In the inn, Wang Zhi was sitting at the table drinking boring tea, listening to the incessant snoring of the person on the bed, and his brows were almost furrowed.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't associate this ugly drunkard with Yue Fei, and even doubted whether this person was the Yue Fei he was looking for.
But after asking the Fu soldiers, they got an affirmative answer: there is only one 'Yue Fei' who has served as a Fu soldier in the government office, and I have never heard of anyone else named Yue Fei in Xiangzhou City.
Wang Zhi asked again: What is his nickname 'Pengju'?
The soldier said with a smile: "Commander Wang is joking, where did our poor family get the word? Who will pick the word?" Moreover, Yue Fei has not yet reached the crown this year, he is only nineteen years old, how can he say that he has a "word".
The ancients paid a lot of attention to choosing a "name", and not just anyone can choose it. The "name" was chosen by the parents, not the "name". Only seniors with a certain status in virtue, talent, position and popularity can be qualified. To pick a character for someone, you need to be over 20 years old. If you are dissatisfied with one of the two, you will not be able to pick a character.
For example, Wang Zhi has no characters yet. There are many people who can give him characters, but they are under the age of 20 or above.
Wang Zhi had no choice but to move the drunkard back to the inn first, and wait until he woke up to talk about anything else.
Wang Zhi's eyes suddenly brightened as he thought about it, and he hurriedly got up and went to the bed to undress the person in front of him.
"Who are you…"
During the fussing, he woke up the "drunk Yue Fei", and he looked at the stranger in front of him with confused eyes.
"Who am I? I am a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!"
Wang Zhi responded casually and continued to unbutton his clothes.
The drunk Yue Fei had slept for a long time, and now he was somewhat awake. Seeing this scene, he also understood his current situation.
His body was picked up!
Even better!
"I***"
He cursed and immediately grabbed Wang Zhi's wrist to stop his next move.
Wang Zhi was shocked, this little man actually scratched him a little bit.
Yes, with Wang Erlang's height of nearly eight feet, Yue Fei was a whole head shorter than him, only about seven feet tall. In later generations, he would only be about 1.7 meters tall.
This height is no longer short in this era, but in Wang Erlang's eyes, he is still just a small man.
With his clothes half unbuttoned, Wang Erlang saw a glimpse of the scenery inside. His body was as strong as cast copper, and his muscles were as hard as iron. They were not the shanks that later generations pursued for beauty. One word to describe them is 'strong'! Strong as a bison!
Wang Erlang even doubted whether the sword could cut even half of it.
At this time, he somewhat believed that this drunkard was the Yue Fei he was looking for. If Yue Wumu hadn't been alive, how could ordinary people have such physical strength.
good! Let’s give it a try!
Wang Zhi saw that Hunting was happy but did not want to take advantage of others, so he picked him up with his backhand.
Yue Fei got up and fought with him.
The two of them moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, from the end of the bed into the room, and then rolled to the table. Either he was on top of him, or he was riding on top of him.
The movement in the room startled the next door. Qunxian was shocked when he came in and saw the situation. He was about to step forward to help but was stopped by Wang Zhi.
The two continued to fight, and it was hard to tell the winner. In the end, the battle ended after Yue Fei vomited "Wow" behind Wang Zhiman.
Wang Zhi got away, covering his nose, and his face turned green with anger. It was even more ugly when he thought that the other party was competing with him in a drunken state.
All the wise men dared not laugh even if they wanted to, and their faces turned green from holding back.
"Keep an eye on him!"
Wang Zhi roared and rushed out of the door.
When Wang Erlang washed and changed his clothes and came back, the floor had been cleaned, and Yue Fei also arranged his clothes and sat quietly at the table.
I think I learned the origins of this group of people after listening to the explanations given by the sages.
"Show me your back!"
Wang Erlang gave the order without any doubt. He had thought carefully about it. Regardless of whether this drunkard was Yue Wumu or not, if he dared to say "no" today, he would definitely be punished.
So what if it is really Yue Wumu? It is not the future generation. I, Wang Erlang, am also an ancient and a living saint. I may not be less successful and famous than you in the future. Nowadays, everyone is an ancient, and you, Yue Fei, are only two years older than me. Why do you want me to spoil you?
If Yue Fei knew what Wang Erlang was thinking, he would spit in his face, take off people's clothes, fight with them, and still indulge me?
However, the situation is stronger than the people. Yue Fei also knows that these people are soldiers, and they have been transferred to find him to join the army, so there is no resistance. Isn't it just looking at the back? They are all big men. As long as they are not like that, Just watch it.
Without any rebuttal, he took off his shirt and exposed his back.
When Wang Zhi saw his blank back, he stood stunned on the spot and murmured, "No...no...could it be fake...Are history books also a lie..."
"Is it okay, General?"
Yue Fei asked, but when he got no answer, he just put on his clothes.
A group of wise men brought a stool, and Wang Zhi sat down blankly, then asked, "Who else is in Brother Yue's family?"
He couldn't remember who Yue Fei's family members were, so he asked if there were any familiar names that could match them.
Yue Fei thought it was the custom of conscription and introduced without any doubt, "Both parents, wife and children are here at home, as well as a sister and a brother..."
"son!"
Wang Zhi woke up with a start and immediately said, "But my name is Yue Yun!"
"How does the general know my son's name?"
Yue Fei was puzzled. After all, his son was only three years old this year and was still learning to speak at home. How would outsiders know if they didn't find out.
Wang Erlang stood up excitedly and said: "That's right, it's you, you are Yue Fei!"
Yue Fei was even more confused. Doesn't this person know my name when he comes to look for me? I'm afraid he's not seriously ill.
"Would you like to join the army with me?"
Wang Zhi suppressed his excitement and asked, as if he was really a Bodhisattva who came to save the suffering.
"No!" Yue Fei answered simply.
"Why?"
Wang Zhi's eyes widened, as if he was in disbelief when he saw that he had won a million dollars in the lottery.
Yue Fei is unwilling to join the army? Are you kidding me?
Didn’t the history books say that he joined the army four times and never gave up?
Thinking of this, he blurted out, "Weren't you willing to do it before?"
"My parents are here, so I won't travel far."
Yue Fei thought he was talking about the newly dismissed soldiers. The soldiers were working in front of their own homes. They could go home at any time. But joining the army was different. They had to go to the battlefield far away from home. His parents were both here. Now, how can I stay away from my beautiful wife and young children?
Wang Zhi followed closely and asked, "Don't you have a younger brother?"
Yue Fei sighed softly and said: "What I said to the general is not that I don't want to join the army, but that I received a letter from home a few days ago. My father is seriously ill and has been bedridden for many days. Our division has also contracted the cold. How can I leave?" …”
Wang Zhi really didn't expect that such a thing would happen. Both of his parents were sick in bed. It was the time when he needed relatives to accompany him and serve him. How could he force others to do something difficult? Did he have to travel more than three hundred miles in vain...
Wang Zhi thought of this and asked: "Your father and master are both ill. Why don't you serve me and get drunk all day long?"
"I..." Yue Fei lowered his head with a bitter expression and was speechless.
Wang Zhi looked at his patched and shabby clothes and seemed to understand.
Wang Zhi did not sympathize with him, but found it a bit funny. The dignified Yue Fei and Yue Wumu had such an unbearable scene. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that Yue Fei, who was called the "Eternal Perfect Man", was actually an alcoholic. If you don't show off as a person, you avoid reality, hide in the corner, and don't dare to go home.
"You should know where we come from."
Seeing Yue Fei nod, Wang Zhi continued: "I have heard of your name in Bianjing. I have admired you for a long time and came here to seek help. Now that I see you..."
Wang Zhi turned his back, stood with his hands behind his back, and stopped looking at him, "I am the Marquis of Langya County in the current dynasty. Your Majesty has appointed a general to conquer the west. I am here to receive the emperor's order to conquer the west and seek the help of talented people. I vow not to destroy Xixia until I die." When you return to the court, whether you will be granted the title of Marquis and pay homage to the Prime Minister Guangzong Yaozu, or whether you will live a life of drunkenness, dreams, and death, it all depends on you."
After Wang Zhi finished speaking, he left without even looking at him. After walking out of the door, a voice came, "I only stay in Xiangzhou for one day..."
Yue Fei just stared at his back in a daze, and then watched all the talented people in the room leave. He was like an abandoned son abandoned by the times. Everyone was staying away from him and spurning him. They all look down on him...
His colleagues were like this, so he got into fights after drinking, Liu Cuier was like this, so he didn't dare to go home, Master Han's family was like this, and they kicked him out of the government office...
The mocking eyes of colleagues, the sad eyes of my wife, the disappointed eyes of my boss, the giving-up eyes of my parents, the expectant eyes of my master...
The looks in his eyes echoed in his mind, piercing holes in his heart. His heart was bleeding and he couldn't stop it.
Because he has sobered up.
He looked at his hands. He was once so proud of his hands, the hands that could draw a three-stone bow, the hands that could shoot the leader of a thief from a distance of 180 meters, but now they could only be used to carry wine...
Do I, Yue Fei, really want to live a life of drunkenness and dreaming? Do I really want to soak in this drink with all my abilities? Will my son have to humble himself and serve others like me in the future...
He asked himself over and over again, and he remembered his past self, the self who was accomplished in academics and high-spirited, the self who was the invincible in the county and was respectfully called the "Invincible in the County", the self who dared to be alone when he was a teenager. The self who left home and ventured into the world...
Gradually... he raised his head, the tears in his eyes disappeared, and a look of determination appeared.
I, Yue Fei, will be a hero in life and a hero in death!
He didn't know who wrote this poem, but he had heard it before. He stood up straight and walked out of the door unswervingly.
"Hey, do you think he will come?"
"I guess not. He's just an alcoholic and a coward who only avoids reality."
"Well, I guess not. I wasted all my brute strength and was able to fight the hall master in two moves."
The sages were talking a lot. After seeing Yue Fei, whom the hall master had longed for, the gap was too huge, and everyone felt contempt.
"I guess so!"
A different voice sounded, and everyone was about to refute, but when they saw that he was the master of their own hall, they immediately stopped talking.
