Chapter 183

Without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said, "persuade you to have a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan in the west without a friend."

Zhao Changyuan's reaction was not lost to him: "five flower horses, thousands of gold fur, hu'er will exchange wine and eliminate eternal sorrow with you."

"Today there is wine, today drunk, tomorrow worry, tomorrow worry."

"Grape wine luminous cup. If you want to drink pipa, hurry immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have come back from the ancient war? "

When he woke up the next day, he felt a splitting headache and dry mouth. Just shook his head, he heard Du ruotong's voice in his ear: "Xianggong, are you awake?"

When he sat up, he found that he had slept in his room, frowned, rubbed his temples and asked, "how did I get back to the house?"

"It was the vinegar jar that brought you back."

The evil young man didn't slow down for a long time. When he suddenly realized it, the whole person jumped up from the bed: "No."

Hurried to Zhao Changyuan's door, he saw Tian Hai with swollen eyes sweeping the courtyard with a broom.

"Where is he?" The evil little asked uneasily.

Tian Hai refrained from crying and said hard, "young master, I went out before dawn."

Evil Shao ran to the place where he tasted wine last night, and the wine glass was still lying where they were sitting. He picked up the wine glass he had used in the middle of the night last night and was surprised to see the familiar marks in the glass. It was carved by his own hands. He can't see doubt at night. He can only distinguish it carefully during the day. This wine cup was used to put Zhao Changyuan down after wiping him with sweat medicine all night. Unexpectedly, it was stolen by the white faced Gong and changed the column.

"Well, you big white goose, the wine is so bad!"

The evil young man threw away the wine glass and roared angrily. Vaguely, he seemed to remember what Zhao Changyuan said to him before he was unconscious last night: "you want to go to risk for me. It's very clever, but I still knew it. It seems that it's better for us to go. "

He leaned powerlessly against the rockery wall and looked at the place where Zhao Changyuan sat with his legs bent last night. He recalled the way he casually scrawled on the ground with a branch in his hand. Most of the wine cups were dropped at that time.

In fact, it was not impulsive or righteous to want to run errands for Zhao Changyuan. Not to mention Zhao Changyuan's special identity, but their understanding of the western regions outside Yumen pass is far less than evil.

Although neither of them has been there, the evil master of others is not only a fake western region person, but also an elder figure of the Ming religion. He lived in the Central Plains incognito for ten years. Maybe he was on a whim and taught such an apprentice by the way.

But this matter, only evil Shao himself knows. Everyone has just learned that he knows Kung Fu. Who will explore where he learned Kung Fu?

But it's too late to say anything. Because Zhao Changyuan had already dressed up as a businessman, carrying a copy of the enemy customs clearance document disc found from the prisoners of war a few days ago, he galloped to the Northwest for many hours.

The sun was shining high and it was noon. In order to save time, Zhao Changyuan, the big stomach king, simply resisted the impulse to eat out on the roadside, found a cool tree, fed the horse, ate some dry food, and quickly set foot on the horse.

The more you travel to the northwest, the more desolate the scenery along the way. There are traces of war and trampled by iron cavalry. Along the way, the village houses are dilapidated and sparsely populated. In the barren fields, only the elderly, women and children can be seen. This scene made Zhao Changyuan feel very uncomfortable. It must be the result of the war here every year and the strong men drawn by the army among the people.

He suddenly remembered what Gong Yueyue had described to him, the so-called "era of peace" a thousand years later. Men and women are equal, people live comfortably and freely, and even he yearns for it. An idea that he had never had hurt faintly in his heart. Will she actually feel aggrieved when his wife comes back from such a beautiful era and is forced to stay with him? Would she not want to wake up?

"No, she said she wanted to be with me." He shook off the uneasy thoughts in his head and said to himself in silence: "moreover, I can't put it away anyway."

He clutched the reins tightly, and his uneasy thoughts were drowned in the sound of horse hoofs.

A few days on his way, Zhao Changyuan finally came near Yumen pass. At this time, he was tired and exhausted. After passing the pass, he will be in the territory of the enemy country. He must devote himself to dealing with unknown emergencies. So he decided to find a proper inn nearby that night and have a good rest. It was the best policy to keep up his spirit.

Although business exchanges have not been opened inside and outside the customs, there are not a few businessmen here. People who love money on both sides are not allowed to speculate in currency secretly. This situation is not uncommon and has become the protective color of Zhao Changyuan's visit. He prepared two identities for himself on this trip. In modern terms, he carries the passports of the two countries, which is convenient for officials of the two countries to verify, but none of them is his own.

He stopped in front of an inn called "Yuchi inn". Seeing the high door and wide courtyard of the inn, people came and went. It must not be those messy black shops, so he dismounted and walked forward.

The waiter standing at the door to greet the guests suddenly saw a light in front of him. He looked up and saw the beautiful young man standing in front of him with a white horse. He couldn't help but take a breath and praise it in his heart. Where did such a good-looking childe emerge! He hurriedly led him into the store: "Sir, please come in."

Not only the 21st century is an era of looking at faces, but even in ancient times, everyone has this love of beauty. Moreover, life in that era was not as colorful as it is now. There were not so many male gods and goddesses. Today's beautiful man and tomorrow's long legged brother were for public viewing and entertainment. Therefore, good-looking men and women are more eye-catching on the road than they are now. The famous Pan'an, walking in the street, was smashed by women with fruits and vegetables; What's more pitiful is that Hua Meinan Wei Yu was seen dead alive.

Zhao Changyuan's appearance, if changed in the era of fierce folk customs, it is estimated that he will inevitably be surrounded, chased and intercepted. But after all, the Northern Song Dynasty was a relatively conservative Dynasty. In addition, he was always dressed up as a military officer, so people usually whispered behind him at most, and had to stop looking at him for dozens of eyes.

But at this moment, he was in a gentle and weak dress. He was in the border where the imperial court was out of reach and often in chaos. The eyes and saliva he received were no longer so polite.

Iron face followed behind the waiter's ass, only to hear the other party smile and ask him, "are you going to eat or stay?"

"Eat first, then stay." When he said this, he heard his stomach strongly protest against him. I'm really sorry for the five zang organs Temple these days. The waiter seemed to hear the sound, smiled and continued to lead him to the empty table.

Bypassing the full hall of diners, he was taken to a square table for four. The waiter quickly opened his chair and asked him to sit down: "sit down first, and serve you a pot of good tea first."

As soon as the sophomore left, Zhao Changyuan used his remaining light to see that the people around him were still appreciating him endlessly. The girl's family is still implicit. The most hateful ones are those greasy and obscene men. His dirty eyes make his blood rush to the tianlinggai in an instant. He wants to smash them all one by one. But the remaining reason told him that at this moment, he could do nothing but stare at a pair of innocent big eyes and pretend to be innocent and harmless. His wife is still waiting for him to take medicine back for treatment. Can he make trouble and delay his time? It's better to be restrained now that you're away from home.

Thinking of this, he decided to ignore the rude eyes of others, turn around and look at the food sign on the wall, and plan how to treat his intestines and stomach tonight.

I don't know when a bent figure appeared at the door of the inn with an old and hoarse voice. His clothes were full of big holes and small holes, his gray hair was covered on his head as if he had been blown up, his face was black and oily, and everywhere he went, he left a pungent sour smell. This situation forms an extreme contrast with Zhao Changyuan who just came in. This front and back, one beautiful and one ugly, is really very different, which severely stimulated the sensory nerves of all diners.

"Sir... Please be kind and send some." As soon as the old man opened his mouth with his palm in his hand, everyone knew that he was just a beggar.

Despised by his close guests, he pinched his nose, turned his face and shouted, "go away, it stinks!"

"This big girl, please do me a favor..."

"Go away and don't dirty my clothes!"

He stumbled over one table after another and was scolded by countless white eyes. In this place of war and chaos, no one has a sense of belonging. It is true that he is indifferent, but the stench from his body is the most unbearable place for everyone. Finally, he came to Zhao Changyuan with nothing.

"Childe..."

Just before he spoke, he and Zhao Changyuan had no time to respond. Several big and thick security guards in the inn appeared at the right time, pinched their noses and shouted at him: "Hey, what's the matter with you? Do you want us to fork you out?"

Old beggar cried sadly, "shopkeeper, aren't I too poor and hungry? If it weren't for this, who would want to beg with an old face? "

One of the bad looking security guards shouted impatiently, "I care about you. Ask for food and go out. Don't disturb our distinguished guests. Get out!" Then he raised his foot to kick the beggar in the leg.

After a while, the security guard suddenly saw a white shadow in front of him, and then a sharp pain in his toes: "ow, ow --" did he kick the stone? It's so hard!

He howled a few times and opened his tearful eyes. Only then did he find that the white shadow just flashed was not someone else, but the beautiful childe who sat behind him and didn't speak, that is, Zhao Changyuan.

Guys are people who have seen the world. Although they are on fire, they can't touch the details of Zhao Changyuan. They don't dare to offend easily. Zhao Changyuan didn't wear any jewels that symbolized the identity of a local tyrant, but the material of his clothes could not hide from these would-be experts on the silk road. What's more, he just got a solid kick, but he still doesn't change his face. The more capable people are these days, the more low-key they are. It's better not to offend him.

"Oh, childe, are you okay?"

"Where did you kick? Does it hurt? "

Everyone made insincere compensation. Zhao Changyuan ignored it. He took off the money bag and took out a ingot of silver and handed it to Lao Jiaohua.