In the evening, the boat finally arrived at Heyang, and everyone went ashore. This is where the famous Heyang Bridge is located. During the Northern Wei and Eastern Wei Dynasties, people built three cities in Heyang, one to the south, one to the north of the Yellow River, and one on the sandbar in the river. They are connected by a pontoon bridge, which is the famous Heyang Bridge. After everyone got ashore, they went to the post house and prepared to cross the river to Luoyang after dawn the next day.
The post house is located at a fork in the road not far from the river bridge. It was almost dark when the group arrived. The postman was a fat man with broad shoulders. He came up to him impatiently: "There are only a few rooms upstairs, nothing else," he said, spitting from the corner of his mouth. "The orientation of these rooms is not very good. There is no way. This is Heyang Bridge. Most of the nobles going from Luoyang to Shanxi and Hebei; from Hanoi and Hebei to Chang'an have to pass by here. We are almost full and there is really no room. Come out of the empty room.”
Wang Wenzuo looked around, as if there were all kinds of official robes everywhere he looked. As this person said, there were too many nobles passing by, and even officials like them couldn't take care of them. He was about to nod and let the postman prepare the room when he heard someone shouting: "Brother Renshou, what an unexpected surprise to meet you here!"
Jin Renwen turned his head in surprise and looked towards where the sound came from. His expression changed from surprise to joy, and he opened his arms: "Why is it you? Oops! What a coincidence. Are you being released? Which state are you serving as governor?" ?”
Oncoming was a man in brocade robes. He jumped off the horse, threw the riding whip to the slave behind him, stepped forward and grabbed Jin Renwen's arm, and said with a smile: "There is no need to let go, I This is for you! We all agreed that whoever meets you first will win a lottery of 500 yuan. I didn’t expect that the lottery will belong to me this time!"
"What's the five-hundred-guan lottery?" Jin Renwen was a little confused: "You are probably drunk, and you are talking nonsense! I have made a promise, you people who have settled down can do whatever you want, don't involve me. Get in!"
"Hehe, it's not up to you!" The man grabbed Jin Renwen's arm, turned around and shouted: "Slave dog, is your skin itchy? Why don't you come over and help!"
As soon as he finished speaking, seventeen or eight men in green clothes rushed out from behind the man, all of them tall and tall, and surrounded him. Seeing that something was not going well, Wang Wenzuo and others quickly took a step back, surrounded the luggage and vehicles, and drew their swords. , as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Sanlang, don't panic!" Jin Renwen saw this and hurriedly stopped Wang Wenzuo: "This is a good friend I made in Chang'an. There is no harm in it. I was just joking!" He pointed to Wang Wenzuo and introduced him to the man. Said: "This is Wang Wenzuo and Wang Sanlang. He is an official in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion and a soldier in the army. He is a rare hero in the world!"
The man looked Wang Wenzuo up and down, and suddenly his eyes stopped on the saber in Wang Wenzuo's hand. With a sound, he took a step forward and held Wang Wenzuo's elbow with one hand, patted his wrist with the other hand, and gently and skillfully snatched the saber away. come over. Wang Wenzuo was caught off guard for a moment, surprised and angry: "What do you want?"
The man looked at the knife, then returned it to Wang Wenzuo with both hands: "I was the original owner of this knife. Later, I gave it to Brother Renshou. He gave this knife to you. I hope you can make good use of it!"
"Are you the original owner of this sword?" Wang Wenzuo was surprised. He looked at the inscription on the sword and then at the man: "Is your ancestor the Tuhe clan?"
"That's not true!" The man shook his head: "My surname is Li Jingye, and this sword was given by my ancestor's old friend!"
"Brother Jingye's grandfather is the British Duke! The original owner of this sword is Li Mi. His ancestor was one of the Eight Pillar Kingdoms and was given the surname Tuhe. This sword is used by the head of the Tuhe family. The British Duke is Li Mi's old tribe. , the friendship was so deep that after Li Mi’s death, the British Duke collected this knife as a souvenir!”
"Okay, okay! These things about old millet and rotten sesame seeds, as you talk about them with so much interest, are really boring!" Li Jingye stopped Wang Wenzuo's apology: "It's so windy outside and the weather is cold, we few Wouldn’t it be foolish to stand here and not enter the house? Come on, let’s go in and drink and chat!”
The dining room of the inn is large and well-ventilated, with a row of pottery jars standing on one side and a stove on the other. The waiters were running around with trays, and the customers’ shouts were so deafening that they seemed to blow off the roof.
Li Jingye had already occupied a table near the stove. There was a wine tube and several large food boxes on the table. Seeing the master coming in, the slaves quickly placed the dishes in the food boxes one by one. He then took out a jug from the wine warmer and poured wine for everyone. After three rounds of wine, Li Jingye suddenly asked: "Brother Renshou, do you know why I am waiting for you here today?"
Jin Renwen didn't answer immediately. He tapped the wine glass twice with his chopsticks: "Your coming here should have nothing to do with the British father. I can't help him with my achievements!"
"Yes, it does have nothing to do with my grandfather!" Li Jingye said with a smile: "But it has nothing to do with the size of your achievements. Even if you leveled Goguryeo, Japan, Tubo, and Nanzhao, he would not let me come. His old man has a rule at home. No one is allowed to mention a word about the political affairs and wars of the imperial court at home. Anyone who mentions it will be punished by the family law. I have suffered from this since I was a child!"
"Is there such a thing?" Jin Renwen asked with a smile: "After the death of Duke Wei, the number one famous general in the Tang Dynasty was Lingzu. His art of war is a treasure of the country. Why not teach it to you?"
"How do I know?" Li Jingye shook his head and smiled: "But if he doesn't teach me, I can learn it on my own! Renshou, you didn't guess right just now, I can let you guess twice!"
"I can't guess this nonsense even a hundred times! Stop beating around the bush!"
"Hehe!" Li Jingye smiled: "Brother Renshou, do you know? You are definitely a famous person in Chang'an now. I don't know how many people want to ask you for a spot!"
"Quota? What quota?"
“A spot on the polo team!”
Jin Renwen was confused by these words: "I just came back from Silla, where is the polo team? Are you kidding me?"
"Who are you kidding!" Li Jingye laughed and said, "There is none now, but it will be there when you arrive in Chang'an. If I don't intercept you here first, where will it be my turn?" When Jin Ren asked, it was still the same. Looking dazed, Li Jingye became more and more proud: "A few days ago, the emperor presided over the shooting ceremony at Guande Temple, and the prince also participated. When the prince learned that you were coming back, he proposed to hold a polo match, hosted by the Sixth Master of the East Palace. Lead the Imperial Army against the North Gate, and you will be the riding instructor on the East Palace side."
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