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The next morning, the sky was not completely bright yet, and the sun only showed a little tip, trying its best to shine in the extreme east of the sea. The boundary between white clouds and blue sky is still not clear, and the sky is gray. However, at this time, in the streets in the north of Jiangzhou City, there were already sounds of rolling wheels. Following the ruts on the ground, one can find a group of people driving cars and horses towards the north.
A young man in white clothes drove the horse in front, and the car was pulled by two horses, following behind. Sitting on the car was a horseman with slightly white temples. He had a smile on his face and seemed to enjoy his "job" very much. The space in the car is vast, and the outside is completely blocked by wooden boards and curtains. Only small windows are opened on the left and right sides, so that ordinary people cannot get a glimpse of the mystery. But from the heavy sound of the wheels, it was not difficult to tell that there must be a lot of things in the car.
The young man in white who was leading the way suddenly felt his mouth was dry. He took out a gourd from his waist and drank heavily. But halfway through drinking, I realized something was wrong, which made me choke on the "water" in the gourd and make me cough repeatedly. Immediately he called to his companion behind him: "Brother Zhao, what did you add to my gourd?"
"When this gourd comes into my hands, it must be for wine!" Zhao Kuo said with a hearty laugh.
Bai Feng smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it, you drink it for me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the gourd at the other party.
Zhao Kuo took it with one hand, pushed the stopper open with his thumb, and was about to drink. Unexpectedly, the stern and young voice behind him, like a young adult, stopped him.
"Brother! You are carrying so many of us. If you get drunk, we will all suffer!" Zhao Xiaomei sat on the east side of the car with Ajuan, who was still sleeping, on her lap. Murong Yan, who was beside the younger sister, had been looking at the portrait of the man she had "hand-painted" since she set off. Facing the younger sister, Gan Xi and his wife seemed to have never gotten up so early before, relying on each other and fighting. Sleepiness comes. In addition to clothing and luggage, dozens of bundles of calligraphy and painting classics, large and small, were piled in the free space on the car.
"Okay, okay! I won't drink!" After saying that, Zhao Kuo threw the gourd into the car and continued to drive the horse with his whip. When I was young, I saw the archway with the words "Beihua Gate" written on it, and immediately reminded the young man guarding in front: "Brother Bai, the outer city is ahead! That's where Mr. Qian was ambushed yesterday, so be careful. !" After Bai Feng heard this, he immediately pulled out his sword, always paying attention to the strange situations on both sides, and continued to lead the way.
The convoy moved forward slowly, leaving the old dust behind and taking in the new dust. The sunlight from the east has gradually become brighter. It passes through the layers of fog, breaks through the high eaves, and reflects on the faces of tourists.
Ajuan, who was still sleeping soundly in the car, was enjoying the warm sunshine outside the window, and the sound of roosters crowing could be heard in his ears at the right time. However, this made Ajuan even more unable to resist the temptation of "sleepy bug", and could not open his eyes even more, and then again. He buried his face deeply in his little sister's body. The little sister looked at this sister who was a few years older than her and felt strange. At the same time, she sighed that the other sister was so innocent and cute, and secretly smiled. When Murong Yan saw this, she couldn't contain her naughtiness. She put away the scroll and started teasing Ajuan.
All this seems like just the beginning of an ordinary day, but these things are so natural and so refreshing! Perhaps the villain did not expect that Bai Feng and his group would move so quickly, and everything around them seemed to want to help the group, so nothing strange happened. The convoy left Jiangzhou City safely.
The hustle and bustle of people slowly disappeared, and green countryside spread out from both sides of the road. Small flowers of different colors compete with each other and bloom in patches on the green earth. They sway in the wind, undulating. Some flowers with a strong floral fragrance sneak into the olfactory senses of passers-by with the wind, making even sleepy people immediately stand up and stop to look in the distance, trying to find the source of the fragrance.
Except for Mei Niang, who lost her strength due to poisoning, the other little girls saw the scenery outside from the window and praised it repeatedly. They had completely forgotten about Jiangzhou, which was full of people, and clamored to go outside. Play for a while. After a while, Zhao Kuo, who was driving the horse, couldn't help the chattering of the girls behind him. In addition, he was sweating profusely and exhausted, so he agreed to rest for a while.
The motorcade happened to stop next to a rice field, but it was not yet the harvest season, so the rice had not yet shown its yellow color. A few people parked the carriage, tied the horses' bits, and walked around the rice fields to the shade of the trees. Ganxi and his wife were living under an old locust tree, talking to each other with tenderness, which made others envious. Zhao Kuo and Zhao Xiaomei walked to the edge of a small stream and suddenly started playing with the water. The reason was that Zhao Kuo just now It took a long time for the carriage to stop, which made the little girl very dissatisfied. The two of them didn't care about family etiquette, they just poured water on each other and smiled happily. Soon after, Ajuan also joined the younger sister's camp. After all, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and Zhao Kuo was gradually at a disadvantage. In the end, he was pushed to the stream by the two men. He was almost soaked and moaning endlessly. Murong Yan picked yarrow from somewhere and made it into a small With the wreath on her head, she looked really mysterious like a "witch". Bai Feng beside him remained silent. In his eyes was the person who was being amused by Zhao Kuo and the others. What flowed in his nose was the mysterious aroma of yarrow and the fragrance of the girl. There was a gentle smile on his face, feeling contented.
Green grass surrounds the surroundings, and the wind and waves soothe people's hearts. A few people rested for a while and then got back on the road.
Such a simple and happy period of time has the ability to make people forget all their worries. But on the road to your dreams, the difficulties will not be reduced. What we need to do is to remember the happy moments and let them enrich our hearts to prepare for a future that may be more thorny.
No one would have thought that the Qian clan, which was once famous in Jiangzhou and had been officials for almost generations, would completely disappear overnight. However, Liuli Pavilion is still there, but its former owner is missing. If someone is interested and asks where Qian Xi went? The storytellers in the pavilion would all tell the passers-by in unison: "Master Qian was just tired of the bustling city life and took his wife to travel around..." And the truth behind this is only that of Liuli, the surrogate manager. The former confidant of Ge Qianxi knew about it.
At noon on the day Qian Xi left, a lonely poor monk came to visit Mr. Qian. He only got the news that Mr. Qian was wandering around, so he had no choice but to leave. Since that day, strange people have arrived one after another. Some of them are carrying swords, some of them have fierce and hateful faces, or some of them speak frivolously and uninhibitedly... It seems that they are all looking for Gan Xi, but in fact, they are looking for someone else... …
