Chronicle of the Year of Honor (2)· Jinguan City

Shuchuan Jinguan City, the place where the Tianjiao Chen clan was established.

Five hundred years ago, at the beginning of the founding of the Dayan Dynasty, Chen Sanjian, the first Tianjiao of the Chen family, heard that there was a mountain near Jinguan where there had been a green sparrow singing, so he moved here, waiting for the green sparrow, and lived for generations, which has continued to this day.

The original name of this mountain was finally unsearchable, and it was scattered, and the world later called it Qingque Mountain.

Jinguancheng spring, summer and autumn are foggy in the morning, there are often continuous drizzles, frost and snow in winter, and the sky is covered with clouds and fog all year round. The sunlight does not penetrate the hazy clouds and mist, and it is often invisible.

Chen Cong and others rode into the city in the morning, and the Jinguan fog, half of the city was buried in the vast white fog, and half of it was hazy to reveal its original appearance, as if half of it was in the sky and half of it was left in the world.

Chen Cong rode his horse at the front of the team, and it was foggy in the morning, and recklessly riding the horse might hurt pedestrians. Chen Cong drew his sword, held the reins of the horse with his left hand, and bent his wrist slightly while holding the sword.

Tianjiao Chen's Vision · Three Swords · White mist flowers

The smoke floating in the air seemed to be pulled, and they rushed to Chen Cong's sword in his hand like moths to a fire, and the white mist flowed like a stream, across the air, shrouded in a long sword cloud of smoke, and the extra mist wrapped around Chen Cong's arm hairpin, like a cloud trapped.

The fog was pulled and the fog in front of the horse faded, and although there were still some remnants, it was unobstructed to see if there were pedestrians on horseback.

Chen Cong returned to the Chen Mansion, and after the tiger hunt went down last night, he was groggy.

Chen Cong yawned loudly: "Little Ah Fu, send someone to report my father's safety, and then let someone wash the two fox cubs, send them to Anji, and I'll go to sleep for a while..."

After hunting the tiger, the young master was satisfied, unloaded his bow and sac, took off the hosta that tied his hair, and walked back to his courtyard.

The second young master was so sleepy that he thought: "I must write to Yang Juexi, I slaughtered a big insect by myself..."

"Alone..."

The weather in Jinguan is indeed quite suitable for sleeping, the carriages and horses are slow, the fireworks are in the world, and the rain is constant.

Chen Cong woke up, he couldn't tell when and when, he was sitting in a daze with his hair scattered, the drizzle outside the window was continuous, and the cloud curtain was heavy.

Pushing open the cinnabar window lattice carved with green birds, fresh moisture came with a chill, Chen Cong simply pulled his hair, revealing his forehead eyebrows and a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes, and sat in front of the bookcase to write a reply letter to his rival Yang Juexi.

"Lord Yang, seeing the words is like meeting.

I'm fine, I just slaughtered a big insect alone in Qingque Mountain last night, so I don't have to write to me after you cut down a black bear with the guards, I'm fine, take care of my body, and I haven't lost weight so far......

I heard you say that you are very busy tomorrow, someone asked you to visit Taiyi Mountain, and you are still a young talent, and the senior brother of the Huashan Sword School may entrust you with a lot of money to name his sword, and you also claim that the prince of Guanzhong admires your dancing posture and asks you to visit the Big Wild Goose Pagoda tomorrow...... Since there's so much to do tomorrow, why not just sleep until the day after tomorrow? That way you won't be busy.

Finally, I hope that Lord Yang will stop saying that I look funny, judging from the reactions of several daughters in Shuchuan, I look good when I laugh, otherwise they wouldn't blush.

Cong Zhishang,

July 16, 16th year. ”

As soon as he finished writing, Chen Cong put down his pen, and the little servant Agui knocked on the door at the door: "Young master, are you awake?" ”

Interestingly, Ah Gui is the younger brother of Xiao Afu, and the second son of the old housekeeper Ah Fu, because the elder brother used the name of Xiao Afu, it is not appropriate for Ah Gui to call Xiao Ah Fu again, so Lao Ah Fu named this son Ah Gui.

Chen Cong snorted and let Agui in.

Ah Gui probed his brain, entered the house and smiled at the second young master Chen Cong: "Second young master, the master received the news and went to Longnan Post Station to pick up the prince brother who came back from the Western Regions, and it will take about a day to go back and forth." The lord asked you to go to Xuanqing Temple tomorrow to return the pillar incense, saying that the dragon Taoist is kind to our Chen family. ”

Chen Cong was stunned, and first asked in surprise: "My brother is coming back from the Western Regions?" ”

The titles of the Tianjiao clan are all raided by the duke, and the title of the Tianjiao Chen clan is Pingshu. And the brother of the second young master Chen Cong is the son of Tianjiao Chen, Chen Yi.

"However, my father asked me to go to Xuanqing Temple to offer incense...... Agui, where do you know where Xuanqing Temple is? ”

“... I don't know, young master. ”

Hit the eaves and walk through, bird-like eaves at every corner. The rain flutters outside the eaves, making it impossible to tell whether it is morning or afternoon.

Chen Cong played with the folding fan he took from the room, and carved a green finch on the handle of the fan.

Chen Cong planned to go to his sister Chen Anji to see if she liked the two fox cubs she sent.

In the courtyard of Anji, there are Luan trees, the leaves are reddish-brown and slightly warm jade, and the pavilion stands in the center of the courtyard, and the color is pleasing to the eye.

After Chen Cong walked into the hospital, he pushed the door directly to look for An Ji, wanting to see what An Ji was doing at this time.

There was a faint incense in the room, and the room was a little messy. There were some small objects and preserved fruits that the girl liked scattered on the bed, and there was a blanket in the corner, on which were two little foxes, one red and one white, curled up, and Anji sat at the desk, not knowing what he was writing.

Hearing the sound, An Ji looked up in confusion, not knowing who was so unpolite, and pushed the door straight in.

After seeing that it was his brother Chen Cong, An Jiteng stood up immediately, knocked his calf, and then put away the things written on the table in a panic.

Chen Cong was confused: Is this guarding against me......

"Anji... What you just put away was... A letter? Chen Cong asked tentatively, "Who is it for?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The roots of Anji's ears quietly reddened, spreading to his neck, like roses.

An Ji was a little embarrassed, puffed up his cheeks, slightly furrowed his good-looking eyebrows, and hid behind him with both hands on the letter, his eyes wandering.

"Why don't you knock when you enter?"

Chen Cong touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "I didn't want to come and see if you like the fox cub I gave you..."

"Anji likes it a lot, I fed some jerky just now, and they fell asleep when they got tired." An Ji calmed down, and pointed to the two hairy little guys in the corner with one free hand and said.

Anji's little finger pointed at the fox cub, and through the wide sleeves, he could see a bronze bracelet pinned to the snow-white wrist, which was composed of three bronze plaques.

In a glance, Chen Cong seemed to see that a bronze plaque was engraved with a heavenly horse.

Tianma stepping on the clouds, immediately black sun, is the vision of Longbei Tianjiao Zhao's Tianjiao.

Chen Cong pondered: Tianma is the symbol of the Zhao family of Tianjiao in Longbei, but why does Anji wear this jewelry?

Mo not... Someone sent it?

Without waiting for Chen Cong to ask, An Ji, whose eyes had been erratic, glanced at Chen Cong, and suddenly became annoyed and angry.

An Ji looked at Chen Cong's peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling even in contemplation, and pouted: "Why are you still laughing?" What's so funny..."

Chen Cong was stunned for a moment and defended: "I didn't ......"

"Eh, you just hurry up and get out, brother!" An Ji pushed Chen Cong out of the room without giving him an explanation that he didn't have a chance to laugh.

"By the way, Brother Cong, my uncle went out to pick up Brother Yi, and my mother said to let you come to dinner together." Anji opened the window lattice and said, then quickly closed it again.

Chen Cong: ......

But I really wasn't laughing...

Chen Cong touched his eyebrows, a little helpless. Because his eyebrows and eyes were born like this, Chen Cong will always be guessed by others whether he is laughing, or what he is laughing at.

My aunt told me to have dinner together... The meal is about three o'clock in the unitary hour.

Chen Cong looked at the copper kettle in front of the courtyard door, and he was two moments.

That is, there was still more than an hour before dinner, and Chen Cong swept past the drizzle and heavy cloud curtain stretched by the silk thread, thinking about where to pass the time now.

"Let's go to the teahouse and listen to a song." Chen Cong thought to himself.

Go out to drink tea, learn to be a chivalrous guest with a sword and not an umbrella on a rainy day.

Chen Cong walked into the continuous rain with one foot, pinned the folding fan and the sword, and took the little servant Agui and two guards out of the Chen mansion.

On a rainy day, go to Jinguan and go out to drink tea.

Jinguancheng is run by a river and is divided into the east and west of the city. There are many markets in the east of the city, and the west of the city is at the foot of Qingque Mountain, where there are many bookstores and wealthy families.

Chen's mansion is in the northernmost part of Jinguan City, next to Qingque Mountain. The river that runs through Jinguancheng starts from Longbei and flows through the entire Shuchuan, so it is called the Liuchuan River.

Chen Cong walked south, sheltering from the rain. There is a Shushan sword faction in Jinguan City, the rivers and lakes are heavy, and there are not a few people who carry swords on horses.

In the drizzle, Chen Cong crossed the Liuchuan River to the east of the city, and the hustle and bustle of fireworks with a little rain suddenly surged.

The world under the clouds and rain.

Chen Cong sat on a high horse, and saw a group of spectators on the side of the road, the two of them were fighting swords in the center of the circle, the thin swordsman's moves were a bit old, it was a trick on the rivers and lakes more than ten years ago, the fat swordsman was inexperienced and dwarfed, but fortunately, the reaction was fast enough, and he frequently made yin moves. The two of them were not very old, and the onlookers applauded.

Chen Cong stopped his horse and watched for a while, and felt that the thin swordsman was more victorious.

Chen Cong continued to walk, and there was a man on the north side of the road selling knives, claiming that this was an ancestral treasure knife, and any kind of shield could be easily cut, and the descendants were not filial, so they sold the ancestral relics. A younger man on the south side of the road was selling shields, claiming that no amount of sword could break his shield. The spectators started to coax the fire, saying that the other knife cut the other shield, and the two were busy with saber rattling, pretending not to hear the coaxing.

Chen Cong hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Passing by a very lively restaurant, two scholars were arguing about government politics in the lobby with red faces.

The tall man said that the northern Xiongnu had been unified, and it was a mistake for Prime Minister Wu Cheng to still adopt a gentle policy towards them, and then a low man stood up and retorted loudly, saying that the Xiongnu were unified two years ago, and there is still no change in the present, so Huairou is not wrong. Besides, when did Prime Minister Wu make a mistake? The tall man was anxious, then retorted, and the lower man said that the tall man was wrong......

Chen Cong watched their argument with great interest outside the restaurant, and the droplets sprayed into each other's faces.

Chen Cong felt that it was just spitting Xingzi and slightly insulting Sven.

Passing by a restaurant again, the storyteller was telling an old song, talking about the lingering scholar's fox fairy, kindness and love. Chen Cong snorted and sneered at this.

Chen Cong thought to himself, how could anyone like this kind of thing...

I arrived at a tea shop again, and the storyteller took a sip of tea and was ready to tell a story and talk about music.

Chen Cong dismounted, stopped a spectator, and asked him what kind of opera Mr. Storyteller was going to talk about.

The spectator scratched his head: "It is said to be a new play, and I want to talk about the six generations of Tianjiao in our Jinguan City." ”

Chen Cong became interested, and the six generations of three swords were the idols he had longed for since he was a child.

In the Tianjiao clan, the best Tianjiao children can become Tianjiao and inherit the Tianjiao name held by their ancestors.

Tianjiao Chen's name, three swords, its nearest Tianjiao, is the sixth generation of Tianjiao, the world respectfully called him the sixth generation of three swords.

Counting the generations, the six generations of Sanjian are still the grandfathers of Chen Cong's grandfather.

Chen Cong and the four of them entered the lobby, and the little maid Agui was going to go to the second floor to order a private room, but Chen Cong held him down.

Chen Cong ordered tea and snacks, and looked at Ah Gui with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to go to the private room, we might as well listen to what this gentleman is capable of in the lobby first." ”

The storyteller took a sip of tea, shook the folding fan beautifully, and took a startled shot, and the audience gradually quieted down.

The storyteller was not in a hurry to speak, first pointed to the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile to everyone in the lobby: "Although I want to talk about a new play this time, I am not talking about it, and I will tell the big guy what kind of history of barnyard officials." ”

"Everyone, look at this folding fan...", the storyteller showed the folding fan in his hand, and everyone could see that there was a green finch carved on the handle of the fan. The origin of this folding fan is not ordinary, it was given to the ancestors of the Xiang family by the three swords of the six generations..."

The front-runner can see that the blue finch is very finely carved and the wood is also first-class.

A front-row spectator stroked his beard: "Contemptible people are businessmen, and they have a little vision... Tianjiao Chen's folding fan handle really likes to carve green sparrows, and the folding fan in Mr.'s hand also looks like a year..."

The storyteller smiled: "The official doesn't have to question it, the prime minister will definitely not lie to you, this folding fan was given to the ancestors when the six generations of three swords and a single horse went north." Xiang Gong this time is going to tell the story of how the six generations of three swords entered the north field alone. ”

"The opera is absolutely wonderful, and I am here to boast about it."

"The title of the play is "Suiyi Hairpin".

Some of the spectators were still discussing whether the folding fan was true or false, and some were talking about the six generations and three swords that they had heard from their fathers, and the atmosphere in the audience was completely lively.

The children of Jinguan are proud of Tianjiao Chen, advocating heroic martyrs, advocating six generations of three swords, and describing countless operas about him...... But it is true that there are few dramas that write about the six generations of three swords and a single horse going north.

The storyteller slapped the shocking wood again to draw everyone's attention. Before I started, I asked one last question...... Ladies and gentlemen, do you know the difference between Tianjiao and Tianjiao's children? ”

The storyteller folded the fan and turned it casually, smiled in the direction pointed by the fan-handled green sparrow, and said, "This handsome boy who is laughing, bothering you to answer the question..."

Chen Cong, who was fingered by the Qingque fan, was stunned, both surprised that he happened to be selected, and surprised by the name of the play.

Suiyi hairpin...... It is a gift from his father to him, and it is indeed the hairpin of the six generations of three swords. The storyteller may really know something, so he chose the name of the play.

Ah Gui glanced at his young master's expression, and when he saw that he was pondering, he got up and prepared to help the young master answer.

Chen Cong reacted, pressed Agui, smiled slightly, and Shi Ran got up.

The people in the hall looked at the young man one after another, and the audience was silent for a while.

The official who had just stroked his beard and claimed to be a merchant snorted lightly and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Due to the distance, I can't see the fabric of the clothes clearly, but the embroidery on the white clothes this month is really top-notch, and it can be seen at a glance that it is not the clothes of ordinary people in the market.

Could it be that this young man is a princely family?

The merchant was incredible, and for a moment thought that something was wrong with his vision.

Chen Cong looked at the storyteller and said loudly: "The biggest difference between Tianjiao and Tianjiao's children is whether Tianjiao's vision has the authority of time. Tianjiao has four times of authority, which can make the vision of Tianjiao unleashed not afraid of time, more powerful, and long-lasting. And the vision of Tianjiao's children is only for a moment. Therefore, there is no child of Tianjiao who does not aspire to become Tianjiao and have the authority of time, just as there is no dragon who does not aspire to become a true dragon..."

"As for how to become Tianjiao, each Tianjiao clan has its own explanation. The four generations of the Yang family of Guanzhong Tianjiao said: 'Wind and moon night, warm and cold wine, Shen Fu is expected by the public, like a shadow wanton'. In the next, I think that the six generations of three swords are the best: 'The spirit is one, the heart is satisfied, the wine sword is flowery, and the bones are affectionate.' ’。 ”

Chen Cong took out the folding fan on his waist, and also learned to shake off the folding fan as beautifully as a storyteller. Peach blossom eyes smiled, looking around the audience.

The hall was silent at first, and then the spectators reacted and applauded in unison, and for a while only applause and praise were heard. Except for a few sharp-eyed people who saw that the handle of the folding fan in the young man's hand was also engraved with green sparrows, the vast majority of people were impressed by the young man's profound knowledge.

You must know that although ordinary people know Tianjiao and Tianjiao's vision, they are limited to knowledge and do not understand it thoroughly. Few people know so thoroughly.

And the storyteller in the hall looked at the green sparrow with the handle of the young man's fan, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

This can't be His Royal Highness the Prince who is still in the Western Regions, it can only be the second young master Cong's son or the third young master's son Lang's son...... It is rumored that Gongzi loves to laugh, and Lang Gongzi is calm... That must be Gongzi Cong.

After the storyteller figured it out, he was sweating in a hurry, and hurriedly wanted to step down to salute Chen Cong.

Chen Cong smiled and waved his hand at him, signaling that he didn't have to come over. He said goodbye to the spectators. Smiled and walked out of the tea shop.

"Ah Gui, go back and reward the storyteller, let him wait for the invitation to come to the Chen Mansion to talk about "Suiyi Hairpin".

"Find a few more old people and ask where this Xuanqing Temple is, and I will go to return the incense tomorrow."

"Suiyi hairpin ......"

Chen Cong thought a little dazedly, looking up at the sky, covered by the cloud curtain, thick and faint, deep and shallow, like a pair of ink paintings, and like a cold celadon bowl lid.

"I really want to be a celestial pride......"

Chen Cong exhaled turbidity, lowered his eyebrows, and lowered his head.

I don't know how to unite my mind and accept my wishes. Anyway, you can only throw stones and ask for directions, and you will only have gains and losses.

You must know that you can't see the sun in Jinguan City, and it's the same when you look up.

Chen Cong pursed his lips.

Let's go back to dinner.

Jinguan City Chronicles · Customs": Shuchuan has a lot of hookah clouds and mist, the children like wine and tea, often around the hearth in the teahouse restaurant, drive away the cold, and the chivalrous ones fight swords for martial arts; Those who discuss the government fight articles for the literary fight. There are many good operas and beautiful songs in the teahouse and wine shop, and the people in the market, the peddlers and pawns, all of whom are favorited, are a grand view.