Li Longji called Zhao Qingsan into the secret room with a calm face, and as soon as he entered the door, Li Longji's face changed: "Zhao Qingsan, you dare to fabricate facts and lie about righteous deeds." This article alone can convict you of unfilial piety. Say, what is your purpose in acting this play? ”

Zhao Qingsan looked at Li Longji tremblingly, and at this time he realized that Li Longji had already learned everything, and he said in a trembling voice: "My father saw that the villain was working hard to make steamed buns, and what he got was not enough food and clothing, so he pretended to be paralyzed in bed, and lied that he was not my father, in order to win the favor of adults and pave the way for me to enter the Drunken Immortal Tower." ”

Where is Li Longji willing to believe, he shouted angrily: "Zhao Qingsan, you still don't tell the truth at this time." It seems that you have to be tortured, saying, then you entered the Drunken Immortal Building, but why did your father eat people's leftovers? ”

Zhao Qingsan hurriedly knelt down: "My lord, my father heard that there will be this competition in a year, so he wants the villain to win the championship in this competition." He eats leftovers just to get the taste of the cooks' cooking, and when he comes home, he asks me to make the same dishes for comparison. ”

I see. Li Longji sighed secretly and waved his hand to let Zhao Qingsan out. By the time Li Longji walked out of the secret room again, the plaque in his hand had already been written.

Li Longji glanced at Zhao Qingsan, and then at Cui Ling, the owner of Zuixianlou, before announcing in a deep voice: "In this food competition, Zhao Qingsan's steamed bun shop won the championship." ”

Cui Ling already understood that Zhao Qingsan's purpose in coming to his restaurant was to steal skills, but when Li Longji said this, what else could he say, so he had to stand there with a bitter face and a wooden face.

Zhao Qingsan was already half frightened to death, but when he suddenly heard Li Longji announce this, he was naturally overjoyed, he walked over in a few steps, held the plaque with both hands, and was about to shout "Father, we won", but after thinking about it, he also stayed there, how could he say this?

Ten days later, Cui Ling found the government again, and he asked Li Longji strangely: "Then Zhao Qingsan has got his wish and received a generous bonus, why didn't he open a restaurant here, but disappeared instead?" ”

Li Longji didn't answer, just smiled slightly. He knew the situation best, because he did not write "Weiyang First Floor" on the plaque, but another five big words "Poor Parents' Heart".

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Kham found the horse in the depths of the grass, and it stood with the countless needles of grass, and the wind swept over it, and it was knocked back. It had been standing there looking at him, and the distance had made them both find a reason to look at each other. Kham found that the horse, like him, seemed to be looking for the other.

Low clouds brushed the horse's body, and the horse began to walk in the grass. The clouds scattered as it ran, covering its body as if it were flying through the clouds. Kham felt a strange shock, and the horse was like a Pegasus, its long mane plucked by the wind and clouds, and its head floated lightly in the clouds, occasionally flashing, and then quickly disappearing. The posture of the horse in the clouds and mist is so beautiful, as beautiful as the artistic conception in a dream. It suddenly hissed, and the sadness in its voice made Khamba's hands tremble.

Bao Da looked at Kham: "Son, did you see the horse?" Where can it go and hide on a rainy day like this? ”

Kang Ba stared at Bao Dalai: "I have been following it for days, but I only see its shadow.

"The sorrow of a horse can reach the heart of man, and that is the reason why he approaches man. It was the last of the sacred horses in the grassland, and that horse lived in the woods of Dacang Mountain, but always came to the lake to drink. It ran so far to the lake, as if looking for its loved ones. Child, your mind is too big, real riders will look for those boots of their own, but those boots are the soul of Mercedes, no one can wear them, walk on the grassland......" Bao Dalai's eyes overflowed with sadness, "It is the rider who has to endure the pain, are you ready?" ”

Kang Ba suddenly remembered Li Tao's entrustment to him that day, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of excitement in his heart, he lowered his head: "I know that I am not a warrior, but I must get that horse, I want to give it to the master, only it is worthy of the master." But I don't know how to approach it! ”

Baoda looked at Khamba's face: "Son, come with me, I will show you something, maybe I should have given it to my son a long time ago, but I have always put it in the dark world, not allowing it to guide people." That thing may be your way to the horse, and it will allow you to understand the horse's voice. ”

Kham followed Bao Dalai to a large felt bag, the rain had stopped, and the sky seemed to wash and present a deep blue that he did not dare to face.

Bao Dalai pushed the door open, and a burning ghee smell came from inside the felt bag. There was a butter lamp growing in the dimly lit room. Bao Dalai turned on the lamp, and the room flashed with a bean-sized light. Kham saw an old saddle on the ground that had been broken, and he touched it with his hand, and it was cold to his fingers. It was covered with a finger of dust, and how many years had it not been ridden? He stood up wordlessly, the room seemed to be the last remnants of what Bao Dalai had left. Kham saw that there was also a pile of stirrups in the corner of the room, and on the wall, a dozen old bridles were lined up. He felt something ancient coming at him.

Kang Ba looked at Bao Dalai: "These things seem to be decades old, right?" ”

"Three hundred and twenty-six years."

Bao Dalai picked up the lamps and leaned over to the old harnesses, which were even more dim in the light, some of them shattered, and some of them were only half left.

Kang Ba was shocked by Bao Dalai's answer, he didn't expect these harnesses to have such a long time, he subconsciously asked Bao Dalai: "Who will be left?" Who could this man be if he left behind such a pile of old things? ”

"This man is the owner of these harnesses and the ancestor of our family." Bao Dalai said softly.

Kang Ba really didn't expect that these dilapidated things in this house were actually the relics of an old man more than three hundred years ago.

Kham asked Bao Dalai, "What did he leave those harnesses for?" ”

"When I was born, these things were there, they were passed down from generation to generation, like a small river, and the water flowed to me." Bao Dalai's voice trembled a little: "Everyone in the family calls him Baotian, and he is the first owner of the Dacaowan Horse Farm. At that time, this horse farm was said to be tens of thousands of acres, and there were more than 6,000 horses under his command, and countless cattle and sheep, and he was the greatest glory of this family. He is the owner of the horses on the grassland, he can understand the horse language and talk to the horses. Of course, these are legends. When he died, he left a book for our family, the original manuscript of which was lost, and his words were written on birch bark, and later the family made a copy of it out of paper for the sake of preservation, and as for those birch bark books, I have never seen them. ”