Yunyue past events

Summer is approaching, and the early morning sun shone warmly on his body. Yue Qian parked the carriage aside and went into Nanshi to buy things. He bought two jars of fine wine, some dried meat, and some rice grains.

As in the past,? He drove out of the south city gate, and there were always crowds gathered outside the city gate, full of excitement, but today in the midst of this excitement, he heard crying.

Yue Qian slowed down the speed and looked for the source of the sound. On the road, he met several Rongguo men who were bound. These men's clothes were tattered and their faces were sad. They were tied together and escorted by soldiers. where to send.

A large group of old people, women and children followed, probably family members. The family members were driven away by the soldiers and refused to leave, crying loudly.

Passers-by on the road talked a lot. Listening to the conversations of passers-by, they knew that these people who were tied up were poor people. Because they owed a lot of taxes, they needed to serve hard labor to pay off their debts.

The fate waiting for them is to go to the front line to build city walls, dig ditches, cut wood and burn charcoal, carry mineral materials, etc., and such drudgery related to war.

Similar laws and regulations also exist in other countries. As Master Qin in the Southern Qi Dynasty said, tyranny is more terrible than tigers.

The cries in front of him gradually faded away, and the crowd of onlookers also dispersed. Yue Qian drove the car to Nanqili. He walked through the familiar grove and saw the inner gate of Nanqili from a distance.

Chang's father put the food on the food table and dived deeper to fill the rice. The old and the young sat together to eat, and they ate stewed chicken and steamed bean rice.

Huhu drank a big mouthful of soup, and Chang's father ate a chicken wing carefully, not wasting any skin and meat, he was always very frugal.

It seems that the habits formed in the garden are hard to change in this life.

Father Chang wiped his hands and asked, "Did you see officers and soldiers arresting you when you came?"

Yue Qian picked up the rice, chewed it slowly, and said, "I happened to meet you."

Father Chang felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Today, some officers and soldiers entered Nanqili, causing the people in Nanqili to scream and panic. Father Chang did not dare to go out to watch, but only dared to listen to the outside through the wall.

Scooping up a bowl of chicken soup, Yue Qian held it in his hands and drank it. After drinking more than half of the bowl, he said: "The poor people who can't pay taxes are caught."

I can still vividly see the tragic scene when I left the city.

Father Chang put down the chicken leg he was gnawing, and seemed to be touched by something. He sighed and said, "I thought that Rongguo is so powerful that we won't have the bad governance of our Yunyue."

Yueqian had already drank a bowl of chicken soup, so he went to fill another bowl, the heat blurred his face, he only heard him ask: "Treat the Chinese people who have made slight mistakes as prisoners, and send them to hard labor. What did my father do in those days?" Do you do that too?"

When the Yunyue Kingdom fell, Yueqian was young and didn't know many things.

Chang Fu said helplessly: "At that time, our Yunyue Kingdom had enemies on all sides, there were repeated wars, the people's livelihood was in decline, and the people suffered unspeakably."

Yue Qian was silent, Yunshui City in his childhood memories was very prosperous, and the nobles were well-clothed and well-fed, but he never noticed the poor people huddled in the corner.

"Life is short, you and I have something to eat, and it's a blessing to be free from disease and disaster, and the rest dare not think about it, and there is nothing we can do." Chang's father took a sip of soup, picked up the half-gnawed chicken leg, and lost his taste for a while.

The two stopped talking, and became more and more reticent. Father Chang felt that what he heard and saw was sad, and he didn't want to talk more.

After eating, Yue Qian stood up and walked past Chang's father, only then did Chang's father notice that he didn't have a sword around his waist.

Father Chang asked, "Where's your sword?"

Yue Qian replied, "I didn't bring it today."

Going back to Southern Qi today, I dressed plainly and carried such a sword, it would be ostentatious.

Mentioning the sword, Chang's father recalled his shock when he saw it for the first time.It was a precious sword worth hundreds of gold. The scabbard was inlaid with several gemstones, and the body of the sword was covered with dark lines.

It was also from then on that Chang's father realized that the relationship between Yue Qian and Gong Ziling might be unusual.

The master bestows a sharp sword on the attendant, which is a kind of absolute trust, entrusting his wealth and life.

Father Chang chewed beans and rice slowly, his teeth were bad, he hadn't finished his dinner yet, he looked up and saw Yue Qian walked into the courtyard, standing under the moon, that figure looked quite lonely.

Recently, I always feel that he has a lot on his mind, and if I ask him, he doesn't say anything, and if I ask, it's useless.

Sleeping in Nanhuai at night, Yueqian lay on his simple wooden bed, the bedroom was dark, only a bright moon outside the window gave off a little light.

The more he dived into the darkness and fell into contemplation, he has experienced many things in the world, but he is always confused.

It is said that in ancient times, people were simple and harmonious, and they were not interested in fighting, and everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. There will be such a description in the book, and I think it is also a kind of sustenance.

At noon on the second day, Yue Qian drove back to the city, and met a carriage driving in the opposite direction on the road.The road was wide enough to allow two cars to pass through, Yue Qian was driving normally, but unexpectedly the carriage suddenly blocked in front of him, the curtain was lifted, and there was an old acquaintance sitting in the carriage, it was Zheng Ming.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but Zheng Ming has changed a lot. He is dressed gorgeously and wears a sword on his waist. He looks proud of himself.

Zheng Ming's family is in the city, since Gong Ziling dismissed him from his position, he doesn't know where he is hanging out now, judging by his attire, he should be serving as an attendant by the side of some powerful son.

Zheng Ming looked at the clothes on Yue Qian's body, and found that every item on the other side was more expensive than his own, and frowned in displeasure.

Secretly comparing and losing the wind, Zheng Ming was still complacent, and he shouted at Yueqian: "Come here, let me tell you something."

"Speak up if you have something to say." Yue Qian sat still, calm and relaxed.

"Okay, let me tell you, you gang of Yue people won't be complacent for a long time, and your death is imminent."

Zheng Ming smiled sinisterly, and he said: "Especially a Yue slave like you who harbors evil intentions, he should have been sent to Xishi to be beheaded a long time ago!"

Yue Qian's voice was indifferent, without raising his eyebrows: "Is it finished?"

The other party's arrogance stung Zheng Ming, and he shouted angrily: "Don't be arrogant! Do you know who my master is?"

Can't wait, Zheng Ming asked himself and answered: "My master is Shen Shaozai, the father of the king's favorite concubine Shen Ji!"

It doesn't seem to be very surprising, after all, a few steps ahead is Shen Shaozai's mansion.

Seeing that he failed to scare Yueqian, Zheng Ming jumped out of the carriage, walked up to Yueqian, put his face forward, and sarcastically said: "You don't know, you Yueren have done a great thing! A Yue cook dared to stab the archer with a fish knife because he was whipped."

The shooter Zheng Ming mentioned was Shen Ji's younger brother, whose real name was Shen Kui, and the shooter was his official position.

Zheng Ming showed a narrow and wretched smile: "The stabbing is still life-threatening! Do you think you gang of Yue people will end well?"

"I've heard about it, and it turned out that the stabbing was not in the right place." Yueqian was still calm. He had indeed heard about it, but the outside world didn't know the details of Shen Kui's injury.

Saying it hurt Shin Kyu's face.

Zheng Ming realized that he had spoken too many slips of the tongue, and his expression was a little nervous.

Yue sneaked up on him, and threatened him by the way: "You also know that I often go to Xishi Restaurant to find Jiuji for drinks, and as soon as I spread the word there, I will say that I heard you tell the hidden disease of the archer with my own ears, otherwise I would not know. Do you think it will reach the shooter's ears tomorrow?"

Shen Kui, the shooter, was a drunkard. He often went to Xishi to drink flowers and wine. He must have heard it.

Zheng Ming became angry from embarrassment, anxious and startled: "How dare you..."

"I know you want to kill me, but I don't have a deep hatred with you. Zheng Ming, you'd better not mess with me, then I won't trouble you, how about it?"

Yue Qian spoke this passage very frankly, and he was far superior to Zheng Ming in terms of momentum.

Before Zheng Ming could reply, Yue Qian had already turned the car around, passed by Zheng Ming's carriage, and galloped away.

Zheng Ming often went in and out of the mansions of the rich and powerful, so he naturally knew how to balance in his heart, Yue Qian was the confidant of Gong Ziling, and Gong Ziling and the prince were in the same camp, and their strength crushed Shen Shaozai's family.

Today is just Dao Feng Yue Qian, Zheng Ming couldn't help but laugh, but unexpectedly, he was manipulated by the other party.

In the past few days, the city was indeed not peaceful, and there was an undercurrent surging. Even though he was only a servant, Yue Qian had noticed it.

Back in the mansion in the city, Yue Qian took a shower and changed clothes, and hurried to Gong Ziling's residence, where Gong Ziling was receiving guests in the study.

In the study room, apart from Prince Ling, there were two other people, one was Huan Boyan, the grandson of Sima Huan, and the other was Jiang Qi, Prince of Dai.I don't know what the three of them talked about before, Yue Qian waited outside, through the window, only saw Jiang Qi wiping his sweat from a distance.

The people in the room, except for Gong Ziling who cast a glance towards Yue Qian, the others didn't notice the existence of Yue Qian.After a long time, Gong Ziling sent the two guests out of the courtyard in person, Huan Boyan still looked domineering, while Jiang Qi lowered his head and bent over, as if he had been severely reprimanded.

Gong Ziling smoothed things over, took the two of them by the hand and said, "Zuotu has already been envoys to the Kingdom of Dai, and he will go to see the King of Dai to find out in person. Is the King of Dai going to the Kingdom of Wei, or is he going to maintain an ally with the Kingdom of Rong? You will know sooner or later. Bo Yan, instead of thinking about it and listening to rumors, it is better to wait patiently for two days and wait for news from Zuo disciple."

"Mr. Ling, don't intercede for Dai Kingdom anymore. Dai Kingdom wants to please both sides, so it's not enough to trust. If King Dai dares to violate the covenant, our Rong Kingdom will definitely not be easy to mess with!"

Huan Boyan withdrew his hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, yelled angrily, as if he was about to pull out the sword in the next second, and chased Jiang Qi all over the courtyard.

Zhaoling grabbed Huan Boyan's hand again, and Huan Boyan, who was a martial artist, wanted to break free, only to find that the seemingly frail young master Ling was not weak.

"Calm down! You are so manic, why bring Jiang Qi to my side to judge!" Zhao Ling yelled, his voice was sharp, and Huan Boyan finally calmed down.

It was impossible to shake hands and make peace. Huan Boyan and Jiang Qi broke up unhappy and went their separate ways.Jiang Qi was really a little afraid of Huan Boyan, who had a violent temper, and didn't dare to look at him.

After sending the two away, Zhao Ling returned to the main courtyard, and Yue Qian came to his side, silently following behind.Yue Qian's footsteps were very light, but Zhao Ling still noticed it, and asked, "Didn't I give you a two-day holiday, why did you come back?"

He has a gentle voice. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not have imagined that he still has such a fierce side.

Yue Qian replied: "Father Chang is safe and well, and the subordinates have returned."

If you want to come back, you will come back.

Recently, Yueqian would also tell Zhaoling about his time in Yuanyu, and even some things that could not be explained to outsiders, so Zhaoling knew that Changfu, the old slave in Yueqian's house, was the one who raised Yueqian in Yuanyuan. people, like father and son.

The two walked and talked, and unknowingly walked under the tall sycamore tree. Zhao Ling felt tired and stopped.

Zhao Ling looked towards the winding stone path leading to the dormitory, and the deep courtyard, and said leisurely: "You came just in time."

"Take off your robe." Zhao Ling gave a strange order.

Yue Qian took off his outer robe, which was wide enough to lay on the ground, enough for Zhao Ling to lie down.

Under the canopy of the tree was a good place to enjoy the shade, with a gentle breeze, Zhao Ling lay on his back, his eyes half-opened, showing a tired face, he was indeed tired.

Participated in the court meeting early in the morning, and just returned to the mansion, I don't want to have to act as a mediator.

Yue Qian helped Zhao Ling untie the tassel around his neck and remove the hair crown. During this process, Zhao Ling kept watching him.

Stretching out a hand and touching Yue Qian's eyebrows with the pulp of her fingers, Zhao Ling asked, "What's wrong?"

Even though the man's emotions were rarely shown on his face, Zhao Ling could still sense that he had something on his mind.

Yue Qian whispered: "Nothing."

Sitting next to the tree trunk, with Gongzi Ling lying beside him, the sun passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting spots of light on the faces and shoulders of the two, so dazzling that Zhao Ling used his hands to block the light.

The breeze blew through a cluster of green bamboos in the courtyard, making rustling noises, fluttering clothes, and fluttering hair. Zhao Ling was drowsy, resting her head on Yue Qian's leg and closing her eyes.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-08?23:29:59~2021-07-10?16:13:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: Quacka? 4; Plasma? 3; Xinyulh? 2; Haha, Qingu, Charming? 1;

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