Asking for a monthly ticket Chapter 678 The scholar carries a sword and the martial artist hangs a scroll It snowed in the capital, so the good mood of the people was doubled. Not many northerners hate snow, whether adults or children. The reason why I feel twice as good is because the traitor Luo Yao has retreated. Although the battle was fought in a confused manner and I don't know why I lost, but if I retreat, I will retreat. The Great Sui Dynasty will still be the Great Sui Dynasty, so the people are naturally happy. Chang'an City is too big, so there are many markets. As for the date of the market, it is arranged by the government. There are a total of thirteen markets in Nancheng, and there is one on East 23rd Street. The market is held on the Wednesday and Saturday of each month. Chang'an City used to be bustling every market day, but since Luo Manzi's rebels came, the city gates were closed and the market became deserted. Businessmen from Dongchu could not enter, and goods became scarce. On the third day after the rebels retreated, the city gate was opened. Many people in the city tentatively walked out. After finding that there was no danger, they started running to see if their relatives living outside the city were still alive. But they all also know that Luo Yao burned two acropolis, and the villages and towns outside were probably destroyed as well. There are more pedestrians on the official road than before, and the market is beginning to become lively again. But most of them are selling things. Food is expensive in Chang'an. Although the government interfered a lot, the price of food still increased more than three times, so that many families had to sell their belongings in order to exchange money to buy food. In fact, there is not much food shortage in Chang'an City, but it is all in the official warehouse. There is no decree from the court, so the people have to find ways to solve it on their own. But on the day when the city was opened, the emperor issued a decree to distribute food according to population. Because of this, Hongxiu Tower has been out of business for a long time. During the war, who dared to go shopping? "However, there is no shortage of food in Hongxiu Building. After all, there is no shortage of money in the building. Originally, Hong Xiulou was going to evacuate with Wu Yiyi, but later, for some unknown reason, Aunt Xi refused to leave no matter what, and insisted on staying. The young master moved a bench and sat at the door, propping up his chin and watching the people coming and going on East 23rd Street. In fact, he saw nothing in his eyes and his mind was blank. She knew why Aunt Xi refused to leave. Although Aunt Xi didn't say anything, she could tell that the man in the green shirt must be dead. ¡°If he dies, what¡¯s the point of having Aunt Xi go?¡± Not only Aunt Xi, but also Miss Xi Zhuxin is the same. She hasn¡¯t left the room for a long time. "Little Master, are we really not leaving?" A little maid asked timidly. She was even younger than Xiao Ding. She respected, feared and liked this handsome but dignified little Master. . "Really?" Xiao Dingdian murmured back, but she actually didn't know the answer. "If our building continues like this, what's the point even if it's open?" The little maid sighed, holding her chin with both hands and said to herself: "If we had left the city then, we should have arrived in Jiangnan by now. It is snowing in the capital, but the flowers and leaves in the south of the Yangtze River should still be luxuriant. After the death of the late emperor, there was almost no business in our building, and there was a rebellion by the rebels, which made it even more deserted Fortunately, the rebellion passed" She said It was very confusing, and I didn¡¯t expect the young master to answer anything. She is just bored. At this time, a man who looked to be in his twenties walked towards Hongxiu Building on the street. He was wearing a very clean cloth, and his eyebrows were as clean as his clothes. When the young master noticed this man, he first saw his feet, a pair of black cloth shoes with white soles, which were not stained with any mud and dust. So the young master was slightly stunned, then raised his head and took a look. This young man¡¯s face cannot be called handsome, and his smile cannot be called handsome, but just these two words, clean, make people feel comfortable. He was about 1.75 meters tall and slightly thinner, but not in a weak way. Judging from the style of the gown he wears, he should be a scholar, but he is not a scholar, so he probably hasn't taken the exam yet. But the scholar had a long sword hanging on his waist without a scabbard. Therefore, the cold light on the sword is particularly cold, and it can be seen that it is a good sword. The scholar carries a sword. The young master couldn't help but wrinkle his small nose, thinking that this was a good sword. The literati of the Sui Dynasty scorned warriors, but they liked to hang long swords on their waists for decoration. Such costumes can be found everywhere in Chang'an City, so the young master didn't pay much attention to them. What she cared about was this young man's shoes Why were they still so clean after walking in the snow and mud? "Hello" The young man smiled at her, showing two rows of beautiful white teeth: "Excuse me, are you a Hongxiu Lou?"?Little boss? I was entrusted by a friend to come here specifically to see Aunt Xi. " "friend? " The young master sat up straight and looked up at him: "What is your friend's name? " "Call" The young man was about to answer but stopped and raised his eyebrows. Because on the other side of the street, another person came over. Compared with this young man who looked like a scholar, the later one This person looks much more unpleasant. His face is darker, his eyebrows are thicker, his nose is flat, and his lips are thicker. His eyes are not big and their shape is not good-looking. Triangular eyes are generally considered the standard feature of bad people. The upgraded version has a big mole next to his nose. Fortunately, he doesn't have a mole, but the mole may not be visible on such a dark face. The scholar is not handsome, but he looks handsome. He is wearing a wrinkled leather robe. The fifteen-year-old boy is disgusting at first glance. He is less than 1.6 meters tall, but he is strong. He wears a pair of high riding boots. One of the spurs on the back of the boots is broken, and the leather is broken. The robe is not like the style of the Central Plains people. The young master has seen many merchants from all over the world and knows that many people like to wear such clothes. They are enough to keep out the cold in winter, and the oily leather wind cannot get through at all. Only in Chang'an City, these kind of leather robes are worn. It's rare. If the young master had seen the stone helmet on top of this man's original leather robe, he might have recognized him. This black boy's hair was tied up in a bun, but you could tell by his riding boots and wrist guards. It turned out that this was a martial artist. But hanging on his waist was not the scimitar that the prairie people used, nor the straight sword that the Han people were good at, but a martial arts scroll. He walked to the door of Hongxiu Tower. He smiled and showed his yellow teeth, which look ugly when he is not smiling, but when he smiles, he is even more lethal. ¡°Excuse me, are you the little boss? " He and the scholar asked the same question. "I am" The young master smiled politely, and even she felt that the smile was a bit fake. The young master never thought that she was a person who judged people by their appearance, but this person In factsighI don't know what kind of parents did what kind of sin to make their children suffer such a big crime. How did they get through these more than ten years? "I was entrusted by a friend to see him die. aunt. "The black boy smiled stupidly, as if he didn't realize that his smile was not beautiful at all. The scholar carries a sword, and the martial artist hangs a scroll." Xi Huamei looked at the two people in front of her, feeling a little bitter in her heart. She didn't know him, but she knew this black guy. A while ago, this guy tore apart more than a dozen people on East 23rd Street, including the wife of the Minister of Rites, and then the Minister of Rites had to run away. He knelt down at the door of his house and begged for mercy. It was just that the black boy took off his stone armor and combed his hair. General Puhu asked, "General, what advice do you have when you come to me?" "Xi Huamei asked after saluting. Puhu still kept his silly smile, looking extraordinarily honest: "It's nothing, it's just that the general asked me to come, so I came. " "Um? "Xi Huamei didn't understand, and Puhu's answer was almost like no answer. "Oh The general knew that Hongxiuzhao was about to move, so he asked me to go with him. " "Follow? Xi Huamei raised her beautiful eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Where did the general hear that my building was going to be moved?" Although business has been quiet recently, I have never thought about leaving Chang'an City. "Listen to him" Puhu pointed at the scholar: "You may not know this person, his name is" "My name is Tan Qingge" The scholar said: "He is just a low-ranking scholar. He has been performing martial arts since he was six years old. I cooked in the courtyard and only served one person Later, I no longer had to cook, and I became an idler. Someone found me last night and said that the Red Sleeves were leaving Chang'an and asked me to go with them. "Xi Huamei's face became solemn. He knew who Tan Qingge was. Puhu rubbed his nose: "It can only be someone who has served that person, otherwise I would have torn him apart long ago. Since Aunt Xi doesn't understand, why not just say it plainly His Majesty the Emperor plans to reward General Xie of the Black Flag Army who is currently guarding the southwest. His Majesty knows that Aunt Xi and Fang Jie have a close friendship, so he plans to ask Aunt Xi to accompany him with the red sleeves. The general heard that General Fang was a rare talent, so he asked me to go with Hongxiuzhao to see Fang, who had long been famous in the Central Plains.??Army. " Tan Qingge hummed: "Your Majesty ordered me to escort the Red Sleeves to the south. After all, the south is not peaceful yet. There are still hundreds of thousands of Luo Ni rebels in Jiangbei Province. Luo Tu has blocked the Yangtze River. It is difficult to get across. easy. Most of the red-sleeved moves are performed by women, so how can they do it without personal protection? " He seemed to be very afraid of Puhu, and deliberately did not look at Puhu when he was talking. One was sent by the emperor, and the other was sent by the general. Xi Huamei was shocked for a while, and then she understood that she had to Let's go. If this was just Tan Qingge, she wouldn't have to leave, because she knows that people in the Yanwu Academy, especially those who have served the old man, can't do anything to Hongxiuzhao. But now, there is another one. The black boy who appeared out of nowhere is an evil star. ¡°Okay.¡± Xi Huamei nodded: ¡°Since it is His Majesty¡¯s will, I will naturally obey it. Let me clean it up. After all, I have been running this building for several years, and there are a lot of things that need to be taken care of. There are also a few servants who want to go home, so I directly paid them money to go home. ""No need"" Puhu shook his head and said seriously: "The general is talking about the Red Sleeve Movement going south, so it includes everyone, no one can be missing." As for cleaning it up, it's not difficult. I'll mobilize three hundred fine armor to help you later. It won't take half a day, and you can demolish the building. " "when are we leaving? "Xi Huamei asked. "Today" Pu Hu said: "I don't want to leave Chang'an for too long. The general also told me to go back as soon as possible. "Xi Huamei subconsciously looked at Tan Qingge, whose face was equally ugly. There are solemn and majestic people on both sides, in the middle is the red sleeves recruiting more than a dozen carriages, Ying Ying Yanyan. So this procession looked a bit strange, and it attracted passers-by's attention as it passed through the market. The person walking in front of the procession was a black boy riding an old ox. There was a book hanging on the horns, and the pages were yellowed and wrinkled. , Read along. Walking behind the team was a scholar wearing white cloth shoes, with an unsheathed long sword hanging on his waist. Snowflakes fell on the sword and split into two pieces when it fell to the ground.