Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

"I said, self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person, have you ever heard it?" Xiao Heng paused, looked back at Zhou Yan who was not far away, dangling a thin bamboo pole, and sighed. tone.

"You think I'm thinking, if it wasn't for my father and the others talking about my ears getting callused, I wouldn't want to be a stick that 'disturbs mandarin ducks'." Zhou Yan said, biting his teeth on the stuff in his mouth to relieve boredom. , the bamboo stems in late winter were dry and astringent, melting on the tip of the tongue, and the astringency was tight, and he quickly "poohed".

Zhou Yan was really troubled, so he was reluctant to come out. With this free time, he would rather go to the south of the Yangtze River to find good wine for Chu Huaijin.

Besides, he really didn't believe that anyone dared to attack the emperor at the foot of the imperial city, and he was accompanied by Xiao Heng who "bypassed the King of Hades". Ask for some thin noodles.

However, the group of old ministers headed by his father turned a deaf ear to him, the first sentence "There are inevitably omissions" and the second sentence "There is no room for error", he forcefully forced them out.

As a result, he ended up in a situation where he was not a human being.

The day after Zhou Yuan finished looking for Xiao Heng, the sky was about to fall, and the daring General Sha Shen Slaughter Zheng sneaked into the Palace of Peaceful Heart, carried the present day out from before the stack of memorials, and jumped over the palace wall. When he went out, the Tsing Yi Army guarding outside the palace almost stabbed his general in a hole.

He did not leave the gate of the Royal Dao Palace, but led the Emperor Chu over the wall that couldn't get on the table?How decent!

Isn't this a rumor of a traitor and a traitor?

Really daring!

Wen Yan was also taken aback, and Xiao Heng pretended to lie to him, saying that he would make him a faint king who ignored the government and indulged in sensuality.

Wen Yan asked him what to do with the memorial, Xiao Heng said to throw it away.

Wen Yan asked him that the Taiwei was waiting outside the hall, but Xiao Heng said he didn't see him.

Wen Yan asked him what he would do when he went to court tomorrow, Xiao Heng said no.

Wen Yan turned his head and was about to go back, but the palace wall was too high to climb in.

Xiao Heng saw that he was getting ruthless, so he told the story of the future in detail. In order to make this "faint lord" faint with reason and evidence, he even made all the veterans in Yunchu lose face on the spot, saying that the veterans headed by his master Weeping and threatening to die, if His Majesty is obsessed with government affairs again, they will hang on the sorghum of the Zhengxin Hall to end their lives.

Xiao Heng said it firmly, and the two stood facing each other outside the palace wall again, Wen Yan couldn't turn around for a while, and was a little bit taken aback.

When he came back to his senses, it was already the current situation.

It's just that he came here through the wind and snow, and the Taiwei, who had prepared a stomach full of manuscripts, was shut down, and was sent back by Xu Liang before even reaching Ningxin Hall.

"What's the matter with following behind? Come to the front and walk well." Wen Yan said to Zhou Yan who walked out of the steps that his relatives did not recognize, and took a step to the side, signaling Zhou Yan to come over.

"It's okay, it's good to follow here," Zhou Yan waved his hand, "If it wasn't for the fear of startling the imperial guards in the imperial city, I'd like to walk on the palace wall. If you can't see it, just pretend that I don't exist."

"Have you brought the silver taels?" Xiao Heng said suddenly, causing Wen Yan and Zhou Yan to look at him together.

Zhou Yan had a bad feeling, "Don't tell me you don't have one."

"It's not that I don't have it, it's just that I didn't bring it." Xiao Heng's words were too righteous, and his appearance of "I have money, but I don't have it on me" made Zhou Yan almost go home angrily.

"General Killer really has a good memory." Zhou Yan applauded soullessly.

"Stop talking nonsense, yes or no." Xiao Heng gave a "tsk".

Zhou Yan choked on a rare occasion, scratched his chin, and said with some guilt: "Why do I bring that thing? I don't need it on weekdays."

If there is no Zhou Yan, there will be no Wen Yan.

When Zhao Tianziyi stretched out his hand and opened his mouth for food, he didn't even know how many copper plates a silver ingot can exchange for. He didn't have the habit and need to carry silver taels when he went out, so he stopped his movements, blinked at Xiao Heng, and said carefully: " This location seems to be not far from the treasury, or..."

Xiao Heng was startled for a moment, then understood the meaning of this man's words, smiled and nodded Wen Yan's cheek, "It's over, the temperament of the faint king has come up."

Wen Yan: ...

"I think it's pretty good. I haven't stolen the national treasury since I grew up." Zhou Yan looked eager to try.

"What are you trying to do?" Xiao Heng closed Wen Yan's collar as he spoke, leaned down to touch his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me a moment."

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the palace wall.

Wen Yan looked at Xiao Heng, who came and went freely, and felt deeply worried about the guards of the imperial city. The rumored strict security was used to bluff people, but it seemed that moving the wall a few feet higher would not be able to stop Xiao Heng. .

After all, that, people, can, fly.

Before he could chat with Zhou Yan, Xiao Heng appeared in front of them carrying two money bags.

"So fast?" Wen Yan exclaimed in surprise, there was no tool to tell the time here, but he reckoned it would be enough time for a cup of tea.

"It just happened to happen." Xiao Heng weighed it twice casually, raised his eyebrows, "I didn't look carefully, it's quite heavy."

"Coincidentally...coincidentally?" Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is a fool, who did you happen to meet?"

"Xu Liang." Xiao Heng was straightforward.

Wen Yan: ...

That's called locking the target, robbing the rich with precision, and blocking the way to grab money, not a coincidence.

"Xu Liang brought two purses with him?" Zhou Yan took one from Xiao Heng, loosened the bag and looked at it, "Hey, there are quite a few."

"That's not Xu Liang's." Xiao Heng threw another obviously lighter purse into Zhou Yan's hand, "This one is."

"Then whose is this?"

"Wang Taiwei." Xiao Heng said calmly.

"Who?" Wen Yan's hands paused, and most of the joy of getting rich disappeared immediately.

Wang Taiwei?

Is it Wang Taiwei who was let off by him, and Xiao Heng blocked the way and robbed money on the back?

"Coincidentally, Xu Liang sent the Taiwei out of the palace." Xiao Heng hid half a word, Xu Liang sent the Taiwei out of the palace, so he was followed by him.

"You can really do it, the Taiwei is an old bone, and even robbed him of money, don't be scared." Zhou Yan looked at Xiao Heng with a look of looking at animals.

"Pay attention to your wording, it's borrowing."

Wen Yan: ...

***

The branches of the green trees along the coast are still covered with snow, and the new leaves are half-drooped, sticking to the long cloaks of passers-by who have not faded.

The embankment promenade, which should have calmed down, was very lively because of the lantern festival. The people who were supposed to go home poured out, each with a lantern of different shapes and colors. Perhaps the smoke was heavier and bustling. The cold voice dilutes the coldness quite a bit.

Boiling water is boiling in the alley, all kinds of food. Taking advantage of the cold weather, it is rare to be popular. One of them is full of people. They clean up the dishes left by the predecessors, wipe the tables and chairs, and greet them when they are vacant. Two new customers.

The three of them found an empty table and sat down. Tu Xinxian made a tooth sacrifice and ordered a few bowls of fine silk wontons.

The person who came to say hello was a bowed old man who, though white-haired and full of vigor, looked at him in good health. While wiping the table, he couldn't help but sneak a few glances, and finally looked at Wen Yan with a loud smile and said : "I've been making wontons here for more than ten years, and I've never seen such an exquisite son. It looks like the fairy family in the storybook came down to earth."

Fairy...

Xiao Heng smiled, this appearance, isn't it the fairy family.

"The old man was joking." Wen Yan nodded slightly, the nobleness of the emperor seemed to be scattered in the smoke and fire in this world.

"The young masters looked strange, so they must have come here for their fame." As if afraid of neglecting Wen Yan and the others, the old man turned the linen cloth over after wiping it clean, leaned over and said, "That's okay." You must go to Yuelao Bridge to see it, put a lantern on the Chaomu River underneath, write the name of your sweetheart, it will last forever.”

"Yuelaoqiao?" Wen Yan opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Xiao Heng again, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Since I can remember, I've been in Mobei for most of the time, and I don't know what to ask." Xiao Heng lowered his head and tied up his sleeves for Wen Yan. Interested.

"I don't need to ask for marriage, so I don't need it." Zhou Yan shrugged.

"That Yuelao Bridge is only called Yuelao Bridge during the Lantern Festival, and it is called Chishi Bridge on weekdays." The old man replied cheerfully.

"Akashi Bridge." Wen Yan nodded.

He still knows about Chishi Bridge. This bridge existed when the surname Chu was not in the world. There is no official history, and the unofficial history does not know its origin. It is only passed down from generation to generation that immortals walked by .

Being associated with strange powers and chaos, the rulers of various dynasties were afraid of breaking a taboo, so they didn't change their names, and they didn't dare to put some thought into it.

It's just that he really doesn't know about Yuelaoqiao this time.

"If you don't have a sweetheart, you can put a lantern to pray for blessings. After all, you are connected with the sky. If the immortal hears it and gives you a blessing, it is a great blessing." The old man stood up leisurely.

It was probably because they were really happy to see Wen Yan and the others, and continued to hehe: "I should be lucky today. I met a few young masters who look like immortals. If I feel good about it, I might even meet the shabby little corner of me, the Holy Spirit." Sit down."

As soon as Xiao Heng stopped rolling his sleeves, Zhou Yan also looked at Wen Yan with great interest.

"My lord, that's really wonderful. I don't know if I have this blessing. I want to see it too." Zhou Yan joked.

Wen Yan covered her lips and coughed lightly.

"That's not true, our sage of Yunchu came down to earth from that immortal family." The old man folded the linen in twos and threes, smiling until the fine lines at the corners of his eyes deepened. , everything will go smoothly in the future, and Yunchu will be in peace for ten thousand years."

Wen Yan felt a gust of wind blowing by, warm and drunk, making his heart a little sore.

Chu Huaijin was used to the infamy of "faint lord" and "tyrant", this occasional pity made him a little hard to bear.

There was a sudden warmth in his hand, Wen Yan looked up, Xiao Heng's hand was on the back of his hand, staring at him with a smile.

The wontons were smoking hot, and they were placed on the table with a loud greeting.

The bottom of the clear soup was sprinkled with a layer of finely minced meat and shredded vegetables, and the white mist that rose up rushed towards the face, and it quietly dispersed before anyone could sniff it.

The alleyway is not like an outer embankment, the lights are slightly dimmed, but it is extraordinarily lush because of the voices of people a few steps away.

"Sirs, eat slowly. If it's not enough, just ask me to add another bowl." After the old man finished speaking, he smiled and greeted the next table. He could vaguely hear the old woman standing in front of the stall saying: Whether you are used to eating or not, don't tell them not to have fun."

"I'm used to eating, I'm used to eating, they're all sons of good people, I don't have any airs, and I can talk to an old man like me."

Wen Yan bowed his head and took a sip, but it didn't really taste special, but he was patient for a long time, and ate spoonful by spoonful slowly.

"This is called the group of people in the dining room. I'm afraid they are going to shout for old age and return home again." Zhou Yan looked at the current emperor who "except for the general who slaughtered the levy, no one will give face to others", and now he sat down. Eating a bowl of wontons in clear soup with little water on the street felt a little funny.

He didn't have much appetite and stopped in front of the stall purely to warm Chu Huaijin's body, but now he felt that the stop was really right.

"If you are full, don't eat." Xiao Heng saw that Wen Yan's eating speed had slowed down significantly, and said: "There are still a lot of food down there, just taste it."

"It's really impossible, tell Zihuan to snatch this old man into the palace." Zhou Yan laughed.

Wen Yan just raised his lips, shook his head slowly, with some tiny lights in his eyes, and said softly: "I have to finish eating."

Otherwise, the old woman might be disappointed.

"Okay." Xiao Heng wiped away the water marks on the corners of Wen Yan's lips, and said, "Finish."

When the old man came to collect the dishes, he looked at the three bowls that were so clean that he couldn't stop laughing after a moment of astonishment. He thought that these wealthy sons who looked at the money must have looked down on their clear soup. There are side dishes, but who knows, I finished them all.

He rubbed his hands on the cloth in front of his abdomen several times, and said with a smile, "Young Master, did you enjoy your meal?"

Wen Yan smiled and said "Thank you", and when she saw the old woman looking up over there, she nodded slightly as a signal. When she got up, Wen Yan made a sudden movement, turned around and said softly: "If The old man really met that saint, do you... want anything?"

Wen Yan originally wanted to say "what do you want to ask for", but when the words came to his lips, he turned around, the word "beg" is not very suitable for this world of fireworks.

"How can it be, if the Holy One can come and eat a bowl, it will be a great blessing to make him eat happily." The old man said with a smile.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, smiled faintly, and said very lightly: "I enjoyed my meal."

After saying that, the three of them turned and walked away.

The old man didn't come back to his senses for a moment, until he saw the gold ingot blocked by a bowl, he was shocked to realize what he was about to hear.

When he looked up again, the three of them were nowhere to be seen.

"Old woman! Old woman! Look at what this is!" The old man ran quickly, and said in a low voice, "It was given by the Holy One! It was given by the Holy One!"