Chapter 102: Bianliang Poetry Society
"Go to Da Zhou?" What a pity, with a look on your crazy face.
Zhao turned his head embarrassedly, and said in his heart that this is indeed a bit crazy, but anyone who knows the terrain of the five countries should know what kind of distance it should be from the Song Kingdom to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there is a Qin State between the two countries......
"Do you think that with this donkey cart, we will be able to cross the mountains and reach the Great Zhou before the winter moon?" He regretted continuing to ask, "Can you sue me what do you think?" ”
Zhao lowered his head and was silent.
What did she think?
She didn't want to enter the Song Kingdom to see that inexplicable Henglan Bing, nor did she want to take the exam in this unfamiliar place, and most importantly, she missed her brother in the imperial capital of the Great Zhou.
But she can't say this, and she doesn't want to say it.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He regretted letting go of his surprised thoughts, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he pushed her shoulder, "It's not impossible to go to the big week exam." ”
Zhao was amused by his temporary defection, "Do you have a way?" ”
"I told you, I have a lot of treasures on me." He smiled mysteriously and pulled out an ordinary scroll from his bosom.
"What is this?" Zhao took the scroll, and there were some black twisted moire patterns on it, which shocked her heart.
"Thousands of miles away." He took the scroll and smiled proudly, "There is a space formation arranged by the formation master on it, within the five countries, there is only one you don't want to go, there is no place you can't go, and there is a life-saving thing, but it can only be used three times." ”
Zhao was amazed, looking at the cloud patterns above the scroll, and felt that the formation in this world was infinitely mysterious.
"Can only be used three times? So how many times have you used it? Zhao asked suspiciously.
What a pity, the corners of his mouth stiffened. "Twice."
Zhao District: "......."
She couldn't understand why she regretted the first two times under what kind of circumstances she used Qianli Yunyin, anyway, it was not a matter of life and death, for this foodie-like deposit. How difficult is his life?
"Why are you looking at me like that? No matter how you look at the first two use opportunities, you can't come back, so decide, do you want to use it or not? ”
Zhao was silent.
Now the question is, is this rare Qianli Yunyin worth it for them to go back to the Great Zhou for the last time?
She thought about it for a long time, but there was no result.
At this moment, Xu hurriedly walked over, "It's time to go." ”
Zhao looked at him. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Xiao Xu." Can you calculate for us, which way to go? ”
Is it to go straight forward, or to enter the Song Kingdom?
He regretted his gaze and looked at him.
Xu is busy without any pressure on which way to go. He said calmly. "Whatever you want."
"..."What's the difference between answering and not answering?"
Zhao District couldn't help but wail, "Let's go, go to Song Kingdom." ”
He laughed, picked up the leather whip, and slapped the donkey's buttocks.
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Enter Henglan, cross the ancient road, and the scenery is beautiful all the way.
After walking for dozens of days, what a pity to stand on the donkey cart. Pointing to the capital city ahead, "Look." Imperial City of the Song Kingdom, Bianliang. ”
There is a river outside Bianliang City, sparkling, there are pedestrians coming and going on the riverside, hawkers shouting, and it is very lively.
Zhao got off the donkey cart, walked under a tree, and began to rest.
It was autumn at this time, and the wind on the riverside was a little cool, and she sat for a long time, feeling a little inappropriate.
"What's a pity, don't you often say you're rich?" Zhao turned his head and looked at his shabby partner.
"Of course."
"Why have we all relied on a little silver tael to sell medicine all the way?"
He was stunned when he heard this, and he was angry, "What do you mean?!" ”
“……”
"You mean I eat dry rice?" What a pity shouted incredulously.
“…….”
"Don't think I don't know what you mean if I don't speak, Que, how can you think of me like that?" What a pity to blink his eyes, tears came as soon as he said it, without a trace of defense, without a trace of concern......
“……”
In a period of speechless silence, He regretted that he finally faced this bleak truth, lowered his head and said, "You're right, but isn't this forced to fall out with the old man." ”
Zhao Dianqu patted him on the shoulder and smiled at the knife, "That's the end, you don't even have the advantage of being rich." ”
What a pity to cover his face, ready to howl twice.
A cool breeze blew on the riverside, and more than a dozen people ran over excitedly and shouted, "The poetry meeting has begun!" Let's go and see, Miss Henglan is here this time! ”
What a pity to drown out the dry howl of the crowd.
A crowd of people responded enthusiastically to the news, and they all got up and rushed forward, and even the donkey cart was about to be squeezed down the river.
There was a bustle on the riverside, and Xiao Xu was sharp-eyed and quick-handed, leading the donkey cart aside and watching from the wall.
"Poetry Club?" Zhao Qianqian hid under the tree, looked at the chaotic crowd, and wondered, "Why are they so happy?" Does everyone compose poetry? ”
He regretted that his eyes lit up, and he said slowly, "It is definitely impossible for everyone to be able to compose poetry, but the Song Kingdom has respected the Holy Father of Yan for a long time, and they all have a fanatical love for poetry and songs...... This is the world of scholars. ”
Zhao smiled and didn't say anything.
"Nothing." He called out to her, and said, "The time has come to prove me." ”
Zhao looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm going to a poetry party!" He stood up and said awe-inspiringly, "I want to earn money with my true skills!" ”
Zhao District smiled, "Do you know how to compose poetry?" ”
He was discouraged and glanced at her, "I can't compose poetry, but I can play chess!" ”
“……”
"Don't you don't speak, the poetry will have a long history, every time before the event will always come to the lottery, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, each round of winners have a certain amount of bonuses, this year's chess tournament met me what a pity......
"The villain has a will." Zhao shook his head.
He regretted ignoring her taunts, got up and pulled Xiao Xu towards the crowd.
"Chess is chess, what are you doing with Xiao Xu?" Zhao followed up.
He smiled and said calmly, "As the saying goes, eggs can't be put in one basket, if I can't kill them here, Xiao Xu may succeed." ”
"I, no, play chess." Xu hurriedly raised his head and looked at what a pity.
He regretted obviously not believing it, squatted down and coaxed, "Xiao Xu, don't be modest, just rely on the two strokes you pull on the ground, it's enough to kill the Quartet, don't be afraid!" When the time comes, my brother will take you to eat delicious food. ”
"That's an arithmetic, a trick." Xiao Xu continued to plead.
He regretted that this time he died in the eyes of money, ignored his words, and followed the crowd to the most lively place on the riverbank.
A large boat stands above the river with pedals placed on the shore.
More than a dozen guards stood on the side of the pedal and preached loudly, "Those who join the poetry club must have an invitation card, or be an outstanding winner among the four arts." The rest of the people are not allowed to approach! (To be continued......)