Ming Gong respectfully

On the twenty-second day of the wax month, it is sunny, and the yellow plum begins to wither

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, it is sunny, and then to the tomb of Yangui, the west wind gradually subsides, and the bridge of Beiyang

On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, it was sunny, and it was more than 200 miles to the north, and it was camping

On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, the clouds are more than 200 miles north, and they sleep in the open

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, the clouds are more than 100 miles north, and there are people who stay overnight

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, the rain and snow will melt when it lands, the bluestone road is slippery, and it is difficult for thousands of horses to travel, so they will stay overnight

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, snow, light snow is like a flocculent, trance in spring, there is no style

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the snow is cloudy, the sun begins to rise before the time, and the ground is still not dry, thinking for a long time, and spending the night

On the thirtieth day of the lunar month, it is sunny, the sky is clear, and the money is given to two people, and there are more than 100 miles to the north

On the first day of the first month of ploughing, it is sunny, walk along the river, see the muddy water rushing and flourishing, and see the white crane bridge in the distance

On the second day of the first month of ploughing, it is sunny, three hundred miles of galloping, leaking the night into the heavy cloud view, no one in the view, and the fifth watch re-enters, no one

Sincerely

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The dragon, a living dragon, with black scales and white whiskers, and thunderclouds, is much more vicious than the totem of the emperor's family. The peasants who escaped from the White Crane Bridge all said so.

It is rumored that this black dragon disaster is a foreign work, this person is nine feet long, beard to cover his face, a long roar can summon the clouds and rain of the evil dragon to help, intending to destroy the White Crane Bridge Peace Conference that can stop the Kyushu soldiers.

He also said that the great master of the nine-inch cliff was clever, and he expected the changes in the Baihe Bridge early, and informed the envoys of all parties in advance to move to the northwest Longqiao; the trick of the fine work failed, but he disguised himself and went north to the Longqiao, and wanted to repeat the old tricks, and finally the sky net was restored, negligent but not leaky, and the meticulous work was ambushed at the south gate of the Dragon Bridge, and he was going to ask for the beheading today.

In the middle of the day, on the south gate of Longqiao, the three rats stood in the sun, and the people in the city surrounded the city under the city gate by three layers and three layers, to see the true face of Lushan that called the dragon thief.

Three rats, three rats, one rat who escaped from the battle, two rats who collaborated with the enemy and treason, and three rats who went west in other countries. Dragon Bridge is a border city in the eastern part of the empire, and the three rats have been plagued for many years.

At noon, the arrow tower on the side of the south gate of Longqiao, the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and under the watchful eyes of all people, the foreign fine work that was rumored to be able to roar and call the dragon was escorted out by two guards, and the onlookers under the city stretched their necks, and their eyes were eager to fly out.

Finally, the man emerged from the shadow of the arrow tower, and a wave of disappointed boos rang out in the crowd.

This person has an ordinary appearance, although he is long, but he is only seven or eight feet, no mustache and beard, only a pair of chaotic eyebrows are chic and casual, if you want to say what is different from the Chinese, only the novel hairstyle with the broken hair in front of the forehead and the ponytail at the back of the head is short.

In front of everyone's eyes, he shouted at the top of his throat -

"I really- I didn't do anything!"

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The young man who was about to be beheaded was named Ge Lan. A few months ago, he met a scholar on the outskirts of Tiancheng, who called himself Yan Gui and Shizhou Tianyuren, thousands of miles away in Taiwei Country, and Ge Lan, who was also from Shizhou, was half a fellow countryman.

The two traveled together, and suddenly encountered a bandit when they reached Yangqiao, but Yan Gui, who had been friends for half a month, blocked an arrow for Ge Lan, and when he was dying, he handed over what he was carrying with Ge Lan, only holding a bottle of new wine and a pack of pork jerky, and wanted to drink and eat with friends.

Ge Lan is also a person with pride in the rivers and lakes, so he and the dying Yan Gui lay side by side on the slope under the slanting sun, poured wine into his mouth arbitrarily, and swallowed the slightly bitter pork jerky.

"Friends are in trouble, and the mission is in the body, such a dilemma...... I also had to do it as a last resort. ”

The scholar choked with blood in his throat, and pink foam blew on his lips with words. He told Ge Lan that he was one of the seventeen giants of Shizhou, a secret agent sent to the mainland by the father of the Lord of Tianyu, and now that he was dead, he should not be humiliated, so he asked Ge Lan to do it for him.

"The secret report is sent every ten years...... Three secret reports for one antidote, and someone will contact you then. ”

Hearing the word antidote, Ge Lan finally reacted, and the taste of the dried meat remaining in the mouth seemed to confirm this idea, and it also became strange and suspicious.

"So far...... Me neither...... I don't have the face to remind you of my kindness, you just think it's to save your life...... In order to save my life, be this spy for me, so ......"

Speaking of this, another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, Ge Lan didn't know whether he should come over and take care of him, fortunately, Yan Gui didn't give him this chance, and swallowed it in one breath.

Maybe even if he didn't have that bag of pork jerky, Ge Lan would agree to this friend who had only known each other for a month, but gave up himself to block an arrow.

He was such a person, and many nights after that, when Ge Lan remembered the weak scholar, remembered that he had been knocked over by a carriage and overturned his bookcase, remembered that he commented on ancient and modern poetry with himself, and remembered that his face was full of life with a lot of shame, there would be no hatred in his heart, only sorrow and sigh, and the anger of fate.

In the past few months, he had received an antidote and a new order every three letters, that is, every month, as Yan Gui had said. Life is still life, and it doesn't change much because of three letters and one pill. Until the end of last month.

On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month of the year of Gengzi, the note wrapped in the brown and black pill finally no longer said "standby", but wrote "spy on the White Crane Bridge and the meeting" for the first time.

This is really a wonderful emotion, and it is obviously a calamity, but if it refuses to lower its power for a long time, it makes people feel not luck, but the unhappiness of being bullied and left behind.

Ge Lan received the secret order, and hurried to the Baihe Bridge, but was delayed by the weather, and it was the eve of the peace meeting.

Then came the Black Dragon Disaster, and Ge Lan was caught in the tide of refugees and fled to the northwest together.

Longqiao is a small city in the northwest of Baihe Bridge, the two places are not far from each other, go up and down along the Jun River, there are six such walled cities, six add two together a total of eight cities, it is a double number, Longqiao, Baihe will never be in the middle.

It's just that this dragon bridge city, the city wall tower, is much more magnificent than the other seven cities, and the most angry of them is the white crane bridge in the southeast.

But it is always the first priority of the family, and the sky has a divine fire, and ten feet of brick and stone is better than seven feet of burn-resistant. Fleeing in droves, they flocked to their neighbors to the northwest. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can intercept such a crowd in such a crowd.

In addition to his signature exotic hairstyle, the two broom-like eyebrows under his wide forehead also added more than half a point of straightforwardness to him.

People are like their faces, most of the time, Ge Lan is an inflexible rectum, and the rest of the time is a self-righteous flower intestine.

In those few moments, he often indulged in fantasies, looking for the methods of the rangers in the adventure narrative poems or the poets of the wind and moon—such as the one he loved, the biography of Cecilius, who traveled through the countries and left behind countless romances, and the half-gourds in "The Song of the River and the Sea", who were always able to turn danger into a disaster with humor and grace.

But reality is never better than a ballad.

"Heavenly punishment, heavenly punishment!" Grabber grabbed the guard's shoulders and let out a foolish cry.

"Haven't you seen so many lightning strikes...... Everything I can burn is burned, and I have nothing left—really, look at the people from the south, I'm just like them......"

At the city gate, the interrogating guards stopped Ge Lan, and after a few useless raps, he twisted him and sent him to the arrow tower on the side of the city gate.

The thick walls, where sunlight filtered through neatly arranged arrow holes, were stretched out in the corners of a few dirty, shiny marching beds—which would serve as barracks for the soldiers defending the city about the time the uninvited guests had been formally imprisoned.

When Ge Lan was still wasting words with the guard brother, there was a clang, and the broken package on his shoulder was pulled by someone and slid to the ground. The tarpaulin opened open, revealing the cold light of the sword.

"Fleeing, I only heard that the refugees need to pack up their money and food, and when will they need to bring bows and crossbows. ”

"Out of the house......" he looked up to defend himself.

"Who do you think this man is?" asked a woman in armor, with two scars standing on the sides of her mouth, neither long nor short, heroic but not hideous.

Obviously, the woman didn't want Ge Lan to stare at her, so she irritablely picked up the straw paper in her hand: a wide forehead and a long face, Fandong hairstyle, and the painting was Ge Lan's respectful face.

"Literate?"

"Yes. ”

She slapped the portrait on the table, and the word "Wanted" in the Danshu seal lay across Ge Lan's portrait.

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"Keep people under the knife!"

Outside the south gate, a chestnut horse galloped in.

The man on horseback held the flag of the Rising Sun in his hand, high above his head.

Above the city gate, the executioner with the guillotine in his hand was stunned for a moment, and the female military attache with a scar on her mouth immediately stepped out of the shadow of the arrow tower and lifted Ge Lan, whose head was already on the guillotine.

"Let's go, the man who fished you is here. ”

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Under the scorching sun, the walls and towers and towers and towers and towers were ...... From the time he left the deadly guillotine, one building after another, Ge Lan could no longer remember how many he had crossed.

Of course, this is just rhetoric, and just three buildings can't be difficult for him.

"How far is it?" asked Glenn in a long voice.

The woman in the armor stopped when she heard the sound, the white tassel on the helmet no longer swayed, and she said without looking back: "Don't talk nonsense, someone will take you home soon—the rat in the east." ”

"The turtle in the west!" Glenn scolded back without giving an inch, even if he didn't understand what the other party was scolding.

Longqiao is named after the bridge, leaning on the gray kang mountain in the west, and facing each other across the Jun River from Xuanchen Huaiyang in the east. Its city wall has two sections in the north and south, the west is connected to the mountain, and the east is at the west bridgehead of the Dragon Bridge, which is the place where the empire is heavily guarded.

At present, the southern section of the city wall has passed most of the way, and it is an excellent place to see the beautiful scenery of the two mountains and the rushing Jun River. It's just that Ge Lanxin is not here.

The swaying skirt fell silent in front of the fifth tower, and the mouse looked up from the tortoise's buttocks to see the old man in white in a top hat appearing behind the door.

He hasn't knocked on the door yet, as if he were a prophet.

"Let's talk. The woman in armor tossed the key to the old man, turned and walked away.

"Captain Qi, say hello to the Commander on my behalf. The old man beckoned.

Qi Duwei didn't look back.

The mountain wind blew the robes to the sound of hunting. The old man in white welcomed Ge Lan into the door and closed the door carefully. The edge of the door touched the frame of the door, but there was no sound.

The old man paced behind the table, took off his top hat, and stood on it.

"Do you know who you are?"

"The peasants who fled from Baiheqiao, the fine work of foreign countries, it depends on what you say when you are happy. Ge Lan lowered his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, he didn't know the details of the person in front of him.

The crisp morning light poured in through the window, and the white clothes seemed to be attached to the fairy spirit.

"No, no, no, no, I said you are the envoy of my Qingping Heavenly Army," the old fairy smiled kindly, reached out and ripped open Ge Lan's robe, and tapped the three-pointed fire pattern on the heart shield on his chest.

How can a rat have any heart-protecting turtle shells, which were put on by two guards after he got off the torture table, and along the way, his chest hurts.

"Who are you?"

"I have to tell me who you are first," the old man walked around behind Ge Lan and unshackled him, "You are the envoy of my Heavenly Arms Department, and you and I, as well as the envoys of the Thunder and Earth Ministries, have been ordered to come together to participate in this Dragon Bridge Peace Conference." ”

Dragon Bridge and Meeting. The shackles fell to the ground with a muffled thud. Yan Gui's deathbed trust, Ge Lan's first mission as a secret agent, to spy on such a peace meeting, and the peace negotiation was also Qingping Tianjun and Xuanchen Wangshi, but that peace meeting was supposed to be held in Baiheqiao, on the third day of the first month of cultivation.

"It was originally set at Baiheqiao," the old man seemed to be able to read Ge Lan's heart, "Fortunately, the great master was clever and expected the catastrophe of Baiheqiao, so he sent the message thousands of miles and changed the location to Longqiao......"

“...... It's a pity that the letter was dropped," the old man paced back to Ge Lan and pulled out a crumpled piece of letterhead, but its handwriting was elegant and beautifully ornamented, and it was still visible.

"On the third day of the first month of ploughing, we will meet at Baiheqiao!" the old man pointed to the field on the letter, "When the envoys received the letter, they only thought that they were informed again, and they fell for the tricks of the thieves, and still went to Baiheqiao to attend the meeting, so that the monster could harm my Heavenly Army!"

But there was no one in the Chongyun Temple of the White Crane Bridge, and Ge Lan arrived at the White Crane Bridge on the second night of the first month, until the black dragon swept away, the dead died, the living fled, and the White Crane Bridge did not see the traces of the envoys of various countries.

This did not prevent the old man from falling in love, slapping the table and stomping his feet, and the top hat on the table was shocked and rolled to the ground.

When he picked up his hat and straightened up, he had a different face in front of him. The old man is still the same old man, but there is neither love nor grief in his eyes, and he treats people as if they were brick and stone tables and chairs, so that Ge Lan does not feel that he tears off the corners of his mouth, and he still has a stern face.

"Remember what I just said. The day after tomorrow will be the end, and I will allow you to wear these three-pointed fire patterns. The old man knocked on his breastplate again, "Give your master an explanation, don't catch him again." ”

Ge Lan buried her head and stroked the coat of arms on her chest.

"You haven't answered my question yet. ”

"I don't remember what you asked. ”

"I ask you ......"

"What a spy should do is not to ask, but to investigate. The old man interrupted Ge Lan, and there was no boredom in his expression, but he was interested in being a good teacher.

"Don't talk about it far away, just the girl just now, does she recognize me?"

"You can save a lot of trouble by asking directly. "Unqualified spies try to quibble.

"What your hometown pays me is money to save people, not money to teach people. Are those fat-brained guys in Shizhou so stupid that even the spies sent out?"

The old man put his hat back on and straightened his body.

"The brothers of the Thunder Department and the Earth Department have lost their lives in the White Crane Bridge, and your kid is blessed with a great life. The smile returned to his face, as if the person who taught the hairy boy the way of a spy just now did not exist, "It's hard for you to wear three hats." ”

The old man handed the three seals to Ge Lan. One red, one purple, one yellow, the pattern was too fine, and it was worn into an unknown thread in the years.

"So now, I'm an envoy again?"

In just a few months, Ge Lan's identity has changed three times - he was originally a poet who traveled the waves to find beauty, then a secret agent, just a death row prisoner, and now a special envoy of the Qingping army.

When Yan Gui handed the poisoned pork jerky to Ge Lan when he was dying, he also had such a look of entrustment on his face. Ge Lan clutched the seal, as if thinking, but there was nothing in his head.

The scenes of the past are still in sight. Things are always settled before Ge Lan's head reacts.

The old man felt his chair and sat down, knocked on the table, and waved his hand again, signaling that he could go.

Ge Lan opened the door, and in the bright skylight, a brightly dressed soldier was already waiting at the door.

"Your Excellency, you have been frightened. ”

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Before seeing this man, Ge Lan couldn't imagine that the helmet was a cloisonné gold parrot with a silver background, and the armor was covered with gold and silver scales, and the robe was only half of the body, pulled from the left shoulder to the right waist, and painted with birds and fish, not to mention seven or eight colors.

The soldiers took Ge Lan to a richly decorated monastery, where they were guarded inside and out, all of whom were as fancy as him.

Ge Lan followed him through the front hall and into the courtyard, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a lotus throne carved from white marble in the center of the patio. The blame is that there is no god and Buddha above, no Taoist ancestors, only the incense is insignificant, and there is nothing to worship.

"I don't know what the envoy is called?" a greeting drew Ge Lan's gaze back to the ground.

It was a young man who was greeted by a beardless man, and under the brocade burqa was a whole piece of stainless steel plate armor - only the skillful craftsmen of Shizhou had the ability to make such a beautiful armor, and they had to get a body in Taiwei thousands of miles away, and the guarantee was also a rich merchant and nobleman.

"Heavenly Army Fire Department, Kan Tianfeng. ”

"Longqiao Guardian Officer, Zhuang Zuo. ”

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But it is said that taking a fake name is such a simple thing, first of all, you have to like it, after all, the real name is given by your parents, and it is rare to have a chance to be picky; secondly, you have to match your identity, just say that this heavenly wind is a perfect match for being put into the Qingping army; the last point is what Ge Lan thinks about herself, that is, he has to be able to come back when he says that he leaks, and the Shizhou dialect does not distinguish the voiced sound, and the Kan character is like this.

But then again, even if Ge Lan reported his real name and surname, these two words would probably not be able to arouse or leave the slightest impression in the minds of the guardian officials or many big people in the future. Ge Lan is still a nobody, whether it is this person or this name.

The escort officer opened half of his body, stretched his right arm, and invited the envoy of the heavenly army into the main hall.