Chapter 202 Chapter 202: Rebellion in Xiaocheng (Forty-Two) [Request for monthly votes]
Although it is possible to borrow a knife to kill people, it would be a danger of raising a tiger. After much thought, Yan An decided to keep a back-up. He visited his old friend overnight, but the old friend's book boy said that he was out.
Yan'an asked: "Where has he gone? When will he return?"
The book boy hesitated and said: "The flower boat in the meander of the river."
Yan'an You know where that place is as soon as you hear it.
Asking his old friend which flower boat he had patronized, he immediately asked the coachman to divert to Hequli. Hequli is the most prosperous and lively place in the capital. Even if the moon is high in the sky, the place is still crowded with tourists.
The lights are bright, like daylight.
Whether it is literati, elegant guests or Jianghu knights, they all like to hang out here, and countless romantic stories of crazy men and women resenting women were born.
This kind of place is rarely found in Yan'an.
But his old friend is a frequent visitor here.
As soon as he boarded the flower boat, a young man who had been waiting for a long time came forward to greet him and asked with a smile: "Is this the banquet man?"
Yan An said: "My surname is indeed Yan."
The boy was overjoyed He smiled attentively and turned around to lead the way: "That must be you, Mr. Lang! Come with me..."
Yan'an asked: "Did someone ask you to wait for me here?"
I already have a candidate in mind.
"Yes, the young man has been waiting here for most of an hour!" The wind in this season is not very friendly, and the young man's clothes are not very thick. Now his hands are red from the cold, and it is as if he has touched a large piece of ice. Bingtuozi, he added with a smile, "I've been waiting for you."
Yan An had already guessed who was waiting for him.
Go to a private room on the third floor of Huachuan.
The young man respectfully pushed open the hollow flower door, and the hot wind carrying the rich rouge fragrance blew into his face. Yan Anxin secretly said that his old friend liked it as usual and put on the wooden clogs handed to him by the maid. Around the screen, the sound of silk and bamboo penetrated his ears clearly.
In the elegant room——
The young man, who was wearing only a moon-white undershirt, covered his eyes with a woman's fragrant handkerchief and was playing games with a few people.
As soon as Yanan came in, he happened to receive a bear hug from the young man. The cold air on Yan'an's clothes had not completely dissipated. The young man knew something was wrong when he touched it, so he raised his hand and grabbed the handkerchief. Seeing Yan'an's face clearly, his mood waned: "Ah, why is it Xingning."
Yan'an calmly opened his hand.
"You sound disappointed?"
The young man threw the veil into his arms and sneered: "You are good-looking, but you have to be self-aware. You are a stinker. How can a grown man like any of the girls here? Besides, you are here to seek bad luck for me, why don’t you just say a few words about it?”
Yan'an was disliked by the young man, but he was not angry or annoyed. He still smiled. The young man rolled his eyes secretly, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them back one by one. It's just that it's not organized very well, and it looks very unseemly. Yan'an glanced at the gambling equipment scattered on the ground and said, "Long time no see, do you want to talk about a game?"
The young man raised his hand and rejected his invitation.
"No way, I'll talk to you for two rounds. I'll have to strip naked and jump off the curved river to swim back. It's so cold that it can cost half my life."
There are two young people. Preferences.
One is looking at beauties, and the other is playing cards with others.
If you add buffs, you can get double happiness from playing cards with beauties. Others come to Hequli Flower Boat to have fun. If they are having fun, it is normal to stay away from home for three to five days. The young man came here to play cards, with all kinds of chips.
One time I lost so much that I ran home naked.
Speaking of shame, it is really shameful.
It’s just that the person involved didn’t take it seriously, and as a friend, I couldn’t say anything. Anyway, it wasn’t his face that was being embarrassed.
Yan An laughed and said: "You also know that your gambling luck is extremely bad? Then you still gamble happily?"
In fact, someone's gambling luck cannot be described as bad, because there is no word "win" in his gambling game!
Anyone can beat him, "Every bet must be lost." If you don't stop in time, you will definitely lose everything.
"Just because I know, I never gamble money, let alone my life." The young man waved his hand, and the musicians and dancers in the private room retired. In the end, only the young man and Yan'an were left. Instead of being relaxed and comfortable just now, he said seriously, "I know why you came."
Yan An asked: "You know?"
The young man said with a smile: "What happened in today's court meeting has been spread all over the world. What else could you do to come here at this time? I originally planned to pack up and leave overnight, but after thinking about it, I decided to stay. Come down. Don't think too much, it's not me who changed my mind..."
Worried about Yanan's misunderstanding, the young man simply opened his mouth and spoke.
"It is impossible for me to give Zheng Qiao half a helping hand."
Yan An sighed: "But junior brother..."
"He is no longer your junior brother. !" The young man left all night carrying his newspaper baggage just for the sake of the feast. He didn't want to one day Hearing the news that Zheng Qiao tortured and killed his fellow disciples, "Xingning, because of our past friendship, I advise you to give up on him. None of the things he did are 'justifiable'! This man's crimes are too numerous to describe!"
The young man couldn't bear to see Yanan looking down, but he still continued to talk cruelly. He named more than 30 people in a row, each of them a person with a surname. The only thing they had in common was that they died at the hands of Zheng Qiao, and some of them had entire families.
The young man said: "Since ancient times, no tyrant can last long. Zheng Qiao will die without a burial place. Xingning, if you help him now, you will harm more innocent people. You have respected the famous scholar all your life. You can't bear to be famous after your death." Destroyed because of Zheng Qiao? "
The "Yan Mingshi" in the young man's mouth refers to the father of Yan'an.
Yan An said: "But his father did not let him go before he died..."
When the young man heard this, he knew that he could not persuade him.
He said: "In that case, that's all, I can't help you - in the future, you should be careful when following Zheng Qiao and don't confront him. He has lost his humanity and is no longer what he used to be. To you It’s hard to say how much friendship this senior brother has!”
The air in the private room is quiet.
The only remaining sound is the crackling and popping sound of burning candles.
Yan'an didn't give up and asked, "Can't you help me?"
You're not affiliated with Zheng Qiao, but you can just help him, isn't it?
The young man shook his head: "It's the same, we will definitely lose."
Yanan gave up completely.
However, some can still be discussed, such as the current situation in the northwest of the mainland. Zheng Qiao played a good hand of cards with a lot of tricks, and Yan An spent a lot of time to sort it out. The more I understand, the more I understand that Zheng Qiao has reached the cliff at this time.
Just one step and you will be doomed.
However, Yanan still wants to take a gamble.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He always advises young people not to indulge in this kind of thing, but he doesn't realize that he is the biggest gambler, and it is still a gamble with almost no chance of winning.
The young man also made a few suggestions, which coincided with the young man's idea - the troops were in danger, first deal with the rebels led by the King of Pigs, and then turn around and deal with the separatist forces who were raising their ambitions.
As for Beimo and Shiwu... we must not take it lightly!
The threat of the two is ten times greater than that of King Pig's rebels!
I wonder if Zheng Qiao was kicked in the head to make such a bad move and collude with these two ghosts!
Yanan had no choice but to remain silent! If Zheng Qiao was not his junior brother, he would also scold him.
Swearing without drinking is boring!
The young man clapped his hands to signal the flower boat boy to bring new drinks. We haven’t seen each other for so many years, so why not have a few drinks?
After today, I don’t know if we will see each other again in this life.
Yan'an watched the young man drink one glass after another of sake. He suddenly remembered some details and asked with concern: "You just said you were going to leave overnight, but do you have somewhere else to go?"
Young man: "Not yet, let's look around."
Yan'an sighed inwardly.
If Zheng Qiao had not become what he is now, or if he had conquered Xin and governed with peace of mind, his old friend might not have stayed.
It's useless to say anything now.
The young man said again: "I plan to visit Sibao County."
Yan'an said: "Four Treasures County?"
The young man smiled and said: "The two kings of She have the same virtues as Zheng Qiao, so there is no need to consider them. However, those forces whose ambitions were drawn out by Zheng Qiao's edict can be seen. Look. Maybe there is something to your liking. "
Yan'an shook his head: "The chance of winning is too small. "Zheng Qiao still has the territory, soldiers and horses, and a complete team. If he can wake up and correct himself, it will be easy to gain a foothold in the northwest of the mainland. Looking at those forces. It's just a flash in the pan. Old friends bet on these people, fearing that they will lose everything.
The young man said: "You have to give it a try."
Yan'an: "...Who just said you can't bet on your life?"
The young man said confidently: "Once I place a bet, I will win!"
Yan'an doesn't know where he is. Come with confidence.
If he could win, who would be the one who ran home naked back then?
Out of the corner of his eye, the young man saw the doubt on Yan An's face, and he felt a little guilty - well, he admitted that he was a bit stubborn, and he said it with confidence, but in fact he didn't have any confidence in his heart. But is it his fault? It’s obviously the fault of the scribes!
Which of the other people's scribes' ways is not upright?
His way of being a scribe is to "lose every bet"!
Yes, you read that right.
His way of being a scribe is to lose every bet.
Let a person who regards "gambling" as a major hobby in life acquire the scribe's way of "losing every time he gambles", and the young man feels the greatest malice that fate has exerted on him. However, there is no truly useless way of being a scribe in this world. In everything, there are gains and losses.
The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the monogram that he casually threw on the ground. There seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging deep in his eyes...
You must lose every bet?
If you do the opposite, you will soon win every bet.
The two of them exchanged glasses and drank happily.
When the sky was slightly light, Yanan woke up from a hangover with a headache that was almost splitting, and found that his old friend had left, leaving only a thick letter. He looked carefully and chuckled.
Although his old friend did not agree to help him, the letter he left behind had written down everything that could be used in Zheng Qiao's account, what could not be used, what could be trusted, what could not be trusted... and even his personal taboos.
These contents cannot be obtained by "intention".
This proves——
Old friend has seriously considered Zheng Qiao.
Unfortunately, Zheng Qiao really disappointed him. Everything he did after taking over the Xin Kingdom was a human minefield!
It was impossible for the young man to place his only bet on Zheng Qiao, let alone entrust his life to him, but after all, he spent a lot of energy and effort, and it was just right for Yan'an.
The young man took his baggage and the book boy with him and left this land through the morning fog, heading for Sibao County - this storm that has been gathering momentum for a long time has reached the critical point! Almost immediately, many people who heard about it also embarked on the same path in unison.
Shen Tang, who was in the whirlpool, felt nothing.
She slept until dawn.
Chu Yao knocked on the door twice before waking her up.
With his messy hair on his head, Shen Tang half-squinted his eyes sleepily and poured cold water on his face. Under the stimulation of cold water, the remaining sleepiness dissipated. My hair has been tied up two or three times, but the ponytail is still crooked.
“Forget it – stop competing with yourself.”
The longer you comb your hair, the more hair will fall out.
Chu Yao couldn't stand it anymore and helped him.
“Goro is still down?”
Shen Tang yawned: "I didn't get enough sleep..."
The dark green under his eyes could be disguised as a giant panda.
She said: "Last night, my energy was drained, and my recovery was super slow. I also had nightmares all night. I kept running away in the dream, and more and more zombies gathered to chase me. I tried my best to I was dying, running and running, and when I woke up I felt like my legs were going to be useless..."
Chu Yao opened the warm food.
The aroma of porridge hit my face, and there were several plates of appetizers.
He asked in confusion: "Zombies?"
"Zombies are the living dead. Their bodies are dead, but they can move. They like to chase the breath of living people and the smell of blood." Shen Tang picked up the porridge and took a big sip. His empty stomach After being perfectly comforted, she felt like she was alive, "She looks so ugly!"
This dream was simply inexplicable.
In her dream, she was not only being chased by zombies, but also by those flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, and swimming in the water. Shen Tang relied on waves of extreme operations and tenacious perseverance to avoid being caught by them. In the end, I was too tired——
Shen Tang said: "...I jumped into a coffin."
Chu Yao: "Coffin? What kind of coffin?"
Perhaps because of his scholarly skills, Chu Yao is very interested in weird dreams, and he can also listen to Shen Tang's nonsensical nightmares with gusto. Express your opinions or questions from time to time. Qi Shan just wanted to roll his eyes after hearing this.
Shen Tang stopped cooking.
She thought carefully: "A wooden coffin."
As for what kind of wooden coffin it was, she had no idea.
She jumped into the coffin and the nightmare was over.
Qishan tried to join the group chat: "It must be a sign of great disaster."
Chu Yao rolled his eyes at him.
"What did Hun say in the early morning? He obviously wanted to get rich by seeing the coffin!"
Even if it is a big disaster, it should be a good luck when it comes to Wulang!
Qishan: "..."
Failed to join the group chat.
Unconsciously, Shen Tang added seven or eight bowls of porridge.
The wooden barrel containing rice porridge has bottomed out.
She licked the rice grains from her mouth and asked, "Are there any more?"
Chu Yao: "Don't be too full during the morning meal."
Shen Tang touched his belly: "Not full, at most five points."
As soon as these words came out——
Pray Shandao: "This is already your biggest daily meal."
A whole bucket of porridge!
Qishan wanted to accuse Chu Yao of feeding pigs.
Not enough to eat?
Shen Tang: "But--I'm really still hungry."
The east kitchen of the Sheriff's Mansion was full of people all day long. Chu Yao stood up and said, "I'll go to the back kitchen to take a look. Is there anything left to eat?”
It’s not a big deal to add more when you’re not full!
When I came back, there was another big bucket of rice porridge.
Chu Yao was afraid that she would not eat enough, so he brought two more plates of pastries.
Qishan: "..."
Shen Tang worked hard and soon he had eaten it all.
“Huh——” she said quickly, “that’s weird.”
Qishan was concerned: "Oh, you finally had enough?"
"No, my literary spirit has recovered, and there is a lot more."
It took me a long sleep to recover 40%, and I ate two After preparing rice and two plates of pastries, his literary spirit returned to 10%. Although the total is only 50%, the total is more than before.
(End of this chapter)