Dahe City is located in the southwest of Yunzhong, close to the Zhufuji Temple, which is the most prosperous place for business in the whole Yunzhong.

Every day, fresh vegetables and fruits, lively chickens, ducks, geese, fish and crabs, and good bamboo beds and jade screens...... All merchants collect goods from the suburbs and send them to the Dahe Bazaar through the Tianqimen in Nancheng to set up stalls and sell them.

What salt firewood, cloth, mulberry hemp, needles and threads, flower pots and pot lids, cooking cakes, hanging buns, saddle farm tools, etc., the things of the common people's life are all available here.

Regardless of cold or summer, Dahe City is full of pedestrians, and merchants know no borders.

Look at the tiger-headed leopard-body man juggling in the square, he is a desert man from the north, the scholar with a scarf and snow boot is a southern barbarian, and the tofu Shih Tzu of the fox is a matriarchal tribe in the East China Sea......

The Great Zhou, which dominates the world economically and culturally, is an open and enterprising, peace-advocating court, and always welcomes guests and friends from all over the world to show the world.

Most of the residents living near Dahe City are old Yunzhong people, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they are self-respecting and polite, and they are tolerant, and most of the locals in Lao Yunzhong are willing to sincerely accept outsiders to become a new member of Yunzhong.

The girl Xiaoyu is watching the big drama of the Jixiang Theater in the background, she secretly admires the "Yu Oiran" who was born in the south and is now the pillar, and she peeks at the singing and playing on the stage, and can't help but be overjoyed, and tries her best to hide her mood, afraid of being caught by her tiger mother, and then scolded.

The carpenter likes to take his disciples to incense the Yue Temple, and the worship is the polytheism that originated in the end.

The stuffy gourd in the courtyard, known as the bean sprouts, Gan Er, likes to go to the stalls on the street early in the morning to forcibly collect protection money before and after a night of gambling.

Look up and don't look down, no, the landlord fat aunt likes to invite aunts and aunts of various ethnic groups in a few nearby alleys after shopping on Rouge Street, and pack a single room in the "big bowl lift" teahouse together, rubbing mahjong for an afternoon, and then by the way, the owner of the Li family is short, talking about weddings and funerals, and then talking about the hot housing prices in the clouds.

To say, the residents in the south of the city include craftsmen, merchants, small business owners, overpassers, and matchmakers...... People are mixed, so the south of the city has become a lively place for gossip.

Gossip people really have a place to exchange opinions and current opinions, and that is Qiu Ji Noodle Restaurant.

Qiu Ji shaved noodles, that is called a famous one. Speaking of which, those who have eaten it will never forget it, and will always come back to eat noodles again. Later, for them, eating noodles in Qiu Ji has really become an indispensable part of their daily life, and if they don't eat it for three days, they feel itchy in their hearts.

The big and small things that happened in the past, are happening, and even the big and small things that are about to happen in this cloud can be gathered into four plates of appetizers on this square table, and a large bowl of authentic, substantial, and large amount of shaved noodles can be served to have a happy gossip, gossip, and quarrel......

After a long time, these noodle customers are not inseparable from the noodle table, but inseparable from the atmosphere of gossip.

Since I listened to the introduction of Qiu Ji Noodle Restaurant a few days ago, I have eaten shaved noodles once less, and I can't stop from then on.

No, in addition to the shouts of "you're here!", "please inside!", and "please okay you" in the Qiu Ji Pavilion, there is a lot of chattering and noisy table gossip:

"Alas, the boy of the mulberry family joined the army and went to the border pass, and he has not returned the ...... for three years."

"Hehe, I heard that the ancestral plaque rewarded by the king was sold by Xiwang, a disciple of Deng, and was exchanged for the reward money for the red sleeves. ”

"The rich old man's Caoyun business for many years was robbed by the little white-faced scholar in Qinghe County, and when he arrived, he really took his wife with him......

Whose children go to school, whose family has a happy event, whose family has offended the government, whose family's business today is due to the blessing of Master Guan Gongda...... This is the twitter in the noodle shop.

People who come out of the noodle shop will enjoy the delicious noodles and feel comfortable and satisfied, and at the same time, the fresh gossip they hear from here will be quickly spread to all corners of the capital.

Twitter, Twitter......

In the back window of the restaurant with grease, the laundry sink full of vegetable leaves, and the dye vat of the big dyeing workshop, there are always people who are "gossiping to the end", talking about "idle stories", such as "where will the princess marry in the future?", "When will the war in the north stop?", "Tsk, how many girls did the new champion receive when he walked the safe thoroughfare!" ......

Twitter, Twitter......

The girl who weaves, embroiders and spins is gossiping, the apprentice of the martial arts hall who punches and kicks is gossiping, and even the prosperous lord who buys and sells is also inseparable from this gossip with fireworks in the world.

Once upon a time, the wind and clouds flowed, the news became old, and many things were gossiped about at that time, and then they were forgotten and taken for granted by everyone. However, some never.

At this time, Shao Yi finished chopping the firewood arranged by Gugu early, earlier than the time when he came to the noodle restaurant in the past. Entering the noodle shop, he walked straight to the square table next to the pillar and sat down.

"Little brother, it's still the old rules, right?!A bowl of shaved noodles, a small plate of shredded tofu noodles should be boiled a little older, more green vegetables, old vinegar, less noodles, less salt, less chili, no leek flowers, garlic?" Ma Erha can always accurately say the preferences and taboos of customers, although Shaoyi is still the second time to step into Qiu Kee.

......

"Twelve years ago, General Zuo Mo Haoran was a mighty armor in the world, and he slaughtered the city in Wancheng on the border overnight!" An old man with a white beard took a sip of wine and said to his fellow tablemates: "Let me say that he has a unique skill, and he is by no means under General Ji......"

"Alas, what's the use of loyalty, isn't the right general Chongkai unconvinced, and also issued a war letter, wanting to challenge Mo Haoran, as a result, who would have thought that the king didn't say anything to stop it, doesn't this mean that he acquiesced in allowing these two generals to kill each other in order to secretly reap the benefits of the fisherman?!"

"Shhh——, quietly. An old man warned.

"Pity this General Mo who died in battle, and his wife also jumped into the river and died in her husband, leaving a four-month-old lone seedling-orphan girl. ”

"So, it's still the saint who is wise, grateful to General Mo for his many years of brave loyalty and repeated military exploits, although he retreated because of the crime of Shangwan's massacre of the city, and was given death by the king of the nine clans, but the king did not kill them all and exterminate the nine clans......"

"It is said that General Mo's orphan was rescued by an old man from the west, and King Jiahai of Qin once ignored the order of Wang Shangyixin and chased all the way to the thunder pass, but he still lost his trace halfway......"

"Lao Liu, don't you want to die? ”

"I'm afraid of a yarn, the prince and the sheep will be nine years old next year, and it has been rumored in the palace that the king has not hunted for more than half a year, and I see that eighty percent of this body is ......."

Lao Liu saw that the four old men around him were all no longer talking, so he had to stop boringly and start eating noodles with his head bored.

......

The wind was blowing, and the fiery flowers on the hawthorn tree in the courtyard were swaying wantonly with the wind.

Coo looked at the bloodshot flowers in the powder, as if he remembered something, however, his memory of twelve years ago seemed to have only a slight impression of the pink hawthorn flower. I can't even think of anything else.

It was an ordinary late spring afternoon twelve years ago.

Similarly, the wind was swaying the hawthorn tree in the backyard of General Zuo's mansion, which was slightly different from what Gugu saw today - the flowers of this hawthorn tree were as white as goose feathers and not bloodshot.

That day, General Mo Haoran carried his four-month-old daughter Mo Shanshan to the hawthorn tree in the backyard, he was in a good mood, so he picked a hawthorn flower and put it on his head to look cool, causing the baby in his arms to giggle.

At this time, one street away from General Zuo's Mansion, the heavily armored and iron-mounted Imperial Forest Army was being reorganized, lined up, and a well-saddled Humvee stood in the cold wind and drizzle, and the soldiers with fierce faces rode their horses and stood by.

There was no sound, only the nostrils of the war horses were closed one by one, and the white vapor was shrunk one by one......

At the back of the team, a full-service ironclad soldier carrying a white horse was none other than the right general Chongkai.

Since the king did not object to this action, the right general thought that this was a signal of acquiescence, so he led the troops here with great fanfare.

Looking at this murderous ironclad cavalry, even the forbidden army patrolling Suzaku Street avoided it from a distance, and did not dare to come forward to interrogate, let alone stop it.

After a few breaths, Chongkai's eyes slowly opened, he let out a long breath, and nodded slightly to the young lieutenant Cheng Shu beside him.

With a wave of the slashing flag, the crossbowmen brushed the bow and bent the bow, and set arrows together......

In the backyard of General Zuo's Mansion, Mo Haoran was grimacing his daughter, Shanshan's big eyelashes trembled with laughter, and her eyes never left the white hawthorn flower on General Zuo's head at the age of four months.

Outside the hospital, Cheng Shu shouted and ordered: "Fa-"

The crossbow rain covered the sky, and the black rain of arrows seemed to open a big net, setting off a series of soaring wind and waves, sneering and screaming like geese, shooting out, and flying straight into General Zuo's mansion.

"Sneer—snort—" The thick wooden pillars of General Zuo's Mansion were densely packed with holes in the raindrops.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

The two maids standing next to the hawthorn tree fell to the ground in response, and the blood splashed on the white hawthorn flowers swaying in the wind, and the white flowers instantly became bloodshot......

When Sansa saw the change in the flowers, she stopped laughing and glanced at her father.

Mo Haoran, enduring the great pain, he squeezed out a calm smile at the daughter in his arms, and the pure white hawthorn flower on General Mo's head slowly bloomed bloody.

Before falling to the ground, Mo Haoran tried his last bit of strength, he threw the little baby to the old housekeeper under the eaves, the old housekeeper Mo Weng responded to catch the daughter of the house, he endured his grief and anger, glanced at the owner General Zuo who had been stabbed in the forehead by an arrow from the eaves, gritted his teeth and said to him: "Master, I will definitely not let the young lady suffer the slightest mistake." ”

"Up-" The courtyard door was slammed open, the iron armor shook, and the crossbow was retracted.

Cheng Shu, who rushed into the courtyard first, glanced at the corpse of General Zuo who fell to the ground, he snorted slightly, but there was no expression on his face......

At this time, although he was already very tired, Shaoyi refused to let go of his mind. The scene of "The General's Murder Case" twelve years ago just now was because I listened to the gossip of the old men when I was eating noodles, and my mind involuntarily followed back to that shocking moment.

At this time, Shaoyi still clearly remembered the sound of the blade breaking into the flesh and bones that his divine sense had just detected, the screams and cries of the people, and the merciless celebration of the victor......

Retracting his gaze from the trembling scenes in his heart, Shao Yi tried his best to look forward, he did not want to forget the scene of General Zuo's murder just now because of the exhaustion of energy, but he couldn't help but say anything, no matter how capable he was, and how many dangers and troubles he would encounter, he had to search for the future situation of the old butler Mo Weng......

Shao Yi slowly held his breath, and his divine consciousness once again relied on a handful of qi and blood to return to the night twelve years ago, and his divine consciousness passed through the high-rise mansions and courtyards in Yundong City, and through the alleys and alleys, however, he never saw Mo Weng's figure.