Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty-Five

He put a smile on his face, and added: "Since the two armies are fighting, Xingzhou City and nearby Zhoucheng will probably be closed, so we can enter the city with this." I was about to speak, but found that the black dog was gone. I looked away, and the black dog ran into the battlefield without anyone noticing. , but he ignored it, and only barked at the two war horses. Hey? !Could it be that he is hungry and wants some horse meat? About ten minutes later, Lan Sheng and I dropped our jaws, but we saw the two tall war horses running towards us and stopped in front of us, followed by our shiny black little Zhong.

That day, I wiped and wiped my old eye, which was still fairly sighted, and leaned over to identify the breed of Xiaozhong carefully for a long time. Could it be that he is a shepherd dog? But Ke Lansheng touched Xiao Zhong excitedly, and said loudly: "Madam, Xiao Zhong is indeed a roaring dog." Xiaozhong barked loudly, as if confirming to us happily: "I am, I am." With the strength of our feet and the dry food collected from the soldiers, we rushed towards Liangzhou in high spirits. Although I was very worried about Lu Lun at that time, and later the Liaodong prefect, I didn't like Lan Sheng's move, but I never refused, because I was also eager to go to Liangzhou, and I hoped that the one who led the army this time was the one in my heart. so that I may have a chance to see him again.

After waking up a year ago, I have been fighting wits with Song Minglei non-stop, and occasionally heard the sound of Yuan Feibai's piano, although I knew he was still alive, but in the underground palace of Gongyue City, his appearance of critical illness made me overwhelmed. I was really scared, and I wanted to confirm his well-being with my own eyes, even as an eye. What's more, compared to those cheap tricks that Duan Yuerong and I used in order to survive back then, they really pale in comparison. So I continued to dedicate the precious experience I gained when Duan Yuerong and I fled: "We will be called siblings from now on."

Lan Sheng Nuo Nuo said yes, her sweet smile was harmless. "I'll go ask the nearest farmers to buy some clothes first." The so-called buying means stealing clothes hanging on the bamboo poles, and then keeping a little bit of silver. Fortunately, the situation was better than we imagined. The people in the vicinity of ten miles away avoided the war. We successfully found a house left by a fleeing family, and were pleasantly surprised to get a few sets of semi-old clothes. Lan Sheng was surprised I found a book long shirt and scarf hat that were still considered nearly new, and I was so happy that I ran to the inner room and changed myself completely.

I changed into a man's soap-colored underwear, tied my chest and put it on, and then found a scarf, tried facing the water tank for a long time, and finally decided to cover the left eye obliquely. Well!Kind of like Pirates of the Caribbean. When I walked into the yard, Lan Sheng was proudly asking Xiao Zhong: "How is it, Xiao Zhong, is it good-looking?" I really doubt that Xiao Zhong can distinguish the beauty and ugliness of human beings, but at that time Xiao Zhong really surrounded Lan Sheng and shouted for joy. Lan Sheng straightened up towards me, and turned around cheerfully: "Ma'am, uh! Sister, Lan Sheng has never worn such fine folk clothes."

The last ray of sunlight in the sky shone on his elegant body, and his watery peach-blossom eyes gleamed at me with a wild and lively vigor unique to young people. I couldn't help but stood there in a daze, not wanting him to look good in lay clothes. After we rested for one night, we were busy on our way the next day, and the road became crowded. Lan Sheng seized every opportunity to strike up a conversation with a girl, as if he had never chatted with a woman in his life, and his mouth was full of wipes. Layers of cloyingly sweet honey: Why is my sister's hair so black and so shiny?

My sister's eyebrows and eyes are so beautiful. Even the old ladies in their 70s and 80s didn't let go, aunt, you really look like my mother, give me some water. However, in the end, I still want to thank him for his mouth full of honey. We soon found out that Pan Zhengyue had invaded Liangzhou City, and a large number of court troops who had retreated from Liangzhou poured into the nearby city. Stationed in the nearest Xingzhou and Ruzhou cities. As a result, Lu Lun's identity disc was useless at all, because there was a wave of refugees everywhere, we easily followed the fleeing people and entered Ruzhou territory, but we didn't dare to get too close, because the hungry crowd saw Seeing Xiao Zhong and the two healthy horses, his eyes turned red.

This day we groped all the way to a desolate place, Xiao Zhong seemed to smell something, shouted a few times, and then ran ahead to lead the way with vigor and vigor. Sure enough, within a moment, a ruined temple appeared in front of you. After Lan Sheng did not forget to sing, he dragged his horse and strolled in. I don't want to think that there are already fellow sufferers living in the temple, they are a pair of father and son in rags. We were a little frightened, but the father and son were more frightened than us. The honest father held a shovel in one hand and tightly guarded the child in the other, looking at us in horror.

Lan Sheng politely expressed that he wanted to take advantage of the treasure to stay for a while, and he would leave tomorrow. The father put down the shovel and agreed, but just dragged him to hide in the dilapidated west wing of the temple. When we built a fire and unpacked our bags for cooking, we caught a glimpse of the skinny and skinny child sneaking out at some point, squatting not far from the fire, staring at our dry rations with bony eyes, drooling with greed. I thought of Xiyan and the others, so I gave some to them. When the two families sat together for dinner, the father started talking to me in an extremely ancient dialect, speaking quickly and urgently. Trying to understand what he's saying.

After pondering for a long time, I finally understood that they were from Luliang. The father was Wang Er and the ten children were Wang Zhen. To my surprise, Lan Sheng was able to speak fluently in their Luliang dialect. It turned out that his ancestors were also from Luliang. When the folks met the folks, tears of joy rolled in their sockets. After eating, Wang Er and his son had treated us as their own family members, and even took out a small piece of dried meat that was as long and wide as a thumb and gave birth to Tong Lan. Drinking and drinking, and Wang Zhen’s little classmate has always been very interested in Xiao Zhong, touching his smooth fur from time to time, so Xiao Zhong will lie down beside Wang Zhen and enjoy his service.

After a while I got tired, so I let Lan Sheng and the others chat, and fell asleep after I went into the room and touched the broken mat. I don't know how long I've been asleep, and I vaguely heard the argument between the father and son. The two of them still spoke their hometown dialect, which was fast and soft. I couldn't hear clearly until someone said a few words that I was very sensitive to. "It's hard!" said the father, "Go to hell!" I woke up with a start, and heard the child say viciously again: "You die first!" Then the two argued for a few more words. I picked up the reward with one hand, woke up Lan Sheng who was lying beside me, and dragged him out, only to see the father in the courtyard washing his son's hair carefully. The father looked at us who were copying the guy, and was terrified. His hands full of soap stopped in the air. The child sat obediently on the stone slab, obviously washed, showing a cute and delicate face, and stretched out to me. With a small hand, there was a dark creature in the palm, and said sweetly: "Jijiu (sister), each numb (frog), each numb." I hurriedly put away the bright reward, Lan Sheng gave me a few glances with a half-smile, walked up to the child, bent down to identify it, shook his head and said with a smile: "Xie Gema (toad)." After a long time, they were talking in dialect, to the effect that the father asked the son to wash his hair, but the son insisted that his father wash his hair first, so he was still a filial child. It seemed that I was a soldier in grass and woods, and I blushed to apologize, but the father just smiled honestly, and said a few words to Lan Sheng and me gently in that dialect. I was ashamed to accept the half-dead black toad, and I couldn't fall asleep when I went back anyway, so Lan Sheng suggested that we go out for a stroll, which I also thought was very good. As soon as he went out of the street, he put the "Xiegema" into the river, but he saw the traffic on the other side of the river, and the reflection on the river surface was also very lively and radiant. We asked a passer-by, and then we realized that this day was Qixi Festival again, and it was strange that the night market in Ruzhou city was full of excitement. In the past few years, I have never stopped the Qixi Festival. I was hesitating whether to go, but Lan Sheng had excitedly held my hand and headed towards the night market. The night market in Ruzhou is naturally not as crowded as Xi'an's. It is famous far and near, but it is still dancing with colorful lights, and people come and go. The girls who have been carefully dressed are naturally more beautiful than peach blossoms. The sweetheart who was not far away followed him obsessively, and his smile was like a silver bell, with a dark fragrance floating in his sleeves. Lan Sheng and I ordered two bowls of ramen noodles, and we sipped on them. Xiaozhong couldn't eat, so he groaned in pain from time to time. At this time, someone at the next table sighed loudly: "When will this chaotic world come to an end?" "Yeah, King Wu'an is a character, but it's a pity that he met Pan Zhengyue. That's Zhou Yu, who met Zhuge Liang and didn't withdraw." I turned around and saw that there were people from the Middle Earth and a few people from the Western Regions at that table. "Now it's better to live in your Turkic Taiping. Thanks to the unification of the country, it will be much more stable." Everyone seemed to join in, but a Lite man with a big yellow beard in the middle shook his head violently for a while, waved his hand, and said with a slight accent: "Hey, you Han people who live in Guanzhong don't know that a while ago, our great Sasa Ruhr Khan has just quelled the rebellion of Zhigu and Guoerren. He thought we could enjoy the golden rain and dew sprinkled by Tengger, live a life of grazing, and do business, but His Majesty Khan will not be able to visit the palace soon. There are rumors that our Majesty Khan has a strange disease, he has nightmares every night, can't sleep, has no appetite, and has no interest in the harem, just complaining about headaches and heartaches." The crowd booed for a while, and a Central Plains man whispered: "Maybe there are ghosts playing tricks on you." "Exactly. Our Turkic folks have rumored that His Majesty is haunted by the ghost of Guoerren. Therefore, the old Guoerren tribes in the country are all in contact with each other, and the surrounding Daliao and Dali are also busy forming alliances, ready to make an alliance. To take revenge on our great Khan, now we Lite people are just like you, helpless." The people at the table lamented the impermanence of the chaotic world, and the evils committed by the law of heaven, so they dispersed. I stood there stunned, sure enough Saruer was still alive, could it be that he was hit by Zishang? But I clearly remember that when I fell off the cliff, after he gave me Zishang, he got rid of me. Now this purple stone is glowing and glowing on my chest, how did he get another Zishang?Could it be that in the end he met his other half, Zishang, in return for evil, or was it that God had already arranged for him to die if he did many unrighteous deeds, which caused him to suffer from some incurable disease? While thinking wildly, I heard Lan Sheng call out several times, and then I came back to my senses. Came to the street, Lan Sheng bought a package of dried fruit, gave me half of it, and went shopping leisurely. We walked for a while, Lan Sheng saw that I was unhappy, so he said: "There seems to be a book stall in front, let's go and have a look." I knelt down and flipped through them, but they were just strange songs and ambitions, not interesting, and suddenly saw a poorly printed collection of Huaxi poems. I flipped through it. Lovesickness plum blossoms overnight, suddenly came to the window and suspected that it was the king. I read his poems carefully, although I don't know how many times it was, but once again blood and tears welled up in my chest. Love is really a wonderful thing, tears flow down the face, the pain pierces the breastbone, it seems like death, but it feels as sweet as honey, no, it is obviously sweeter and more touching than the honey flower, so it makes people feel Carried away and came alive again. Thinking of not losing my composure, I was about to suppress my sobs, when I suddenly heard soft sobs from around, and saw several readers holding the same collection of Huaxi poems, with moist cheeks, a young scholar wiped his face and said: " God is jealous of beauty." Another veiled lady was followed by a maidservant in Tsing Yi, who seemed to be from a wealthy family, sobbing too: "If I can see Young Master Treading Snow, I will be willing to die." There was only a scholar in black shirt standing in the corner, flipping through the book of Huaxi poems coldly, with a noncommittal expression on his face. Several readers continued to exchange their views on Huaxi's infatuation, and they felt that they had met very late. The lady who bought the book interjected a few sentences at the right time, and her eyes were red as she spoke. "That madam is so miserable." She wiped her tears and still stretched out her hand, "Everyone, don't forget to pay the money." When I looked up, Lan Sheng was squatting with a group of men in front of another bookstore not far away, staring at a book with red faces, and the book dealer shouted: "I said this is a rare good book, right? You guys should buy it and take it home and read it carefully, don’t forget to read it to your daughter-in-law, it’s really a good book.” What a good book?I wiped my tears and looked over the shoulders of the group of men. Well? !Unexpectedly, these men were reading an obscene book. I pulled it over, looked at the cover page, hey, the name is "Huaxi Yanshi". It was only then that I discovered that on this bookstall, there are biography-shaped books, poem manuscripts, Yuefu lyrics, etc., but they are all kinds of pornographic books, and 50% of them are about Mrs. Huaxi. Amorous history, a lot of love history. At that time, I leaned over slightly, just dumbfounded and flipping through a bunch of obscene songs, telling how Mrs. Huaxi traveled around the country, seduced men with her invincible style and bed skills, and attracted countless heroes to bend down on the bed. The evil wind blew, and the pirate scarves on my face were blown to one side, revealing my terrifying centipede eyes, and the group of men happened to raise their heads slightly. I think my Song Danping's face immediately acted as a treasure trove of wind and moon, frightening the male readers who fainted in the erotic dreams. One piece, my mother exploded away for a while, and then scattered like birds and beasts. I ruined the book seller's business, so he was naturally furious, and relentlessly grabbed Lan Sheng's chest, insisting that we pay compensation. I didn't want to provoke passers-by to watch, so I suppressed my desire to educate this salesman The unscrupulous booksellers of pornographic and pirated publications are full of enthusiasm, so I have no choice but to use the blood of my previous life's eldest lady to hunt down the secret skills and try to get as cheap as possible. After a stick of incense, Lan Sheng held a pile of obscene books in his arms, and walked ahead with his head held high. His clear eyes shone with a mysterious light, and his actions in a Hulan shirt were more romantic and elegant. Passers-by frequently looked sideways at him, obviously Treat him as a very deep little boy.