A mirror lake is like a gem that the sky occasionally loses in the northern land.
It adds a beautiful touch of blue to this inaccessible, desolate and primitive land.
"Fan Li, look, the blue water of this lake is very beautiful, right?" Han Yue looked at the wide lake, her eyes full of nostalgia and admiration.
"good."
Fan Li responded casually, with a rather perfunctory attitude.
He was calculating how long it would take from the time Qingyuan left the military camp until he was hunted down by Ming army scouts.
How long will it take for Prince Wanli to read the secret letter he personally wrote to the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms before he decides to march out and lead the 450,000-strong army of Yunzhou City to fight out of the city?
"I want to build a waterside pavilion by the lake, and plant a row of osmanthus trees outside the waterside pavilion."
"Every autumn, when the laurel trees bloom, I come here to live."
"Smell the fragrance of osmanthus in autumn, enjoy the snow and play with ice in winter, until the ice melts in the next spring, and then return to the Central Plains..."
The more Han Yue talked, the more she looked forward to it, and the more she talked, the more excited she became.
She stole a glance at the man next to her, her pretty face flushed, and asked expectantly: "Fan Li, do you like this?"
"Okay."
Fan Li replied heartlessly.
Finally, Hanyue realized something was wrong.
"Fan Li, did you hear what I said clearly?"
"good."
"...Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Yeah, not bad."
"Are you really having an affair with the imperial concubine Lu Fubao?"
"Yeah, it's indeed okay."
"..."
"Fan Li!"
"You didn't listen to me at all!"
"If you don't want to accompany me to go swimming in the lake, just reject me directly. Why are you so perfunctory!?"
Han Yue's sudden attack shocked Fan Li, but he finally regained his composure.
Fan Li was embarrassed to finally understand the woman's anger.
Mistake, big mistake.
How could I be so relaxed around Han Yue?
If he accidentally angered her and drew a sword on himself, he would be in trouble.
"It's all my fault." Fan Li hurriedly explained: "There are too many official duties recently and traveling all night. I am really tired. I didn't mean to deal with you."
Han Yue said with a cold face: "Then I'm really sorry. It turns out that I am ignorant and did not understand your difficulties. Since you have worked so hard, then go back to the military camp to rest. I am swimming in the lake alone and I don't need you to accompany me."
The woman said this, but her eyes were staring at him.
Looking at her posture, if Fan Li dared to move a step towards the military camp, she might really want to draw her sword.
"Uh...cough!" Fan Li coughed dryly and then said: "Hanyue, don't be angry. Do you have the pleasure of swimming in the lake? No matter how tired I am, I sincerely want to accompany you."
"real?"
Hanyue's face was still tense, but the corners of her mouth showed an upward movement.
"More real than real gold!" Fan Li nodded, and he pointed in another direction. "The scenery on the other side of the lake is nice, let's go there and take a look?"
"Okay~!"
The two of them were obviously practitioners, but they took a leisurely stroll. It took them a stick of incense to reach the other side of the lake.
The two figures were reflected in the water, just like a couple of gods and gods.
Hanyue saw it in her eyes and felt happy in her heart.
"Is there anyone fishing here?"
Fan Li's eyesight was far inferior to Han Yue's, but the latter could only glance at the reflection in the water.
There was an old man leaning on a big rock in front of him, squatting on the ground and fishing.
The old man fishing had a solemn face and far-reaching eyes. He was wearing a short set of earth-colored coarse cloth and his feet were bare.
This look looks like a farmer who often works in the fields.
When the old man saw Fan Li and Han Yue, his expressions were expressionless and he slowly put the fishing rod aside.
"I was passing by while visiting the lake, and I disturbed the old man's fishing pleasure. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fan Li bowed his hands and saluted.
He deliberately changed his accent and greeted people in Ming Dynasty's authentic Mandarin.
Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, there are not a few people who speak Mandarin, especially the people in the capital who are proud to speak authentic Mandarin.
Fan Li naturally wanted to create a false identity by doing this.
However, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
When Yunzhou City was in chaos, there were actually farmers fishing at the lake outside the city?
This lake is only about thirty miles away from Yunzhou City, but the old man is not afraid?
"Hehehehe."
The old man stood up.
Surprisingly, he stood up straight and didn't look old at all.
If it weren't for the half-hundred-year-old beard and hair, Fan Li would have almost suspected that the man in front of him was in his prime.
"Young Master is from the capital?" the old man said, but his eyes fell on Holy Lord Hanyue.
Fan Li secretly thought something bad.
The original owner is talented and can speak the official language of various countries.
But what to do about Han Yue?
As long as she speaks, she will be exposed.
Killing the old man in front of him is obviously the best way to keep his whereabouts secret, but Fan Li is not the one to kill...
"The old man guessed it right."
Holy Lord Hanyue suddenly spoke up and spoke authentic and fluent Mandarin of the Ming Dynasty.
"My family and my husband are indeed from the capital city. Because of their fur business, they came to the north to look for the barbarian tribes to purchase goods."
Fan Li was shocked!
He didn't even bother to savor Han Yue's fabricated relationship between husband and wife.
"Oh?" Listening to Han Yue's accent, the old man became a little more interested in her. "From the accent of this lady, does she live in the south of the city?"
The accents of the capital city of the Ming Dynasty can be broken down into two types: the south and the north.
The Chengnan accent is an authentic accent from the capital city and has been passed down for thousands of years.
As for the accent in the north of the city, it is the hometown accent of the Ming Dynasty when Taizu founded his country in the capital and he and many of his founding fathers.
After a thousand years of fusion and convergence, the two accents eventually formed the Ming Dynasty Mandarin, but real people in the capital can still clearly distinguish the difference.
"The old man guessed it right again." Han Yue smiled and nodded: "My natal family lives in Beiting Lane."
Beiting Lane is a place name that even Fan Li knows.
Because the Ming Dynasty emphasized agriculture and suppressed business, merchants from all walks of life lived in Beiting Lane.
Most of the business dealings between Fan's Trading Company and the Ming Dynasty were handled through the merchants in Beiting Lane.
Fan Li was secretly surprised. Could it be that he had been outwitting Holy Lord Hanyue?
Otherwise, how could she make up such a perfect lie right away?
Sensing Fan Li's emotional change, Han Yue's phoenix eyes turned and she smiled proudly at him.
Those beautiful eyes that always carry a hint of arrogance seem to be saying at this moment: "How is it? How well can I cooperate?"
Impressed.
Fan Li was convinced.
He secretly warned himself that he should never look down on anyone, especially women.
"The late student's surname is Fan. I haven't asked the old gentleman for advice yet..."
Fan Li didn't bother to make up a fake surname. After all, the surname Fan was very common, both in Ming and Chu.
"The old man's surname is Hu." The old man smiled and said, "I am originally from the south of the Yangtze River. I was transferred to Yunzhou City for official duties. I stayed here for nearly ten years without knowing it. I can be considered half a northerner."
Hearing this, Fan Li hurriedly said: "So you have an official status? Common people have disrespected you!"
His reaction was, of course, all fake.
Judging from the old man's tone, he does indeed work for the government, but I'm afraid his official position is not high and he is probably just a lower-level official.
"Hahaha, no courtesy, no courtesy." Old Man Hu said with a smile: "The old man is half buried in the earth, how can he use his official body to suppress others? What's more, the old man is now equivalent to resigning. He has a position but no power, and he is not an official at all."
I was sneezing and typing, my right eye was bursting with tears, and my right sinus was extremely sore.
It is said that a long-term illness can lead to a cure, but I obviously haven't yet, but I accidentally came up with an ancient medical text, the title of which could be called "I Really Don't Want to Be an Imperial Physician"...
(End of chapter)
