The morning sun of crossing

The Chen family's mother and son settled down, and after Pang Zhi's injury was almost healed, Wen Chenxu and his group left Wancheng.

Continuing to go south, I encountered many small things but did not have a lot of big things. Generally speaking, I still had a lot of fun.

When leaving the city gate this morning, Wen Chenxu, who lifted the curtain of the car, happened to see an old man carrying a load and another old woman supporting him behind him, and he couldn't help being touched by their tacit understanding.

After walking out of the city for a while, seeing the weather was good and the scenery outside was okay, after estimating how long it would take to get to the next place, thinking that it would be boring to stay in the carriage all the time, Xu Qingcang knocked on the carriage .

"Uncle?" Wen Chenxu, who heard the voice, stuck his head out of the car window.

"Do you want to come out for a walk?" Xu Qingcang pointed outside.

Quickly glanced outside, Wen Chenxu who was a little bored nodded, "Yes!"

Hearing that he could go out for a walk, Pang Zhi was also very happy, and opened the car curtain early.

The carriage stopped quickly, Xu Qingcang took down the wheelchair from behind, took Wen Chenxu out and put him on the wheelchair.

Pang Zhi jumped out of the carriage by himself, stretched his waist, raised his hand to cover his forehead and looked at the sky.

The warm but unobtrusive sunlight shone on his body, which made Wen Chenxu feel in a good mood.

Reaching out and pulling a piece of dog's tail grass from the side of the road, Wen Chenxu suddenly turned his head and said, "Uncle, when are we going back to the capital?"

It has been more than a month since I came out, and Pang Zhi was not used to the nagging of his "old man" in his ears, so after hearing his words, he didn't clamored to go back before the New Year's Eve as before.

"You want to go back?"

Obviously seeing him having fun outside, Xu Qingcang was a little puzzled at first when he suddenly mentioned going back, and then made a guess.

What's so good about the emperor? !

Grinding his teeth sadly, Xu Qingcang said: "What's the point in the capital, let's play for a while."

"How long is a period of time?" Wen Chenxu twirled the bristlegrass in his hand, accidentally broke it, and simply wove a ring around it.

"One month." Thinking about the decision made before, Xu Qingcang said.

"Then we are about to go back." Pang Zhi interjected.

Wen Chenxu nodded in agreement.

"It won't be that long before we go back, and we will fall if we go forward for more than ten days." Xu Qingcang said.

One month is not long or short, but after knowing the exact time to go back, Wen Chenxu is more looking forward to it.

Seeing his nephew smiling so happily when he heard the time to go back, Xu Qingcang was sad but also relieved.

I can't stay with him for the rest of my life no matter what, there will always be someone by his side in the future, as long as it can make him safe and happy, in fact, I don't have to worry too much about it.

He comforted himself in his heart, but Xu Qingcang found that he still couldn't help it!

Looking at his changing expression, Pang Zhi probably knew why, and couldn't help but smiled and winked at Wen Chenxu and said: "Your uncle is jealous!"

Wen Chenxu looked at his uncle with his eyes, and then said: "It's very fun to go out to play with my uncle. Next time we have time, let's go out together, okay, uncle?"

"Of course, next time we can go by water, and then..."

Xu Qingcang originally thought it was a pleasure to come out with him this time, and when he heard that he thought so too, he immediately talked to him about the next plan with a smile on his face.

Smiling and listening, Wen Chenxu answered a few words from time to time, and occasionally made two suggestions.

After walking this short path, several people remounted their horses and returned to the carriage.

At noon, they saw a tea house in the suburbs, and they decided to rest here.

The owner of the teahouse was an old man with graying hair but a healthy spirit. When he saw them, he immediately greeted them.

When the old man gestured, they realized that he could neither hear nor speak.

Taking the tea poured by the old man with both hands, Wen Chenxu smiled.

The old man also smiled at him, pointed to the horse tied to the tree in front, and took a bucket to feed the horse.

Looking at the old man's back, Pang Zhi said after taking a sip of warm tea, "No wonder he always talks about being deaf and dumb. This old man is really pitiful."

"Maybe life is a little harder, but he is healthy and able to support himself, so he is not pitiful." Wen Chenxu held the tea bowl and looked at the old man's back as well.

Seeing the old man feeding the horse with a peaceful smile on his face, Pang Zhi nodded.

After drinking the tea, they didn't leave the teahouse immediately, and they were still sitting, so Xu Qingcang simply got up and helped the old man chop the pile of firewood next to him.

At first the old man waved his hands desperately, but when he couldn't stop him, he smiled cheerfully at him.

"Then I'll go help too." Pang Zhi couldn't sit still and looked around, then squatted down to the stove where the big copper pot was burning and stuffed firewood into it.

"Don't pack so much, the fire will go out by then." Noticing his movements, Wen Chenxu reminded him as he pushed the wheelchair over.

"Ah? Isn't it that the more firewood it burns, the faster it burns?" Pang Zhi turned around and said.

"Of course not." Wen Chenxu said, bending down and pulling out some thicker firewood.

Seeing the two good-looking teenagers around the stove to help, the old man smiled and rubbed his hands, then turned around and went to the corner to get some things and handed them over.

"Sweet potato?" Wen Chenxu looked at the old man suspiciously, then pointed at the stove guessing.

The old man nodded, then pointed to the sweet potato in his hand, then to them, and finally to the stove.

"Thank you!" Wen Chenxu nodded with a smile, took a few big sweet potatoes and threw them into the stove.

Seeing that he understood what he meant, the old man smiled even more happily.

"What did he mean just now?" Pang Zhi couldn't help but approached him and asked.

"He wants to treat us to roasted sweet potatoes." Wen Chenxu said.

"Roasted sweet potatoes?" Pang Zhi glanced into the stove, and then prepared to wait here.

After the old man picked up the hot water and poured it into the bucket with tea leaves, and put a pot of cold water on the stove, he squatted down with a wooden stick to dig out the stove.

Seeing the five or six black balls pulled out, Pang Zhi turned his head, "Chen Xu, are you sure this is edible?"

"You can eat it after you peel it off," Wen Chenxu said.

Along the way, he also ate a lot of things that he hadn't eaten before. Hearing his words and smelling the aroma, Pang Zhi nodded.

After drying the sweet potatoes for a while, the old man picked them up in a bamboo basket and handed them to them.

"Thank you!" Pang Zhi reached out to take it, and held it in front of Wen Chenxu, "How can I eat?"

"Eat it with your mouth!" Wen Chenxu replied with a smile, picked up a sweet potato, broke it, stuffed half of it into the old man's hand, and took a bite himself.

Looking at the red and sweet sweet potato meat, Pang Zhi took one and gave the basket to Lu Yi and the others, then squatted next to Wen Chenxu and taught him to break open the sweet potato and eat it.

Just when the sweet sweet potato smell wafted through the entire teahouse, the sound of carriages and horses came.

Soon, more than a dozen people drove the carriage and stopped outside the teahouse. After leaving a few people beside the carriage, the others sat down around the table outside.

"Boss, serve two pots of tea!"

The old man couldn't hear it, and he was sitting with his back facing the outside, so naturally he didn't respond.Seeing this, Pang Zhi, who had just finished eating the sweet potatoes and washed his hands, picked up the teapot and uncovered the barrel, poured two pots of tea into it and put them on the table.

Originally, seeing that the boss didn't even pour tea for them, he still had some complaints, but when he turned around and saw a slightly blessed young man in brocade clothes, he couldn't help swallowing the words that came to his mouth.

Those of them who travel south and north have the most discerning eyesight. Looking at the young man's clothes, he knew that he could not be the boss here. Although he didn't know why he brought the tea here, he didn't dare to offend anyone casually.

The left and right were tired of pouring tea by themselves, and those people sent a pot of tea and a few bowls to the carriage, and then poured tea and drank it themselves.

After drinking tea, the people at the table chatted, and the contents of the obedient words came from the capital.

Wen Chenxu and his group walked the same way for more than a month, but these people arrived after seven days of traveling day and night.

By the time the old man saw the people who had come, they would have already had tea by themselves.

Pang Zhi drenched his sleeves just after pouring two pots of tea, and returned to the carriage to change his clothes.

And Wen Chenxu said a few words to Xu Qingcang, then returned to sit at the table.

After a while, Xu Qingcang took a wooden board back and put it on the table.

"Thank you uncle!" Wen Chenxu looked at the board in front of him and said.

"Why are you being polite to uncle, not to mention that you are doing a good deed." Xu Qingcang patted his head and said.

Wen Chenxu smiled, took out a charcoal pencil from the wooden box on the wheelchair, and began to write on the wooden board seriously.

Although he felt that not all the people here could be literate, and the reminders from the wooden board were limited, Xu Qingcang did not remind him, after all, it was good to have such a heart.

However, after writing two words, Wen Chenxu couldn't help but stop. He has seen a lot of things these days, so he couldn't help but think: "Uncle, will I let people with malicious intentions come back if I put up this sign?" After seeing it, you know the old man can't hear it and steal his things?"

Hearing his concerns, Xu Qingcang laughed, "Let's not talk about how such a person could be literate? Even if there are really literate and bad-hearted people, they can't look down on the things in the teahouse that is exposed on three sides."

Wen Chenxu felt relieved and asked Xu Qingcang to hang it in a conspicuous place after writing a reminder on the wooden board.

After finishing work on the board, Wen Chenxu held the tea bowl with bent lips.

Before the tea was served, the conversation at the table next to him caught his attention, and he couldn't help but put down the bowl.

"Is it true or not that the emperor was assassinated some time ago?"

"I heard that the sword was stabbed into the chest by an assassin who sneaked into the palace. The transmission is so clear, it is probably true."

"No way, if the emperor was really assassinated, it wouldn't be known to everyone, right?"

"It's not the news from the palace. It is said that the murderer is a relic of the previous dynasty, and the news is also spread by them."

"It seems……"

The voices of these people were naturally lowered when discussing such things, but after hearing the key word "emperor", Wen Chenxu couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen, and naturally heard a general idea.

Wen Chenxu couldn't hear what they said later, and unconsciously touched the tea bowl to the ground.

All the people in the tea room looked over and saw that they just knocked a bowl, and the people at the next table looked away first.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qingcang, who had hung the board, walked back in two steps and asked concerned.

"Uncle." Wen Chenxu grabbed his sleeve, "Xuanyao is injured!"

How could the emperor be injured?And he didn't see a bird coming over just now, how did he know?

It's not convenient to say here, Xu Qingcang greeted Ren Kailin and they pushed him to the carriage.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the old man followed them out.

Wen Chenxu, who noticed him, suppressed his worries, smiled at the old man and entered the carriage.

He also returned a smile all over his face, and the old man turned back to the teahouse after watching the carriage go away.

Xu Qingcang followed the carriage instead of riding a horse. After the carriage started to drive, he looked at his nephew, "What did you just say that the emperor was injured?"

With hot eyes, he repeated what he heard in the teahouse, and Wen Chenxu looked at him.

The remnants of the former dynasty have indeed been more active in recent years. If it is said that they assassinated the emperor Xu Qingcang, he would definitely believe it, but if they were successful in the assassination...

However, Xu Qingcang couldn't be sure when he thought that there was still King Duan who was becoming more and more restless.

Seeing that his uncle didn't speak, Wen Chenxu became even more worried, "Uncle, let's go back to the capital!"

As a general, if the emperor is really assassinated now, then he will definitely not be able to stay outside.

"Okay, let's go back now. There is an imperial doctor here, so don't worry too much." Xu Qingcang patted his head and said.

The carriage turned around and returned to the county town where it left in the morning before dark, and was going to start the journey tomorrow after a night's rest.

In the evening, Wen Chenxu, who was sitting in front of the bed after washing, flipped through the letters and paintings sent by Chu Chengchen. After reading them all, he picked up the letter from three days ago and read it over and over again.

knock --

Hearing the knock on the door, Wen Chenxu recovered his senses and looked at the door, "Who?"

"It's uncle." Xu Qingcang replied, "Why aren't you sleeping? Do you need uncle to accompany you?"

"No need, uncle, I'll go to sleep now." Wen Chenxu said, putting the paper on the bed into a wooden box, and then blew out the lamp beside the bed.

Standing at the door for a long time, Xu Qingcang turned and left after hearing the sound of steady breathing from inside.

Xu Shi responded to thinking day by day and dreaming at night. Wen Chenxu, who fell asleep at night, suddenly had a dream. In the dream, a man in a bright yellow dragon robe walked out of the hall, but was suddenly stabbed in by a man in eunuch uniform with a dagger. chest.

The sleeping person shook his head, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes but he couldn't wake up.

The next morning, Xu Qingcang was a little worried when he saw his nephew who was not in good spirits.

Wen Chenxu said that he was fine, but he hoped to get to the capital sooner.

Xu Qingcang and Pang Zhi were also a little worried about the situation in the capital, so they naturally agreed to speed up.