Shi Yiguang looked at the two people in front of him, crying and mourning: "I beg you to go." I really want to go back. I don't want any money, okay. Want a book? Then take it all! Will I be left with the straw mat? ”

As he spoke, Shi Yiguang lowered his body and was about to pull the straw mat.

The young man sitting on the straw mat turned his head and looked at Shi Yiguang with a scoundrel face, and his usually cold face was a little indifferent: "Straw mats, books, we don't want them." ”

"I don't want you to go away." Shi Yiguang's hand holding the straw mat was heavy.

"All we need is you." The young man looked at Shi Yiguang, who was buried in pulling the straw mat, and was still sitting upright.

Shi Yiguang's hand stopped and rolled his eyes. She sat down on the ground and looked at the young man feebly.

"If you will come into my door and use it for me, I will not pester you any more." The boy looked at Shi Yiguang, who had a weak face, and added: "Brocade clothes and jade food, you want a lot of money." And you can study with me from the sage teacher. ”

Shi Yiguang listened to the words of the son, the weakness on his face dissipated, and the look in his eyes deepened.

She listened to Childe's words, and her eyes swept over the jade jue tied around his waist, and the jade jue was entwined with the pan pattern. She turned her gaze and landed on the black cloth carriage beside the willow tree.

Then he shook his head: "No, I already have a master." ”

The Pan pattern is the pattern on the bronze ritual vessel. Ordinary people don't use it. With the pan as the pattern, the jade as the decoration. In this place of Chu, there are only nobles with the surname Mi.

Among the nobles surnamed Mi, there is only Xiong in Yingdu.

Among the Xiong family, for her Shi Yiguang, the best host is Ling Yin Xiongshen. If you go down, the blessing is not enough, and if you go up, it is the royal system in the palace. The one who is in charge of the harem is Yue Ji, with this Yue Ji here, involving the Yue Guo and Yue Palace, she doesn't dare to be stupid and stick it up.

"The famous grass has a master?" The young man sat upright on the straw mat under the willow tree, looked at Shi Yiguang and asked with some doubts.

Shi Yiguang leaned on his stomach and took the opportunity to take out the bamboo scroll in his hand: "That is to say, I am already serving others." As for you, please invite another saint. As he spoke, he took the bamboo scroll in the young man's hand and pulled it back.

Then he slowly rolled it up, and said earnestly: "So, you all go back, go back, don't waste on me." ”

"Dare to ask, which one does Mr. Xiao serve?" An old man standing next to him who had not opened his mouth asked. When he spoke again, his address to Shi Yiguang changed.

"No comment." Shi Yiguang said as she put away the bamboo roll in her hand, she rolled the bamboo roll, and inserted the neat roll into the jar next to her.

Seeing this, the young man also got up from the straw mat and took a step back.

Shi Yiguang squatted down and quickly rolled up the mat.

She was starving to death.

Roll up the mat, hold it in one hand, pick up the jar with the other, and walk towards the road next to it.

The young man standing under the willow tree stepped forward and blocked Shi Yiguang's face, his face was cold, looking at Shi Yiguang but insisting on asking again: "Why don't you think about it?" ”

Shi Yiguang stretched his neck and twisted: "Don't think about it, one guest doesn't serve the two masters." As he spoke, he walked around the boy and forward.

The young man took a step back and stood in front of Shi Yiguang again.

He didn't speak, just lowered his head, took out a gilded silk book from his arms, and handed it to Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yiguang didn't answer, just bypassed him and continued to walk forward.

Seeing this, the young man stuffed the silk book in his hand into the porcelain jar of Shi Yiguang's bamboo scroll, stood behind him, looked at Shi Yiguang's back and said: "If Mr. Xiao changes his mind, you can take this token into the palace of Chu and look for the prince's chapter." ”

Shi Yiguang's legs as he walked forward became weak, and he quickly stood up straight again, and continued to walk forward without changing his face.

The willow branches next to them have long been blown away, and the strands of hair are like scattered hairs in the wind.

The old man stood under the tree, looking at the little boy who was walking away, and his eyes moved to the young man who was standing there looking at the little boy.

The young man watched the figure slowly walk away, and then turned around and walked back.

"The king is thirsty for talent, but the prince has always been indifferent to this. Although there is talent, it is not necessary to have it. Why are you so persistent in asking him to work with you today? The old man stood under the willow tree, looked at the young man who walked back, and asked with a frown.

The young man looked at the old man, with emotions on his face, unable to see joy and anger, and said in his usual cold tone: "The teacher doesn't think he's funny?" ”

When the old man heard this, he looked at the road that was no longer empty, and only said, "It's different from ordinary people." Polite and rude. ”

The boy walked under the willow tree, stood beside the carriage, swept his gaze over the deserted road, and said softly: "It would be great if I could find someone of the same age, who has both ability and moral integrity, and who can walk with me." ”

The coachman next to him got down and put the pestle away, and the young man stepped on the pestle with his skirt and got into the carriage.

The old man turned his head to look at the unmanned road, and the few trees on both sides swayed in the wind, adding a little desolation to the road.

The old man shook his head, sighed, and followed the wheels of the carriage.

The horses in their reins snapped their noses and headed for the street on the other side.

Dry willow branches swept across the low hedges in the cool late autumn breeze.

Shi Yiguang was full of food outside, and when he arrived home with a straw mat and a porcelain jar, it was already late. In ancient times, when there were no neon lights, it was always darker earlier.

The little black dog tied in the yard saw Shi Yiguang, so he pulled the rope and wagged his tail at her excitedly. Shi Yiguang bought some leftover food outside for dog food, fed the dog first, and then returned to the house, looking at the porcelain jar on the table.

She stretched out her hand, took out the bamboo roll in the porcelain jar and put it away, and took out the cloth in it and slowly unfolded it.

This is an invitation embroidered with gold thread. There are a few big words written on it:

Prince of Chu Chapter, Letter.

Shi Yiguang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Fortunately, she was not blinded by money, and her brain was hot and agreed to them......

Wang Zi Zhang, Xiong Zhang, Yue Ji's own son. Approaching him, there are really 10 million reasons to be sent to the Yue Palace by Yue Ji.

Shi Yiguang crumpled the gold-embroidered cloth into a ball and threw it towards the porcelain jar. Then he held the porcelain jar and put it under the bed. Can't use it, it's a pity that such a good cloth and gold silk embroidery are thrown away. Keep it, maybe you can use it in the future?

It's only late autumn, but it's already extremely cold. After Mr. Sun left, she made a haystack by herself and put it in the yard, and practiced her body every day before going to bed and after getting up. His body and bones are much stronger.

But today is different, Shi Yiguang took a black cloth, walked into the courtyard, first blindfolded, and then began to make a straw stack one by one.

In the past, I practiced my body, but from today, I will start practicing archery, and I will practice more.

The evening breeze was howling, and Shi Yiguang was still practicing in front of the haystack in his single clothes.

The night gradually covered everything, and there was no light in the house, and everything became dark. But all this, in the eyes of Shi Yiguang, who was covered with a black cloth, was not very different.

After beating the haystack, Shi Yiguang's black cloth was still not removed, blindfolded, and began to walk towards the house.

And so it was with the night in this courtyard that day after day it was covered with a black cloth.