At the end of the bluestone street where "An Inn" is located, there is also an inn, but compared with the scale and artistic conception of "An Inn", this inn called "Yuelai" is extremely simple and shabby. The three-story building with a red lantern hanging at the door stands quietly in the rainy night, and if it weren't for the candlelight at the door, it would probably make people forget about this inn.

On the second floor of the inn, in the room at the end, there is also candlelight flickering at the moment. On the bed in the room, a teenager was half-leaning, his eyes were bright, but his face was full of sadness. At the table by the window, there are two people sitting opposite each other, one with a serious face and drinking hot tea slowly; The other looked at the tea cup on the table with a disgusted face, and even the seat under him seemed to be just sitting lightly.

These three people were Chen Xun, Baijia scholars and Li Yihuan who were withdrawn from Li Yannian's general's mansion after the grassland cavalry entered the customs.

Before the white armor scholar drank all the hot tea, the door of the room was slammed open. The person who came had a big waist and a round waist, thick eyebrows and thick eyes, it was the old eight Liao Chonghai of Yanshan Eight Horses. There was also a man on his shoulder, thin and thin, a long robe that had been wet from the rain and was tightly wrapped around his body.

The wind and rain outside the house also blew in with Liao Chonghai's entrance. Li Yihuan at the table hurriedly got up and closed the door, and when he passed by Liao Chonghai, he didn't forget to kick him lightly, "Isn't it okay to come in lightly?" What should I do if this cold wind and evil rain is blowing? After speaking, he walked to the side of the bed and lifted the quilt on the young man's body up a little more.

The eighth Liao Chonghai is upright and brave, but he is helpless against Li Yihuan, who has "feminine beauty". So, he smiled, "I'm not in a hurry to come and go, just to bring this blind man over." After speaking, I remembered that the person on my shoulder had not yet landed, so I shook my shoulder, and the blind man landed on the ground.

It is said that death is not terrible, but what is terrible is waiting for the moment before death. I don't know how many times the blind man told those anecdotes and heroic stories when he told his own story. But today, I have a real experience.

The blind man landed on the ground, and in the past, he had to howl twice to make it less painful. It's just that this time, my whole body trembles, but I can't care about the pain.

"Don't be afraid, we just want to ask you something, and you can go back after asking"

The middle-aged man's voice is unique and deep and deep, and the blind man is really calm when he listens to it. "I didn't do anything bad, and I don't have anything to be afraid of, it's just... It's just raining, and the rain in this spring day is really cold. ”

The white-armored scholar waved his hand and motioned to the fourth brother Li Yihuan to put down the dagger in his hand for the time being, "Fourth, don't hurt this gentleman." ”

"Sir, we would like to ask, have you ever seen the steppe people, and have they ever said anything to you?"

When the blind man heard the first sentence of that thick voice, he couldn't help but shudder, and his upper and lower teeth gurgled.

"You... Who are you? ”

Before anyone else could answer, the blind man heard a young man's voice again, "I am Chen Mo of the third squad of the eighth battalion of the Northwest Army."

The blind man's mind felt countless thunders rolling through at this moment, and the whole person froze for a while, and it took a long time to react, and he asked tremblingly, "You... Are you really the Northwest Army? ”

After asking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he immediately fumbled up and changed his words, "Great, great, my Daxing Northwest Army is still there." The steppe people who said the dog said actually lied to me that our Northwest Army was dead."

Chen Xun struggled to get up, and was gently pressed down by Li Yihuan on the side. "I am indeed the Northwest Army, you don't need to doubt this, now can you tell me what the steppe people have said to you?"

The blind man seemed to be genuinely happy, and even the trembling before was less. "I have raised the army and never killed innocents. Since you claim to be my Daxing Northwest Army, then my life must be safe today."

The blind man did not wait to continue, when he heard the feminine voice that had entered the door before saying disdainfully, "Innocent? Are you innocent?"

The blind man let out a long sigh, "Hey, my lord really misunderstood." The blind man groped his way close to the table, "My lord, can you give the villain a cup of hot tea to warm up?"

Li Yihuan snorted, but the white-armored scholar at the table finally pushed a cup of hot tea over.

The blind man put his hands forward and picked up the hot tea, but instead of drinking it in his mouth immediately, he just spit out a few breaths of the hot tea and let the hot breath in the tea spray onto his face.

The blind man rubbed his cheeks, drank the hot tea, and sighed comfortably.

"Sir, may you speak to us now?"

The young man seemed to be very anxious, and the blind man had just cleared his throat and spoke eloquently, but for now, the people around him obviously did not have so much patience.

"Don't hide it from you, before the grassland people entered the customs, I only heard by chance that my Daxing army was defeated outside the pass, and General Li Yannian was killed in battle, and even the entire Northwest Army was gone."

"Who do you listen to?" The boy finally got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"This lord, who said it, the old man really doesn't know. Adults should also know that it is not uncommon for us storytellers to sit on the side of the street for a long time and occasionally hear passers-by. ”

"A few days ago, the old man went out of the stall normally, although he talked about the poetry of Jiangnan Road for half a day, but no one stopped in front of the stall. About the time he looked, the old man heard the two people on the side of the road talking about my great army and the war of the steppe people. ”

"At the beginning, the old man was only regarded as some old things, but when the two people who stayed talked about Li Yannian's Northwest Army, they felt more and more frightened, and after the two people went away, the old man listened quietly, and although the old man was blind, this pair of ears was still dexterous."

"Only then did I understand that those two people were actually saying that I had lost the battle and the entire Northwest Army was killed."

The young man resisted the urge to ask several times, and waited until the blind man pushed forward and pushed the empty teacup in front of him before interjecting and asking, "Those two, have you ever had an impression?"

After speaking, he seemed to remember that there was a blind man in front of him, and he didn't know what people looked like, so the young man had to shake his head bitterly.

The blind man seemed to "see" the young man's head, and smiled confidently, "Adults are only afraid of not believing it, although the old man can't see it, but this ear, self-confidence is still a little useful." ”

Although the two of them said that they were talking about Daxing officials, it was really a little awkward to the ears of the old man. Seem... It doesn't seem like it's often taught."

"Oh?" The other people in the room couldn't help but cry out in disbelief.

This made the blind man even more proud, "It seems that the old man... It seems more like it's from the Western Regions."

"The Western Regions?" Several people in the room were even more suspicious.

"Well, it's the Western Regions... The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he must be from the Western Regions. The tone of speech is not wrong in the Western Regions. ”

"And then?" The boy asked.

"Ahem, the old man has indeed been a little tighter in the past few days, if he can't earn some silver coins anymore, I'm afraid he won't even be able to eat hot."

The blind man smiled wryly, "My lords, we storytellers have relied on stories to attract guests to pay money, and if we want to say that this story is mediocre, there must be no hope." So, most of the stories are either a bit of a mystery or an exaggeration. ”

"So, this news of the death of the Northwest Army came like this, as for the future, didn't I be accused of bewitching the people with a fallacy, to say, the old decay also deserves to have this experience, hey"

"Later, I was released, and before I came out, an adult from the grassland came to me and asked me to do some things on weekdays, but this content had to be changed, oh, that's what I said during the day."

"Later, after meeting the master of the grassland tonight, before the old man drank two sips of wine, he was brought here by the adults."

"You say, tonight in the restaurant, have you seen the prairie people?" The boy was startled.

"Exactly," the blind man took the new hot tea handed over by the white-armored scholar and nodded.

"So, what did he say to you?"

"It's nothing else, just tell the old man that the osmanthus duck in Jiangnan is more delicious." The blind man smacked his mouth, "By the way, he also told Lao Yu that he would go to Jiangnan to taste the authentic osmanthus duck in the future."

"Oops!" Chen Xun glanced at the white-armored scholar, and saw that the master also nodded with him.