After saying that, he looked at Yao Yao meaningfully, but he didn't see any shyness on her face. She didn't even blush, which made him a little disappointed.
Of course Yao Yao wouldn't blush. She raised her eyebrows and said seriously: "That's natural. The master looks so shocking. I think the wine and money are missing."
The wind in the spring night was gentle and lingering, blowing away wisps of floating clouds. The soft moonlight made the faces of people reflected soft and warm.
When Han Changmu heard Yao Yao's words, instead of being angry, he laughed inexplicably. He looked at Yao Yao under the moonlight. Her eyebrows were particularly soft and moist, revealing a softness that was completely different from usual.
His heart palpitated severely.
He felt that he was really going crazy. Yao Yao had teased him first, but not only did he forgive her so easily later, he even had some delusions.
Yao Yao met Han Changmu's deep eyes, a chill suddenly ran down her spine, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
What kind of bad idea is this person holding back? He was gnashing his teeth in hatred towards her at the front, wishing he could kill her quickly, but at the back, his face changed again, he was gentle, and his brows even made people blush. of profound meaning.
She calmly took a few steps back. This is a smiling tiger that eats people without spitting out their bones. It's better to stay away from him.
The weather is getting warmer at the end of March, the sunshine is bright and clear, the spring breeze is warm and gentle, the green trees and grass in Chang'an City are full of vitality, the peaches are shining and moist, and the red flowers and willows are blooming wantonly and intensely.
An inconspicuous gray shed carriage passed through the streets and alleys, and stopped in front of the gate of Jinchangfang. The driver driving the carriage had slightly dark skin and bright eyes. He did not speak, and only knocked the shaft of the carriage with his horsewhip.
The car curtain moved, and a slender boy with good features jumped out of the car. He reluctantly stretched his hand to the slightly moving car curtain, and immediately a hand with distinct joints stretched out from the car, slightly The calloused hand gently rested on the boy's hand.
The person in the car looked like a man who had practiced martial arts all year round and was extremely powerful.
Such carriages can be seen everywhere in Jinchangfang, especially when the sky is bright in the morning. Ladies will let the carriages stop at the entrance of the square, get out of the carriages in twos and threes, and then walk into the square to show their piety.
There is a prestigious temple in this square called Ci'en Temple. This temple is different from Jianfu Temple. It is not a royal temple. The rules are not so strict and impersonal, and it will not be sealed just because the royal family comes to the temple to offer incense. Temple, so people usually go to Ci'en Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.
Although Ci'en Temple is very popular, Jinchangfang is far away from the Imperial City and the Six Ministries. The livelihood in the square is not very prosperous, and the houses are cheap. Many scholars who come to Beijing to take the exams also choose to stay here. Rent a house here temporarily.
The main reason is that it is close to the Buddha, so it is convenient to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily.
The man in the gray shed carriage held the boy's hand and stepped out of the carriage.
The man was thin, his face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and there were two blue-grey marks under his eyes.
As soon as he put the car down, he felt like he was caught in the wind. He covered his mouth and coughed several times. Two abnormal blushes appeared on his face that was pale from coughing.
This man turned out to be a tuberculosis man.
As soon as he got out of the car, he coughed so much that he couldn't straighten up. This was the time when there were the most people in Jinchangfang. When everyone saw his appearance, they couldn't stand up straight.
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They all ran away as if they had seen a ghost, fearing that they would not be able to escape.
The man was unaware, holding the boy's hand with one hand, holding the handkerchief to cover his mouth with the other, and walked in
In Jinchangfang.
The boy noticed something strange in the man's warm palm. He was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly tried to break away a few times, but failed. He couldn't help but angrily whispered: "My lord, let go."
The man covered his handkerchief and kept laughing secretly. The laughter sounded like a cunning plot had succeeded: "A Yao, stop trying so hard. Your secret will be exposed."
The boy looked up and looked around. Sure enough, there were people coming and going, and a few people did look at him in surprise.
Whose servant dared to be so bold and confront his master like this?
The boy grinded his teeth and lost his usual composure: "Sir, you can avenge your personal vengeance."
The man covered his handkerchief with a smile, his eyebrows were crooked, and his usual cold demeanor was completely gone.
It turned out that these two people were Han Changmu and Yao Yao.
It's just that I don't know what means were used to turn it into what it is now.
The pure and elegant young master turned into a sick man.
The smooth and playful girl actually developed an Adam's apple.
It was rare for Han Changmu to see Yao Yao so angry and helpless, so he smiled more and more proudly, grabbed her hand tightly, leaned his whole body against her, and walked forward sickly.
Yao Yao sighed helplessly and helped Han Changmu move forward.
She couldn't help but glance at Han Changmu, and saw that his face was indeed pale and bloodless. Under the sunlight, slender cyan blood vessels appeared under the thin skin.
And as his eyes moved, the bright pupils that were originally black and white turned suddenly gray, as if covered with a layer of turbid dust.
She subconsciously touched her throat and sighed to herself. There was indeed a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Department of Internal Security. There was someone so amazing at the art of disguise that he could even show his Adam's apple.
Han Changmu noticed Yao Yao's movements, covered his mouth and hummed: "How about it, do you want to learn?"
Yao Yao nodded subconsciously: "I think so."
After saying this, she realized that she had let something slip.
Han Changmu didn't answer, just smiled lowly.
Although there is a well-known Ci'en Temple in Jinchangfang, which is magnificently built and the layers of glazed roofs shine with colorful brilliance in the sun, most of the other winding alleys are very simple, with low and dilapidated houses. , the culverts were also clogged, and the sewage carried rotten vegetable leaves, rags and some feces, and spread into the winding alley.
Yao Yao supported Han Changmu, stepped on the bricks in the sewage, and walked forward cautiously.
The deep water covered the bricks, and the two of them did not dare to show their Qinggong skills, so they had no choice but to let the sewage splash everywhere after being stepped on, soaking into the uppers of their shoes and the hems of their clothes, and a disgusting stench filled the surrounding area. .
Most of the houses on both sides of the winding alley have no doors or windows, just a dark hole in the wall, with patches of coarse cloth curtains hung on the hole.
The wind blew, the curtains rose and fell, and not even a breath of wind could block it. The scorching summer was a bit easier, but in the cold winter when water dripped into ice, the people here obviously couldn't afford charcoal fires for heating. In this house It must be as cold as an ice cellar.
Children playing in the sewage with their bare buttocks wearing bellybands can be seen everywhere in the winding alleys. The bellybands are obviously broken.
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It is made of patchwork pieces of cloth and is made of all kinds of materials.
It was the time to start work at this time. There were very few men in the winding alleys. Most of them were rough women squatting by the culvert, washing and washing themselves. From time to time, they looked out at the children and shouted not to go to the ditch. .
Only then did Han Changmu notice that the culverts in front of the houses were all exposed. Most of the carved stone slabs originally used to cover the culverts had disappeared, leaving only one or two in front of the house. In and out.
The sewage in the culverts flows gurglingly, and when it encounters siltation, it overflows through the culverts and alleys.
He was stunned: "Here, where are the stone slabs on the culvert?"
Yao Yao raised his chin towards the heaving curtains: "They were all pried open and used to frame the windows."
Han Changmu pursed his lips and said nothing.
When the two of them went out, they had deliberately changed into a pair of gray and coarse clothes, but they still felt so out of place walking in this remote alley.
He is not the kind of wealthy young man who is ignorant of the sufferings of the world. He has been honing his skills in the battlefield for more than ten years and has seen many hardships in life. However, he did not expect that the Chang'an City under the emperor's feet would have such a poor place. .
His eyes looked pitiful and he sighed: "How can such a poor place exist?"
Yao Yao turned his head and glanced at Han Changmu, with a hint of emotion on his face, and said calmly: "It's not a poor place here. After all, it's next to Ci'en Temple. Those who have no skills but have the strength do some work for the temple, farming, and those with skills Just set up a stall outside the temple and sell some small things, and you can always make a living. The poorest ones are those in the suburbs of Beijing. You have to have land but not land, and you have to have house but not house. If there is a family who takes medicine all year round, Yes, the only way left is to beg for food."
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao in surprise: "Have you been there?"
Yao Yao nodded and said: "Two years ago, there was a murder case in Yanzuofang. The murderer was the wife of that family. Her husband was bedridden all year round and needed one tael of silver to take medicine every month. The house was eaten alive, and the four young ladies were finally sold to Pingkangfang. The young lady couldn't survive anymore, so she bought puffer fish meat and poisoned all eight members of the family to death."
There were no fluctuations in her voice, as if she was used to this kind of thing, and she was just describing a tragic incident in a straightforward manner.
Han Changmu was speechless for a long time, feeling sad. He looked at the end of the winding alley with empty eyes, and asked lightly: "You are sad too, right?"
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Is it sad? It’s sad. The more you see it, the more you understand the impermanence of the world.
The two stepped on the splashing sewage and walked through the narrow and dark winding alleys. They passed by a house with a door curtain hanging on the wall. An old woman with a stooped back carried a basin of water and swayed it. He walked out leisurely and poured water into the culvert with difficulty.
Han Changmu felt that the old woman looked strangely familiar, so he turned to look at her. The white hair hit his eyes. He smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head and continued to move forward.
Yao Yao paused and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Han Changmu shook his head: "It's okay."
Yao Yao stopped asking and passed by the place where the old woman poured sewage. There seemed to be some bloody smell in the culvert. She leaned over and saw that the culvert was filled with turbid water, and rotten vegetable leaves were floating and swirling in the water. The water flowed into the distance, and there was no trace of blood in the sewage.
She also shook her head and smiled to herself.
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