The Yuan Dynasty is approaching, and the frost will kill all the grass!
The season that should have frosted the world.
A cold rain was inadvertently swept into the world by the biting wind, drifting back and forth involuntarily.
In the twilight.
Kyoto and Chang'an City of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The endless ancient city wall stretches as far as the eye can see like a horned dragon lying on the ground, and as far as the eye can see is like a black blade gently cutting open the sky and the earth.
The sky is getting dark, and the city gate is about to close in another hour.
On the broad official road in front of the south city gate, a caravan slowly arrived.
The captain guarding the gate had discovered the caravan a long time ago and only glanced at it, his expression slightly irritated.
Those who work in front of the door dislike the weather the most.
At this time, winter has already entered, and the wind is biting and cold. In recent days, the weather has been unfavorable and it has started to rain lightly.
The biting cold wind carries the icy rain, which inevitably makes people feel depressed when they hit the body.
When the captain saw that the caravan was still moving slowly, an evil fire arose in his heart for no reason, and he turned to wink at the soldiers on the side.
The soldiers on the left and right understood and immediately stood in line, holding spears and spears to block the city entrance.
The people who were entering and leaving the city gate hurriedly stayed away and stood at a distance, despite the wind, rain and cold, and stopped to watch and discuss.
The caravan moved forward slowly.
The captain's face became even more ugly.
Although the sky was getting darker and darker, and the vision was gradually blurring, as the caravan got closer, the people in front of the door finally saw the appearance of the caravan clearly.
There were more than ten cars and horses in the caravan. Only the first two cars were equipped with carriages, and the carriages were old and poorly decorated. The carriages and horses in the back were even more poor. A group of rugged old horses were harnessed to the carts, and the carts were simply Wrap it in several layers of oil paper and tighten it with hemp rope to prevent the contents of the car from getting wet from rain.
There was only one driver in the entire caravan, wearing a raincoat and a hat.
Occasionally, he waved his dark riding crop, just to avoid passing pedestrians.
Fortunately, although the old horse was thin, it was very obedient and followed the first two carriages in an orderly manner.
The common people who stopped under the city gate pointed at the caravan when they saw it looked so shabby and shabby. They all laughed and said that this was not a caravan at all, but more like a down-and-out family fleeing from famine.
The captain guarding the gate had a frosty face, turned a deaf ear to the people's comments, and felt greatly disappointed.
The coachman had already seen the situation in front of the city gate clearly. He hurriedly stabilized the convoy before reaching the city gate and jumped out of the car. His eyesight was still good, so he got off the carriage and ran straight to the captain, with a flattering smile on his face, nodding and bowing.
The captain was unmoved.
The driver tried his best to lift his bamboo hat so that he could see his face clearly, and said in a respectful tone: "Master, thank you for your hard work! Master, you have worked hard!"
The lieutenant looked at the motorcade with a cold face and frowned: "Your accent is not from my Zhou Dynasty. Who are the people in the carriage?"
The coachman hurriedly replied in poor Zhou Yayan: "Come back to Master, we are coming from South Vietnam. The carriages behind are filled with virtuous and ancient books, and the people in the carriage are all knowledgeable scholars."
The captain stared at the carriage and remained silent.
When the coachman saw this, he understood that the captain wanted to get some benefits and was deliberately making things difficult.
But he was in a bit of a dilemma. He had been away from home for more than half a year since he took this job, and he didn't have much gold and silver left. How could he still have money to manage these soldiers?
"Ha~"
When the coachman was in trouble, a lazy yawn suddenly came from behind, which made people feel very uncomfortable and seemed to be provocative.
The captain frowned and turned to look at the first car.
The coachman was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth and cursed his employer for being ignorant of the world, but his face did not show any dissatisfaction. He was afraid that his employer would offend the school captain, so he quickly explained with a flattering smile: "That's the young gentleman who just woke up from his sleep. No offense intended." , Sir, don’t be surprised.”
The captain nodded and glanced at the coachman with an ambiguous look in his eyes, the meaning of which was obvious.
The coachman understood, but he still whispered in embarrassment: "I have been away from home for half a year, and all the gold and silver I brought with me have long been used up. The owner of the car is just a few poor scholars..."
The school captain didn't wait for the coachman to finish his words, and his face immediately darkened. He looked at him with a sinister look on his face, his eyes gleaming with coldness. He said coldly: "I just received the order from Yi today. He has been patrolling the south for many days. I am about to return to the imperial court in the near future. If you come to my country at this time, you could be spies and assassins sent by the Yue Kingdom!"
Once this statement comes out, there is no room for negotiation.
The coachman's mind was confused, his calves were a little weak, and he hurriedly shouted: "Master Jun, you are wronged! I am an honest man, I have been driving for a lifetime, how dare I do such an unnatural thing!"
The captain just treated him with cold eyes. How could he not know that the other party was wronged? It was just that he had long disliked the caravan and had the intention to make things difficult for him. He snorted and turned his back and ignored him.
The soldiers on the left and right could no longer hold back and immediately stepped forward to surround the two cars in front. Some soldiers came to the back with spears and stabbed at the oil paper.
Just in time.
"Hey!" There was a crisp sound.
It sounds like gold and iron.
The car curtain was not opened, and the oil paper was not punctured.
The spear in the soldier's hand was broken out of thin air, and the remaining half of the spear fell to the ground.
The captain didn't see the specific situation and thought they were at odds with each other, so his expression changed and he turned around hastily.
He turned around and saw the soldiers with dull faces, staring blankly at the broken spears in their hands, not knowing why.
at the same time.
The movement in front of the gate directly alerted the crossbowmen on the city wall. A row of crossbows suddenly set out from the city wall, aiming at the caravan, ready to go.
Naturally, the coachman also saw the spear broken. He trembled all over, thinking that he must not antagonize those military lords, otherwise he would not escape death.
So he tried to calm down. Thinking of all the magical and ridiculous things that had happened along the way, he felt some courage in his heart. He hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Sir, wait a minute. I don't mean any harm. Among this employer, The person in charge is a wealthy lady sitting in the back car, please rest for a while while I go to discuss it with her."
The school captain was on duty in the capital, so he was no less knowledgeable than the coachman. Breaking a spear was beyond human power. He didn't see the specific situation clearly, so naturally he didn't dare to act rashly.
The two sides reached a stalemate for a while.
At this moment, there was sudden movement from the car behind.
As everyone looked, a cardamom girl opened the curtain and slowly got out of the carriage without any fuss.
The girl wears brocade clothes and a hat, with a velvet cloak tied on her back.
Ignoring the cold light of the weapon, she came to the car and waved to the driver to come over.
The coachman glanced at the captain cautiously, for fear of irritating him.
The captain watched with cold eyes, also wanting to see what tricks the girl could play. Seeing that the captain did not move, the soldiers naturally stopped and stopped pressing.
The coachman had a backbone, bypassed the soldiers, and came to the girl in a panic.
The girl waited for the coachman to come to her. She secretly took out an embroidered bag from her sleeve and stuffed it into the coachman's hand. She whispered in a soft voice, "Don't let others see it. The money to buy the road should be enough to let us pass."
The coachman clutched the embroidery bag and felt that it was bulging and heavy.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, happily ran back to the captain, and stuffed the embroidery bag into the captain's arms while the people in the distance were not paying attention.
The captain guarding the gate felt an unusually heavy weight in his arms, but he remained calm.
The coachman looked at the captain expectantly, thinking that he would let him and others pass after receiving the money, but he did not notice that the captain's face was uncertain at this time.
The embroidered bag fell into the hand very hard. The captain could naturally guess that there was a lot of gold and silver in the embroidered bag, but he secretly thought: things are not easy to handle. Although we can get a lot of benefits now, the spears and spears were destroyed inexplicably, and the ordnance was destroyed. It's hard to explain to Si. I must not let them leave today, otherwise the debt will have to be settled on me sooner or later.
Thinking of this, the captain took out his embroidery bag and threw it to the ground, and said righteously: "Who do you think this general is! Everyone, get out of the car! Show your birth certificate and verify your identity!"
The coachman was stunned and froze on the spot for a moment. He turned his head with difficulty to look at the girl, his eyes were ashen and his face was full of fear.
The girl in front of the car did not panic and waved to the driver again.
The coachman's face was filled with death, and he was not in the mood to talk to the girl. He only blamed his father and mother for not having enough legs, and he wanted to run as far as he could and escape from here.
Seeing that the coachman was not moving, the girl frowned slightly and had no choice but to come to the captain in person.
She knelt down, picked up the embroidery bag calmly, wiped off the dirt carefully, hung it back on her waist, then took out a letter from her sleeve and said, "You don't need to understand the content. , you will understand once you see it.”
The girl's voice was clear and calm, and there was no hint of fear.
The captain glanced at the letter, didn't take it seriously, and pulled it over. How could such a poor and humble caravan know what kind of powerful people in the city?
So the captain opened the cover, unfolded the letter, and scanned it briefly without looking at it carefully. When he saw the final signature, his eyes were instantly attracted by the red mud mark at the signature.
When he saw the mark clearly, he felt like the dead soul was rising out of him, as if he were falling into the abyss. His whole body began to tremble unconsciously, and he knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound.
The girl was very satisfied, leaned over slightly and whispered: "Don't go out in public, just let us enter the city."
The school captain hurriedly got up from the ground, sealed the letter again, handed it to the girl's hand respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "My little one, I don't know that the noble one is coming, I hope that the noble one will come..."
The girl didn't wait for the captain to finish his words and got into the first carriage without giving the other party a chance to beg for mercy.
Heaven and hell are ever-changing.
The captain opened his mouth and swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He was at a loss for words at this moment. Seeing that there was no room for turning around, he could only wave his hand weakly at the soldiers and let the caravan leave.
The coachman standing aside took a moment to recover his thoughts. He quickly got on the carriage and drove towards the city with a wave of his whip. However, when the carriage passed the school captain, the side curtain of the first carriage was suddenly opened.
A young scholar stuck his head out.
The young man was handsome, fair-skinned, and jokingly said to the captain with a bright smile: "There is no way to bring about good fortune or misfortune, it's all about one's own destiny."
After saying that, the young man put down the curtain and sat back in the car.
The captain felt bitter in his heart and could not express his sorrow. He looked at the convoy blankly and regretted endlessly.
In the carriage, the girl sat with her legs curled up.
There was a person sitting on each side of her.
The one on the right is the young man who just spoke.
On the left is a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The girl took off her curtain hat at this time, looked at the two of them and complained: "One can't do it, and the other doesn't bother to do it. You let me, a little girl, do these nasty things again and again. Fortunately, you are still my elders. You can do it next time." You can’t let me show up anymore.”
The young scholar chuckled and said jokingly: "Niece, you have never heard of that sentence."
The girl's bright eyes were like a pool of autumn water, glowing with fluorescence.
She ignored the young man, but frowned and lectured: "Especially Junior Uncle, you have a perverse temperament and are wild. If you hadn't deliberately provoked others just now, we would have come in long ago."
The young scholar felt aggrieved and said pitifully: "It's true that a scholar meets a soldier. I can't explain why. I provoked him."
The girl was obviously a little angry at this time, so she turned her head away and ignored the other party.
The young man was even more aggrieved. He didn't know how he had provoked the young girl, and he joked without saltiness: "This... the ancients honestly did not deceive me. It is true that only women and villains are difficult to raise."
The carriage had already driven out of the city gate.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not say a word from beginning to end, nor did he pay attention to the two people who were arguing. His temples were slightly frosty white, and he looked a little tired. He opened the car curtain on his side with one finger and looked towards the sky.
The gaze is calm and profound.
At dusk, the black clouds in the sky were like ink, which was very depressing.
Occasionally, a few wisps of bloody mist appear in the clouds, looming and invisible to ordinary people.
The Confucian scholar looked at the residual fog in his eyes, and saw that the residual fog seemed to be there or not, lifeless, just like an old woman who was about to run out of oil and lamps. She was unwilling but had to hold on and hold on. This messy and troubled world is lingering...
"Squeak..."
"Squeak...".
From time to time, there was a little noise from the carriage, which caught the middle-aged Confucian scholar's attention.
Outside the carriage, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.
Everything should have returned to peace.
But the scene that happened in front of the South City Gate spread like wildfire and turned into a wisp of wind, fluttering into Chang'an City...
