In the hinterland of the Central Plains, where the great rivers are located, there is the city of Kaifeng, which means opening the territory and sealing the land. This city connects two turbulent rivers in the north and south. It has fertile grain and grass, and particularly convenient water and land transportation. It has a long history and has nurtured ancient culture. It has been passed down to this day and can be regarded as the thousand-year-old source of China's China. It has a long history.
Not to mention the previous Wei Dynasty, several dynasties have established their capitals here since there are documented records. It controls Dameng in the north, diverts rivers to the south, controls mountains and rivers in the west, overlooks Mount Tai in the east, and the thoroughfare of Jiuzhou. In addition, it is surrounded by mountains that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.
If Emperor Tianwen, the founder of the dynasty and the founder of the dynasty, had not raised troops in the northwest and established the country earlier than the ancient capital that was originally called Xibo and is now called Chang'an, he would have fought against all odds to make the capital here, borrowing the advantage of the previous dynasty. Thousands of years of luck are used to nourish the country.
Even so, Emperor Tianwen still made this place his capital. Since the founding of the country, the five emperors have spent a month or two in early autumn every year here to handle government affairs.
As soon as the hour came, the Chenzhou Gate in the south of Kaifeng City slowly opened amidst the shouts of the gate captain. Two ancient and thick city gates stretched to both sides with a creaking sound. The gate captain stood in the middle and did not know how to move. With his few sounds
"Start" means the mission is over, but he draws out the yellow flag, which depicts the ancient mythical beast Enlightenment, with a body similar to a tiger and nine heads, all with human faces. He waved it a few times, and when he wandered back to the right, he looked at the street pavilion and outside the city wall. Groups of buying and selling caravans drove in mule carts or camels, carrying boxes and bags of goods, and it was very lively.
The city gate captain started shouting loudly again,
"On the left side of the caravan, on the right side of the individual travelers, look after the camels and mules. Please dispose of the feces yourself." Wrapped in the procession entering the city, a strange trio of people, one man and two women, two older and one younger, entered the city in a crowded crowd.
The reason why I say it is weird is mainly because each of these three people attracts more attention than the last. At first, a girl was neatly and neatly dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a pretty face. She was carrying a bamboo cage that was completely inconsistent with her height. She was carrying a sanxian and a flag with black characters on a white background. She submitted a letter.
"Begging for food with your mouth" are four powerful characters. I have to say that those four big Chinese characters are really penetrating and penetrating. Anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that they must have been written by a master of pen and ink. The characters can be said to be like dragons flying, snakes moving, luan drifting and phoenix floating.
But paired with this beggar girl, the elegance and vulgarity are really out of tune. There was a man and a woman behind the girl. The woman was hunched over, holding an old bamboo stick that was as thick as half an arm. The top was slippery, and the rivets on the bottom were polished.
A face as dry as tree bark, and the bundled white hair was still very messy, and he followed the girl step by step.
The tall man who was only half a step behind was wearing a white coat and a black cloak. He had two scars on his closed eyes.
The character "eight" is written on the face from the center of the eyebrow to the cheekbone, which is quite shocking. After thinking about it, he also knew that his face would cause discomfort to others. The man, who was much taller than the hunchbacked old woman, always lowered his head slightly, letting the hair on his forehead cover the terrible scar.
As expected, these strange three people naturally attracted the attention of the city gate captain - not the city gate guard.
Begging for food with your mouth, or you are a storyteller. With one mouth, your tongue can shine like lotus flowers throughout the ages, and with one mouthful of embroidered mouth, you can cover thousands of years before and after.
Or he is a beggar who begs on the street to make a living. The Chengmen Wei who hangs around in the market and deals with these three religions and nine schools every day has only developed a good trick. He is very accurate in reading people. His eyes are so vicious and his mind is so delicate. Just by looking at it, he can tell that this is definitely not the case. Storyteller.
You must know that although storytellers belong to the ninth rank among the nine, some of them still call themselves Confucian scholars. They have a scholarly character and are so noble and upright that they would never wear embroidered clothes so arrogantly during the day. They are very noble.
That's the beggar. But how can this be a cloth banner that ordinary beggars can wear? There are tens of thousands of Beggar Clan disciples scattered all over the Zhou Dynasty. Even those old beggars who can lead a few young beggars to beg for food do not dare to show off in such a blatant and high-profile manner. In other words, it is not that they dare not, but that they cannot .
Unless this person has reached a very high status in the Beggar Clan. However, this city gate captain, who is used to seeing many nobles and dignitaries at the city gate every day, naturally knows that as a beggar, who is the least popular among the lower classes, even if he looks like a dog to others all day long, But the hierarchy is also very detailed. The superiors and inferiors are not much worse than the nine-rank official system in the imperial court. The divisions of gang leaders and disciples, elders and protectors, dirty clothes and clean clothes are all classified in detail.
The Chengmen Lieutenant couldn't think of what kind of beggar he could be, who could hang such a cloth banner in the market like those fortune tellers.
When the city gate captain's thoughts were racing, the three girls had already entered the city gate. They waved their hands and took two boxes from the cage on their backs.
However, the tall man reached out to help her take out a clay bowl. The girl took it with her backhand, but she curled her lips and snorted unhappily. She ignored the tall man's help and looked very angry.
Attracted by the actions of these two people, Chengmen Wei went to look at the man who stood out among the crowd. Seeing that he kept his head lowered, coupled with the girl's swagger, this Chengmen Wei, who was over forty and an old man, came out. Looking at the street pavilion, he winked at the city gate guard who was checking the customs clearance experience.
I have been following this city gate guard for many years, so this city gate guard naturally understands and his men are faster.
When the girl led the old woman and the tall man to the front, he listened carefully and muttered something in her mouth. After a brief identification, he knew that it was Luo Lilian that beggars could sing. With the clay bowl in his hand, he really became the city gate captain. speculation.
"What are you doing?" The city gate guard didn't even raise his head. He took the certificate handed over by the old woman and looked through it carefully. He paused obviously at the last one, looked up at the three people one by one, and asked: "Wuxian ?" Regarding this slightly derogatory title, the city gate guard did not hide it.
The old woman opened her mouth with a grin. She did not have the neat rows of white teeth that she should have at this age, but they were very conspicuous. She said: "Master Jun, I am here to visit relatives and find someone." The Great Zhou Dynasty came to the country, surrounded by countless vassal states, and Kaifeng was the accompanying capital. It is normal for there to be some foreigners in such a big city.
The city gate guard looked at the body carefully, then looked at the three people, his eyes stayed on the girl, and asked: "A beggar?" The girl just curled her lips, very disgusted with the repeated insults of the city gate guard, even like just now When dealing with tall men
He didn't even bother to say "Humph" to him, he just rolled his eyes, which looked even more adorable with his young and tender face.
The city gate guard immediately lost his temper. Instead of being angry, he smiled and said: "Hey, little girl, what do you mean by the movie? Did you shame me for asking for routine questions?" Just as the old woman was about to explain, the city gate guard had already reached out to grab her. On the girl's shoulder, it seemed that he wanted to pull the girl aside and teach her a lesson.
It's just that when my hand is halfway out, it's hard to get even an inch. The old woman's back was even more hunched, as if she couldn't see, and she moved to the side.
Even if it is called
The tall man, who was not even angry yet, suddenly made a move, as casually as an iron pincer, making the city gate guard unable to move.
The conflict here naturally attracted the attention of the people around him, but it didn't cause a commotion yet. The tall man raised his head, revealing two terrifying scars piercing his eyes.
The city gate guard took a step back, obviously a little scared. His hands shook in horror, and the three body certificates fell down.
Naturally, Chengmen Wei was also frightened by these two terrible scars. The same thing also reminded him of some past events.
An old story. The memory is blurry. Seven years ago, there was a blind man from Fuying... He didn't dare to think about it any more. The Chengmen Wei who had been around for several years hurriedly bent down to pick up the two pictures. He Xiaocha and Li Rang quickly turned over it and looked carefully at the white picture that was different from the dim yellow in Dazhou. Wasn't that name the name that caused a bloody storm in Dazhou seven years ago?
He sings and forgets his worries. The city gate captain stammered,
"He... Wage Tai..." Wage Wangyou smiled softly, stopped his hand and lowered his head again,
"Master Jun, I asked an old friend to lead me to the capital. I just wanted to meet an old friend when I passed by Kaifeng, okay?" Chengmen Lieutenant swallowed his saliva, but his words were still unformed, as if his tongue was tied, and he couldn't even say his name. , blindly repeating things that even the subordinates around him didn’t understand.
The three words "Wakata". The city gate guard still wanted to speak, but the stuttering but discerning city gate guard pushed him aside, respectfully handed the experience back to the old woman, bit his tongue before saying
"Okay", obviously it is impossible to say anything else. Waka Wangyou held on to his name and was called
The girl from "Little Tea" said slowly: "Apologise." Shocked by the respectful manner of his immediate boss, the city gate guard obviously didn't react and was a little dazed for a moment.
Hege Wangyou's tone was still calm. If it weren't for the two scars that simply added a terrifying atmosphere to him, it would be an exaggeration to say that he was a Confucian scholar. He said softly: "This is my friend, the leader." My friend who went to the capital, you can't say that she is begging for food." It was a gloomy day today, and the cold spring still made her look nervous. The Chengmen Lieutenant was sweating profusely, and without caring about the surprised or puzzled looks of the people around him, he turned around and kicked In fact, he kicked the city gate guard who did such a short-sighted thing after being given the opportunity by himself, and pressed his neck. He also humbly bowed down, and instantly remembered the name he just experienced in his mind. He said extremely respectfully: "I'm sorry Miss He. I was lax in my management and contradicted Miss He with my words. If..." A set of extremely general words of modesty fell into Xiaocha's ears. This time, she curled her lips and snorted, Holding the clay bowl and walking away.
The old woman followed closely as if it had nothing to do with herself. Hege Wangyou, who came across the sea on a turtle, tightened his black cloak, stopped listening to the gate captain's chatter, and hurried to follow.
It wasn't until the elders and the younger ones had gone away that the city gate captain straightened up, helped up the city gate guard who was kneeling on the ground and was complaining, and without feeling any embarrassment, ordered his other men to continue exploring, dragging the city gate guard who was already cursing a little. The guard came in to look at the street pavilion.
"Boss." That's what the military would call their immediate superiors in private. The city gate guard said angrily: "Who is that person, and he asked me to kneel down? Why is Wuxian so awesome?" The city gate guard was also very impressive. , I am so condescending, this city gate guard is really a fool. Even if he doesn't know the other party's identity, he can still guess his status. Why is he still talking such nonsense here?
It's really annoying. The city gate captain slapped the city gate guard on the shoulder and cursed: "Damn it, who did you say that is? Then he is the Japanese crown prince. What happened seven years ago, you will never see him again." Have you heard of Changmao? Even the patron king came forward to protect the person, you don't know?" Apparently he didn't know much about this old thing, the young city gate guard looked confused and provoked The captain came to the city gate and cursed.
The city gate captain said: "Okay, I'll ask Lao Zhangtou to do some eye-catching in a while, gather a few merchants, and take you to a restaurant in the evening to get rid of bad luck. Follow me and you won't let your kneeling down for a while." Still thinking about it. The city gate guard who was wondering who Waka Wangyou was quickly turned from anger to joy, and naturally he was flattering.
It seems that the county magistrate is not as good as taking charge now. This drinking party is worth more than a beating.
