Today, a strange thing happened at the inn in Jingyefang in the south of the city.
It was so early in the morning that there was no time to sweep, and even the front door was only open, and a group of weirdos were swept in like a whirlwind.
The leader was a short-haired Taoist priest riding a donkey, leading a yellow-faced boy on a horse, with a young scholar on the horse.
This group of people were covered in mud, dead branches and leaves, and looked like wild boys who had been chased three streets by a big goose.
After entering the room, he did nothing else but covered his head and fell asleep. He didn't get up after noon.
Hey! I went to the inn early in the morning and slept as if I was reincarnated. The shopkeeper has been running an inn for decades, but this is the first time he has seen it.
He told this matter to an acquaintance of his guests.
"Did you meet 'that'?" The guest pointed in a certain direction, but his words were unclear.
"Oh, where can I be?" Another drinker next to him was more open-minded, "How can I survive if I encounter that village..."
Having said this, stop immediately.
The wooden stairs creaked, and a short-haired Taoist priest walked up.
The Taoist priest chose a seat near the window and ordered a large table of wine and food. After eating a few mouthfuls, he called the waiter over and said the word of caution.
"Little brother, has anything strange happened recently?"
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"The Taoist priest is joking. The wedding is approaching and it is a day for everyone to celebrate. Where is the strange thing?"
The waiter smiled sweetly, but his words were not entirely honest. Li Changan understood it and didn't expose it. Instead, he followed the tone and asked:
"Good day? What good day?"
"Of course it's the Qiqiao Festival!" The waiter's voice suddenly rose to a higher pitch, and he was full of energy from the inside out. "Taoist Master, you must see it tonight! The Qiqiao Festival here is different from other places, it is lively. There are many, there will be a lantern festival tonight?"
"Look..." The waiter motioned Li Changan to look out the window. He saw several oxcarts coming onto the street, loaded with silks and lanterns, and several servants dressed as hanging them along the street.
"Tsk tsk! This Niubancheng is really rich. In order to please the Weaver Girl, she will think of any way!" The waiter shook his head and said, "It's also his luck. If it was me who bumped into the Weaver Girl descending to earth..."
What would happen if the second brother didn't say it was him? But it's clear from his whimsical expression.
"Mother Zhinu? Half a city of cows?"
Li Changan was a little concerned when he heard it. He was about to ask more questions when suddenly there was a noise downstairs.
Not long after, a group of men carrying knives and swords swarmed out of the stairs. The men dispersed after going upstairs, and a rich middle-aged man wearing silk clothes emerged.
The rich middle-aged man glanced around the hall, and the hall that had been noisy just now suddenly became silent. He suddenly walked to the nearest table.
There were several strong men sitting on that seat, all with their breasts exposed, and they were making noises while talking. They were all the widows of the boss and the young ladies from the west. Their tone and expression were like those of a fighting cock, and they were probably from the street. The prankster on.
But as soon as these men with swords and swords came up, the gangsters suddenly changed from fighting cocks to plague chickens. When the rich middle-aged people approached, each one seemed to be sitting on a red-hot iron plate. After a while, they couldn't hold it anymore. They stood up with their shoulders hunched and their chests closed. Just when they were about to beg for mercy and give up their seats, the middle-aged man shook out from his arms. Here comes the portrait.
"Have you ever seen the person in the painting?"
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Young man? White face and no beard? Riding a pony?
Li Changan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."
The middle-aged man sighed, cupped his hands, and carried a group of guards downstairs in low spirits. He had just asked everyone present, but no one had seen the young master riding a pony.
This group of people had just left.
The scholar covered his face with his sleeves, lowered his head, and walked over furtively.
As soon as he sat down, Li Changan joked: "No one suspected it at first, but the young master behaves like this, isn't it self-inflicted?"
"Huh?" The scholar blinked and looked around, seeing that no one in the room was paying attention to him. After thinking for a while, I finally looked down at myself. I was still wearing the same dirty Confucian uniform as yesterday. How could I look like a young man?
He breathed a sigh of relief and finally lowered his sleeves.
"To be honest, I..."
"No need to say more!"
Li Changan waved his hand. He never liked hearing other people's nonsense, so he just poured a cup of tea for the scholar.
"Thank you." The scholar thought Li Changan was considerate of him, thanked him repeatedly, and was about to take it.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the tea, and then someone sat down on the seat next to him.
It’s not Feifei, but who is it?
"Scholar, I heard what the people below said..." Feifei leaned his face closer, his smile full of mischief, "...they are looking for a pony rider..."
"Keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!" The scholar waved his hands repeatedly.
Feifei smiled evilly and continued.
"At first glance, those people come from wealthy families..."
As he spoke, he looked at the scholar. Not to mention, I couldn't see clearly last night. Now that I've washed my face, I can see that this scholar looks quite handsome.
"...Tell me, did you take other people's money? Or did you steal other people's people? Or did you get both people and wealth?"
"Young Master is joking." The scholar sighed and told the truth with some hesitation, "I am... I ran away from home!"
Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up.
Ouch! You ran away from home too!
All of a sudden, the two of them seemed to have found a soulmate. They exchanged cups and cups between words, as if they were both fallen from the world.
"I have never liked studying since I was a child, but my father forced me to study hard and get a reputation. But in today's world, what's the use of being an official..."
"Yes, yes, yes! What's the point of reading...the difference between yin and yang, men and women having different behaviors...that's nonsense! It's much more fun to wield a sword!"
The two talked for a while, becoming more and more excited as they talked, but suddenly they both turned to look at Li Changan.
"Taoist priest, what about you?"
"I?"
Li Changan had just thought about how comfortable he was, but he didn't expect that the topic would suddenly come to him.
"A monk has no worries, where do all these worries come from..." Li Changan raised his wine glass, "... let's talk about tonight's lantern festival."
He drank it all in one gulp and smiled freely and freely, but his mood under the smile was as cold as the wine in the glass.
Which child has never violated the expectations of his parents and family?
The scholar's family hopes that he will study and become an official.
Feifei's father hopes that he will give up the idea of becoming a thief.
As for Li Changan himself...
He sighed imperceptibly.
If you think about it carefully, he has even lower expectations than the scholar and Feifei. If those who have high expectations are still there, I am afraid they will be disappointed even more.
Chang'an, Chang'an...
Didn't he fail to do even this small thing?
