You guessed right, it was to impersonate Chang Jiwen's identity and go to Luohekou. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is a saying called 'husband and wife', which is about two people who have lived together for a long time, and they will be assimilated from temperament to charm, so their appearance will look like a god. Although Cheng Linghui and Chang Jiwen have not spent much time together after marriage, don't forget. These two people are from the same school. Chang Jiwen is of medium height among men, and Cheng Linghui is tall among women. The height is about the same in two strokes. Cheng Linghui grew up like a boy since childhood, not only practicing martial arts, but also walking alone in the north and south. There is naturally some rigidity in that charm. Wearing Chang Jiwen's robe, he is a little more heroic than Chang Jiwen.

Quansheng is just a teenager, and seeing Cheng Linghui is like having a backbone. Naturally, Cheng Linghui is what he says. The master and servant rested in the ruined temple for one night. Early the next morning, I was on the road. Go to the mouth of the Luo River.

When he didn't meet Quansheng, Cheng Linghui's heart was like frying. Now that I heard Quansheng tell me what happened, I calmed down. Until now, the governor can only think in the long run. There is no longer so much urgency to get on the road.

The further south you go, the more desolate it becomes.

It is said that the place where the water crossed is the hardest hit area, and the two have just walked to the edge of the disaster area. There were already crowds of people fleeing the famine and begging for food on the way. The villages did not dare to open their doors in broad daylight, let alone let passers-by enter the village.

Nine out of ten of the small villages without walls were deserted. Those who could turn to relatives and friends all did so, and those who had no relatives or friends to turn to could only watch the victims rob their own food, and finally joined the army of refugees. This is the most cruel and helpless thing, but it is really staged every day.

And those powerful villages are no better. I don't know how much of the wheat in the field that was about to ripen was looted by the passers-by. Fights over food are fought every day. There were casualties among the villagers and the victims. In the end, more and more people often gain the upper hand, and those villages can only close their doors and hold out.

On the way to escape the famine, those who fall into the well and bully the weak are not uncommon.

Cheng Linghui has been trained to have a tough heart since she was fifteen years old when she first followed the fifth master to sell smuggled salt. She could watch a weak person being beaten to death without coming out, and she could watch a girl from a good family being pushed into a fire pit without blinking.

But now, perhaps it was the Chin Cha Yin letter in her arms that burned her heart all the time, making it impossible for her to look directly at the displaced victims.

"Help......" The girl's miserable cry for help was like a knife cutting Cheng Linghui's heart.

It was a girl about the same age as her life. During the day, he was sold by his parents to a passing rich man. At this moment, the rich man lives next door to Cheng Linghui's master and servant.

"Three...... Father. "I almost didn't remember what to call Cheng Linghui in my life.

And with its lord there must be its servant. There is Chang Jiwen's benevolence in his whole life. He looked at Cheng Linghui with a pleading gaze.

Cheng Linghui put down the half-drunk tea, got up and walked out. Quansheng followed closely behind her.

This is the backyard of an inn, which is many times more advanced than the Sun family's shop. Cheng Linghui walked to the door of the rich man's room, clenched her fists and wanted to knock on the door and paused. Turning his head, he saw the look of Quansheng's eyes, and gritted his teeth and knocked down.

The rich man was not alone, and immediately someone asked, "Who?" ”

Cheng Linghui then knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, a man in Tsing Yi came out.

Cheng Linghui had seen this person during the day, and he was the head of the rich man's nursing home. said: "Please beg your host, let that girl go." ”

The man in Tsing Yi said: "I can't do anything about it." ”

The whole life can't hold back: "You can't bear to watch that girl being ruined?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at Quansheng out of the corner of his eye, and didn't say anything. He turned around and retreated.

"You ......" rushed forward and was stopped by Cheng Linghui.

Quan Sheng said: "Third master, do we really care?" ”

Cheng Linghui glanced at him and sighed lightly: "Go back." She finally failed to get over the hurdle that the fifth master built for her, and once again became a little person just to protect herself. In fact, she has always been a small person. So small that a young lady can easily let herself give up her husband.

When she boarded the journey at dawn, Quansheng had an awkward relationship with her because she couldn't save her from death. Didn't speak all the way.

The two had gone on a journey, and the rich man's carriage came up surrounded by a caravan of men. When the leading man in Tsing Yi passed by the master and servant, he glanced at the two of them meaningfully.

The indignant Quansheng gave him a roll of his eyes.

The group passed quickly. Cheng Linghui suddenly said: "Let's go, let's follow them." ”

Quan Shengdao: "Why? ”

"Borrow food." After Cheng Linghui finished speaking, she had already stepped forward. At that moment, a ridiculous thought suddenly arose to her. She felt as if there was a special aura on the nursing home. The breath was indescribable and inexplicable, but it suddenly made her think a ridiculous thought.

She was going to the rich man's house to be a gentleman and borrow money and grain. Not for themselves, but for the victims who sold their children for their lives.

Cheng Linghui is a temper who thinks of it and does it. The master and servant followed the rich man all the way to a county town.

Although Cheng Linghui has never done this 'borrowing money and food', don't forget who her master is. The fifth master is an old man, and Cheng Linghui is a girl, so he is not at ease. taught all his skills to his only disciple.

She listened to the words of those gentlemen on the beam.

Step on the plate and eat and drink to your heart's content. At night, when Quansheng fell asleep, she changed into the night clothes she had prepared in the morning. And when he covered his face, he went to the rich man's house.

Cheng Linghui is about to go to the end, but someone goes earlier than her. Before Cheng Linghui could touch the rich man's courtyard, he saw a figure like a roc spreading its wings, quietly sliding out of the tall wall and landing on a big tree outside the wall.

Followed by a noise of gongs and drums inside the wall: "Catch the thief......"

Cheng Linghui said secretly: "Bad luck." ”

This is obviously giving others the upper hand. At this time, what kind of gentleman is still on the beam, and it is serious to quickly pull away from it. It's not good, you can't eat mutton and you have to get fishy.

Cheng Linghui thought in her heart, kicked her feet, and followed the figure and left.

The two of them left behind the clamor of the thief.

The man was stumbling around, and seemed to be very familiar with the area. Finally, the figure flickered in front of a brightly lit pavilion and disappeared.

In the middle of the night, the brightly lit pavilion can only be the Qinglou Chu Pavilion without thinking.

It's hateful to say. The Yellow River was diverted, and it was devastated for thousands of miles. Thousands of people were displaced, but the Qinglou Chu Pavilion was still singing and dancing, drunk and drunk.

Cheng Linghui was dressed in a night suit, so it was difficult to enter through the main entrance. She went around the back, ran a few steps, kicked her feet against the wall, and with the force of this kick, jumped up to the wall. Behind the wall is a small garden. It's quiet at this time.

Cheng Linghui slipped down the wall and carefully walked through the flowers.

There is a four-cornered glazed pavilion in the small garden, and I don't know when two figures, one tall and one short, appeared.

"Come out, friend. You've followed me all the way, so it's good to have a cup of tea and rest. The man's voice in the gazebo floated in.

Cheng Linghui was about to go out, when he heard a voice from a peach tree not far away: "It is worthy of being the head of the three heroes of the Central Plains, Brother Zhao has good ears." Before the words fell, the treetops moved, and a figure fell into the pavilion like a puff of green smoke. It was the man Cheng Linghui who followed all the way.

The shorter figure in the pavilion smiled, flew down to the flower where Cheng Linghui was hiding, and said, "You can come out too." Hiding like this, I'm tired and panicked for you. The voice was crisp, it was a woman.

Cheng Linghui knew that she couldn't hide it, so she stood up from the flowers: "I'm ashamed that my skills are not as good as others." ”

The woman smiled: "Look at your face, I don't know which way you are?" ”

Cheng Linghui said: "Don't dare, it's just a nobody." ”

The woman sneered: "Don't say it, forget it." As if angry, he turned and went back to the gazebo.

"Hua Niang, this is yours." The person who stole the old rich man's things before Cheng Linghui said: "Those who come are all guests, is this how you Yanyulou treats guests?" He said to Cheng Linghui again: "That brother, since you are here." How about a little talk? ”

Cheng Linghui heard this and walked over. Holding on to the railing of the gazebo with one hand, he jumped in.

The woman named Flower Lady had already lit a small lantern. The lantern hung under the eaves of the pavilion, giving off a hazy halo. With the help of the halo, Cheng Linghui saw the three people in the pavilion clearly.

The woman called Hua Niang was only twenty-eight years old, and her face was painted with exquisite makeup. Beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, like autumn water. The height is only up to Cheng Linghui's shoulders, and she can look full and graceful. The end is petite and cute.

There was a young man sitting under the lantern, and because of the shadow of the lamp, his face was not real. I only know that the figure is very tall. Another man in Tsing Yi is also very young. He is taller than Cheng Linghui, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a smile that reveals two tiger teeth. and the appearance of the day with a straight face.

The man in Tsing Yi saw her jump in, looked at the man under the lamp and introduced to Cheng Linghui: "This is Zhao Qiao, the head of the Three Heroes of the Central Plains, Brother Zhao." Then he looked at the woman. The woman didn't wait for him to speak, and said, "My name is Hua Ruyan, just call me Hua Niang." After speaking, he nodded the man in green clothes with his chin and said, "His name is Yanjing, and he is known as the golden-winged swallow." If your hands and feet are not clean, you should beware of him. ”

Yan Jing was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Hua Niang has wronged me, your belly pocket was taken by Shen Cong, but you don't do my business." I'm a hero who specializes in robbing the rich and helping the poor. ”

Hua Niang scolded: "If you talk nonsense again, be careful that the old lady tears your mouth." ”

Yan Jing pursed his lips: "Come on, I can't ask for it." ”

was laughing, and two more people came outside the gazebo. One of them smiled: "It seems that Brother Shen and I are late." ”

Hua Niang put aside Yanjing and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's just right." ”

The two men walked into the gazebo. The small gazebo suddenly became crowded. Cheng Linghui looked at the two of them with a twinkle in his eyes. One was a black-skinned teenager, sixteen or seventeen years old. The other has a face as white as paper and a burnt yellow hair. About thirty years old.

The young man saw Cheng Linghui at a glance: "This is ......"

"Under the surname Chang, Chang Jiwen."

The boy gasped, "This name sounds strangely familiar. ”

The man next to him with a white face as white as paper said: "Isn't that the name of the Qincha who accidentally fell into the Luohe River a few days ago called?" The voice was cold and unrelenting.

The young man patted his head: "It's not like that, look at my memory." ”

Cheng Linghui endured the throbbing pain in her heart and said, "It probably happens to have the same name and surname." "These people are acting strangely, and they really have to be guarded against.

The young man didn't dig deeper, and said: "My name is Deng Ku, a native of Luohekou." He pointed to the man who came with him and said, "This is Shen Cong, a native of Qingxian County." Then he pointed to the man sitting under the lamp and said, "His name is Zhao Qiao, a native of Nandu." This time, there was a big flood, except for us, the mouth of the Luo River, which belonged to them in the south, and the worst rush. At this point, I sighed. However, because of his naturally smiling face, this sigh is more like a child's pretentious gesture.

Yan Jing also put away his hippie smile and said, "I have seen Chang Jiwen." It seems that he is a good official, but it's a pity that ......" he shook his head: "Good people don't live long." ”

"It's just a pedantic sourman." Zhao Qiao, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke, his tone full of disdain.

Cheng Linghui couldn't help but get angry: "Then what kind of talent does Zhao Daxia think is a good official." ”

Zhao Qiao glanced at her: "I don't know what kind of person is a good official." I only know that I can't even protect myself, and the person who can only sell his mouth is a sour Confucian. ”

Cheng Linghui said: "People say that poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, but it seems that this is not necessarily the case. People rushed around for disaster relief and even put their lives into it, but they only ended up with a sour truth. It seems that a certain southern hidden dragon and crouching tiger, those people in the court are worried in vain. ”

Zhao Qiao sneered: "It's not false that the hidden dragon is crouching tiger. Pointing to those people in the court, my people in the south will starve to death sooner or later. I just don't know why Chang Daxia is so excited? ”

Cheng Linghui suddenly discovered that caring is chaotic. The emotions just now have been revealed. She is not a person who is used to shrinking her hands and feet, and she does not hide it at the moment, and said: "Don't hide it from you, I am the Qincha who fell into the river." ”

Before the words fell, there was a sudden silence in the gazebo.

"Impossible." Yan Jing reacted first: "I've seen that Chang Jiwen." I don't know how to do kung fu. ”

Cheng Linghui said: "Why can't that Chang Jiwen be fake?" ”

Yanjing language stopper.

A cold, undulating voice said, "Evidence." ”

Cheng Linghui glanced at Shen Cong: "Pretending to be Qincha is a big crime to lose your head, do you think I will talk nonsense?" Moreover, judging from the current situation of a certain south, what is the benefit of pretending to be a chincha for me? ”

Hua Niang suddenly said: "You said that you are a Qincha, why don't you give relief to the victims, but follow Yanjing all the way here?" ”

Cheng Linghui hugged his fists and saluted: "Listening to everyone's words, they are all chivalrous people, and I won't beat around the bush." To tell the truth, when I came to relieve the disaster this time, the imperial court allocated 800,000 quintals of grain and 150,000 taels of silver. It's just that for some unknown reason, the disaster relief money and materials have not arrived for a long time. I can't help it, so I can only let people pretend to be me and go first. I'm here to figure it out slowly. ”

Hua Niang sneered: "You officials, what you say is better than what you sing." Who knows if the money and food were divided by you? It's also thanks to what you said, and slowly figure out a way. If it slows down, the people of my southern part will die. ”

Cheng Linghui said: "As soon as I entered a certain south, my eyes were black. What can I do if I don't think about it slowly? My stand-in is borrowing grain from all over the place, but the grain has not been borrowed, but the whereabouts of the person are unknown...... "Speaking of this, thinking that it is possible to never see Chang Jiwen again, his throat is like blocking a ball of old cotton.

The young man Deng said bitterly: "Look at you, a big man, his eyes are still red as he speaks." Aren't we gathered here today to find a way to help the disaster? After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and said to Yanjing: "Why are you here?" Let's go, let's go, don't ruin the name of our Central Plains Three Heroes. ”

Yan Jing said: "Why can't I come?" A certain south is not a certain south of yours alone. Brother Zhao didn't even say a word to drive me away, how old are you? ”

Deng Ku's eyes widened, and he was about to pounce.

"Alright." As soon as Zhao Qiao spoke, Deng Ku immediately relented. Zhao Qiao said: "Since we met together, it was fate. Xiang Yanjing said: "You have thought about it, you have a criminal record." In case you are caught by officers and soldiers, don't bother everyone. ”

Yan Jing said disdainfully: "With those dogs in the court, they can't help me." After speaking, he suddenly remembered that Cheng Linghui was sent by Qin, and looked at Cheng Linghui: "We all help you with disaster relief, that is, to help you get promoted and make a fortune, you won't want to arrest me, right?" ”

Cheng Linghui said: "You have such righteousness, I am grateful. Where can you take revenge. It's just that I have a reluctant request here. I hope you will pay attention to the whereabouts of my stand-in. ”

Hua Niang said: "It's better than this." All brothers in the four seas, meeting is fate. Chang Jiwen, how about you and us emulate a Taoyuan Sanjieyi? "If Hua Niang knew the fate of the last one who swore to Cheng Linghui, I don't know what this little girl would think.

To put it bluntly, it is a gentleman's agreement. You are a gentleman, I am a gentleman, we are all good brothers who live and die. You traitor, my villain, then the so-called righteousness is nothing.

But then again, for the righteous people who cherish their feathers. The word righteousness is really more important than the life of the family. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as 'death to a confidant'.

Cheng Linghui has followed the fifth master to practice martial arts since she was a child, and she inevitably has some Jianghu spirit. She is also very happy to make friends with benevolent and righteous people.

Jianghu people are as good as this, and they will do what they say right immediately. Six people have been in order, and one head knocks down to become brothers and sisters.

Cheng Linghui naturally reported Chang Jiwen's Nian Geng. Chang Jiwen is seven years older than Cheng Linghui, but despite this, he is only ranked third among the six. Is it a coincidence, you say?

The oldest is Shen Cong, who is unsmiling, and to Cheng Linghui's surprise, the second place is Deng Ku, who looks like a teenager. The third is Chang Jiwen, the fourth is Zhao Qiao, the fifth is Yanjing, and the smallest is Hua Ruyan. (To be continued.) )