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"Well, but until then, I think we should build momentum for our arrival, we don't have much time, but we don't have the time to start slowly with the creeps, we need to use a few things to get into their eyes. The full-text and ad-free novels are all in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info in Beijing, and there should be many suitable locations. ”

"Yes, that's exactly the reason, as for the places, of course there are, and the most famous of them are the overpass and the Bada Hutong." I wish Jiapeng to understand the truth.

Old Beijing, there are two lively places, Tianqiao, Bada Hutong, the latter is a place of red and willow green, intoxicating, gentle township, cave, and Jinling "Qinhuai", Yangzhou "Twenty-four Bridge" is equally famous, but it is not the purpose of the trip of the two of them. The flyover is their preferred choice.

It is located in Yongdingmen Street, north of Zhengyangmen Street, well three, there is a bridge called overpass. This bridge is used for the Son of Heaven to worship at the Temple of Heaven and the Altar of Agriculture, so it is called the Sky Bridge.

"Wine flags play drum Tianqiao City, how many tourists do not remember home", when it comes to Beijing, we have to mention the overpass, the scholar Qi Rushan said in the "Overpass List Preface": "The overpass, because the lower level people in Beiping will meet and rest. into it, and the social customs of Beiping can be seen. ”

Out of Zhengyang, there is a white marble bridge, it is the overpass, from Zhengyangmen Street, through the east and west Zhushi mouth and south, to the northwest of the Temple of Heaven Gate, the north area of Yongding Gate, are in the scope of this overpass.

It snowed in the middle of the night, and there was still a slight chill in the early morning air, but when I arrived at the overpass, I was attracted by the hot scene and melted into it unconsciously.

The air was filled with the oil aroma of green onions and pancakes, and the shouts of the south and the north were in my ears. At a glance, there are artists from all over the world, some draw bows, some raise knives, some wrestle, some climb poles, and some perform hard skills. There are more early visitors walking back and forth in it, stopping to look at it for a moment from time to time, saying hello and throwing two pennies.

Mengzhu and the two of them wandered between the various fields, occasionally holding two of them, and buying a few snacks with the characteristics of Jingshi. Meng Yuan is a delicious person, he doesn't care on weekdays, but when he sees something delicious, he can't help but taste it.

Zhu Jiapeng is a person from Beijing, and he is an old horse, and he has him with him, which makes Mengyuan so unhappy.

Of course, they're not here to play, they're just wandering around, just looking for their target. Moments later, Dream Someone, with a pair of eagle eyes, had already spotted the subject.

It was six or seven sturdy men in similar padded jackets, with a few faces and fierce eyes. Between Gu Pan, there is a fierce aura. Coupled with the thick palms of the bones and the calluses between the tiger's mouths, it is not difficult to deduce that their identities --- soldiers.

Meng Yuan said hello to Zhu Jiapeng, and the two of them stuck to each other.

Just walked by so gently, like a gust of wind sweeping through the willows, just in an instant, Meng Yuan took down an iron plaque from the waist of one of the men.

"Wyvern Army, this can't be wrong." Looking at the dragon-shaped mark on the waist card, Meng Yuan glanced at Zhu Jiapeng.

The Flying Dragon Army is the elite under the fourteenth prince Yunzhen, with a total of twelve battalions, and now Xuan Ye is seriously ill, Yunzhen is completing the task of the Western Expedition and returning to the court, at such an important juncture, he will certainly not miss the same covetousness for the supreme position, so these twelve battalions of the Flying Dragon Army are stationed in the suburbs of Beijing.

These soldiers, when they come to this world of flowers, how can they endure it, they can't enter the city, but this overpass, but they often come to visit, and the dream of someone who learned these news is precisely seeing this, so he specially came here to wait for the rabbit to come.

"Ge Laozi, that Ha Chinu, relying on a few stupid strengths, doesn't take our brothers in his eyes, this time I must let him look good." Meng Yuan followed the gang of soldiers to the front of a wrestling stall. I heard one of the soldiers holding a fritter in his mouth, and he said indistinctly.

"I heard that this wrestling king is very good under his hands, although he is a Han Chinese, his skills may not be worse than that Mongolian Tartar of Hachinu." Another man replied.

"Well, as long as he really lives up to his reputation, we invite him to wrestle with Nahachanu, which can be regarded as a bad breath."

Meng Yuan cheered up and listened to their speeches, it turned out that the fourteenth prince Yunzhen had set up a competition field outside the barracks, and there were two rings, one was a wrestling competition, and the other was a fist and kick competition. The pillars of the main pillar are the warriors of his army. And set up a heavy reward, whoever can knock down the owner of the stage will be rewarded with 100 taels of gold, and those who can punch the owner of the stage will be rewarded with 10 taels of gold.

The pillar of this wrestling, is a Mongolian named Ha Chinu, arrogant, quite despised the Han people, a few of these men, a few days ago and he had a quarrel, was beaten, came out to relax, I heard that the wrestling king of this overpass is very capable, and is one of the military Han fellows, so I want to come and see, pry him to fight with Na Ha Chinu.

Meng Yuan smiled slightly, and after thinking about it, he paid attention to watching the wrestling king who was performing in the arena fighting with people.

"This wrestling king Dong Lin is a long white man, he is a good wrestler, if you talk about wrestling skills alone, there are not many people who can win him in the six northern provinces, of course, if you are a real practitioner, it is also given for nothing, but he is a good person, a real master, and he will not depreciate his identity and compete with a Jianghu artist." Zhu Jiapeng looked at Mengyuan with relish and explained in a low voice.

Meng Yuan sighed: "I understand, but for our purposes, the two of us are really going to meet this wrestling king today." ”

Manchu people are very fond of wrestling, from the beginning of Huang Taiji, there are Buku warriors, every day to watch them wrestling and have fun, to Fulin, Xuanye, this hobby has not been slightly weaker, there is a way is good on the top, the next will be effective, whether in the north of the people, or in the army, wrestling is every so-called warrior must be a project.

The so-called Wen Wu second, Wu Wu first, set up a stall in a place like Tianqiao, of course, it is inevitable to be challenged and learned from fellow enthusiasts, after a few exhibition matches, a short dun dun man, with two apprentices, walked out. This is a daily performance, allowing interested audiences to enter and compete.

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