At noon, Changsha City is in sight.
In Changsha City in winter, a vast and heavy stroke cuts off the sky.
There is a star in the sky called Changsha Star. There is a city directly below it, hence the name Changsha City.
Time passes quickly, but stars remain forever. The three types of city wall masonry, gray and black, are built with bloody history. Standing on the east bank of the Xiang River, the majestic walls of this city silently tell the story of the years.
The west wind was blowing strongly, so there should have been few pedestrians and no merchants coming out. But when the sky fell, it was expected that the guards would be snoozing and the soldiers would go to war.
But today for some unknown reason, the city gate was quite lively.
There are a lot of people, especially porters. Wearing straw sandals, they looked bitter from the cold, but they pretended to be happy and walked toward the city carrying loads of red suitcases.
There were a few servants in brocade uniforms with beaming faces, standing at the gate of the city to welcome the visitors, wandering around and enjoying themselves; when they turned their faces, they looked at the porters with a different look on their faces, scolding and even beating them at every turn.
There were also some heroes in the world, holding all kinds of weapons with blood stains in their hands, but with forced friendly smiles on their faces. After showing their tokens, they nodded to the people in brocade uniforms who were welcoming the guests, and filed into the city.
Occasionally there are officials and squires arriving in sedan chairs. They often call the horses to stop in advance, lift the curtains, poke their heads out, take a look at Changsha City, glance at the crowd, sigh with emotion, and casually want to recite a sour poem. As he resigned, the ink in He's stomach was completely wiped out by last night's delicacies. Good sentences are hard to come by, witty words are hard to find, so I have to give up. The meaning is still not finished, so I can only urge the coachman to hurry into the city.
Ye Wumian witnessed this splendid and prosperous scene, but he didn't like it, and was vaguely disgusted. He thought to himself: "Today is only a three-nine day, not a festival. Why is Changsha City such a bustling mess?"
Seeing that there were many boxes with the word "囍" hanging open on them, he realized: "It turns out that someone is getting married. But I don't know what kind of person is getting married, and can alert so many people! They are doing it to save face." "
He thought that it would be none of his business to get married. His only wish was to quickly enter the city and see the young lady, and that would be enough.
When he arrived at the city gate and was about to go in, a servant in brocade uniforms missed the flow of people, walked up to him, and said with a smile: "Girl, do you have an invitation?"
Ye Wumian shook his head and said, "I'm just going to the city, I don't have an invitation."
The servant's smile suddenly disappeared. He flicked his sleeves and shook his head indifferently: "You are not allowed to enter the city without an invitation."
Ye Wumian looked at him and said, "I've never heard that you need an invitation when entering the city, but there is one in the road guide."
The servant in Jinfu snorted: "I won't look at the directions today, only the invitations! If there are no invitations, please return quickly!"
He waved his hand, and two soldiers with fat bodies and strong armor came up from behind the city gate. The swords in their hands were shining brightly, and they were all white; Take action to subdue.
Ye Wumian thought for a while and had to give up the idea of entering the city for the time being.
The two sergeants were naturally nothing to be afraid of, but the one city sergeant represented behind the two sergeants was particularly terrifying. He is someone who has experienced government encirclement and suppression, and knows best the power of the organized army.
He smiled, cupped his fists at the servant in Jinfu and said, "Young lady, you are being rude. But may I ask, what is the reason for such martial law in the city today?"
A hero in the crowd interjected: "Little sister, you don't know this? Today is a great day for the grandson of Prince Ji of Changsha to get married. All the famous people from Ji'an Prefecture in Hunan and Jiangxi are here to attend."
Before Ye Wumian could react, the servant in brocade attire waved his hand and said, "Since you don't have an invitation, please leave quickly. Don't occupy the wedding path and block the happiness!"
Ye Wumian hugged the hero who interrupted and walked away expressionlessly.
The joy of a family occupies a whole city. Neither the gate nor the city can be entered.
Is this the way the world is in the world?
He looked back at the densely packed sentry posts on the city wall and knew that he couldn't break through forcefully, so he had to find another way.
In the suburbs, there is a small road leading to Changsha City.
The pines and cypresses are green, and the forest is still green after winter.
A martial arts swordsman with a curly beard and thick eyebrows rides a big yellow horse with a nine-ring machete on his back. The horse gallops on the path. From time to time, he picks up a wine bottle, takes a few sips, and laughs with great ease.
In the midst of my passion, I saw a beautiful and delicate little maid on the side of the road, holding a tree with one hand and burying her head in tears.
Although his face was not visible, his delicate body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was filled with grief that could not be concealed.
The swordsman's smile stopped for a moment. He quickly reined in the horse's head, turned over and dismounted, and approached the little maid cautiously, for fear of startling her.
Let me ask: "Little sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying on the roadside here, but what injustice happened to you?"
As he spoke, he took the knife off his back and waved it twice, causing a buzzing sound.
"Tell my brother! If someone bullies you, my brother will use this nine-ring machete to chop off their heads and use them as a chamber pot for you."
When the maid saw the machete, she panicked and took a few steps back.
Seemingly seeing that the swordsman had no intention of harming others, he looked sad and cried: "There is no injustice in my family, and no one bullies me, let alone using a human head as a chamber pot."
The swordsman was puzzled for a moment, so he poured a few sips of wine, which was so spicy that he let out a sigh and burped the wine: "In that case, why are you crying like a bird on the roadside here? It disturbs the uncle's interest, hum! "
When he turned around to leave, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.
The swordsman turned his head and saw the maid's face, which I felt pity for.
"Brother, please allow me to report this: I am a servant of someone in the city. I left the city a few days ago to visit relatives in the countryside, and I made an agreement with my master to come back today. But when I came today, the gate of the city was already guarded. I heard that It is the wedding of the grandson of King Ji, and no one is allowed in without an invitation.
How can a little girl from a humble background get an invitation? Seeing that the appointment with the host was about to expire, I couldn't get into the city to keep the appointment on time. If the return date is missed, the master will be annoyed and the slave's wages will be deducted. My family was already poor, and this made it even worse, so I cried bitterly in this impoverished situation! "
After the maid finished speaking, she cried bitterly again, making the listeners cry and the listeners sad.
The swordsman took a sip of wine and finished it. He spit out the smell of alcohol and laughed loudly: "What do you think it is? It turns out it is such a trivial matter! Isn't this difficult to handle?"
As he said that, the swordsman threw away the wine bottle, touched his arms, took out an invitation, handed it into the maid's hand, and said: "I was unhappy when I received this bird invitation: What auspicious king, The Chicken King, his humble grandson is getting married, and he has to work for me to go to the banquet?"
He chuckled and said: "Okay now, I happen to meet someone who needs this invitation, so I won't condescend to you. Forget it, just take my invitation and go into the city. I'll go back the way I came. Let’s continue drinking at home.”
As the swordsman said, he got on his horse and started to drive away.
The maid hurriedly said: "Brother, you gave me the invitation, what about you?"
"What a shame!" The swordsman took off another wine flask from his waist and took a sip. "Didn't I just say that I would go back the way I came?"
After saying that, the swordsman laughed loudly, galloped away, and sang a few lines of poetry leisurely.
"The emperor couldn't get on the ship, so he claimed that he was a wine-drinking immortal!"
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?"
