When Han Ling took out two customs clearance certificates and prepared to enter the city, Sikong Yuechui was standing on the wall of Clarion City, looking at the scenery in the city with a telescope.
"Let him continue." Sikong Yuechui held the telescope in one hand and pinched the yellow jade hanging on his chest with the other. "This little thing is quite new, but it is also really interesting. Standing on the tower, you can take in all the scenery in the city. Keep your eyes peeled. Zhang Wu is such a considerate person."
Zhang Wuchang smiled sheepishly, raised his foot and kicked the old farmer who was kneeling on the ground: "Speak quickly!"
The old farmer shook his head and kowtowed, and repeated what he had seen: "I was drinking that day, went the wrong way, and got home late, so..." He was afraid of making the team leader in front of him angry again, so he hurriedly spoke faster. Quickly, "I was at the door of Lao Wu's house and saw a man who looked very much like the one on the wanted poster! He was holding someone in his arms and was covered in blood... Later, later, someone showed up and took them Take it away, right there on Ninth Street! It’s one of those flower restaurants!”
After he finished speaking, he looked around and then lowered his head in fear. Sikong Yuechui didn't say anything, but Wu Zhang kicked him a few more times and shouted, "Don't hide it! Tell me everything else you saw!"
The old farmer was lying on the ground, shouting: "Sir! My wish, my lord!" Seeing Wu Chang Zhang raising his foot and stepping down again, Sikong Yuechuan stretched out a hand to stop her.
"You saw that it was the people from Ninth Street who rescued 'Han Ling', right?" Seeing the old farmer kowtow, he laughed and turned to Zhang Wu Chang, "Okay, I'll go to Ninth Street to take a look. One glance. Roufu, please change your clothes and come with me."
It was just getting dark at that time, and Ninth Street was bustling with activity. At a glance, there are storytellers, singers, jugglers, magicians...all kinds of worldly things and all kinds of market entertainment. Sikong Yuechui and Zhang Roufu walked arm in arm through a theater, and the storyteller outside the door was talking enthusiastically:
"It is said that there was a rotten scholar in Yongcheng who was over fifty years old and had no family yet. He only made a living by copying books. This rotten scholar copied too many story books and read too many stories, so he felt that he could write the same story."
"It just so happened that there was a strange woman in the north of Yongcheng, who was famous at that time. The woman's surname was Mei, her origin was unknown, and she was a kind person who was rare to see in a hundred years. The good person Mei opened a book school and a kindergarten in Yongcheng. We only accept women and teach them how to read and write."
"Yongcheng is poor and poor. The family is willing to raise the baby girls after they are born. It is already compassionate. How can they expect to "study" or "become an official"? Mei Shanren does not comply. She wants those girls to study. , did not hesitate to sell their property and open schools, in order to prevent them from living their whole lives just as wives. In order to let some children from poor families study, Mei Shanren once broke into the girl's home alone and had sex with her alcoholic father. Argue with reason. Over time, everyone in Yongcheng will know the deeds of Mei Shanren."
"The furu took advantage of the fact that he was from the same hometown as Mei Shanren, so he was so bold that he ran to Mei Shanren's school and said that he would write a book and biography for her. The good man agreed, and when he came, he warned the furu sternly: 'Be aware that you will be here soon. The spread of my deeds is not to praise me, but so that more people can join me in saving these dolls."
"Half a year later, Fu Ru really wrote a storybook, and he was so brazen that he used Mei Shanren's name as the title of the book. People flocked in to see Mei Shanren's deeds, but they never thought that the storybook was really bloody. It rains on my head and the stench is unbearable.”
"It turns out that the rotten scholar was jealous of Mei Shanren's noble character, so he attributed all the good deeds of the good person to her husband who died early. He also talked shamelessly, confuse right and wrong, and kept referring to deer as horses in his storybook - he was obviously married to her by her family in an arbitrary manner. Although the little girl's family is obviously poor, he wants to write that the little girl escapes from school and spends a lot of money. Anyone who reads these ridiculous plots will sneer. This The rotten scholars are still complacent and proud of themselves."
"Last year in the twelfth lunar month, Fu Ru was found frozen to death in his house. His corpse smelled terrible. Everyone in Yongcheng applauded him. Fu Ru had no offspring. In the end, it was Mei Shanren who raised funds to help him be buried."
When Sikong Yuechuan heard this, he turned to look at Zhang Roufu and asked, "Roufu, what do you think?"
Zhang Roufu changed into a neat blue-grey plain clothes at this time, and her beautiful face was filled with joy. She stood next to Sikong Yuechui, who was dressed in yellow, like a magpie on a branch: "The corrupt scholar deserves his punishment. If he falls into my hands, I will definitely give him a few more kicks. But this story is not uncommon, Lord Sikong. Any ideas?"
Sikong Yue unfolded the folding fan and smiled softly: "I agree with your behavior, Roufu, you acted chivalrously and righteously. You did the right thing. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must be obedient and must not forget what you said today."
Zhang Roufu nodded vigorously, her eyes full of admiration for Sikong Yuechui: "Absolutely not! I will never forget what Brother Sikong said!"
The two of them walked past the Storytelling Building and continued walking deeper into Ninth Street. After passing through the bustling crowd and admiring the surrounding lanterns and brilliant fire trees, the two of them walked all the way to Qinxian Bridge in the middle of Ninth Street. At this time, a firework just happened to rise in the sky.
Zhang Roufu stared at the sky and smiled happily. Sikong Yue looked down at the slowly falling ashes of the fireworks and covered her face with a fan: "The child is thinking about me, and the clothes are wading through the water. If the child does not think about me, there is no one else? The madness of a crazy boy. This Qinxian Bridge, or is that what you mean?"
Zhang Roufu didn't know why and asked: "What are you crazy about? Does the second brother mean that I didn't perform well today? My mother always said that I am crazy..."
Sikong Yue smiled lightly and said nothing. He raised his hand, put away the fan, then raised the fan and stretched it out in front of himself.
"Xiao Yushi, what do you think?"
Opposite the crowd, under the fireworks tree, Xiao Lan, dressed in blue, looked cold. He raised his hand. He had just finished setting off the sky lanterns and was looking up at the Kongming lanterns slowly floating in the sky.
When he heard Sikong Yuechui's inquiry, he didn't want to pay attention at all. He just pursed his lips tightly and let the light of the Kongming Lantern floating in the air shine on his face.
Seeing that Xiao Lan was unwilling to pay attention to him, Sikong Yuechui let go of Zhang Roufu's hand and walked to Xiao Lan's side.
"Why don't you say anything, Yushi Xiao? Let me guess, what is the wish you put on your sky lantern?"
"Could it be... related to Tai-Guan Shan?"
Xiao Lan was furious, turned around and glared at Sikong Yuechui, and said word by word: "Sikong Er, if you dare to mention your name like this again, I will punish you for the crime of disrespect!"
Sikong Yuechui covered his face with a folding fan: "Master Yushi is so indifferent... In this case, you probably don't need the information in my hand anymore."
