Out of the city, turn to the northeast, about 20 miles, then arrived at Kangqiaoyi. Kang River is a tributary of many tributaries of Luoshui, compared to the big tributaries such as Jianshui, it can be said that it is nameless, the Kang River is famous for having a stone arch bridge built on the river, according to legend, the famous architect Yang Chengyan of the Western Han Dynasty built, built hundreds of years earlier than the Zhaozhou Bridge, Kang Bridge connects the north and south, is the only way to go out of Luoyang in the north, and the Kangqiao Station in the south of Kangqiao has become the world's largest post station. It's a pity that when Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang in chaos, in order to prevent the Kwantung coalition army from attacking Luoyang from the north, he ordered the destruction of Kangqiao, and since then the name of Kangqiao has been annihilated in the dusty historical files, and no one has mentioned it again.

Pan Feng led the team to wait in Kangqiao Station for a long time, although Liu Ze came many hours late, and he actually brought a woman, but Pan Feng, who has always obeyed orders, did not say anything, and he didn't even glance at the woman next to Liu Ze, in his mind, the lord is always right, no matter what he does, he will not be surprised. Liu Ze naturally has a lot of trust in this calm and introverted Pan Feng, who is silent and silent, and it seems that there is no more suitable person than Pan Feng as the commander of the Jinying Guard.

The night was dark, and it seemed that he couldn't leave today, so Liu Ze had to ask for a few rooms at Kangqiaoyi, stay for a night, and then set off tomorrow. After settling down, Liu Ze also felt a little hungry, so he ordered a few dishes and a few jars of wine in the hall and ate and drank. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei naturally ate at the same table with Liu Ze, while Pan Feng ate below dozens of Jin Ying Guards, even if they stayed at the inn at night, Jin Ying Wei did not slack off, and the night rotation guard posts had already been arranged.

Hong'er originally stood behind Liu Ze to serve him, but Liu Ze insisted again and again, so she had to sit at the same table, but Rao was like this, she also knelt on the mat on Liu Ze's side, keeping a master-servant distance from Liu Ze.

Under the influence of alcohol, Liu Ze soon became in a trance. In the past twelve hours, so many things have happened, which really makes Liu Ze feel like a world away, kissing a girl for the first time in his life, taking a slap for the first time in his life, saving beauty for the first time in his life, and ...... for the first time in his life There were too many firsts, which made him dizzy, and the first time he felt so frustrated, it turned out that it was so difficult to change history, and even changing the fate of a woman was a luxury. Cai Yan's life path is moving forward with its inherent trajectory inertia, and there is no change in the slightest because of his arrival. Yan'er, is this the fate of God destined for you, married three times in your life, lonely and exiled, perhaps it was this experience that made you write "Poems of Grief and Indignation", wrote "Hu Qi Eighteen Beats", and achieved your position as one of the four famous talented women in Chinese history. But I'd rather you weren't one of the four talented women, I'd rather exchange the peace and happiness of your life for the position of your talented woman, I'd rather let the tragedy of your youth and widowhood happen again, and I'd rather let you no longer taste the gloom of leaving your beloved son, but at this moment, I am so small, as small as a speck of dust, I can't control your life, let alone the trajectory of this era, I really can't change anything, what is left to you is only my blessing, but can you really be happy?

Two tears fell on the wine glass on his chest, clanging, but Liu Ze's consciousness was in the void and ethereal, unaware.

Guan Yu persuaded him: "Big brother, it's over, it's useless to think about it, let's drink less wine, we have to rush tomorrow morning." ”

Liu Ze smiled sadly and said, "Yun Chang, do you think I'm drunk?" No-no, I'm not drunk, I know very well in my heart, don't worry, I'm only drunk tonight, tomorrow I'm going to leave Luoyang, and I'll forget Luoyang. ”

Zhang Fei said: "Second brother, you don't have to persuade you, get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, let the eldest brother get drunk once, and forget all the things here." ”

Guan Yu said suspiciously: "Can you really forget when you're drunk?" ”

Zhang Fei smiled and said: "I have experience in this area, as soon as there was something unpleasant in the past, I would drink him drunk, and when I woke up, I would naturally forget about it - shop, two more jars of good wine - come, big brother, I respect you!" ”

Liu Ze picked up the bowl and drank it all, so cheerful - Zhang Fei thought that the cup was too small, so he simply asked the guy to bring a few coarse porcelain bowls and drink happily. Originally, Liu Ze's alcohol consumption was not very good, although the degree of these turbid rice wines was not too high, but this bowl of wine went down, and he drank it flutteringly.

Luoyang, the achievement of their dream of being rich and rivaling the country, but buried this love that has not yet begun, the place of luck, the place of sadness, tomorrow after Kangqiao, even if you really leave Luoyang, He Rijun will return again, but I am afraid that it is already a thing or a person, farewell Luoyang, farewell Kangqiao...... Liu Ze couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart, and shouted loudly to the guy: "Shopkeeper, bring pen and ink!" ”

The guy at the post shop quickly brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and under Guan Yu's surprise to Zhang Fei, Liu Ze staggered to his feet, picked up the brush, and was full of ink, he didn't write on the paper that the guy brought, and stood directly in front of the snow-white wall. Now his, he really has the impulse of the poet Li Baijiu to write poems, but impulsiveness is impulse, writing poetry is not Liu Ze's strong point, and it is useless to have impulses without a little ink on his chest, but this does not hinder Liu Ze's interest, we can't write, but it doesn't prevent us from plagiarizing others, poets, express their minds, whether they write it themselves or plagiarize it, just write their own feelings. Although Liu Ze couldn't stand steadily, his mind was exceptionally clear, writing a parting poem? There are too many, and I don't know which one is more suitable for the current mood. Liu Ze silently thought, Kangqiao - there is, let's come to the song "Farewell Kangqiao".

Liu Ze doesn't care if this modern poem will be too shocking, after all, Xu Zhimo's mood of writing poetry is probably very the same as Liu Ze at this time, some people say that emotion is the soul of poetry, and poetry without emotion will have no charm. Liu Ze worked hard to write on the wall, he did not use the official book that he had been using for more than 20 years, but used the book of his previous life.

Compared with the horizontal and vertical official book, Liu Ze prefers to use the line book, the kind of floating brushwork is more of a kind of free and easy, a kind of open-mindedness, a kind of natural beauty, compared to the dull official book, a few less dignified, more elegant. In the previous life, Liu Ze's calligraphy was guided by a famous teacher, and it was a slight success, but in this life, he has been studying Lishu but he can't raise his interest, so he naturally can't write well, so that he was ridiculed by Cai Yan.

"Gently I go, just as softly I came; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset, and the bright shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed! The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight. But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight! Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me. Zhuojun Liu Runde Jiazi year April Gengchen day. ”

Liu Ze was in a hurry, in a good mood, and sat down to drink again.

The guy from the Fangcai Post Station stepped forward to stop Liu Ze, but was glared at by the drunken Zhang Fei a few times, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to come closer, so he hurriedly notified the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper hurried over, Liu Ze had already finished writing, and he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the snow-white walls being scribbled by Liu Ze. The poets of the Han Dynasty were not as bold as the poets of the Tang Dynasty, and up to now, no one had splashed ink on the walls of inns or hotels, and Liu Ze's actions were regarded as drunk troubles by the shopkeepers, and if it weren't for the fact that they had spent a lot of money, they would have been expelled.

Guan Yu threw out a gold ingot, which calmed the anger of the shopkeeper. Money can make the devil grind, and it's a big deal to repaint it, and that ingot of gold is enough to build two walls. The gold is in hand, and the attitude of the store has become amiable again.