Section 43

Influenced by the history of the earth, Wu Ming has always thought that Beimeng is synonymous with ignorance and uncivilized, but when he saw the street scene of Lanning, he realized that he was a little wrong. This northern nomad not only built a precipitous city like Lanning, but even if it was slightly lower than the Han Dynasty in the north and south, it was also limited in terms of culture.

The bazaar is full of people, there are people selling snacks, groceries, souvenirs, accessories, etc., you name it. There are even storytellers and performers, and the three of them believe in the reins and cross the market all the way. Yululi sighed, "I thought Renai was big enough, but now it seems that Lanning is not small, and she is also very beautiful. ”

She has been practicing hard with Pamoli since she was a child, and she hasn't even traveled to the big city much. Later, Nanban became independent, and she followed her master to Gene, and when she got there, she knew that there was such a big city in the world. In the past few months, in order to find Wu Ming, she has gone all the way west, and all she saw are western cities such as Tingya Shacheng, although these cities have their own characteristics, but in terms of scale, they are not as good as Renei. That's why she sighed so much.

Wu Ming was secretly funny, if this little girl went to a million-level city with a population such as Kyoto and Nanning, it would be strange if she didn't drop her jaw in shock.

Xuanyuan Ling shook his head and said, "The soldiers are in chaos, and there may be such a scene everywhere. This is the main urban area in the west of the city, and it happens to be a market today, so there is such a scale. ”

As he was explaining, there was a sudden commotion ahead. A large group of people surrounded the front, and from time to time there were bursts of applause. Yululi couldn't help but pull the horse, stretched her neck and said, "What are they doing?" Why don't we go in and have a look? ”

Wu Ming said with some hesitation: "Niangniang still has something to do, don't delay." ”

Xuanyuan Ling looked at Youlu Jasmine and said with a smile: "It's rare that Miss Youluli is so interested, let her go." ”

Yululi struggled to squeeze inside, and after a while, she squeezed out again, shook her head and said, "What is there to see in my Dao, it turned out to be two singers, gone, gone." ”

As she squeezed in, the crowd split a gap as well, but it immediately closed again. Taking advantage of this shocking glance, Wu Ming saw two people sitting in the crowd inside, the two ** were grandparents and grandchildren, the old one was full of white hair, and the younger one was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. The two are brown-haired and blue-eyed, obviously not Mongolian or Han, but blue-eyed people from the West. The old man sat on the ground with the pipa in his arms, and the little girl was facing the crowd, apparently just finished the performance, and was begging for money from everyone.

In Nanning, it is common to see some street performers performing on the street, begging for some spare money from onlookers, and Wu Ming is no longer surprised. However, the other party's appearance aroused his interest, and he couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect that the war was coming, and I could still see blue-eyed people here." ”

The blue-eyed people are a big race in the west, and the right camp leader of the camel camp, Ye Lihe, is the blue-eyed people. It's just that in the three northwestern provinces, although there are many blue-eyed people, they are still not as numerous as many small countries in the west. Xuanyuan Ling said: "The blue-eyed people are a very talented race, and the women in their clan can sing and dance, and they are extremely talented. This is also now, in normal times, a large number of blue-eyed people perform in the West Market, and that is a great scene. ”

Yululi pouted and got on the horse, and said, "The old one is older, and the younger one is not good-looking." That's what a lot of talent. ”

Wu Ming was dumbfounded: "The strength of people lies in their singing." You judge people by their appearance in this way, and you are a little bit of a sacrifice to the end. ”

Youluli said: "No, no matter how good they sing, they don't blow as well as you!" As she spoke, she grimaced at Wu Ming, patted her horse and left.

Wu Ming and Xuanyuan Ling glanced at each other, and both of them sighed and patted their horses to follow. Before he had taken a few steps, the noisy crowd behind him suddenly fell silent, and then the sound of lute and singing began to sound. Probably for a long time, the sound of this lute is low, with an indescribable desolation tone. But no matter how good the pipa sounds, after all, the singing voice is not moving, Wu Ming's body was shocked, and he suddenly froze, because he heard the little girl singing faintly: "The concubine's hair is covered at the beginning, and the flower is folded in front of the door."

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion.

Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and her shame has not been opened.

……”

This is "Long Dry Travel", Li Bai's poem is familiar on the earth. Although there are not many people who can memorize the whole word, when it comes to the words "childhood sweetheart", almost everyone knows it. Yululi grabbed the horse and said a little dumbfounded: "It's really a natural sound, no wonder so many people are gathered there." ”

In fact, although the little girl sings well, she is far from the two words of nature. It's just that the desolation in the lyrics is too moving, so she is not good at words, and she rarely praises it. She turned her head and said to Wu Ming: "Brother Aming, what does this song mean?" ”

Wu Ming's heart was like a drum, and he forced his heart to explain: "Probably, it's a wife's thoughts about her distant husband......" He said, turned his head to Xuanyuan Ling and said, "Niangniang, can you help me find out where the two blue-eyed people who sang this song come from?" ”

Xuanyuan Ling smiled unnaturally: "Don't check, most of the Lanmu people who come to Xishi to sing are from Xiyi." ”

Wu Ming took a long breath. Xiyi, Xiyi again, first "Difficult to Walk", and then "Long Trunk Travel", how much connection does this ancient country have with the previous earth, and how many secrets do you not know?

"Brother Amin."

Yululi's cry interrupted Wu Ming's contemplation. After walking for a short time, she dismounted again, and was now standing by a jewelry stall, playing with the beads in her right hand, which were very large, and I don't know what material they were made of, and they were orange. shimmering dazzlingly in the sun, it sets off her more than a flower. Wu Ming patted the horse and walked a few steps: "What?" ”

"Is this flower pretty?"

His mind is full of singing now, and he has the heart to talk to this little girl, and said casually: "Naturally beautiful." ”

Yululi said, "I want you to buy it and give it to me." ”

"This." Wu Ming had a big headache: "It's not good. ”

"What's good or bad? You are a general of Sanpin, you won't even spend money, why are you so stingy. ”

It's not a question of being petty or not being petty at all. Wu Ming couldn't cry or laugh, and just wanted to refuse, but when he saw Youluli's sobbing face, and thought that the other party had come all the way to find him, his heart suddenly softened, and he sighed and said, "Okay." ”

He got off the horse, took the pearl flower from Youluli's hand, turned to the stall owner and said, "Boss, how much is this?" ”

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman in her forties, and said with a smile: "This brother is really good-looking, this flower is full of color, and this girl has a slightly darker complexion, which is exactly the right match for this flower." As she spoke, she stretched out five fingers from the dazzling array of goods: "Five coppers, thank you." ”

A stall like this can't have a lot of expensive jewelry. Youluli was very precious, she happily took the bead flower from Wu Ming's hand, carefully put it on her head, and then turned around and said, "Is it good-looking?" ”

She is already delicate and lovely, but she usually doesn't like to dress up, so she looks more than heroic and not soft enough. But after wearing this flower, but in the heroic posture, there is really a strong charm, this kind of beauty with softness is exactly what Zhu Yuqing and He Yi do not have. Wu Ming didn't dare to sweep her up, and nodded again and again: "Beautiful, it's so beautiful." ”

Seeing that Youluli was looking at other jewelry again, Wu Ming hurriedly pulled her: "Let's go." If you don't leave, you'll delay your mother's business. As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xuanyuan Ling.

Xuanyuan Ling said softly: "It's okay, let's go." Her voice was so calm that she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. But the pain in his chest was as sharp as if he had been stabbed with a knife. In my ears, I seemed to recall what I said to Wu Ming in the imperial garden in Kyoto many years ago.

"Brother, pick that flower for me."

It was also June that year, and the lotus flowers in the backyard bloomed, and there was a faint fragrance in the yard. Wu Ming rose into the air in her coquettish voice and landed on a verdant lotus leaf like a big bird. Then he leaned over and twisted his waist, like a spring, and flew back upside down. When he landed in front of her again, there was already a big flower in his hand. At that time, the smile on his face should have been more beautiful than Yululi's.

It's not too young, and it's already a matter of time. I don't even have the qualifications to ask him for flowers.

She was a little lonely and took the horse, and stiffened and walked forward.

In the distance, the sound of the pipa entered the ears, and the desolation was agitated. After the singing was over, the little girl cleared her throat and began to repeat for the second time: "The concubine has her forehead at the beginning, and she has folded the flower in front of the door." Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums......"