Chapter Ninety-Eight: Entering the Royal Court with a Sword at the Waist (5)
"Waist sword, stun sword, equinox sword. β
Ma Youliang looked at the young man in the field and muttered softly.
There is a saying in ancient books,
Spring and March mid-air: stunning, vernal equinox, Qingming.
Vernal equinox, vernal equinox, as the name suggests,
Equinox spring, day and night are of equal length.
Ma Youliang looked up at the south and was a little distracted, in the past spring breeze season, the whole village men, women and children have gathered together to worship the ancestor Mu Enrong, kill pigs and sheep, read the sacrificial text, and offer three gifts.
bitter cold in Liangzhou,
After the three-rite ritual form on the table, the old village chief turned a blind eye, and most of the offerings went into the belly of the monkey in the village, adding some oil and water, and although the days in the village were more bitter in the past, it was quite interesting.
Now it's another year, and people have reached the vast Gobi,
Where is the scene of the grass growing and the warbler flying in March,
It is not an exaggeration to call it a step-by-step killing machine on this Gobi Desert.
"Since you can't pass the spring equinox, let's let the barbarians have a clear time. β
Xu Xian tore off the blood-stained strip of cloth on the hilt of the stunned sword and chuckled, and after returning to Beiliang City to match the stunning sword with a scabbard, the strip of cloth that originally wrapped the sword body was not lost.
After all, it was very likely that this strip of cloth was a relic left over from the last battle of the sword immortal Xu Jiu's life, and it was simply wrapped around the hilt of the sword.
What's more, when it was wrapped in this strip of cloth, the stunning sword that was as cold as water did not show half of its strangeness, and it was not an ordinary thing to think about, but now it is ready to wrap this equinox knife.
Even if the ferocity of this equinox knife has been broken, there is still a chill on the knife body, which may be related to the material of the knife itself, after all, it is made of meteorite iron outside the sky, and many characteristics are still unknown, but it is really inappropriate to wear it on the waist for a long time.
When the blood-stained cloth wrapped the blade, Xu Xian's fingertips slashed again, and sure enough, there was no biting chill, patted the blade, and Xu Xian smiled happily.
This is already dangerous and abnormal to enter the barbarian golden tent,
An extra magic weapon is a little more certain.
"On next year's Qingming Festival, if I have the opportunity, I would like to give the barbarian king a stick of incense. β
Ma Youliang grinned, very honest.
"I'll accompany you and burn him more paper money!"
Xu Xian wore a good sword, his fists collided, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
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Shangjing City,
The sky is dawning,
"My lord, are you going to eat Zhang's steamed buns today?"
"Anyway, have you sorted out the rules for the price fluctuations of the grain stores in the city?"
Qin Qingtang didn't answer, opened the curtain and asked, although the price of grain before the army set out for the expedition rose by a few percent, but the people in the city could still support it, but I don't know if the price of grain in the city has stabilized in the past two days.
Calling for Ren Zhi's entourage to serve beside Qin Qingtang, the old man's body has been getting thinner and thinner these days, and he is not a taste in his heart, everyone in the house knows that this Qin Prime Minister is a hard worker, from thirty years ago to the court as an official, step by step climbed to the current position, but many things are still done by himself.
"My lord, I have sent the documents from the house to sort it out, my lord just go to the bun shop and wait, someone will send it later, and it will not delay the work of the lord. β
Ren Zhi took out a thin blanket and covered it with Qin Qingtang, the old man's cold leg problem is also a few days, this spring equinox is much better than winter, but there is also cold in the morning.
"Let's go. β
Qin Qingtang lowered the curtain, and the sedan chair had already walked towards the street.
But Qin Qingtang in the sedan chair was still frowning, calculating the time, the Nanlu border army was almost at the border of Naliangzhou, and he had also explained to Chen Wenzhi in detail before leaving.
There is only one way to play this battle, and that is drag!
How long can it be delayed.
I know how powerful the Beiliang Iron Rider is, but as long as the Beidi butcher is dragged down, there is nothing to be done, so I worked hard to win the position of the main general for Chen Wenzhi, and I don't like anything else, this is what this old family can do!
I just hope that his king can make a living.
I also contacted many protΓ©gΓ©s to reduce the pressure on Chen Wenzhi from the court, but I don't know why the wind direction in the court has changed inexplicably in the past few days, and a group of old shoe sticks who are silent on weekdays began to toss, shouting for the army to quell the chaos as soon as possible.
"It's really hateful for a group of old horsemen who don't know anything about the military to make nonsense in the court now. β
Qin Qingtang let out a long sigh, quite upset.
"My lord, it's here. β
After half a cup of tea,
In front of Zhang Ji's bun shop, Ren Zhi opened the sedan curtain, and the rich fragrance was already lingering in his nose before he walked out.
"Let's go, let's go to the store and try it today. β
Qin Qingtang waved his hand to put these irritable emotions behind him, and walked towards the bun shop,
"Yo, Lord Qin is here, please come inside. β
The shopkeeper of the bun shop is a middle-aged man, who is listlessly fiddling with the abacus in the shop.
When Qin Qingtang got out of the sedan chair, he wiped his eyes in disbelief, got up quickly, and the smile on his face turned into a chrysanthemum.
Saying that this kind of snack food such as his own steamed bun shop abounds in the capital, and occasionally there are rogue scoundrels on the street who eat white food, and at the end of every month, he has to give the government officials a filial piety money, and he looks like a shopkeeper on the surface, but life is still tight.
But since the news that Lord Qin likes to eat his own steamed buns accidentally spread, the ruffians and hooligans can't avoid it, and the official officials of Changle Fang will send people to order dozens of fresh meat buns every morning, which is happy at the top and effective at the bottom.
"Lord Qin, the old rules?"
The shopkeeper diligently wiped the table with a brand-new white cloth, which was bought by the entourage next to the adult in the past, and rarely entered the store in person.
"Hmm. β
"Gotcha!"
Qin Qingtang nodded, and didn't say much, Ren Zhi next to him gave the shopkeeper a look, and the latter didn't bother when he saw it, and prepared the buns in a hurry.
"A basket of fresh meat packets, a bowl of soy milk, and two fritters!"
"My lord, if you eat and drink well, I won't bother you. β
The shopkeeper personally put down the food with the tray, and the twelve pleats of the xiaolongbao piled up in the turquoise bamboo cage looked very gratifying, and it seemed that the shopkeeper had also spent a lot of effort and prepared it early.
Put down the food and Zhang shopkeeper walked to the door of the store and hung a sign that was not open today, and the little people in the market also have their own way of making a living, now since the noble person looks bad, naturally no one will disturb the purity of the nobleman.
After hanging the sign, he took out a bench and sat down leisurely at the door, took out the abacus and tapped the income of the past few days, and his face fell again, the business is not good these years.
The reason is also saved, the imperial court is going to war, and the ups and downs of grain prices in the city are also expected, after all, the imperial court is currently fighting the Zhenbei Marquis who is sitting on 300,000 iron horsemen, and the people are in turmoil, but I don't know why it has risen so fast.
"His grandmother's, and he doesn't let people live. β
The shopkeeper snorted lightly and continued to make calculations, the people take food as the sky, and this grain and noodles are expensive, and they can't go out of the city and grab the roots and turf of those refugees in the past.