Zhangjiawan in Tongzhou is the wharf that runs through the northern end of the Hangzhou Grand Canal in southern Beijing, and when the ships in the south of the Yangtze River arrive, they have to unload the ships and take the land route to transport the grain into Beijing. The imperial court also set up a salt warehouse here to transfer the salt for the Beijing division and even the northern generals.

Like these places, they are all first-class lively places, three mountains and five mountains, men from all over the world, all gathered here. Whether it is a roadside foot shop made of reed mats or a magnificent restaurant decorated, there is never a shortage of travelers from the south to the north.

Two or three confidants, a pot of old wine, unscrupulously say all kinds of things that should not be said. If anyone doesn't talk about some government affairs, doesn't talk about a few words about the elders, long live, they will be regarded as dirt buns with poor news, and they will be looked down upon by the people around them.

In every restaurant and tea shop, there must be relatives from his own pavilion hometown, or henchmen of the Liubu Shangshu family, otherwise how dare they eat at this lively wharf?

"Life is in the world, life and death are impermanent, long live when I led the troops to Jiangnan last year to quell the rebels, what a majesty it was. To tell you the truth, my brother and I have also gone through the battle formation, although I only glanced at it from a distance at that time, but with only that glance, I can also see the figure of Banzai wearing bright yellow and leaping with a horse-drawn bow. That majesty, that heroic, but brother, I have never seen it in my life. Just one glance made me mix up, and I immediately slashed a few more enemies. But such a person fell into the water once, how can he say that he can't do it, he won't do it? ”

It has come out of the New Year, and the warmth of the new year has come to this land. Branches spit out new green leaves, and unknown birds chirp and occasionally fly across the sky.

The time is noon, and the restaurant and tea shop are full of people, which is a foot shop on the side of the road, which is very simple. The wine is very bad, there is a lot of water in it, and the dishes are very average, but the few drinkers on the table are all eating and drinking, as if they are enjoying the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and the drink is also jade liquid elixir.

Everyone drank too much, and the mouth became more and more out of the door, just discussed what is the relationship between Yang Tinghe's concubine and his son Yang Shen, the first genius of the Ming Dynasty, and then talked about Zhengde's body. These are things that should not be said, but under the influence of alcohol, no one cares about the harm of these words.

The one who opened his mouth was a warrior dressed in a short fight, and a nine-ring wind splashing sword was placed on his lap. This person has dark skin, and a scar runs diagonally from the left eyebrow bone to the side of the mouth. If you check it, maybe you still have human life on your back, and it is precisely because of this that these people have the most no scruples, and what they say is often what others are interested in.

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him with admiration, he felt more and more that he was a character, and drank all the wine in his bowl, as if he was still a little unsatisfied. Looking at Xiao Er, who was busy going around, he wanted to shout something more, but he couldn't help but look at his money bag.

"Xiao Er, give this table a jar of real Huai wine, don't mix it with water, and serve four good dishes." A big man dressed in brocade put a piece of silver on the cabinet and arched his hand at the big man.

When the big man got the wine and meat, he became more and more proud, and glanced at the man who was entertaining. I saw that the man's turban was pressed very low, the collar of his clothes stood up, covering his chin, and his face was turmeric, as if he had been dyed with something. Most of the people who dress up like this in Zhangjiawan are real outlaws, and for such people, this big man also gives full respect, and bows his hand in return, saying very loudly.

"What are you still talking about, long live the news of falling into the water, from Nanjing to Beijing? Let me tell you, it's all outdated, it's not unusual. If you go to other provinces, you can still be a news, but in Beijing, it is not easy to show your eyes. Let me tell you, the heavenly family is not done! ”

This voice was like a thunderclap on the ground, and many people gathered their eyes, and the big man was even more proud. "Just a few days ago, Banzai took the Chinese martial arts to the Temple of Heaven to worship the heavens. And guess what? As soon as the ceremony ended, Banzai fainted in the Temple of Heaven, and before he fainted, he seemed to say that he would go to the leopard room, and nothing else could be said. Now the people of Banzai have been sent to the leopard room, and the imperial doctors have gone in like water, and the medicinal herbs are being pulled there in carts, but in my opinion, I am afraid that there is no hope. ”

The man who took the silver to pay the wine bill came to the table and toasted the big man with a glass of wine, "Friend, the national hands in the Tai Hospital are like clouds, is it not good to be cured if you fall into the water?" ”

"Friend, long live, although he is a good man, he is a northerner and does not know how to water. It is said that when he fell into the water, water entered his lungs, and he was not a big person, and I also admired the methods of those doctors in the hospital. However, if the immortal disease is cured, the disease is cured, and if the longevity of the person is reached, even the gods will have no way. Take the first emperor as an example, he is also a living bodhisattva-like figure, but so what? When the day comes, you have to go on the road when you should go on the road, and no one can pull it. ”

"Brother, you said that if there is really a good one, who will succeed the Ming Dynasty?" Another Jianghu man came over with a wine bowl, and looking at his gait, he knew that he had not drunk less, and actually asked this question.

The big man glanced at him and said mysteriously: "This is because I asked it, if I asked others, I'm afraid I wouldn't know it." Long live without an heir, who will succeed to the throne is indeed a question. There are a lot of rumors about this, and I heard that most of the real dragons this time should be in Xichuan. It is said that it is the meaning of the queen mother, who takes a fancy to the prince of Shu, who is young and virtuous, and is a gentleman who keeps it. I see, it won't be long before the palace will have to send someone to procure a white cloth and prepare for the funeral. Next, it is to send people to Sichuan, and the prince of Xuanshu will enter Beijing and take the throne. If you have money in your hands, you might as well buy a little more white cloth, and maybe you can make a sum of money when the time comes. ”

These drinkers were all interested when they heard this, discussing how they could make a lot of money if they had the capital, and how they should spend it with this money. There are also people talking about the king of Shu or other vassal kings, talking about what advantages they have in each other, and who the big position can fall on in the end.

The man, who had paid the wine bill, took advantage of the lively discussion of the people, slipped out of the hotel quietly, and walked around a few circles between the labyrinths of pavement, and came to the outside of an inn. The inns in Tongzhou are always full, not to mention that now that the New Year is over, there are many merchants who have begun to travel between the north and the south, and the business will be better.

The guy was too busy to talk to this man, he only nodded, and the man went straight to the upper room in the backyard, and a few big men outside the courtyard gate were lazily basking in the sun, and when they saw him coming back, they only arched their hands. A few times of knocking on the door, a crisp and pleasant voice came from the room.

"Come in, the door is not bolted."

The room has been cleaned up neatly and elegantly, there is a guqin on the table, and Leng Feishuang, who has changed into a man's outfit, is sitting at the table and plucking the strings. Seeing the man come in, she smiled slightly, "Long Daxia, how is the news?" Has the life and death of the faint king ever been revealed? ”

In the past, the leader of Jiangnan Wulin, and the immortal Long Jianfei of the White Lotus Demon Sect, are now an ordinary warrior under the seat of the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus Sect, and he must be respectful to Leng Feishuang, "The Holy Maiden can rest assured, the time limit for the faint monarch has arrived, and the immortals are difficult to save." Our plan to slay the dragon has succeeded. ”