The city tonight is more lively and noisy than last night.
Yin Wenzheng and Jiang Tangzhou squeezed together for a long time before reaching the place where the beauties from the south of the Yangtze River were going to come out to beg for prizes. It is said that this is the tradition of the annual Qiqiao Festival in this area of the south of the Yangtze River. A beauty will show up on the stage, or do colorful embroidery, or Paper-cutting... As long as you know how to do it, you can show your skills. If anyone in the audience wants to challenge, they will go up to the stage and fight. , This year's first prize is not necessarily certain, it is said that this year is a painting by a famous artist.
After about a stick of incense, the crowd suddenly became noisy. Jiang Tangzhou tiptoed to look ahead, and found a graceful woman in the crowd walking towards the stage with her face covered.
Jiang Tangzhou poked Yin Wenzheng's waist and asked, "Is that the number one beauty in Jiangnan you admired before?"
Yin Wenzheng looked at it seriously, feeling strange.
Under the booing and cheering of the crowd, the woman lifted her veil, and Yin Wenzheng still felt strange—he had seen this person before
Jiang Tangzhou raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled: "It turned out to be her."
"You know each other?" Yin Wenzheng turned his head vigilantly and said, "When and how did you meet?"
"..." Jiang Tangzhou raised his eyebrows, "Did you forget?"
"Tell me quickly." Yin Wenzheng was in a hurry, "How did you meet?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Tangzhou recalled the scene of that night again, and said amusedly, "Do you still remember that when you were a general in Dead Man's Desert, people would always send people to your camp. One day I was with you Suddenly a woman came in and said she wanted to serve you, but she didn't know you, so she took me for you... Later, when you came back, she realized that she had admitted the wrong person, and she wanted to serve you, but she was directly accepted by you... I was scolded out."
Only now did Yin Wenzheng recall that this was the case, but... Yin Wenzheng twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "You still remember things from such a long time, it seems that you have a deep impression on this woman."
Jiang Tangzhou felt a sour smell in the air.
He squeezed Yin Wenzheng's chin and said, "Why do you think I remember so clearly?"
"have no idea."
"Naturally, the five senses are sensitive," Jiang Tangzhou said with a smile, "Plus, I was so impressed with the powdery smell on her body at the time... Later, you also got stained on your body, so I asked about it for several days."
"Huh?" Yin Wenzheng was taken aback for a moment, "Really?"
"Well, I have it too." Jiang Tangzhou said, "Otherwise how could I remember her."
This face was very strange, but Jiang Tangzhou couldn't forget the smell.
After all, he had been with him for several nights.
"So she looks like this." Jiang Tangzhou said, "She has good facial features."
Yin Wenzheng understood the implication of Jiang Tangzhou's words, so he smiled and said, "I understand, what you mean is that only the facial features are correct, but to be the number one beauty in the south of the Yangtze River is far from enough."
Jiang Tangzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Exactly."
After the girl's talent show was over, soon someone raised their hand to fight. Jiang Tangzhou felt a little bored, so he yawned and said, "Do you still want to watch?"
"I won't watch it." Yin Wenzheng said, "What is there to see, let's go, we're going back."
"Yeah." Jiang Tangzhou nodded, "Let's go find Tingyu and the others first, I don't know where they went to play."
The two of them squeezed their way out of the crowd as they spoke.
After leaving this place, other places were not so lively, but there were still many people. Jiang Tangzhou found a place and bought some local specialties, and then ran into Yan Siran. Knowing that Yan Siran and Tingyu Er When he got lost, he firmly held Yan Siran's wrist, fearing that he would lose this little guy again.
"Then shall we go back?" Jiang Tangzhou said, "We have to go early tomorrow morning, so we will go back early today to rest."
"Success." Yin Wenzheng nodded, and the three of them headed towards the inn together.
In the end, after walking a few steps, he found that the front was bustling again, and Jiang Tangzhou couldn't see clearly, so he asked, "Could it be another activity of the Qiqiao Festival?"
"I don't think so." Yin Wenzheng said, "It looks like..."
Yin Wenzheng couldn't finish these words.
I didn't know what was going on in front of me, but I heard a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and the people in front retreated like crazy, feeling Yan Siran's sleeve slipping away from his hand, Jiang Tangzhou was startled , Hastily pulled out his hand and turned around to look for Yan Siran, seeing Yan Siran was only an arm's length away from him, and squeezed his way to hug the other's shoulders with all his might.
Yan Siran grabbed Jiang Tangzhou by the corner of his clothes and said, "There are too many people here... I don't know what they are watching up front."
When Jiang Tangzhou looked ahead, there were all human heads, and it was impossible to see what happened.
He sighed, turned his head and said, "Wen Zheng, why don't we go back first..."
With just such a turn, Jiang Tangzhou was dumbfounded.
Yin Wenzheng, who had been by his side all along, had disappeared.
"He wasn't here just now," Yan Siran said with some guilt, "I thought you had discussed with him and came to find me first..."
Jiang Tangzhou comforted him: "It's okay, let's get out of the crowd first and wait on the side, he will always come back to find us."
After the two finished talking, they squeezed out together, finally retreated from the crowd, and felt that the air was much fresher.
The two found a restaurant with a slightly higher location, sat on the second floor, ordered a plate of peanuts and waited for Yin Wenzheng. From this location, they could take in the scenery below and have a panoramic view.
Only then did they realize what was going on ahead. It turned out that a veiled girl was throwing a hydrangea. No wonder it attracted so many people's attention.
This hydrangea throwing is more interesting than the activities of the Qiqiao Festival, after all, it is a matchmaker.
Although Jiang Tangzhou's eyes have only just recovered, his eyesight is also very good, and he can see far away. He was vaguely aware that there was a name card next to the girl. Those who have always thrown hydrangeas on such occasions should also It's not that he really wants to find a good husband. Jiang Tangzhou has heard that the famous prostitutes in the south of the Yangtze River will always use this method when they sell their first nights. It must be that they just happened to meet them.
There are quite a lot of activities in the Qiqiao Festival in this place.
It was bustling here, but when I looked to the side, there were a dozen beggars begging, and one of them attracted Jiang Tangzhou's attention.
The other beggars squeezed desperately into the crowd, holding up their own broken bowls to beg for a copper plate or a stutter, but the beggar sat paralyzed by the side and looked at the crowd weakly, writing on his dirty, unclear face. Full of unloved looks, Jiang Tangzhou somehow felt that the other party looked familiar.
Jiang Tangzhou took a sip of tea and continued to pay attention to the beggar. Thinking about it, Yan Siran and the others met yesterday, could this be the only person? He then asked, "Si Ran, look at that place."
Yan Siran followed the point pointed by Jiang Tangzhou, his eyes widened, and he said, "Isn't this the beggar who beat me up yesterday?"
really.
Jiang Tangzhou shook his head and said, "This beggar looks different from other people..."
Although this beggar doesn't provoke the crowd and doesn't ask for copper coins, occasionally someone who passes by him kicks him to make him roll away. He is obviously not someone who will compromise so easily, and he will give people away as soon as he raises his hand. Push it hard, this beggar is really good at kung fu, and with this push, he pushed down a large group of people.
This is considered to have stabbed a hornet's nest, a group of people gathered around him and beat him hard. At first the beggar still had the strength to resist, but there were too many people, two fists were hard to beat four hands, and soon they were completely Cheng was beaten unilaterally, unable to fight back at all, a group of people left after venting their anger, only to see that his face was mixed with blood instead of mud.
The beggar wiped off the blood on his face and raised his head. When Jiang Tangzhou was still wondering what the beggar was going to do, he suddenly saw one of the group of people who was walking at the end suddenly tilt his leg and sat down like this. Going down, let out a scream, this time it was good, it attracted the attention of many people, and a group of people looked over.
The man sitting on the ground quarreled without knowing it, and his expression was very fierce. After being supported to stand up, he threw himself on the beggar. But the beggar moved his wrist, and a silver light flashed, and he saw a dagger Just like that, he cut off a few strands of the man's hair, and then stuck it on the pillar not far behind him.
There was an eerie silence in the place.
After the silence, the man was so scared that he peed his pants, got up and ran away quickly, and all the surrounding people scattered in a hurry, fearing that he would suffer disaster.
The beggar spat out a mouthful of blood, jumped to pull out the dagger, and put it in his pocket. He didn't know if he felt something, but he suddenly raised his head and met Jiang Tangzhou's eyes.
Jiang Tangzhou's heart skipped a beat—he suddenly realized something.
these eyes...
He knew why the beggar looked so familiar.
Jiang Tangzhou frowned and was about to get up, when Yan Siran who was beside him suddenly shouted, "Hey—Brother Jiang, isn't that Brother Yin?"
Jiang Tangzhou followed Yan Siran's words, but saw Yin Wenzheng passing by the beggar's place not far away with an anxious face.
"Go—" Jiang Tangzhou casually threw a golden bean on the table, and quickly ran downstairs.
Yin Wenzheng was still looking for Jiang Tangzhou all over the street.
He also couldn't figure out why the hand he had been holding tightly slipped away from his palm all of a sudden. Not only that, but when he turned his head again, he was so crowded that he couldn't even see the shadow of the person.
Yin Wenzheng couldn't squeeze out of the crowd for a while, so he could only slide forward along the crowd for a long time, and then seized the opportunity to squeeze out and walk back.
When he passed the beggar, he had already noticed the gap between him and others—his breathing was too light, as light as a martial arts practitioner.
But why would a person who practiced martial arts be reduced to a beggar here? Yin Wenzheng suddenly thought of what happened to Yan Siran and others yesterday.
Although Yin Wenzheng paid some attention to him, he didn't pay attention to the other party, so when he passed by the other party and was suddenly slapped on the lower abdomen by the other party's palm, he was slightly taken aback.
Yin Wenzheng pushed back a few steps, turned around and pulled out the long sword on his body, frowned and said, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" The beggar's voice sounded hoarse like a gong, as if it had been burned, "Can't you tell who I am? Yin Wenzheng! If it weren't for you, would I have fallen to this point? ?”
This familiar tone of voice immediately reminded Yin Wenzheng of someone.
But to connect that person with the one in front of him... there is indeed something... Yin Wenzheng frowned and took a step back, but saw the beggar suddenly get angry and rushed forward, holding a long sword in his hand.
Yin Wenzheng was sure almost instantly that the beggar in front of him was indeed as he thought, it was him—
Yin Wenzheng raised his hand to resist, only then belatedly remembered that he had no internal strength, if he wanted to compare, he would definitely be inferior. He swallowed, his face suddenly sank.
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