The capital city is far away from May Island, and it will take about half a month to speed up the horse, not to mention the carriage. Walking and resting on the road, at the beginning of June, the carriage stopped in Fengcheng.
After driving for a long time, the coachman was very tired. He wiped the sweat from his head with a cloth towel, and said a little weakly, "Young master, after passing Fengcheng, there is the Shenxian River, and there is the only ferry that can enter the Shenxian River. As soon as the boat sails, I just asked for you, and the boat just sailed this morning, so I'm afraid you will have to stay in the Windy City for three days."
Wen Chan thanked the coachman farewell, and began to look for a place to stay. He found five inns in a row, but the inns all said they were full and there were no vacancies.
Just when Wen Chan and others were about to go to the sixth house, a beggar on the street called him back, "My lord, don't waste your time, even if you ask all the inns here, there isn't a single one." If there is an empty room, go to the north of the city to find it."
Wen Chan was looking for someone to ask what was going on, when the beggar bumped into him. He walked over, took out a piece of broken silver and put it in the broken bowl in front of the beggar, half complaining and half wondering, "What's wrong with this place?" Why, every inn is full, so there are fewer people in the north of the city?"
The beggar immediately put the broken silver into his bosom full of joy, and said, "Young Master, you don't know something, it's all related to that 'Young Master with Thousand Faces', those people who live in the inn are all for seeing the Young Master with Thousand Faces."
"Young Master with Thousand Faces? Who is he? What is his relationship with the Dark Sleeve Hades?" Wen Chan felt that these Jianghu people were quite particular about their names, and they seemed very powerful when they heard it.
The beggar's face was covered with surprise, "You don't even know Mr. Thousand Faces?"
Seeing Wen Chan's serious face, he didn't seem to be pretending, so he said, "There is a doggerel circulating in the Jianghu. I don't know if you have heard it."
The beggar cleared his throat, "The bone fan descends to the mortal world with poor praises, thousands of faces with flowers and thousands of faces, the bare hands can help the world, and the hidden needles in the dark sleeves are the heroes." The first two words of these four sentences represent all the heroes in the world. Famous people are the Immortal with Bone Fan, Young Master Thousand Faces, Sacred Physician with Plain Hands, and King of Hell with Dark Sleeves."
"Let's not talk about the other three, I'll tell you about this young man with thousands of faces today." At this time, the beggar looked like a storyteller, and he said with emotion, "Some people say that this young man with thousands of faces is as handsome as a fairy in the sky. , Some people say that he is as ugly as a toad in the mud, but no one has seen his true face. The disguise technique of Master Thousand Faces is superb. Men and women, old people and children, can't be disguised without him. When you are full When you are looking for Young Master Thousand Faces on the street, he may disguise himself as an extremely inconspicuous person, and if he passes by you, no one will be able to see through his disguise technique."
"Then according to what you said, the whereabouts of Young Master Qian Mian are unknown, so why do they still come here to see Young Master Qian Mian?" Wen Chan asked strangely.
"This young man with a thousand faces likes beautiful women, especially plump beauties. If he falls in love with a girl from any family, he will definitely send a flower to the girl's boudoir first, and then sneak into the girl in the middle of the night. There was a spring night in the room, so the son of Qianmian is also called Qianmian Caihua." The beggar said, turning his body and pointing to a brothel across the street, "See, there is a beautiful woman who was given flowers in the room yesterday. I have already yelled on the street a dozen times. Fengcheng is the only entrance to May Island. The Heroes of the World held a lot of people from the rivers and lakes. After hearing about the traces of Young Master Thousand Faces, who is not looking forward to it, waiting for him to appear body?"
"So you are here, son, it is impossible to find a vacant room." The beggar concluded.
Wen Chan, who understood the reason, thanked the beggar, and led his three subordinates to the north of the city.
After walking away, Ah Fu couldn't help but asked, "The young man with thousands of faces is clearly a flower picker, why does someone feel honored to receive his flowers?"
"There are so many right and wrong in Jianghu, but whoever is the best is right." Qin Qi said disapprovingly.
"I didn't expect that there are so many ways in the Jianghu, which is much more interesting than in the palace." A Fu grew up in the palace since he was a child, and it was his first time to travel far. As long as he heard about the Jianghu along the way, he was extremely excited.
"What's going on in Jianghu has nothing to do with us. We're here for business." Wen Chan walked in front and said in a calm voice, "Hurry up and find a resting inn, I can't stand anymore."
After traveling for nearly a month, Wen Chan's small body couldn't hold it up at all. Although he was also very curious about Young Master Qianmian, his exhausted body urged him to lie down and rest over and over again.
Calligraphy asked Qin Qi and Ah Fu to stay with Wen Chan, and went to the north of the city to find an inn with light power. After booking two rooms, he went back and led Wen Chan to the inn.
The inn seems to be newly opened, and everything in the room is brand new. There are beds and reclining chairs in the Shangpin room, and there are curtains on the bed. It looks clean and tidy. The shopkeeper is a woman in her early thirties. Extraordinary, luxuriously dressed, and extremely warm hospitality.
After all, they are not in the capital city. In order to ensure the safety of Wen Chan, Shuhua and Ah Fu both said that it would be more appropriate to open a room, but Wen Chan refused on the grounds that "it is too crowded for several people".
So there are two rooms, calligraphy and painting and Wen Chan live in one, and Ah Fu and Qin Qi live next door.
The two of them practice martial arts, they are physically strong, and they don't feel very tired, but Wen Chan and Ah Fu, who fell asleep as soon as they touched the pillow, no matter it is day or night, the two of them dare not leave. Doze off in the room.
The disadvantage of sleeping during the day is that you can't sleep at night. Wen Chan slept until it was dark, and when he opened his eyes, the lights outside were already dim.
There is no night ban in the capital of Xiliang, so when it gets dark, the people who have worked hard all day come out to wander around.
These days in Fengcheng are a bit different, because the Heroes of the World, there are many people from all walks of life gathered in Fengcheng, the people are afraid of those with big swords and axes, and dare not wander the streets at night, so most of them are still walking outside at night. It is a river and lake person.
The lanterns were hung high and covered the whole street. Wen Chan rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the window and looked out. The street was bustling with people and looked extremely lively.
After such a dark sleep, Wen Chan felt hungry when he woke up. He drank two cups of herbal tea, took his calligraphy and painting and planned to go for a walk in the street, while Qin and Qi stayed in the inn and kept watch. Sleepy Ah Fu.
There were no biscuits, steamed buns, or steamed buns at night. Wen Chan bought some pastries that were not too sweet, and took a horse-drawn cart to the south of the city.
He had been thinking about Young Master Qianmian all the time, so he wanted to take a look, but as soon as he got out of the car, he was shocked by the grand occasion in front of him.
The whole street was full of people, from a distance it was crowded, let alone Young Master Thousand Faces, now the street is so crowded, even if you want to walk into the street, it will be troublesome.
Standing in a place far away where there were few people, he sighed indistinctly while throwing pastries into his mouth, "I didn't expect this young man with thousands of faces to be so attractive, now I don't have a chance to see his face, I don't know tall or short, fat or thin."
He thought that someone would come over to chat with him when he heard this, but he didn't expect that no one would talk to him. He turned his head to look, and suddenly found that the three tall men standing beside him were all looking at him.
The three of them were different in height, but they were all taller than Wen Chan. They had flat eyebrows and thin eyes, and their appearance was not outstanding. When standing side by side, two of them even stuck out their heads and stared at Wen Chan.
Wen Chan was taken aback by the gazes of these three people, and asked in bewilderment, "The three brothers have seen me?"
The man closest to him didn't reply after hearing this, but turned his head to look at the man next to him. The two faced each other, wondering if they were whispering something, but the other shorter man suddenly moved towards Wen Chan. come.
Calligraphy immediately stood on guard, and approached Wen Chan unobtrusively, touching the long sword at his waist with his fingers.
The little boy didn't do anything, he just walked over and stood beside Wen Chan, and said in a thick and deep voice, "Little brother, are you here to see Lord Qianmian?"
"Yes." Wen Chan replied, and then asked back, "Aren't you?"
"Of course not, what's so good about that young man with thousands of faces, the three of us, just happened to pass by and saw a lot of people here, so we came to join in the fun." The short young man was very disdainful of the young man with thousands of faces who was sought after by everyone.
"It's a pity that we don't have a chance tonight. There are too many people here." Wen Chan muttered while chewing on the cakes, without much regret on his face.
The little boy glanced at him, "Don't worry, not only you, everyone here will not be able to see him tonight."
Hearing the certainty in his tone, Wen Chan wondered, "How do you say that?"
"As you can see, there are too many people here, and Mr. Qianmian doesn't know how to do light work, how could he overwhelm so many people and run into the street." He said, "Besides, even if there are not many people, he won't here."
Is this different from what you heard before? Wen Chan was a little puzzled, "I heard that he likes beautiful women, especially plump beauties? Why didn't he come?"
The short boy smiled with an inexplicable meaning, "The rumors are somewhat true and false, so don't believe everything, brother."
After only a few short chats, Wen Chan was confused by the chatter. He had experienced first-hand the variety of rumors in the world. There were thousands of mouths, and each mouth had a different statement, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false.
Just like now, he doesn't understand what the young man with thousands of faces is like. Seeing that the people in the street are still waiting excitedly, Wen Chan suddenly loses interest and wants to leave. Before leaving, he politely asks the short man The name of the son, "I am in Wenchan, I don't know the name of the son."
"I'm placing an order." The short boy replied.
"Young Master Shan, I will take my farewell. We will meet later." Wen Chan said a few words politely, and Shan Ke also cupped his hands in response.
When Wen Chan was about to leave, he glanced at the two men over there, but saw that they were still looking at him. He felt a little hairy, and couldn't help speeding up his pace with his calligraphy and painting. He touched his face and said in his heart, these two people You won't fall in love with my beauty, will you
After leaving the lively place in a horse-drawn cart, Wen Chan asked the shopkeeper for hot water to bathe and cleanse himself after returning to the inn. After changing the clothes, he dug well water in the backyard of the inn and beat it with a mallet.
The three sets of clothes brought out from the palace were thrown away by Wen Chan during the one-month journey, because the clothes made in the court are different from those in the folk, and many of the clothes come from other countries as tribute, so they are rare and precious. It is inevitable that people will miss him when he is outside. In order to ensure that unnecessary troubles are caused, Wen Chan threw them all away and changed his outfit.
It's just that it's too extravagant to wear a whole body and throw it away. It's not as expensive as in the palace, and the money is a little less, and there are not so many people around, so the noble former emperor and the present prince Wen Chan had to wash his clothes by himself.
Although Ah Fu and Qin Qi Shuhua were rushing to help him with laundry, Wen Chan felt very guilty for bringing these three people out to endure hardship and die. How could he let them do the trivial things like laundry for him, so he resolutely refused.
It's not that Wen Chan didn't wash clothes by himself. In his previous life, his Zhong family united with Shengui to slaughter the city. He escaped from the capital in embarrassment and started a wandering life with Liang Yanbei. I also learned to wash my own clothes and make strips and so on.
Thinking about it now, although those days were the saddest in his heart, they were also the time when he was closest to Liang Yanbei. After annihilating the rebels and ascending to the throne, the distance between Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei became farther and farther , until later he had his beloved, married a wife and had children, and he was never the same again.
Thinking about it, Wen Chan felt his nose a little sour. Since he left the capital, he had thought of Liang Yanbei more and more times, and his thoughts entered his heart and lungs, and it was hard to get rid of.
Wen Chan sniffed, and seriously hammered his clothes with a mallet.