After the meeting, Shang Cheng did not leave the Yamen with others.
He and Huo Shiqi hadn¡¯t seen each other for a long time, so he planned to take this opportunity to find Uncle Seventeen. He had a lot to say to Uncle Seventeen.
But unfortunately, Uncle Seventeen went out of town on business just the day before yesterday.
He had no choice but to leave the Ministry of War alone in frustration.
When he walked out of the imperial city, dusk was approaching and the sky turned into a deep dark blue. The broken clouds, illuminated red by the sunset, chased each other to the southwest. The Imperial Guards on duty held torches and lit the large lanterns on the city gate tower one by one. There were not many people in the large square in front of Yemen; the large archway with four gates, five pillars and nine squares at the end of the square became even more majestic against the deep sky.
He crossed the Yuhe River along the Golden Bridge. Lao Dao and Li Feng had already been waiting here.
He didn¡¯t say anything, just looking at the walk with his head down. It wasn¡¯t until he got on the horse that he said a word: ¡°You go back first, I will walk alone.¡±
Li Feng glanced at Lao Dao. Seeing that Lao Dao had no expression on his face, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "How about letting Jian Feng and Xiao Liang follow you? Let's go back first"
"Everyone, get out of here." Shang Cheng kicked the horse in the ribs.
Li Feng looked at several guards. Everyone was shrinking and silent. He could only swallow his saliva and ask: "Thiswhere are you going? I won't tell you a place. If you encounter something urgent, how can you find it?" Are you there?" After a long time, a word floated over from a distance:
"If you come to me, tell me I'm dead"
Night falls. Shang Cheng was alone, riding a horse, roaming in the streets and alleys of the capital.
This year is much hotter than in previous years. The solar term has passed the Beginning of Autumn, but the sun has not faded, and it is almost the same as in Futian. The sun had just set on the rooftops in the distance, and the streets and alleys were filled with the smell of dry dust. Shangjing City has not yet quieted down from the hustle and bustle of the day, but the excitement and noise are gradually becoming blurred and thin. Most people haven't lit up the lights yet, but just burn mugwort inside and outside the house to drive away mosquitoes; the warm air is filled with a medicinal aroma.
Shang Cheng didn¡¯t notice the subtle changes happening around him at all, and just wandered the streets like a lonely soul. He was in a bad mood. Especially when he walked through several lively markets and saw the brightly lit restaurants and singing shops, heard the quiet sounds of silk and bamboo and the melodious singing, as well as the laughter and laughter coming from the tall buildings and high pavilions, he felt like A feeling of infinite sadness came to his mind. He has never been so eager to find someone to talk to, find someone to listen to what he has to say; he wants to shout loudly, roar loudly, and yell angrily; he even wants to pull out his sword and put everything to death. Everything was chopped into pieces!
But reason will not let him do this after all. He could only ride alone on the streets of Shangjing. In addition to the war horse and sword, the only thing accompanying him was the futou and battle robe that symbolized the Shangzhu Kingdom. This is good, at least no one will disturb him; he can continue to wander quietly in this city that is unclear whether it is strange or familiar
He didn't want to think about anything. Once upon a time, he was racking his brains to deal with the Tujiec people and the King of Donglu Valley, and he was racking his brains to arrange his scarce troops more rationally. At that time, being able to sleep soundly for a few hours was the best reward for him. . But what about now? Nowadays, even using his brain to think has become a luxury thing for him. He spends a lot of time doing nothing. When he has time from morning to night, he can do nothing and can only sit. In the small courtyard or on the thatched pavilion, waiting for lunch and dinner, waiting to watch the sun set, waiting for the sun to rise from the east Oh, what kind of life he lived!
He knew that the depression and irritability caused by doing nothing were his own fault and were a mark left on him by the years. When he was in Yanshan, he was either busy with life or with official duties. At that time, although he experienced hardships and hardships, his life was fulfilling. What now? He is unemployed and has nothing to do. Even the right to learn and master knowledge has been ruthlessly deprived of him. What else can he do? He can't imitate those old scholars and excerpt excerpts from ancient books, right?
He wandered sadly on the streets of Shangjing. At this time, he desperately hoped to have a friend by his side. Speaking of which, he has many friends, including Seventeenth Uncle, Zhao Shitou, Sun Zhongshan, Jiang Tuan, Ji Zheng, Zhang Shao, Lu Ji, Di Xu, Zhen Xiang, Chang Xiu If I write down these people one by one, I can write A few long pages. Some of them are his comrades-in-arms, some are his subordinates, and some are his colleagues; although he has a good relationship with them, and he trusts them very much, and can say a few heartfelt words, but in front of them, he will never do anything. Don't dare to say anything. There are things he can say to this personBut he couldn't tell that person; he could grab Zhao Shitou and curse him bloody or even punch him, but he could only explain the facts and reason with Lu Ji and Di Xu. There are only one or two people who can really talk to him. There is no doubt that one of them is Uncle Seventeen; this goes without saying. It's a pity that Uncle Seventeen is away on business, and I don't know when he will be back
He wandered peacefully in the streets and arrived at the outer city without realizing it.
He is now walking in a secluded alley.
He could sense that someone was pointing behind him at the entrance of the alley; he didn't pay attention. As long as those people had a little bit of knowledge and saw what he was wearing, they would know that they couldn't offend him; not to mention a few guys fighting in the street couldn't do anything to him. Even if there are another ten or twenty hooligans, it will be in vain. Therefore, he didn't care about these people and let the green horse walk leisurely.
He suddenly heard someone calling him on the street.
He turned around and saw an unknown woman standing under a dim lantern illuminating the street by the alley. He turned back and continued on his own path.
"Uncle Ying is here." The woman said in a low voice. There was a bit of surprise in this woman's voice; her voice was soft and low, as if she was whispering in someone's ear.
This time he heard clearly that she was indeed greeting him.
He nodded to her casually. He didn't know this woman; he wasn't in the mood to be polite to her.
"Gong An Guo and General Shangguan are in Xinlinxuan now." The woman lowered her head and said.
Shang Cheng is a little confused. Are Yan Gu and Shangguan Rui here? What are they doing here? What is this place? He turned around in confusion and looked around. It wasn't until he saw the word "Liang Feng" on the lantern that he remembered where it was. No wonder he knew this woman, this was not the restaurant where Wang Yi took him to eat when he came to Beijing last year.
Speaking of eating, he felt that he was indeed a little hungry, so he simply stopped looking for a place, sat on the saddle bridge and asked the woman directly: "I didn't come here with Shangguan Rui and the others. You still have a spacious and clean place here. No? If so, take me there. If not, I'll go find another place."
"Yes." The woman lowered her head and said, "Tinghuangxuan, is it okay?"
It¡¯s good to have a place, it doesn¡¯t matter what you listen to, Shang Cheng doesn¡¯t care at all. He jumped off the green horse, waved his hand and said: "Lead the way." Naturally, two guys from the carriage and horse shop followed him from the alley and led the horse to water and feed it.
By the light of the lights in the hands of the two maids, the woman turned half sideways to lead the way and whispered: "Since Mr. Yi came with you last time, this is the second time you have returned to our Liangfeng."
Shang Cheng didn¡¯t answer the woman¡¯s words and walked a few steps before saying, ¡°I¡¯ve only been here once, do you still remember me?¡±
The woman's feet seemed to pause for a moment, and then she explained in a low voice with a low eyebrow: "Please forgive me, Uncle Ying. This is where the little woman's food and clothing are, and I dare not fail to do my best at all times."
¡°I have to say, her words like this are far more pleasing to the ears than any words of flattery and praise. Especially since Shang Cheng was in a bad mood right now, he couldn't even listen to those nice words that went against his will. Her words not only explained why she remembered Shang Cheng, but also brought out a bit of worry and sadness, which made Shang Cheng feel that these were sincere words. He nodded and asked casually: "Who opened this Liang Feng?" He felt that there would be no one who could build such a large piece of land in the outer city of the capital and have the ability to run this place. Simply, I just wanted to ask about it.
The woman said nothing.
She didn¡¯t say anything, and Shang Cheng didn¡¯t ask again. He was just curious for a moment, and since she was unwilling to talk, he didn't bother to ask. Liang Feng is such a big place and so famous. If you really want to find out, why bother her if you can't find anyone?
Having said these words, he finally remembered that when he came back last time, he heard Wang Yi call her Slim Lady.
Shang Cheng remained silent and Lady Xian didn't say anything anymore. The two of them walked around the Liangfeng Pavilion for a while under the guidance of two dim lanterns. What did the lady say? The cool moonlight shines on the several clumps of spring bamboos planted in the front and back of the courtyard. The bamboo shadows are whirling and the grass and insects are chirping. The overhanging eaves and hanging curtains arch the gauze cage to let in light. It is a quiet and quiet little courtyard.
Lady Xian welcomed Shang Cheng into the main hall, invited him to sit down at the short table next to him, and then served him some fragrant tea. Then she asked softly: "Excuse me, who are your guests tonight?" "This has been a question for a long time. But she thought that Uncle Ying had come back to Liang Feng for the second time today. Apart from Xinlinxuan, Liang Feng had never been to any other courtyards. He might not be satisfied with the places he recommended, so he didn't rush to ask for instructions; besides, , it¡¯s not yet the turn of Xuhai, it¡¯s still early, I want to come to Uncle Ying.Let¡¯s arrange the decoration first. The guests he invited will have to wait until at least 23:00 to arrive
Shang Cheng looked around at the increasingly empty lobby, which had only one host, one guest and two maids, and replied casually: "I am the only one."
Lady Xian spoke in a soft voice and walked lightly. No matter in front of Wang Yi or in front of Shang Cheng, she always lowered her head slightly, with a low eyebrow and a careful look. At this moment, I heard that Shang Cheng was just a person, after all, he was patient. He couldn't help but raise his head and glance at him. No matter how earth-shattering the guests Shang Cheng invited were, they would not surprise her as much as this sentence, "It's just me."
Shang Cheng lowered his head to drink water, but didn't hear Madam Xian's words, so he asked her with a half-smile while holding a tea cup: "What, why don't you greet me when I come alone?"
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