King's Landing [Rebirth]

In the name of Jiang Yi's burial, it was not a simple matter to lure Jiang Shengxue and the government servants out of the city together. There were some uncontrollable factors in it, Liang Jian and Mei Zhenghan were well aware of this.However, Liang Jian still intends to turn this uncontrollable into controllable. As long as it is about Mei Zhenghan, he will not let the other party take any risks.

"I'm going out for a trip to prepare things now, do you have anything for me to bring?"

After discussing the follow-up matters, Liang Jian will go out for activities.When Mei Zhenghan heard that he was going out, he stood up without hesitation and prepared to follow, but Liang Jian added the second half of the sentence, and he asked in surprise, "You don't want to take me with you?"

Liang Jian nodded, showing the same expression as before, and said as a matter of course: "There are government servants outside, are they taking you to be a living target? You take good care of your injuries here, and I will arrange everything. By the way..." Liang Jian As Jane said, she took out a short dagger and threw it to Mei Zhenghan, saying: "Although you are not used to using knives, I can't find a suitable spear for you now, so you should take this dagger first."

Mei Zhenghan caught the dagger thrown by Liang Jian, looked up at Liang Jian, and asked, "You even gave me the weapon for self-defense, what should you do if you encounter trouble?"

Liang Jian smiled, and dismissed his worry: "I'm just a passerby, who would bother me if I have nothing to do? Let's go, be careful yourself. If it's not safe here, you can leave. Don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself. will find you."

Although it is said that the most dangerous place is also the safest, but unbelievers will come in to search the empty house.Liang Jian didn't want Mei Zhenghan to worry about him, and would stay nearby and refuse to leave when he was in danger.

In the room, Mei Zhenghan took the dagger Liang Jian gave him, and took the knife out of the scabbard.The clear snow-colored blade reflected Mei Zhenghan's ruddy face, and under the shattered sunlight, the blade looked as thin as a cicada's wing.Boring, Mei Zhenghan pulled out a piece of hair and put it on. The hair broke into two sections and fell to the ground. He let out an exclamation in his heart.

"He gave me such a good knife, isn't he afraid that I will throw him away with the knife? Speaking of this county, I am more familiar with it than him." Mei Zhenghan put the knife into its sheath, wondering why Liang Jian was so relieved he.It was obvious that they met for the first time last night, but Liang Jian treated him as if he met an old friend, not a stranger.

Mei Zhenghan thought about it in his heart, and made sure that he had never met Liang Jian before.With Liang Jian's appearance, if he had seen it and forgotten it, then he must have been seriously lame at the time.This kind of beauty can be forgotten, and it hurts so much when you regret it.

"Huh?" Mei Zhenghan was playing with the dagger in his hand boredly, and suddenly what Liang Jian said just now flashed in his mind, he grabbed the dagger, frowned and said: "I didn't bring a weapon last night... he How do you know that I am used to using a long | spear, but not good at using a knife?"

What Liang Jian said just now was so natural that Mei Zhenghan didn't realize that something was wrong at the time. Looking back now, Liang Jian seemed to have known his usual weapon for a long time.Mei Zhenghan didn't want to suspect that Liang Jian had ulterior motives, and comforted herself in her heart that Liang Jian might have heard it from the neighbors when she was asking about it.

Neighbors have all grown up watching Mei Zhenghan, so they have some understanding of his living habits, which seems to make sense.Mei Zhenghan nodded affirmatively, accepting this seemingly far-fetched reason.He didn't admit that it was all because of his good looks.

But really counting, Liang Jian never did anything to hurt him, instead, he has been helping him since saving him.If he really had ulterior motives, Mei Zhenghan had no doubt that he would have died hundreds of times.Because this person looked harmless to humans and animals on the surface, but Mei Zhenghan still smelled a similar smell from him based on his many years of experience in the world.

That is the characteristic of beasts that have killed people and been stained with blood.The rivers and lakes say whether they are big or small, and there should be a lot of bloody killings.

Liang Jian didn't know that Mei Zhenghan was suspicious because of his own slip of the tongue. After he left the alley, he went directly to the inn where he was yesterday. As expected, he saw the old storyteller who escaped swiftly yesterday.He was sitting on the high platform like a normal person, but today he changed the story and told about Jianghu.There were three or two guests in the audience, and everyone was not interested, and they were still talking about Jiang's affairs.

Liang Jian ordered a pot of tea, picked a seat close to the old man, and quietly listened to the exaggerated Jianghu stories told by the old man.The guests of the teahouse come and go, come and go, and the old man is not affected, he will tell the story as he wants, and he will not start over just because the person who listens to the story changes.

Liang Jian listened patiently to the old man's ramblings, but he was patient, but the tea drinkers were impatient.Even the owner of the teahouse couldn't bear his long and stinky poor story, and yelled at him to change it.

"Hey, that's why you don't understand. The story must flow slowly." The old man stroked his goatee, his face full of emotion that a child can't teach.But when his eyes fell on Liang Jian's side, he paused for a short while before hesitant to speak.

Liang Jian noticed his gaze, picked up the teacup, made a gesture of replacing tea with wine, and said, "I have a good story. I don't know if the old man would like to hear me tell you something. This story is similar to that of the moon. About, the red moon."

Liang Jian's voice was not high, and there was no one around him, as long as the old man on the high platform could hear what he said clearly.He looked like a charlatan at first, but the old man who had no right to do anything suddenly became energetic and his eyes glowed.At that moment, it seemed that he was not a storyteller from a poor place, but a local rich man who saw a lot of money, and his coveted color flashed.

But soon, he calmed down his emotions, leaned back on his seat listlessly, and looked for a story to tell in his mind, as if he didn't take Liang Jian's words to heart.

Liang Jian smiled, and instead of urging the old man, he drank tea calmly.He has cast the bait and it is up to the fish whether to take the hook or not.And he believed that this bait was enough to attract the old man.

The old man on the stage fumbled for the wine gourd on his waist and took a big gulp of wine. He sneaked a few glances at Liang Jian, seeing that he was not in a hurry, he was a little uncertain.The news of the blood moon legend, this is a good opportunity that can't be met.

The teahouse would not be quiet without the voice of the storyteller. The guests were chattering non-stop. Their voices drew the shopkeeper's attention, and the shopkeeper didn't realize that the storyteller he hired was slacking off.

Time passed quietly, Liang Jian waited for a while, seeing that the old man hadn't responded yet, took out the tea money and threw it on the table, pretending to be ready to leave.The old man who was still drinking saw his movements and thought he was about to leave. The corners of his eyes twitched, he quickly put the wine gourd on his waist, quickly got down from the top, sat in front of him, and said, "Boy, what does that red moon look like?" Sample?"

Liang Jian looked up at him and said calmly, "There is a corner missing."

The old man fixed his eyes, looked at Liang Jian seriously, put away his nonchalant attitude, and said seriously: "How many years, there are still people who know that the moon is missing a corner. Boy, it seems that you do know something, but you do know Not necessarily more than me.”

"Oh?" Liang Jian showed a disdainful smile, and said, "Old man, why are you not curious that I want to tell you a story. You are not the only storyteller in this city, why did I choose you?" ?”

No matter when, people are like gossip.So storytellers are really not uncommon, and even in a remote county town, you can catch two or three with one hand, and they are all for food.Set up a table, set up a table, invite someone who can make up to sit on it, and you can make the tea drinkers happy.

On the surface, the old man seems to be just one of the many storytellers, except that he is older, has a weird temper, and runs faster, there is really nothing special about it.

Liang Jian's question directly stunned the old man.He heard the red moon just now, and knew that Liang Jian was talking about the legend of the blood moon.He remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already filled with turbulent waves.Shocked, he forgot about this inconspicuous little place, because no one knew his identity other than a storyteller.

If anyone knew, that person must have come prepared.Realizing that he had been tricked by Liang Jian, the old man's face darkened, his muscles tensed, and his right hand was secretly accumulating strength.

"Old man, I have no malicious intentions." Liang Jian poured a cup of tea for the old man, pretending not to notice the old man's movements, and said calmly: "I came to bother you to ask him to do me a favor. A message about the moon as payment."

"Is that true?" The old man looked at Liang Jian. There was really too little news about the legend of the blood moon, and few people who owned it would hand it over easily. The old man didn't believe that Liang Jian would be so kind.However, since Liang Jian knew his identity, he should also know the trading rules, so he shouldn't dare to cheat him.

Liang Jian nodded. There is no one in this world who knows the legend of the blood moon better than him. News about the legend of the blood moon, even if it is just irrelevant, can make people crazy.He only said to give the old man a message as a reward, but he didn't say whether to give it to someone who is useful or someone who looks useful but is actually useless at all.

Seeing that Liang Jian was so calm, the old man put away his murderous intentions, pondered for a moment and said, "I've accepted this deal, tell me, what do you need my old man to do for you."

"It's very simple. I heard that Dr. Jiang's coffin cannot be buried at home. I hope the old man can ask the neighbors for help so that Dr. Jiang can be buried in peace."

Liang Jian finished speaking calmly, with a relaxed tone as if inviting someone to drink tea.The old man thought he heard it wrong, and looked at Liang Jian in surprise. It was the first time he had seen someone exchange the news of the Blood Moon legend for something that had nothing to do with him.

"You... If I remember correctly, you are a foreigner who just came here yesterday. Use the news of the moon to exchange an unrelated person into the ground for peace. What are you planning?"

The old man couldn't help asking, strange things happen every year, especially this year, and he encountered them all.

Liang Jian smiled, but did not answer the old man.Sometimes the more you talk, the easier it is for people to perceive your weaknesses, and you are limited by others everywhere.

"Listen to the rules of the Yin Pavilion, and you are not allowed to inquire about the trader's words. The old man is too far away from the main rudder, have you forgotten the rules?"

"The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, who cares about me." The old man laughed disapprovingly, grabbed the flagon at his waist and poured wine into his mouth.Seeing that he acted freely, Liang Jian expected that he would not be an ordinary 'voice', so she didn't talk to him, but agreed on the time and place of the transaction, got up and left.

The old man looked at his back, his face gradually became solemn, he waved his hands, and trotted over to the shopkeeper who was shouting at him just now, leaned down respectfully and said with ear hanging: "What is the order of the palace master?"

"Dr. Jiang has been in the county for 18 years. He has rescued and healed countless people. In the end, he died in vain at the hands of corrupt officials. He couldn't even be buried for seven or eight days. It's time for someone to ask. You find a few people to do it, the sooner the better. .”

"Yes."

The shopkeeper took the order, and the old man leaned against the table, looking like an old rascal again.He shook the wine in the gourd, stroked his beard and said, "It's been three years, and finally there's news about the blood moon. I just don't know how much this kid can tell me."