Emperor Tongue [Rebirth]

In late autumn, the morning turns cold, and even the rising sun carries a thin chill.Jiang Wencheng got up early in the morning, no longer in the mood to dance the sword, picked up the broom and swept away the withered yellow leaves in the courtyard.Now, he stubbornly lives in Xiaoliangzhuang, like an old buffalo who only knows how to lower his head to plow the fence, guarding Lao Jiu's dilapidated house day and night.With simple tea and light food, common clothes and hemp shoes, he has become an ascetic monk by himself, and no one can persuade him.

It has been more than five months since Yuan'er was lost, and Jiang Wencheng has also been in trouble for five months.In his heart, Chen Yuan was just a precious lump, and he never dared to do anything to him, even if he occasionally touched his little hand, he would feel guilty alone.Even though Chen Yuan's reputation in the Bell and Drum Division is not clear, and she sleeps with other young men in naked clothes all night, but in Jiang Wencheng's heart, Chen Yuan is cleaner than Baiyu Bodhisattva, so he should hold it in his hand , offered uprightly.

He didn't dare to think about how he would live his life if Yuan'er really had a life, he just thought he lost Yuan'er because of his carelessness.Unable to find the sixth son, Jiang Wencheng had no face to go back to the palace to kowtow to his master, no face to give himself an explanation, no face to live a good day.Chen Yuan has been clinging to herself since she was a child, and has been calling him senior and senior since she sucked her fingers.But not only did he not dare to accept his sincerity, he even asked someone to run for him.Every time Jiang Wencheng thought of this, the pain in his heart was no worse than swallowing a handful of glazed slag.

He understood that if he couldn't find Chen Yuan, he would be a widow if he lived in ignorance.He couldn't find Chen Yuan, he had already dug himself a bitter grave in his heart.Unable to find Chen Yuan, Jiang Wencheng knew that he had lost his life.

"Wencheng, it's windy today. Your legs and feet are not good. Take a rest and work less." Ye Zi swept to the gate of the courtyard, and happened to pass by a country aunt.Jiang Wen has become a simple and honest person, and he spares no effort. During the autumn harvest, he often helps the neighbors in Xiaoliangzhuang, and naturally he has a good relationship.Coupled with his tall stature and quick hands, no one could see that he was a father-in-law with a handicap.

Jiang Wencheng moved his ankles, and his knees ached. "No problem, thank you aunt for your concern." I saw him try to take two small steps forward, his right knee bent without any effort, and every time his limping foot moved, his shoulders alternated between high and low.I'm afraid it won't get better for a while.

"I see your legs, at least you have to raise them for the winter." My aunt shook her head and sighed, "You just refused to listen to me when I told you to take a break, and you ran to Mount Malta every day. Now you are at a good age with strong firepower , it’s not a big deal to hurt the muscles and bones, alas... Be careful that the cold wind invades the joints, and you will not be able to straighten it in the coming year!"

Jiang Wencheng didn't say anything, just shook his head and laughed back, like a stupid man who can't speak.Auntie saw that he was in such a state of despair, she couldn't ask directly, she just thought that there was a big change in his family, and she persuaded him before he recovered, "Hey, I'm too troublesome, talk quickly. You still have to deal with it today." want to go out?"

"Go, of course I have to go out, can my aunt ask for something?" Jiang Wencheng asked.This is a small Liangzhuang in the west of Ma'er Mountain. It is not as lively as the small Liangzhuang where I used to live.

"My aunt has nothing to ask. I just heard that there is a theater troupe in Xiaoliangzhuang on the east side of the Mala Mountain. It is very lively with gongs and drums! You are also running outside. Just go and see how lively it is, and come back to Auntie. Tell me!" She really couldn't look down on tossing herself to death by herself to find a way for him to amuse herself.

Ever since he lost Chen Yuan, Jiang Wencheng has been deaf to what's going on outside the window, let alone any theater troupe.But when he heard it, he still shivered violently, as if someone had stabbed his heart with an embroidery needle. "Theatrical troupe? Where did the troupe come from, willing to drill into the mountains? Since we are in the outskirts of the city, why don't we go to Yincheng?"

"I think that's the same. Where are the theater troupes going to this poor country, those who should go to the city should have gone to the city early. If you have nothing to do today, you will go to the mountains after all. Why don't you go to the east and see if this is true? "Auntie still tried her best to persuade her, she is a rough woman in the mountains, she doesn't know what is knot, what is obsession, just watching Jiang Wenxiang is sick or has a very serious illness It looks like I'm extremely worried about him.

Jiang Wencheng sighed, exhausting all the strength in his whole body with this breath, his right knee hurt and he almost couldn't stand up: "Well, then I'll go and have a look, and come back and tell my aunt."

Mount Mala got its name because it looks like a pair of horse ears.The two peaks soaring into the clouds embrace a piece of woodland with dense trees. Back then, the private soldiers of the Fourth Prince were raised here, like raising a horse on the top of the broad head.The Ma'er Mountain divides the terrain into two, with two villages in the east and west. Xiaoliangzhuang in the west is where Liao Xiaofu and his family moved. There is very little land that can be cultivated.The Zhuangzi on the west side was taken by the salt official Mr. He. Not only is there a lot of arable land, but the soil is also fertile, so He Guy and Cheng County raised the Zhuangzi on the west side, which became more and more lively, which is where the fourth prince lived.

Since Jiang Wencheng came out of the palace, he brought Chen Yuan to Zhang Guangzhi and lived in Xiaoliangzhuang for a year.The world is in turmoil, and the prince has never dared to come back since he ascended the throne.Afraid of hurting the scene, afraid of thinking of those days and nights when I was sorry for the sixth child.Today he came back again, and he was sweating all over because of the discomfort of his legs and feet.As soon as he got off the horse, he was greeted by the familiar Xiaoer in the inn, and he quickly took the reins of the horse.

"Huh? Isn't this Brother Jiang! I haven't seen you for a while, but have you found a new residence?" Xiaoer asked, but he didn't expect that the gentle and generous Brother Jiang would fall off his horse, so he hurriedly supported him with his body. "Hey! Brother Jiang, this is... what's wrong? Do you want to find a doctor?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Jiang Wencheng squeezed his palms tightly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Oh, brother Jiang, why didn't he say that his leg was broken earlier, the little one called someone here right away!" Before Jiang Wencheng could reply, the waiter turned around and shouted, and immediately another one came out, looking younger, "This is my unlucky little brother. He just turned thirteen this year. Come out to help. Come on, bring this gentleman's horse into the stable, pick some good fodder to feed, hurry up!" As soon as he finished speaking, he ran out The little boy took the reins and touched the horse's snout with his hand. He was quite childish and led him away.

Jiang Wencheng came against the wind and rode his horse, so his hands and feet were inevitably cold.Xiao Er was willing to be kidnapped by Jiang Wencheng, and Jiang Wencheng held his arm, and walked into the door of the inn step by step. "Brother Jiang, is he staying in the shop or drinking tea today? It would be a bad luck if he stayed in the shop. All the upper rooms in our shop have been booked out. Although the place is not big, it is full. There is only Tongpu. stretched."

"They all stayed here? It's really a booming business."

"Yeah, I'm staying here, I'm afraid Brother Jiang won't believe me if I tell you..."

"Could it be..." Jiang Wencheng didn't wait for Xiao Er to speak clearly, and asked after him: "Could it be that the theater troupe really came? Live here?"

"Hey, Brother Jiang heard about it too?" Xiaoer helped Jiang Wencheng to sit still, took off the dry cloth around his waist and wiped the table, chattering endlessly: "I don't know what gust of wind brought a bright theater troupe Well, the troupe owner saw that he was still a martial arts student, and there were many people in the troupe. Wuyang Wuyang stayed in the store, and he didn't know when he would leave. The guest officials who passed by were all going to live in the next room, complaining to the sky. .”

Jiang Wencheng couldn't help but nodded when he heard this, because Yuan'er's mother was also from a theater troupe, so he felt compassionate.He knew that opera singers were never valued by others, and they were the only ones on the stage, and the spectators carried their lamps and fans, and offered rewards, but if they talked about it on weekdays, they couldn't help but underestimate them, so he deliberately said: " They are all people who make a living, and each has its own difficulties. To support so many people, and still spend money to live in the shop, the leader of the class is also a hero."

Xiao Er was silent for a moment, then smiled and heard something in Jiang Wencheng's words, so he understood it by heart and didn't ask any more questions. "Yes, yes, Brother Jiang is right. The little one will be well received by the troupe master. You can see that the stage in front of the theater has been decorated, and it will start with drums at the hour of You."

The voices of the surrounding people gradually became chaotic and quiet. Jiang Wencheng slowed down for a while, his body warmed up a little, and he looked in the direction Xiao Er pointed, his chest tightened suddenly, as if the heart inside was about to jump out suddenly.

A pair of smoke-colored sleeves fell lightly on the wooden bench.

The stage is not too big, it is just a high platform that was cleaned up from the former inn, so it is convenient for the storyteller to stand on it.Right now, the ground has been swept clean, green fences have been set up, and a few light and thin strips have been tied to form a temporary stage.In the past, Jiang Wencheng had always heard Chen Yuan talk about how bright the stage was and how crowded it was, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.People are in the deep palace, can't help themselves, and even their lives are not their own, so how can they be blessed to watch a play?The attendants of the bell and drum division can only see the silhouette of the actor during sacrifices or celebrations, and then look at them out of proportion.And now I finally saw with my own eyes the stage that Yuan'er had been thinking about day and night, but the man was nowhere to be found, still holding onto Jiang Wencheng's soul, and hadn't returned yet.

"That's, who's sleeves are those?" Jiang Wencheng asked, pointing to the two long sleeves that looked like green smoke, but he didn't want to, but he was stunned for a moment by asking the waiter.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang has good eyesight. I can't tell that he was also a judge who listened to music in the past." Xiaoer beckoned for a pot of hot tea, wiped the mouth of the bowl, and poured a cup of hot tea, " Those are the water sleeves used by Tsing Yi Jiaoer, they have been hanging in the backyard just now, and they have just been taken back, so I am afraid they will need to use them."

Tsing Yi?Jiang Wencheng had never heard of the opera, never read the opera, let alone know what roles there are in the opera troupe.Just listening to the word Tsing Yi felt inexplicably comfortable, and then glanced at the two smoky blue colors, it was really ethereal and clever, and the ink was splashed in a suitable shade.Yuan'er also had a pair of water sleeves, which were left to him by his mother.Chen Yuan cherishes it very much, except that she never asks others to touch it.

"Today...is there any play to listen to?" Jiang Wencheng asked mysteriously.

"Yes, yes, at the moment of the unitary hour, the little ones will be served to Brother Jiang together with wine and vegetables!"

"It doesn't take too much trouble, just a cup of hot wine, a plate of side dishes, and two more bowls of rice." After finishing speaking, Jiang Wencheng put a few taels of silver on the cleaned wooden table, "The extra money will be used for today's opera Add a hot dish to the people. Most people in this business are miserable, and the world is cold, so don't treat them badly."

The author has something to say:

The surgery has been recovering for three weeks now, and the update can be resumed!Thank you to all the cuties who waited for my return! 1! ! !

Jiang Wencheng: I worked so hard to find you, but you came out to sing and play a role?

Chen Yuan: Hey, listen to me...

Jiang Wencheng: Hey, I fell down, and I had to be hugged by Yuaner to get up...