Chapter 349, Chasing Horses!

The wheels rolled, drove through the bluestone road in Tiandu City, and rushed towards the Thousand Buddha Temple outside the city.

They set off late, the streets gradually became lively, the crowd came and went, and their travel team was mixed in it, which seemed very ordinary and low-key.

Li Muyang followed the edge of the carriage window, constantly passing by the passing crowd.

He didn't look at the crowd, and of course, they didn't care about a little guy waiting by the carriage. Like an inconspicuous hoe, or a blunt knife that has been embroidered, he cuts through the fields and cuts through the water.

Li Sinian wants to hear stories, and Li Muyang also wants to tell stories.

But what kind of story is told?

Because of his poor health, Li Muyang watched countless heroic stories when he was a child. But he didn't have the confidence to tell those stories. Because with Cui's careful reading, maybe she has read all the stories he has read, and she has also read the stories he hasn't read.

Li Muyang decided, so he talked about his experience.

"There was a poor scholar who fell in love with the rich lady, who was not only beautiful, but also intelligent, kind, and very good-hearted, and gave the scholar a lot of help—"

"A poor scholar falls in love with a rich daughter, your story is very old-fashioned, okay? We have hundreds of such books in our house. Who's going to listen to you? Li Sinian shouted in the car.

Li Muyang smiled at Li Sinian, understanding that Li Sinian was worried that this story would not be able to impress Cui Xianxin, and then said: "The poor scholar has always wanted to confess to the rich daughter, but he has an extremely low self-esteem in his heart. He knew that there was a huge gap between them, and if he confessed to the young lady like this, even if the young lady agreed, the young lady's family would not agree, and they would never be together. ”

Cui listened carefully and carefully stroked the white jade teacup in his hand.

"The poor scholar wants to change his fate, and decides to go to Beijing to take the exam, if he can be admitted to the top prize, then he can glorify the lintel, and he can be qualified to be with that young lady. He went to propose to the young lady as the champion, presumably the young lady's family would not object - he embarked on the journey with the naan on his back, pulling mountains and wading through rivers, coming and going in the wind and rain, and walking towards the imperial capital step by step. Because I have such a good wish in my heart, I don't feel bitter no matter how hard I am, and I don't feel tired no matter how tired I am. ”

"The scholar met bandits on the road, who were robbing a caravan, the men were killed, and a mother and daughter were struggling desperately. The scholar was frightened, but he was unarmed and rushed towards the bandits. The first time I rushed over, I was kicked away by those bandits. He fought through the pain and got up and rushed over a second time. He was kicked away by the bandits. ”

"There was a thief who stepped on the scholar's chest, looked at him condescendingly, and said that you are a poor scholar, even if you cut the meat and put it in the pot to fry without a few taels of oil and water, we have the heart to let you live. But if you dare to rush up again, Lao Tzu will cut off your head with a knife. ”

The thief lifted his foot and walked towards the mother and daughter. Because his companions were already tearing the clothes of the mother and daughter.

"Huh?" Li Sinian's eyes widened, and he looked at Li Muyang walking outside with expectation. She had heard stories like this countless times, but every time she still sounded nervous. "What happened to the mother and daughter?"

"Scholars are afraid of death, and scholars don't want to die. He came to Beijing to take the exam, and he wanted to go back and marry the rich lady he liked after winning the top prize. He knew very well that if he rushed forward again, the bandits would cut off his head. If he dies, there is nothing. ”

"The scholar rushed over again?" Cui asked out loud. She finally took the initiative to talk to Li Muyang, although she didn't know that the person walking outside was Li Muyang.

"Yes. The scholar rushed over again. Li Muyang said in a calm voice. He spoke lightly, but there was an inexplicable pathos in the ears of others. "He was indeed killed by the bandits. But instead of cutting off his head, he was stabbed in the chest by those bandits. ”

"Huh?" Both girls exclaimed in the car.

"Isn't there a hero to save them?"

"Why did you die? In the novels I've read, the male protagonist and the female protagonist end up living happily together. ”――

"Someone came, the bandit fled, the mother and daughter rushed over, the girl hugged the scholar's cold body and cried and asked him why he was so desperate? Why do you want to give your life to save someone you don't know—"

The scholar's eyes were already closed, and he said in a weak voice: "Because of the butterfly you wear on your head—she also has one." ”

"The book is dead and the story is over. He failed to enter Beijing for the exam, so naturally it was impossible for him to go back and marry his beloved. ”

"It's so sad." Li Sinian's eyes were red, he covered his chest, and said, "I hate it." Why tell such a sad story? None of the books I've read are written like that. It's beautifully written. They are all lovers who eventually become married. ”

Cui Chengxin's face was depressed, looking at the storyteller's face through the gap in the curtain.

It was an unfamiliar face, and Choi was sure he had never seen it.

But why do you always think that his story is meaningful? What exactly is he trying to say?

"The most desperate thing is that this is the story of the scholar alone, the young lady didn't know that the scholar secretly liked him, and she didn't even know why he suddenly wanted to enter Beijing to take the exam. The scholar left, the young lady was a little melancholy, and finally obeyed the orders of her parents and married a son who was a good family, and the two respected each other like guests, but it was also a good marriage. ”

"Don't talk about it." Li Sinian said angrily. "Don't talk about it."

Cui carefully held Li Sinian's hand and said, "What you have seen is a story, and he is talking about life." What can I do if the world is like this? ”

"Be careful, sister, I just feel so uncomfortable." Li Sinian said softly.

"If you take it as a story, it's just uncomfortable. If that happens to you, it's heart-wrenching. ”

“――”

Cui carefully held Li Sinian's hand and said to Li Muyang through the curtain, "What's your name?" ”

"Li Mu." Li Muyang said in a low voice. From the very beginning, he pronounced the words according to the recipes taught by Red Sleeves. Even Li Sinian can't hear the flaws, and Cui Cheng can't hear any clues.

"Li Mu, you told this story very well." Cui said carefully. "Go to Xiaohong's side and get a pot of wine to moisten her throat."

"Thank you, Miss Cui." Li Muyang said.

His footsteps stopped for a moment, waiting for the carriage to pass by him, waiting for Cui Meng to catch up with the carriage.

Cui Meng picked up Li Muyang, and while whipping and shouting the carriage, he asked loudly, "What did the two little masters call you to do?" ”

"Listen to me tell a story." Li Muyang lay weakly on the car door, but his mood was turbulent.

Telling such a story is tantamount to re-experiencing the color pass when climbing the broken mountain.

The surprise meeting, the faint ambiguity, and the last dependence in the flood, when she fell into the abyss, her heart was emptied, as if she had really experienced a life and death-

"You can tell stories?" Cui Meng was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Come brother, tell my brother about one too." My brother likes to listen to stories the most. ”

"I didn't speak well, they all cried." Li Muyang said.

Cui Meng looked frightened and said, "Then forget it." The two young ladies are so good at your temperament that you are angry and crying, you must not tell a good story-"

The corners of Li Muyang's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer.

Horses step on black mud, and winter grass does not grow.

The car was running in the wilderness, and finally there was no sound of people around.

They went to the Thousand Buddha Temple, which is in Baiyun Mountain outside the Tiandu City. The journey is a long way, but because the Thousand Buddha Temple is deeply believed by the people and the incense is vigorous, it is not difficult to see pilgrims.

Li Muyang was thinking about his thoughts when he heard a sudden sound of horses crying behind him.

The guards of the Cui family warned one after another, a group of people opened the way in front, and another group of people retreated to the end to intercept the people who were chasing to see if they had malicious intentions.

Cui Meng's expression was grim, as if he was facing a great enemy, and Li Muyang was nervous for no reason.

His sister and his best friend were in the carriage in front of him, and he didn't want anything to happen to them.

Besides, this is just not far from Tiandu City, so there shouldn't be anyone who intercepts and kills them halfway, right?

The black rider came in an instant, and a loud voice shouted, "Is there Miss Caution sitting on the carriage ahead?" ”

"It's our little miss." Cui Tu, the head of the guard, said with a smile. "I didn't expect it to be the three young people of the Song family, and the three young people are also going to go far away?"

In the middle of the black ride, a jujube red horse ran out. This horse looks like a different breed, although it looks like a horse, but its hooves have long hair, and when it runs, it looks like four burning flames.

Immediately sat a young man in a green shirt, he looked over with a smile on his face, and said, "I want to be careful." ”

Cui Tu didn't dare to stop it, and said, "Third Young Master, be careful that Miss is in the front compartment." ”

The young man in the green shirt smiled, and chased after the carriage in front of him.

Cui carefully heard the movement behind him, and had already gotten out of the carriage in advance and waited on the side of the road.

When the young man in the green shirt arrived, Cui carefully bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet the third brother here." Is the third brother also going out of the city? ”

"I'm here for you." The young man in the green shirt looked at Cui Cheng with bright eyes, with a charming smile on his face, and said, "Yesterday, I heard that you are going to the Thousand Buddha Temple to pray for blessings, and I rushed to Cui's Mansion early this morning to wait." Unexpectedly, they said that you had already set off, and it took a while to catch up with you. ”