their own thoughts, and the situation that had just stabilized was broken again. The neighboring country Yuze took the opportunity to mobilize the army north, and it was like a broken bamboo, and it occupied the capital Yejing in one fell swoop.
Huai Ruyu, the king of Yuze, proclaimed himself emperor in Yejing, and respected Zhou Helan as the national teacher.