The leading scholar took out a small bag of tea leaves, peeled some of them with a delicate bamboo tea spoon, put them into a large teapot, poured them into boiling water, and the aroma suddenly came out.
Bao Cheng turned his head and glanced at the group of people, leaned forward, approached Yao Yao and whispered, "Who are these people?"
Yao Yao was sitting opposite the group of people. She looked at the group of people calmly, then looked at the direction where these people came and the ground, and whispered: "Did you see the horse hoof marks on the ground? Their horses came from a very wet and muddy place, and the leader is a weak scholar, but the followers are all able to withstand beatings, so tell me, who are they?"
"Probably, whose staff is it?" Bao Cheng whispered.
"..." Yao Yao smiled: "Forget it, right?"
She drank another cup of tea, lowered her eyes, and said calmly: "Stop talking, let's go, these people are trouble, you can't afford to mess with them."
Bao Cheng curled his lips, he didn't believe there was anyone in the world that Yao Yao couldn't afford to offend.
Yao Yao drank another cup of tea and was about to stand up when he saw the two men who were going to tie the horses coming over. There was no room left on the other two food tables. The two of them lifted up their clothes and sat down carelessly on Yao Yao's table. Yao and Bao Cheng's side.
Yao Yao's eyes fell on the waist of one of them for a moment. After a slight pause, she sat back again.
Bao Cheng was stunned for a moment, then sat back and asked, "Why, you're not leaving?"
Yao Yao lowered his head and pursed his lips in silence.
Seeing that Yao Yao remained silent, Bao Cheng had no choice but to shut up.
If Yao Yao doesn't leave, he won't leave either. He will rely on her anyway.
The scholar took two sips of tea, stroking his long beard and asked the young junior opposite him: "How many more have you got today?"
"Seven, or eight?" The young man clasped his fingers. He looked like a barbarian, with a high nose and deep eyes. He was in rags and had big holes and small eyes. He could hardly even cover his flesh. , but there is a Hu Dao studded with precious stones in his waist. Wealth and poverty collide in him to the extreme.
A porter sitting next to the young man glanced at him with disdain and sneered: "There are only a few people here, and you still have to count on your fingers. It's all in vain that Mr. Blind taught you to read for so long."
The young man kicked the porter and said bitterly: "You can figure it out, you tell me."
The porter touched the back of his head and slid his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. He smiled and said, "I, I can't figure it out either."
The color of the sweat towel in the waist of the half-grown man opposite the porter could no longer be distinguished. He tilted his head and thought hard for a long time: "Sir, I remember it was nine." He counted them on his fingers seriously for a long time. Place names and numbers.
Bao Cheng was so confused after hearing this that he kicked Yao Yao under the food table and winked at her secretly: "What are they talking about?"
Yao Yao raised his head, glared at Bao Cheng, and made a "shut up" gesture.
Bao Cheng shut up immediately.
"Sir, I heard that King Han's seventh son came to the capital. He made a lot of noise with cats and dogs along the way. The papers to impeach him are like snowflakes, flying straight to the saint's desk. You guys "How could the King of Han, who was born in the military, teach such an ineffective scourge?" The young junior drank several cups of tea, and his hoarse and dry voice sounded a little clearer now.
Hearing this, Bao Cheng
Immediately he became energetic, walked up to Yao Yao, lowered his voice and asked, "Is the seventh son of King Han the same as his seventh brother?"
Yao Yao glanced at Bao Cheng, nodded slightly, and made a silent gesture.
The porter took a sip of tea, stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves, and shook the big cattail leaf fan in his hand. Even so, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead, and he opened his mouth and said in a loud voice: "Emperor, Mr. There are still a few sons who are not good enough. The King of Han is a soldier who has not studied for a few days. The sons who are good at teaching are the ones who have seen ghosts."
The scholar continued stroking his long beard and sighed somewhat: "It's a pity that King Han's reputation has been completely ruined by such a playboy."
Yao Yao looked at the scholar's hands stroking his long beard and secretly cursed, even if he pretends to be a man of culture, he doesn't have to use his hands like this. If he keeps stroking his beard like this for a long time, his hands will definitely become bald.
The young man refilled the scholar's cup of tea and asked angrily: "Sir, how many sons does the King of Han have? If this one is not successful, it will be enough if the others are."
The scholar said with a smile: "Speaking of which, King Han is a lucky man. All his sons and daughters, except for the prince and one daughter who are now officials in Beijing were born to Princess Han, the other sons and daughters were all born to other concubines. If you give birth, your heirs will prosper, which is also good luck."
This person is the only one among this group of people who has attended private school for two years. He knows a few words and often helps fellow villagers write home letters, couplets and so on. He is quite prestigious.
He said it was a good luck path, it must be a good luck path.
Bao Cheng had moved from the opposite side of Yao Yao to sit next to her. He leaned against her ear and asked, "Who do you think they are? What seven, eight, or nine did they just say?"
Yao Yao didn't speak, just stared at the people at the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned to look at the man opposite him, and his eyes fell on his waist calmly.
The porter asked with a smile: "Well, sir, which of King Han's concubines is the son of the seventh young master who has caused trouble in this journey?"
The scholar smiled and said: "The Seventh Young Master Han Changyun also has some origins. His biological mother was the eldest daughter of Princess Han's dowry, and later she became a concubine to King Han. After giving birth to the Seventh Young Master, King Han invited her to After being sealed as a concubine and given a jade certificate, she is now a serious member of the royal family."
Bao Cheng poked Yao Yao and said in a low voice: "Did you hear that? He was born by a concubine who crawled on the bed. She was also Princess Han's maid. She is a real master of palace fighting. Princess Han was not mad to death. He is also determined.”
Yao Yao glanced at Bao Cheng, deliberately scaring him, and lowered his voice and said: "Pack your money bag, there are bandits in this area."
Bao Cheng was stunned, holding his waist: "It's true or false, don't scare me."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and snorted. After a moment of silence, he made up his mind. He quietly took off the pouch from his waist and threw it to Bao Cheng's feet. Then he quickly walked into the tea shed carrying the copper pot on the handle.
Her move attracted countless glances. The scholar nodded slightly, and a tall man with a beard stood up calmly.
The fire in the stove was burning brightly, the big pot of water was boiling with steam, and bubbles were rising on the water.
Sitting on the small table next to the stove was an old woman with long hair. The firelight reflected on the folds of her face, which were filled with layers of ravines and ravines, filled with the vicissitudes of time.
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When someone walked into the tea shed, the old woman raised her head, raised her skinny eyelids, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in her dry pupils, and she stood up tremblingly.
She was about to speak, but she looked outside in horror. Arrogant laughter came into the tea shed, and she sat back down frustrated.
Yao Yao said nothing, walked to the stove, scooped out water and asked in a low voice: "Mother-in-law, where is Da Ya?"
This voice was so familiar that it frightened the old woman. She fell from her stool and sat on the ground. She raised her eyes and scanned Yao Yao's face carefully.
Although she changed into men's clothes and put her hair in a bun, her face was still the same as two years ago.
She finally recovered the blurred memories of the past from the shock, stood up tremblingly, and almost shed tears: "Gu, the girl is here."
Yao Yao still stood in front of the stove and did not move. He still scooped water as before, using the sound of rushing water to cover up his voice: "Mother-in-law, what happened? I saw a person wearing a big embroidery outside. Where is Da Ya?"
The old woman looked frightened and her voice trembled: "Da Ya, Da Ya let them arrest us. Those people outside were all here to stare at me and Er Ya. They were afraid of us and ran to report to the officials." "
"Who are they? Where did they take Daya?" Yao Yao just asked, suddenly his ears moved, and he suddenly asked in a loud voice: "What kind of water are you boiling? Ah, I want cinnamon twig soup. Are you, ah, really?!"
As she spoke, she slammed the long-handled copper spoon into the water, causing a splash of hot water.
The hot water splashed onto the old woman's face, turning it red.
She didn't understand why Yao Yao suddenly became angry. In the blink of an eye, she saw a figure flashing to the door of the tea shed. She immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
"Damn old woman, what's your name?" A big man with a beard walked in, picked up the old woman's collar, and threw her heavily against the wall.
His force was so great that the old woman hit the bamboo pole, and the whole tea shed shook twice, almost collapsing.
The old woman struggled on the ground twice but failed to get up.
Yao Yao glanced at the old woman, picked up the copper kettle filled with hot water, and walked out expressionlessly without squinting.
The bearded man took a step across and stopped in front of Yao Yao. He looked Yao Yao up and down and said with a smile: "Little brother? Little girl?"
The copper kettle in Yao Yao's hand tilted slightly, and the scalding hot water poured on the feet of the bearded man. It was so hot that he screamed, with a ferocious face, and he jumped on his feet and spun around.
Yao Yao turned around, took the opportunity to bypass the bearded man, and walked out of the tea shed.
At this time, everyone outside had heard the screams of the bearded man, and had surrounded the entire tea shed. They put their hands on their waists, held their swords, and stared at Yao Yao who came out fiercely.
Yao Yao paused, his face turned pale with fright, the copper pot in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the scalding hot water splashed everywhere.
The leading scholar suddenly laughed: "It turns out to be a girl."
The bearded man was so angry that he grabbed Yao Yao's wrist and shouted in a loud voice: "Sir, sir, we have captured another girl this time, will you take her back?"
Yao Yao was so frightened that he was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he struggled feebly for a long time with his hands and feet, but he was unable to open the strong hands of the bearded man.
