Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 172|The road block the people

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The soldier of the Ministry of War walked in embarrassment, and the people watching the excitement were busy discussing, and almost no one noticed the scholar who fell off the carriage.

The scholar's right foot was squeezed. He endured the pain and got up, tried to protect the box, and then picked up the scattered baggage. After finally packing up, I was about to implore the people next to help carry the box onto the wagon. Suddenly, he found that the wheels were wrong, and he suddenly stuck, gradually showing a sad expression.

Meng Qi has already passed by, and before he speaks, he sees Mr. Jinshui like this.

"..."

It's just that the wheel is broken, so it seems like it has been hit hard.

It seems that the reason for this Mr. Jin Shui to leave Taijing is unusual.

"Sir?"

The scholar felt sad and did not respond.

Meng Qi had to use internal force to condense the voice into a line, and directly called: "Mr. Jinshui?"

Shusheng jumped up abruptly, and he screamed immediately because of the injury.

"Mister just hurt his leg?"

When Meng Qi turned his head, he suddenly saw that Moli was also coming.

In fact, as soon as Mr. Jin Shui stood up, Mo Li could see that there was something wrong with his right foot. Seeing that he was dragging the wound to move things, he got out of the carriage and came to dissuade him.

Furthermore, it is said that the scholar was originally immersed in being forced to leave Beijing, and encountered an accident in the middle, so that he was trapped here and unable to move. Now he has no relatives and friends, and he does not know where to go. Suddenly he was called the most broken. The ignorance of the identity was beyond shock. He was about to deny it, so he met Moli's face.

"..."

What kind of coincidence is this?

The scholar hurriedly looked around, but saw everyone staring at him with bright eyes and whispering, his face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was frightened and angry.

Meng Qi didn't see it right, and immediately said: "Mr., do you go to the teahouse to listen to pingtan and storytelling on weekdays?"

This question was so dumbfounding, Meng Qi did not wait for scholars to ask, and further explained: "People who practice martial arts in my generation can practice internal skills so that they can speak out of my mouth and only enter one person's ear."

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly recovered, realizing that things might be different from what he thought.

The person pointing at me is not necessarily aware of my identity, more likely he has seen a beauty.

——That’s right, the doctor who once came to ask for the silver needle, looks good.

After the scholar regained his sanity, he finally realized that his identity was not so easy to be exposed. Although his paintings were famous, they were not so well known to everyone in Taijing, men, women and children. At least ordinary people would not know it because they did not. Maybe spend money to buy those atlases. People with strict family traditions will not know, because if you want a palace map, you have to go to Peony Fang to find that bookstore.

"I'm rude." The scholar arched his hands embarrassedly.

Although he didn't say his angry words, misunderstandings are misunderstandings. He asked himself that he was not a person who is good at covering up, and his expressions had already sold out what he wanted, and others weren't blind.

The scholar is a little embarrassed at the moment, the other party may be kind, but he is almost treated as a donkey liver and lungs.

"Mr.'s feet..."

"It's okay, the foot is just a little bit, it's nothing serious, just two days of raising it." The scholar said quickly.

"But the carriage is broken, and you have so many things with you. It is really difficult to move. Why don't you take our car to Qingjiang Ferry?" Meng Qi casually suggested. He didn't ask the scholar why he wanted to leave Taijing, and he didn't ask. Where are the scholars going?

The scholar watched the baggage get into trouble. He obviously didn't seem to be walking with two people who knew his identity, but he had no choice. On the day of You Chunhui, there are people outside the capital city. It is impossible to hire a carriage temporarily when stuck here, and it is impossible to find someone to repair the carriage. Now he is anxious to leave Taijing without any delay.

"Then...Thank you two."

As soon as the scholar's voice fell, he saw a shocking scene.

Meng Qi untied the rope that dragged the broken car from the horse, and then supported the cowl, walked a few steps like a basket and put the broken car on the side of the road.

There was a moment of silence around, and then more heated discussions broke out.

"He picked up the car? One hand?"

"...What kind of weird power is this?"

Meng Qi was wearing a hat, and everyone's attention was not on his appearance, but was surprised at this easy move of moving the carriage. However, on this day of You Chunhui, usually all capable people and strangers will appear, and those who want to fight for fame do not know where they are.

Anyway, no matter whether it is a talented person or a strong man, no beauty is known as fast.

Mo Li wanted to unobtrusively bring Mr. Jinshui's box and baggage over, but half of them stared at him, and even Meng Qi moved the car with one hand to make them look away.

The enthusiasm of the people in Taijing, Moli had been taught in Dongshi half a month ago.

However, the capital city is too big and the news is transmitted slowly, and many people have never heard of it.

"I don't know who is who came to Taijing for what..."

As everyone discussed, they boldly stepped forward to inquire.

Lu Yan slapped haha ​​with a bitter face. When Mr. Jinshui got into the cart with his luggage, he immediately urged the horse to pull the cart, as if in a hurry.

Meng Qi tied the empty horse behind the cowl and did not let it pull the cart together.

——According to the etiquette, common people cannot ride in a two-horse-drawn cart.

People in the rivers and lakes rarely follow the rules. They dare to wear the silk and satin that the common people are not allowed to wear, let alone a two-horse cart, or a four-horse cart, they still ride. But those are all in the wilderness. In a place like Beijing, it is better to do more than to do less. It is not a direct taboo.

I chose to depart on the day of Youchunhui because there are countless carriages leaving the city on this day. On the one hand, it can hide the whereabouts of the second prince, and on the other hand, it is to avoid those people who are squatting in the capital to inquire about the news.

Among them, those who committed homicides, and those who belonged to Jiangnan Yichu or Southwest Tianshou King's pawn, have been almost captured by Gong Jun. The deputy commander was very loyal. Moli Mengqi helped him. He changed his hands and suppressed the treasure of Emperor Li. Anyway, the pit was almost filled with sand and stone, as long as no one digs it.

The Liuhe Temple has been destroyed, and the new temple will not be built in the same place.

The people from the rivers and lakes trapped in Shangyun Mountain that day were more enthusiastic about talking about the miracle of encountering a dragon in the mountains than Treasures. The treasure is illusory, but the dragon is real. They have seen it with their own eyes! However, every time they gestured to others with joy, the other party was very uninterested, and only repeatedly inquired about the treasures of the imperial mausoleum. After coming down several times, even the best-tempered people have to turn their faces, and it is common to even flip the table and copy guys.

Actually, this can’t be blamed. Taijing Restaurant and tea shop are full of rumors about the double dragon fighting in the sky, and I’m tired of hearing it.

In this way, one party thought that the other party was talking nonsense, and the other party thought that the other party looked down upon him. They all said that the treasures of the imperial mausoleum were a trap set by the ancestors of Qingwu. They were not speculative and fought, but the officer of the Taijing Xuncheng Yamen almost broke his leg.

Meng Qi only took the ink carp to stroll around the East City two or three times, but the astute people have bought the news from Fengxing Pavilion, and they have speculated about the sacred person who pretended to be the former dynasty national teacher. What kind of role did you play in the change of the palace?

But the matter is too complicated, and Qingwu ancestors are also involved.

Now the ancestor of Qingwu has never seen anyone or a corpse. He only inquired that he had assisted the second prince in rebellion and died under artillery. To be honest, nine out of ten people did not believe the news.

Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu, is the world's number one master. His artillery is powerful, but heavy. Couldn't he still run?

Someone wanted to ask Meng Qi to ask what happened, but Meng Qi came and went in a hurry. Every time he appeared in Taijing’s restaurants, dim sum shops, and even street vendors. Buy it and leave, never stay.

People from Fengxing Pavilion tried to follow them, but none of them succeeded.

Moli is reading medical books in the remote courtyard of the Donggong Palace, flipping through the geography of the mountains and rivers, eating a spring cake and drinking a cup of tea in his spare time, and occasionally tasting the delicacies of Beijing with Meng Qi. I don’t know that the people outside are looking for them. Quickly look for it.

At this moment, Meng Qi is leaning on the cowl with a leisurely look.

According to the plan, even if he did not meet Mr. Jinshui, he would leave some clues without a trace, let the people of the rivers and lakes know that "Meng Guoshi" is gone, be regarded as the last one to help the prince, let the guys who caused troubles all day Get out of Taijing earlier.

Yes, not the prince, now he should be called Emperor Qi.

The emperor is called by folks, but he doesn't dare to say more, and some people who are bold and don't care about it will use the name of the year.

For example, during Lu Zhang's reign, he changed his reign number three times, and the one who used it the longest was Tai Yuan, which was called Tai Yuan Emperor. But after he died, it was time to call the temple name and posthumous name, but if the court did not send out a funeral, these things would be lost.

The most coincidental thing is that this year name is new now. It was Lu Zhang who ordered Qin Tianjian to re-select auspicious ones after seeing the stars on the day of the Yuan Dynasty. He could choose the year name that could withstand the calamity. In the end, he hit "Yong Chen".

After just over a month, people died.

The good reign title that I have chosen so hard has returned to my son, I don’t know what Lu Zhang would think,

The name Yongchen Emperor is really wonderful.

"Brother Meng, why are you laughing?"

Mo Lei asked inexplicably.

There are not only them in the car, but also Lu Min with his head shrunk and Mr. Jin Shui with a pale face.

"...According to the alchemist, a person's name can be used to measure characters and see the person's life count. As for aliases and names, although they are not as important as their real names, they can also affect air luck. "Meng Qi smiled but not.

Mo Lei couldn't react, and seriously thought about which of Mr. Jinshui's name was guilty, which can't be said?

"Ah, he's talking about his elder brother." Meng Qi pointed at the second prince casually.

Mo Lei was taken aback, and soon thought of the year number.

The emperor died, and the emperor who succeeded to the throne cannot change his yuan, and usually has to wait until the second year.

The problem with Lu Yu is that he may not be able to live until the next year to change his yuan-he can only be called Emperor Yongchen.

Chen is the pivot of the stars and the sky. The heavenly palace where the North Star is located is the meaning of the emperor.

Even Lu Min, who reads poorly, knew the meaning of this word. He couldn't contain his smile and the corners of his mouth kept tilting upwards.

"Yes, yes, good sign!"

"..."

Mo Li looked at Lu Yan and didn't say that the emperor had to change his yuan the following year. This omen is not really good, otherwise it can only be extended for one year. What is "Yong Chen"?

"Just let him drive the car." Mo Li said helplessly.

Don't make fun of the second prince.

Mr. Jinshui calmed down. He looked at the three people in the car. He really couldn't see their identities and origins, and he couldn't figure out the relationship between them. He had to ask: "The three of you are--"

"The doctor and I came to the capital to travel. I didn't want to meet the lockdown and delayed a lot of the trip. Now I am about to leave." Meng Qi casually patted Lu Ming on the shoulder, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "His brother To use him to pay off debts, the right way is to make the best use of things, and people make the best use of their talents. Since he knows horses, he can use them as a coachman."

The scholar was dumbfounded, and subconsciously hugged his baggage tightly.

"Mr. do not need to be nervous. I am very pleased with Mr.'s paintings and admire Mr.'s talents. This is just a good time. I won't ask him for money."

Meng Qi’s words changed, and he asked casually, “We were waiting to hurry on the road. I didn’t expect the road to be so crowded. My husband has been living in Taijing for a long time. I know the grand occasion of the Spring Festival, so why did I choose to leave the capital on this day? ?"

The scholar looked sad and opened his mouth, after all, he didn't speak.

Now even the second prince can see that he is unspeakable.

But if others don't say it, they can't force them to ask.

Moli recalled the situation when he went to ask for silver needles. Mr. Jinshui claimed that his ancestors were doctors, and he also learned acupuncture. Because of the poor family status, in order to earn a living, he had to learn some crafts from the gold shop craftsmen. The ability of gold and silver. Instead, he had a good skill in making silver needles by hand. He also said that the Chu Dynasty was open-minded and could learn from these "outstanding ways". As long as they were not sold publicly, they would not be considered a craftsman. In the Qi Dynasty, Mr. Jinshui's life would be difficult. In the end I can only go to paint the **** palace.

Moli's eyes fell on the scholar, and Mr. Jin Shui was pressing his ankle with his hand.

This technique of bone-setting kneading...by no means a rough medical skill!

This is surprising. Being a doctor and practicing medicine is more decent than a needle maker or a spring palace painter.

Even if you don’t know how to prescribe a prescription, it’s okay to be a bone sculpting doctor with this method of sculpting bones and relaxing your muscles.

"Mr. has an enemy?" Mo Li blurted out, and then he realized that he was abrupt, and apologized, "Sir, don't take it seriously."

The scholar's face changed, and he lowered his head for a while and said: "It was indeed a bit troublesome. After I got on the boat, I separated from the three. When we meet in the water, the fate will end, the misfortune and the blessing of the body, how can it be involved? Others?"

Moli was silent.

According to his usual luck, a fire at the gate of the city will definitely burn him, and it is useless for Mr. Jinshui to hide.

Alright, don’t ask again, just wait.