The wind comes and the sand swirls, and the grass does not grow after the years.

Outside the Yumen Pass, there is such a large area of flat sand desert.

After the wind stopped, the yellow sand gradually dissipated.

Like a convoy of dragons marching through the flat sand, the sergeant's armor was like silver scales, shining in the sun.

Among the sergeants, dozens of baggage wagons moved slowly, covered with a layer of thick felt and a thick tarpaulin, tightly wrapping huge iron boxes, and the tarpaulins were sprinkled with coarse gravel, gray and shiny.

Walking in this moraine, the yellow sand is knee-high and poured into the boots, every step is difficult.

In the daytime, the scorching sun is rolling, and the yellow sand is hot, and in the middle of the night, the water drips into ice, and the cold shiveres.

This sand moraine is boundless, turning the Gobi is still yellow sand, and walking through the yellow sand is the Gobi.

In the vast yellow sand, except for this line of convoys, there are no people around, and after a few months, it has been lonely.

On the boundless sand moraine in the middle of the night, every four baggage carts were gathered together, and four moon-white felt tents were surrounded outside, and a bonfire was enclosed in front of the half-rolled curtain.

The bonfire was dark and the fog was warm, and the dawn moon fell into the sand and was cold.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells......"

The long sound of camel bells hovers through the empty desert, sometimes far away, far away in the sky, sometimes very close, as if it were right in the ears.

The camel bells were mixed with muttered songs, which were indistinguishable from male and female, like strings that had been played for a long time, sometimes hoarse, sometimes clanging.

There were countless green and faint points of light in the open space, flickering slightly, and quickly approaching the felt tent.

The moonlight flashed and went out.

The bonfire shook and went out.

After dawn, the convoy, felt tents, and bonfires were gone.

In the flat sand desert, it seems that no one has ever come.

In the autumn of Chang'an City, the fiery red leaves burn all over the mountain, and the purple and red autumn chrysanthemums are dotted in the meantime, and the end is a beautiful autumn scene.

The autumn wind is charming, blowing across the cheeks, and there is a bit of murder.

At this time, it is the time of lunch, and the wine shop in Liquanfang is full of diners, and it is very lively.

Open the door to do business, there are losses and gains, but in Chang'an City, only wine restaurants and restaurants make steady profits, and even the monthly flow of the palm-sized food stall at the entrance of the square is worth the monthly salary of a four-grade official.

The boy who ran the hall was busy, rubbed his cheeks that were numb to laughter, and kept shuttling between the dining tables, drinking wine and serving dishes for a while, greeting diners to be busy.

There are many diners, business is good, his wife has a constant source of energy, it is not terrible to be tired, but poverty is the most terrible.

The beautiful shopkeeper at the back of the counter glanced at the lobby, lowered his head again, crackled and pulled the abacus beads, and took a pen to record the running accounts in the account book.

Business has been good these days, and there is still a lot of surplus in addition to daily expenses.

She glanced at the lobby, and then glanced at the alley outside the door, her eyes drooped low to cover the haze, and she moved her wrist, the beggars at the door had been nested for three days, and she couldn't leave no matter how she pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

"Shopkeeper, come on, come on, drink with the masters." A collared ochre-colored robe staggered to the counter.

It was a forty-year-old man who spoke, and pressed the hand of the beautiful shopkeeper and brought the wine cup to the face of the beautiful shopkeeper.

The hot smell of wine sprayed on the face of the beautiful shopkeeper, she dodged in disgust, and accompanied her smiling face: "Steward Wu, Steward Wu, you have drunk too much, the slave will make you a bowl of sobering tea." ”

This housekeeper Wu is not the butler of an ordinary businessman's family, and the ochre-colored floating brocade round-necked robe on the single is worth one or two gold, which is the standard configuration of the housekeeper of the younger brother of Huo Shiqi's wife.

There are many Shangshu in Chang'an City, and among the many Shangshu who have been and are becoming, Huo Shangshu is a strange flower, and he is afraid of the shocking world.

I am afraid that Mrs. is the trend of Chang'an City today, there is no shame, and the saint is also afraid, and he has also been blasted out by the concubine who favored the sixth palace, and it is terrible to be like Huo Shangshu, which is indeed rare in the world.

Once, Huo Shangshu went to the court with half a slap mark on his face, and the reputation of fear spread all over Chang'an City in an instant, and even the saint gave a banquet in the palace, and he would smile and ask, does Mrs. Wan know.

Mrs. Wan's mother's family has no official and no lord but is rich, rich and rivals the country, the only unsatisfactory thing is that the heirs are more difficult, Mrs. Wan has thirteen sisters, but the old fourteen is a younger brother, and he is still a sister-in-law.

Don't be funny, such a baby pimple, don't spoil desperately, what are you waiting for, you really want the stars not to pick the moon, spoiled lawlessly, no wonder there are always people who say that giving birth to a son should be like a million, and an emperor will not be changed.

After the death of the old lady of the Wan family, the family wealth that could not be spent in these ten lifetimes was inherited by the old fourteen alone.

If you have money, no one cares about it, so you can do it hard.

Otherwise, people die and the money is not spent, how sad it is.

The master is unreliable, where can the housekeeper be reliable.

These two masters and servants, who are arrogant and domineering above the law and bully men and women, have not been struck by lightning, which shows that God also has times when he can't open his eyes when he naps.

Steward Wu clenched the hand of the beautiful shopkeeper, tilted his head, and smiled: "What are you going to do, how can you use the sobering soup." ”

The beautiful shopkeeper withdrew his hand a few times without pulling out his hand, his face flushed, and his chest fell together with anger, but he didn't dare to shout loudly: "Steward Wu, you, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, you, you bully the good people." ”

The wine is strong and intimidating, not to mention that Steward Wu was not cowardly, and after drinking a few more glasses, he actually put down the wine cup and stretched out his hand to pinch the face of the beautiful shopkeeper: "The master bullied you, what's wrong, you are a wine seller, selling and laughing, it is difficult to wronged you." ”

The beautiful shopkeeper was so embarrassed that he almost cried, but he didn't dare to shout, and the empty one moved, twisting a trace of cold light between his fingers.

That's it, if you offend, you will be offended, and you will only kill someone, but you will not have killed you.

Killing, she is proficient.

Before the killing, she still struggled for a while, wanting to leave a way for herself and others to live: "Steward Wu, slave, slave is a wine seller, and slave eats by ability." ”

There are many nobles in Chang'an City, and it is not good to say who will take up a turning point with whom, and those who provoke trouble in broad daylight will receive it when they see it, and it is rare to go on the pole to find death, for example, Steward Wu.

Steward Wu didn't stop, but planned to reach out and pinch her face again.

Not wanting the dark shadow next to him to flash, someone grabbed his wrist and splashed a glass of wine on his face.

"Who, who, where did the stinky boy come from, dare to disturb the good things of the masters." When Steward Wu turned around, he saw that he was a young half-grown child, with horizontal eyebrows on his delicate face, and he looked like a poor and sour face with no money and no power.

He shook his face with disdain, and opened his mouth to scold: "You poor ghost, do you know who Lao Tzu is, dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs." ”

The half-sized boy pursed his mouth tightly, his face was tense, and he twisted it expressionlessly.

With a click, followed by a scream, he broke through the roof tiles, and Steward Wu's arms swayed beside him, and he was drenched in cold sweat from pain: "You, you, what kind of way are you, you wait, wait for Lao Tzu to call someone to kill you." ”

Before the words were finished, a handsome boy who was eye-catching came out of the cable, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was also dressed as a white soldier.

The handsome boy pulled over a chair and sat steadily, as if he hadn't woken up, his eyes half-squinted: "I want to hear what kind of way you came from." ”

Steward Wu was a little confused, looking blankly at the young man in the sunshine, with a faint fierceness in his dissipation.

He felt cold inexplicably, and his shiny face twitched, no, this person is not small.

"Say." With a snap, the big slap was thrown on Steward Wu's face, and the half-grown man glared.

Steward Wu's face was burning and aching, but one arm was twisted out of his mortar, and the other arm was pressed behind him, and he couldn't spare his hand to cover his face, and scolded inwardly: "Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is the housekeeper of Wanfu." ”

The young man flicked his fingers and raised his eyebrows: "Wanfu, there are many people surnamed Wan in Chang'an City, how do you know which Wanfu you are." ”

Even Wanfu doesn't know, it seems to be an outsider, the strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, the outside, no matter how powerful it is, it's useless.

Steward Wu scolded smugly: "Don't scare you when you say it, Wanfu is the Wanfu of the younger brother of Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials." ”

"Oh, I thought you were the housekeeper of the Ministry of Shangshu." The young man raised his eyes and said calmly: "Go and ask Huo Er Gongzi to come over." ”

Huo Ergongzi, Huo Ergongzi, isn't it Huo Hanshan, the second son of the Shangshu family.

Steward Wu's heart sank, and he saw the black leather six-fold boots under the rim of the young man's robe.

He shook again, eating official dinner, I haven't heard of the official background of the shopkeeper of the wine shop.

The shopkeeper looks good, but he is not young.

Or, the young man is rare for this half-old to be a hero to save the beauty.

The hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, he loses face and saves his life, but he still earns it.

He knelt quickly, plopped, slammed on the green brick floor, pleaded lowly, and shed a few tears: "Don't, don't, the villain is wrong, the villain is an impostor, and the villain doesn't know any Wanfu." ”

The half-grown man looked at Steward Wu compassionately.

Admit mistakes quickly, have a good attitude, but unfortunately it's useless.

This is not to understand adults, adults hate soft bones the most, if you don't accept softness, maybe you can die faster.

The young man snorted lightly without any emotion, turned his head, and looked at the shadow of the sun outside the wine shop.

The thin autumn light fell on the corner of the wall, where there was a beggar, basking in the warm sun.

There was such a big commotion, no matter how lively and noisy the wine store was, it was quiet.

Not all the excitement can be watched, some are lively to watch, and some are terrible.

There is excitement every day, but there is only one life, or, run.

The diners who had lunch left their meals and turned around and ran.

The atmosphere in Chang'an City is positive, and no one takes advantage of the chaos to not give money.

Huo Hanshan came very quickly, and the beggar in the corner had just caught a few lice, so he beat his horse and swept through the sun, neatly threw the reins to the wine shop to run the hall, and laughed as he walked: "Which brother is so good at looking for a drink." ”