"Han Xin!"

Sure enough, it's a crossing, Song Daodao has only been in the end of Qin for a few days, and the three famous generals of the early Han Dynasty have met two, and sure enough, how can they write if they don't see a few celebrities.

Wu Aya's introduction to Song Daodao doesn't remember it very clearly, but combined with the historical knowledge he already knows, Song Daodao still knows something about Han Xin.

Han Xin was originally a commoner, his family had no money, and he had always been the eldest brother he recognized to help him, and there was a story of a drifting mother's daughter and a humiliation in her crotch.

I heard from the shopkeeper that this Han Xin recognized a county order as the eldest brother, and it seems that he is the eldest brother in history.

However, Song Daodao thought about it again, is Han Xin in history so arrogant, this character is simply the standard object of being swept away and eliminated in the 21st century, can such a person endure the humiliation of his crotch?

Looking at his fake tiger appearance, he doesn't look like a hungry person.

No, Han Xin in history actually robbed the drifting mother's food, and was written by Sima Qian as a voluntary gift from the drifting mother.

And isn't Han Xin from Huaiyin, how can he be in Shouchun, could it be that Han Xin's story line has also changed.

A day's running made Song Daodao tired, and Song Daodao didn't want to think much about Han Xin's affairs, anyway, it was none of his business.

"Guest, please." The shopkeeper patted the dust off his body, "Let the guest see and smile, in fact, Han Gong is not as arrogant as you see." ”

"Hmm."

The shopkeeper sent Song Daodao into the room and withdrew.

Song Daodao ordered dinner and took a comfortable bath. The winter nights came quickly, and it was already dark.

When the windows were opened, the cold wind slowly blew into the house, and the street was unusually calm, with no lights at all.

The ancients went to bed so early, they fell asleep after dark, and it was not night in the 21st century.

Song Daodao closed the window and got into the warm bed.

The shopkeeper was really good, he gave Song Daodao a single room, and I heard that some people wanted seven or eight people to be crammed into a room, and they didn't even have a brazier.

Also, seven or eight big men are huddled together, this yang energy, what kind of brazier.

In the early morning, it was still a little dark outside the window, but Song Daodao couldn't sleep anymore.

Yesterday, I heard from the shopkeeper that the city gate will open on time at sunrise.

For Song Daodao, Shouchun is just a transit station, and there is no need to stay.

And Ji Tao's people must have entered the city yesterday, and I heard Ji Tao himself say that he would stop in Shouchun for a few days, so Song Daodao couldn't stay in Shouchun for a long time, and it would be bad if they met.

You have to leave Shouchun first while the city gate is open.

Song Daodao packed his bags and immediately went downstairs.

It is estimated that the owner has not gotten up yet, and the door of the guest house has not yet opened.

Song Daodao didn't know which room the store lived in, and he didn't dare to shout, for fear of disturbing the other guests in the room, so he could only sit downstairs honestly, sitting cross-legged by the stove to roast the fire.

After waiting for a while, it was already past the time to open the city gate, but there was still silence in the store, and the shopkeeper still did not come out.

Song Daodao slapped the table.

"Forget it, don't wait."

So, Song Daodao took out the dictionary from the baggage, found pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a piece of bamboo slip from the counter, according to the way the book was written, Song Daodao left the words of his departure, and put down a few copper coins.

Song Daodao rearranged his baggage, walked to the door, and opened the deadbolt.

The door creaked open, and the street stalls were just being laid out, and few people passed by.

A man curled up in a ball leaning against the doorframe, his hair covered with snowflakes, trembling all over.

"Han Xin!"

Song Daodao recognized the person in front of him at a glance, isn't this Han Xin who treated the shopkeeper arrogantly yesterday, how could he be frozen like this, which city hero helped the shopkeeper get angry?

That Han Xin sighed into his hand, turned his head to see Song Daodao, and sneered.

"Hmph, county lieutenant."

As he spoke, Han Xin stood up tremblingly with his hands on his knees.

It could be seen that he had been squatting here for a long time, and his legs were not only numb, but also frozen.

Song Daodao saw that he couldn't get up alone, so he subconsciously stepped forward to help.

Unexpectedly, Han Xin was quite backbone, and pushed Song Daodao away: "No need!" ”

Han Xin pressed his knee with one hand, held the door frame with the other, clenched his teeth, and struggled to stand up slowly.

Song Dao was at ease when he arrived, he couldn't get used to Han Xin's arrogant appearance, since he didn't need to help himself, he put his hand in, leaned on the door frame, and watched him struggle to stand up.

"Han Gong! How did you come so early today? The shopkeeper came out of the house, "What's going on?" ”

The shopkeeper saw that Han Xin's legs seemed to be numb, and immediately stepped forward to support him: "This is ......"

Han Xin didn't say much, took out a bag of copper coins from his waist and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"No, this month, I drank too much yesterday, I seem to remember smashing one of your tables, and I'll pay you back tomorrow."

The shopkeeper took the money: "How long have you been waiting?" ”

"I'm here before dawn, you don't open the door early on weekdays, why is it so late today, I'm freezing to death."

Han Xin was helped to sit down in the store, and the shopkeeper specially brought the brazier.

"If you don't pay attention today, you actually slept over, Han Gong forgive me." The shopkeeper served a bowl of hot soup and handed it to Han Xin.

"Forgive me, forgive me." Han Xin took the soup, and drank it directly regardless of whether it was hot or not.

Song Daodao saw that the store had also come out, and Han Xin had also been arranged, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he stepped forward and wanted to resign to the store.

"Shopkeeper, this is the room fee, I'm going out of the city today." Song Daodao leaned on the counter, pointed to the money on the table, and said.

The shopkeeper ordered some money and found that Song Daodao gave less, but because of Song Daodao's identity, he still smiled: "I'm really sorry for the guests, I actually slept today, I didn't delay you." ”

"It's fine."

"Okay, I'll bring you the horse." The shopkeeper collected the money and went to the backyard.

Song Daodao packed his things again, put on his baggage, put on his sword, and was just about to walk out of the house.

Unexpectedly, Han Xin dropped the bowl and shouted, "Stop for Naigong!" ”

Song Daodao immediately paused, looked back at Han Xin, and saw him leaning his back against several cases, his legs cocked, and looking directly at Song Daodao.

What does this mean, I didn't have any relationship with him, why has this thing always been hostile to me.

"Isn't this our county lieutenant?" Han Xin said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Song Daodao asked.

"It's so early in the morning, where are you going, why don't you see you Han Gong and say hello."

For Song Daodao, don't be too inexplicable, I have known this Han Xin for no more than half an hour, where did I come from such an intimate conversation.

"We don't know each other." Song Daodao said directly.