Shuzhou, Chengdu.
As a veteran of the Xu family army, Wei Feng received quite a lot of rewards. After marrying his wife, he already had a large courtyard in the official street of Chengdu.
There is a rockery in the yard, a small pool with blue waves, and many flowers and plants that Wei Feng picked from the tops of the mountains in Baxiang.
At this time, next to a small brown bamboo half as tall as a person, a woman in a skirt was tying a red ribbon and then carefully tying it to the bamboo branch.
"Ma'am, what is this?"
The woman raised her head with tenderness in her eyes, "It's the custom in my hometown. My husband is fighting outside. If I pray, he will be safe."
"Madam, you can learn from the princess and hang a bronze mirror on the tree to wish the master a safe return."
"We'll learn it later."
After finishing her work, the woman sat down silently in the pavilion, holding a book in her hands, and began to read day after day.
Unlike other village women, she rarely goes out. Only when there is a grand festival, her husband will carry her in a carriage like a child, put on a beautiful skirt, and the two of them will laugh all the way.
The woman lowered her head and held the curls, and her long lovesick hair suddenly poured down.
…
"How did we know each other?" Xu Mu was stunned. In his impression, he had always thought that Wei Feng was marrying a woman from a small village, and that they had had a love affair with each other under the help of a matchmaker.
"It's probably because of a personality incompatibility, and he left after falling in love."
"Wei Feng, please speak politely."
Wei Feng's eyes were nervous, "My lord, the current Zhang Dacui was when I was patrolling outside Yuguan, I met her and several village women, and they were harassed by refugees."
"So, you showed your power and saved Zhang Dacui. Then things fell into place and she married you."
A very ordinary plot, a very ordinary love. But Xu Mu heard more than once that even in a life-and-death battle, Wei Feng, an old dog, always remembered Zhang Dacui.
"Dacui's eyes are big and look a little different. When she was at home, she would often tie a tree with a red ribbon like people from the Western Regions and pray for peace. And I remembered that she seemed unfamiliar with the life in the Central Plains and didn't like to eat Rice cakes and porridge, don’t like to use chopsticks, don’t even like to go out——”
Wei Feng's voice was choked, and he raised his head, "Lord, I, Wei Feng, still have a military merit, and I have also saved some money. At worst, it will all be put into the bank. I just hope that my lord... will not embarrass Dacui."
"Then tell me." Xu Mu sighed.
Wei Feng's face was serious, "It's different. I told my lord because I was afraid that a big spy would appear in Western Shu. There are already many such things in Shuzhou. This is considered a part of my Wei Feng's loyalty... But I beg you Lord, because Dacui is my wife. And I think she is not bad."
"No big deal, I'll go back to Chengdu tomorrow and take Dacui away immediately."
"Where to go?" Xu Mu was a little funny. This slutty guy who licks blood from his knife edge can really scare someone to death when he becomes tender.
"I will be a tenant farmer and Dacui will be a weaver girl."
"You make an egg." Xu Mu rolled his eyes. Jia Zhou, who was beside him, also stroked his beard and smiled slowly.
"Don't worry, look at Silly Hu, has he married Mrs. Luan Yu? It doesn't matter, just do it if you want, live a good life, I won't interfere. But before that, your Zhang Dacui, it's best Come to Liangzhou first, I have something I want to ask her about."
Xu Mu very much hoped that Zhang Dacui, whom Wei Feng accidentally hit, was the one who escaped from Zhenlan City. If you calculate the time, it's just right.
According to what Wei Feng said, if Zhang Dacui was really a spy, Chengdu would have been empty before, so he should have taken action long ago.
but no.
Just like the most ordinary young bride, sending her husband off to war and waiting for him to come home.
"Wei Feng, you are lucky."
In the palace, Wei Feng was still a little confused, "My lord, are you trying to trick Dacui into coming to Liangzhou City?"
"I used chicken feathers... It took so much effort. I sent a letter, and Han Jiu immediately led someone to kick down the door."
"My lord, Old Han loves to sing and flatter Sanniang, don't let him kick in the door!"
"Write a letter and go back to Chao Yi. When your Dacui arrives, come back. If you don't learn anything from Chao Yi, I will give all the Shu brocade to Si Hu and your Dacui. Don’t even think about wearing it.”
Si Hu, who was picking his feet in the corner of the palace, raised his head in surprise.
"Si Hu, you moved half of last year's Sichuan Brocade inventory by yourself, right? One or two, after marrying a daughter-in-law, they became so f*cking tough and tender, and turned into a crazy maniac of the Gu family."
"Brother Wei, don't talk, don't talk. When Brother Mu gets angry, we won't be able to win the Shu brocade this year. When you leave the palace, turn right and I'll treat you to... candied haws."
Wei Feng still wanted to explain a few words, but Si Hu hurriedly hugged him and pulled him away.
With a dry mouth, Xu Mu drank a few sips of tea before slowly calming down.
"Wen Long, according to what Wei Feng said, this big green should be from the Western Regions."
In the Central Plains, there is no custom of tying trees with red ribbons. For example, his princess Jiang Caiwei just hung a bronze mirror on a tree to protect those who traveled far away from home safely.
"It should be." Jia Zhou nodded, "Although it is a bit coincidental, but now, this seems to be an opportunity. If that Zhang Dacui is from Zhenlan City, the Silk Road mentioned by the Lord will begin to have a clue. .”
"Wenlong, you've been delayed in Liangzhou for too long."
Doing the math, it has been nearly four months since the beginning of spring. Letters came from Chengdu, and even Li Xiaowan's belly began to slowly swell.
"My lord, don't worry, Dacui will enter Liangzhou soon. I was worried before that it was related to Queen Su, but now it seems that if it is really related, this chess piece will not be kept until now."
This sentence sounded a little strange to Xu Mu. But he could also guess that the name Zhang Dacui must have been chosen casually, as it always reminded people of a girl who pickled sauerkraut.
"Wen Long, you don't know. Back then, I led a group of reckless men to beg for their lives in troubled times. But now, I see them, one or two, starting to have families and branching out. The bottom of my heart , although I am happy, I am also reluctant to give up.”
"My lord is missing the living head that used to lick the blood from the knife's edge."
"It doesn't count. Before I met Wen Long, although life was very difficult at that time, everyone was a real tough guy. They fought their way out with the swords and guns in their hands."
It is true that the young marquis appreciates him, but he and his people are all reckless men who cannot be used in a big way. How can they get into the eyes of noble people step by step.
This is the way the world is. If you want to pick up large pieces of meat and bones, you must hold your chopsticks firmly first.
"Wenlong, why don't you also renew your relationship?"
Xu Mu was just trying to make fun of him, but in front of him, Jia Zhou's expression was calm.
"My lord, I have no such intention."
"Why?"
"I have an appointment with my old wife. Whoever dies first will be equal in hell. If I look for another house and end up in hell in the future, I will feel ashamed."
"Jia Wenlong is praised by Confucian scholars all over the world."
Jia Zhou smiled and said, "I just have to wait for the day when my lord competes for hegemony, and then I, an old Confucian, can be regarded as a famous figure in the world."
"In this case, Wenlong and I join hands and step by step towards the promise of peace and prosperity."
"I would like to follow my lord."
The two masters and subordinates raised their hands to hold each other in the palace of Liangzhou City. These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are filled with the wishes of many heroes and heroes.
