Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and there was darkness in front of him, just like the Jade Emperor drunkenly knocked over the inkstone and splashed a piece of ink in the world; Then the lightning that pierced the sky tore through the black curtain, drawing a line of light, and then a thunderclap struck down in a thrilling way, and the earth trembled, and rolled down with a rumbling and rumbling, as if several empty wooden barrels rolled down from the ladder outside the South Heavenly Gate to the world. The pouring rain poured down, as if Tianpeng was derelict in his duties and peeping at Chang'e, making Tianhe break down

The wind and the rain were mixed together, and they were all gray and cold, and everything was wrapped in it, and it was impossible to distinguish which was the tree, which was the ground, and which was the cloud.

The earth trembled timidly, and there was a strange silence, letting the storm and lightning and thunder rage overhead.

On the official road in the distance, a carriage covered with linoleum swayed in the storm, and the healthy horses were drenched into buffaloes, panting heavily, and struggling to walk on the muddy official road.

"Childe, there are less than three miles ahead of Yingtian, this wind and rain is too big, let's take a break and wait for the wind and rain to be smaller, and then we can make a hurry." The chariot in the hat turned back to the car and asked.

Maybe the wind and rain are too noisy and the sound is too quiet.

There was silence in the car.

Che Ma Shi asked loudly again.

After a while, a lazy voice that seemed to have just woken up came out, simple, a teenager, "Oh, make it, of course make it, Brother Zhao decided to be." ”

When the man in the hat heard this, he laughed and quipped, "I really admire Childe, you can sleep well in this kind of weather." ”

"The sound of the wind and rain, the tick-tock rhythm is like a lullaby, it keeps ringing, the louder it gets, the faster it gets, I feel like I was hypnotized, and then I fell asleep." The humble voice in the carriage seemed to be a little embarrassed to explain.

"Childe laughed, if others don't save it, I can save it. In the past, Childe was reading in the car, and today the weather is not clear, Childe can just rest, but Childe can sleep on this kind of day, but it is admirable to me. The man who drove the horse parked the carriage on the side of the road, and while putting a straw reed mat on the horse, he laughed and talked to the young man in the carriage.

The man who drove the horse took pity on the horse, but he did not dare to drive the carriage to the woods to avoid the rain during a thunderstorm, so he had to park the carriage on the side of the road to avoid it for a while.

"Brother Zhao, come and take shelter from the rain in the car."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted in a corner, and a slightly fat young man poked his head out, looked at the stormy posture outside, and said to the man standing outside the carriage.

By the bright light of lightning, I can recognize that this slightly chubby young man is Zhu Ping'an, who came to take the exam in response to the day.

The man in the coat shook his head, "This can work, and I won't go in if I have water in my body." ”

Zhu Ping'an, who leaned out of the carriage slightly, waved his hand absently, "It's okay, Brother Zhao came in except for the clothes, and the luggage and books were all put in my bag." ”

The man who drove the horse hesitated for a moment, and then under Zhu Ping'an's repeated requests, he took off his coat and entered the carriage for a short rest.

This carriage is also a coincidence, in ancient times it is not like modern times to have a direct car, in the Ming Dynasty, even the carriage and horse shop can not say that you have a car to go anywhere, this is also Zhu Ping'an after two tosses, happened to meet to go to Yingtian to pull the goods of the horse man, a little negotiation, the horse man will happily piggyback Zhu Ping'an a ride, only charged a small fare. In ancient times, under the constraints of etiquette, there seemed to be a little more good people.

A Sichuan tobacco, full of wind and flocculents. Plum yellow when it rains.

Outside the carriage, the wind and rain poured down, as if there was no head, and the next one was endless. Zhu Ping'an looked out of the car window and was more impressed by the plum rain in Jiangnan. In the past, it was only recorded in textbooks: in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there is a continuous cloudy and rainy climate phenomenon in June and July every year, because it is the ripening period of plums in the south of the Yangtze River, so it is called "plum rain", and this period is called the plum rainy season. Now I am more touched by the continuous cloudy and rainy weather described by him, and there are no sunny days for several days.

From the morning to the middle of the afternoon, Fengyue did not stop, but it was a little smaller. Brother Zhao, who was driving the horse, put on his coat again, and drove the carriage along the official road to continue walking.

The road was muddy and watery, and the carriage staggered unpleasantly. Even the ancient official roads cannot be compared with the modern highways that are even tofu scum projects.

After walking for more than half an hour in less than three miles, that is, more than an hour now, I arrived at Yingtian, which is now Nanjing City.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage door at a glance, Zhu Ping'an was shocked by the majestic Nanjing City.

Majestic, magnificent, majestic

Yingtian city wall is like a giant dragon winding around guarding Yingtian, winding for dozens of kilometers, you can't see the edge at a glance, the city wall is very new, and it seems to be updated under the baptism of heavy rain. Yingtian City Wall was completed in the last year of Hongwu, this is the largest city wall that Zhu Ping'an has seen, more majestic than the Xi'an City Wall, almost the world's largest city, of course, Shuntian (Beijing) should be the largest at this time, but this does not affect Zhu Ping'an's feelings.

Especially at this time, several outstretched stone carved dragon heads on the city wall spit out huge water columns from their mouths, just like a real dragon spitting water, adding to Zhu Ping'an's emotion.

At this time, outside the gate of Yingtian City, even in this weather, there are many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, and there are also people who look like scholars and students outside, holding paper umbrellas, sighing "dragon spitting water" outside the city, regardless of the heavy rain and pouring poetry, leaving masterpieces, but the scholar servants who hold umbrellas to protect paper and ink.

The bad-tempered "plum mushroom cool" brought a lot of rain to Yingtian, and the heavy rain was pervasive, and the rainwater seeped into the newly built Ming city wall and spit out through its drainage system, forming a unique "dragon spitting water" landscape.

This shocked Zhu Ping'an to the wisdom of the ancient working people.

Not long after entering the city of Nanjing, because of the heavy rain, the trip was delayed, and Brother Zhao, a man who was driving horses, was in a hurry to buy goods, so he put Zhu Ping'an in front of an inn, and drove the carriage away after complaining about his guilt.

Zhu Ping'an stood outside the inn with his bags on his back, waved at the departing carriage, and thanked him loudly.

"Hey, this is not the head of the case, Zhu Ping'an, I haven't seen him for a few months, how can he be so fat"

One of the scholars and students who came back from outside the city to watch the dragon spit water heard Zhu Ping'an's voice and felt familiar, so he looked up, and Leng looked at it for a few seconds before he recognized Zhu Ping'an.

This Zhu Ping'an really lives up to the title of rice bucket, and he eats fat after not seeing him for a few months

Zhu Ping'an heard the words and looked, only to see a group of scholars and students looking at him in surprise, this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't recognize who it was, it should be someone at the Amazing Immortal Poetry Meeting or someone upstairs in Yingtianfu Drunken Monarch.

"How dare you call the head of the case, it's just a fluke. Eat fat, uh, my mother's craftsmanship makes people can't control their mouths" Zhu Ping'an bowed his hand and said with a smile.

"Brother Zhu Xian is humble." The man arched his hand too.

After the man finished speaking, he whispered a few words to the students next to him, and after a while, a few dissatisfied, perhaps with a little disdain, looked at Zhu Ping'an.

"The wind and rain are tight, Brother Xian should go and rest first, and Brother Fool will come to visit Brother Zhu Xian another day." The man arched his hand and left with his fellow believers.

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