Chapter 202 202: Xiaocheng chaos (forty-two) [ask for a monthly ticket]
Although it is possible to borrow a knife to kill someone, it would be dangerous to raise a tiger. After much deliberation, Yan An decided to keep a backup. He visited his old friend overnight, but the old friend's book boy said that he had gone out.
Yan An asked, "Where did he go? When will he return?"
The book boy faltered and said: "The flower boat in the meander."
Yan An knew where it was as soon as he heard it.
Ask Qing's old friend which flower boat he patronizes, and he immediately asks the driver to divert to Hequli. Hequli is the most bustling and bustling place in the capital. Even if the moon is in the sky, it is still full of tourists.
The lights are brightly lit, just like daytime.
Whether you are a literati or a knight-errant, you like to linger here, and countless romantic stories about foolish men and women have been born.
Yan'an rarely haunts such places.
But his old friend is a regular here.
As soon as he boarded the flower boat, a servant who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward to greet him and asked with a smile, "Is this the banquet man?"
Yan An said: "My surname is indeed Yan."
The little servant was overjoyed, smiled attentively, and turned around to lead the way: "Then it must be you, sir! You come with me..."
Yan An asked: "Someone asked you to wait for me here?"
I already have a candidate in mind.
"Yeah, I've been waiting here for more than half an hour!" The wind of this season is not friendly, and the boy's clothes are not too thick. At this moment, his hands are red from the cold, and it seems that he has touched a large piece of ice. Bing Tuo Zi, he added with a smile, "I'm looking forward to you."
Yan An already guessed in her heart who was waiting for her.
Go to a private room on the third floor of the flower boat.
The servant respectfully pushed open the hollowed-out flower door, and the hot air with a strong aroma of rouge came blowing into the room. Yan An felt relieved and secretly said that his old friend's preferences were the same as before, and he changed into the wooden clogs handed over by the maid. Bypassing the screen, the sound of silk and bamboo can penetrate clearly into his ears.
Inside the private room—
The young man with only a moon-white underwear left covered his eyes with a woman's champagne, playing a game with several people.
As soon as Yan An came in, he happened to be hugged by the young man. The chill from Yan'an's clothes hadn't dissipated completely, the young man knew something was wrong as soon as he touched it, and raised his hand to grab the handkerchief off. Seeing Yan An's face clearly, his interest faded: "Ah, why is it Xingning?"
Yan An calmly opened his hand.
"Sounds lost?"
The young man threw the veil into his arms, and said with a sneer, "You are good-looking, but you have to be self-aware. How can you, a smelly big man, please any girl present? Besides, everything is published Three Treasures Hall. You are here to seek my bad luck, why don’t you let me say something? It doesn’t make sense!”
Yan An was disgusted by the youth, he was neither angry nor annoyed, he still laughed. The young man secretly rolled his eyes, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them back on one by one. It's just that it hasn't been tidied up much, and it looks very unscrupulous. Yan An glanced at the gambling equipment scattered on the ground, and said, "Long time no see, do you want to talk about two rounds?"
The young man raised his hand and rejected his invitation.
"No, no, no, I have to talk to you for two rounds. I have to take off my clothes and jump down the Quhe River to swim back. It's very cold, and it may cost half my life."
Youth has two preferences.
One is to look at beauties, and the other is to fight cards with people.
If the buff is superimposed, playing cards with beauties can reap double happiness. Other people come to the flower boats in the meander to have fun, and if they are enjoying themselves, it is normal for them to stay away for three to five days. The young people came here to fight cards, with all kinds of chips.
One time I directly lost and went home naked.
It is really shameful to say shameful.
It’s just that the person concerned didn’t take it seriously, and it’s hard for me as a friend to say anything. Anyway, it’s not his face that’s lost.
Yan An laughed and said: "You also know that your gambling luck is extremely bad? Then you still enjoy gambling?"
Someone's gambling luck can't be described as bad, because there is no word "win" in his gambling game!
It means that everyone can win him, "every bet must lose". If you don't stop in time, you will definitely lose the calf.
"Because I know that, I never gamble with money, let alone my life." The young man waved his hand, and Le Ji and Dancer Fu in the private room stepped back, leaving only the young man and Yan An at last. Seriously, "I know what you're here for."
Yan An asked: "You know?"
The young man said with a smile: "What happened in today's court meeting has already been spread. What else can you come for at this time? Originally, I planned to pack up and leave overnight, but after thinking about it, I stayed. Don't think too much, it's not that I changed my mind." ..."
Worried that Yan An might misunderstand, the young man simply opened his mouth.
"It is impossible for me to give Zheng Qiao half a point of help."
Yan An sighed: "But junior brother..."
"He is no longer your junior brother!" The young man didn't carry the burden of reporting and leave overnight because of the safety of the banquet. He didn't want to hear the news that Zheng Qiao tortured and killed his fellow senior brother one day, "Xingning, I want to make friends with you in the past, I advise you Abandon him. None of the things he did was 'excusable'! This man's crimes are too numerous to write down!"
The young man couldn't bear to see Yan An's expression depressed, but he continued to speak cruelly. He mentioned the names of more than thirty people in a row, each of them had a name and surname, and the only thing in common was that they died at the hands of Zheng Qiao. Among them, there were many families who were killed.
The young man said: "Since ancient times, there has been no tyrant who can last long. Zheng Qiao will surely die without a place to bury him. Xingning, if you help him at this time, you will harm more innocent people. You have the heart to honor the famous people all your life. Ruined by Zheng Qiao?"
The "Yan Mingshi" in the mouth of the youth refers to the father of Yan An.
Yan An said: "But my father didn't let him go before he died..."
When the young people heard this, they knew that they could not be persuaded.
He said: "In that case, that's all, I can't talk to you—in the future, you should be careful around Zheng Qiao and don't fight against him. He is devoid of humanity and is no longer what he used to be. He still has some friendship with you as a senior brother." , hard to say!"
The air in the private room is quiet.
The only thing left is the crackling and popping sound of burning candles.
Yan An didn't give up, and asked again: "Can't you help me?"
Not affiliated with Zheng Qiao, just helping him, okay?
The young man shook his head: "It's the same, we will definitely lose."
Yan An completely gave up.
However, some things can still be discussed, such as the current situation in the northwest of the mainland. Zheng Qiao made some coquettish maneuvers, and his good hand was messed up. It took Yan An a lot of time to sort it out. The deeper the understanding, the more I understand that Zheng Qiao has reached the cliff at this time.
Just one step, and it will be beyond redemption.
However, Yan An still wanted to take a gamble.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wryly.
He always advises young people not to indulge in this way, but he does not think that he is the biggest gambler, and he is still a gamble with little chance of winning.
The young man also put forward a few suggestions, but they coincided with the young man's idea—the army was dangerous, and the rebel army headed by King Zhu was dealt with first, and then turned around to deal with the ambitious separatist forces.
As for Beimo and Shiwu...don't take it lightly!
The threat of the two is ten times greater than that of King Xi's rebels!
I don't know if Zheng Qiao's brain was kicked by a donkey, and he would actually make such a bad move, colluding with these two ghosts!
Yan An had to keep silent! If Zheng Qiao wasn't his junior brother, he would scold him too.
It’s boring to just curse and not drink!
The young man clapped his hands to signal to the flower boat boy to bring new drinks. We haven't seen each other for many years, why don't we have a few drinks?
After today, I don't know if there will be a day of goodbye in this life.
Yan An watched the young man drink one cup after another of sake, and suddenly remembered certain details, and asked with concern: "You just said that you were going to leave overnight, but do you have a place to go?"
Youth: "Not yet, look around."
Yan An secretly sighed.
If Zheng Qiao hadn't become what he is today, or if Xin Guo had been conquered and governed with peace of mind, old friends might not have stayed.
It's useless to say anything now.
The young man said again: "I'm going to visit Sibao County."
Yan An said: "Sibao County?"
Yan An shook her head: "The chances of winning are too small."
Zheng Qiao still has the land, soldiers and horses, and a complete team. If he can wake up and correct himself, it will be easy to gain a foothold in the northwest of the mainland. On the other hand, those forces are short-lived. Old friends bet on these people, fearing that they will lose everything.
Youth said: "You have to try."
Yan An: "...Who said just now that you can't gamble with your life?"
The young man said confidently: "Once I make a bet, I will win!"
Yan An didn't know where his confidence came from.
If he can win, who was the one who went home naked?
The young man saw the suspicion on Yan An's face from the corner of his eye, and he felt a little guilty—well, he admitted that he was stubborn, and he said it with confidence, but in fact he didn't know what to do. But is it his fault? It is obviously the fault of the way of scribes!
Which of the scribes of others is not honest?
However, his scribe's way is "every bet must be lost"!
Yes, read that right.
His scribe way is to lose every bet.
Let a person who regards "gambling" as a great hobby in life acquire the scribe's way of "every bet must lose", and the young man feels the greatest malice that fate exerts on him. However, there is no truly useless way of scribes in this world, and there is always a loss in everything.
The young man looked down at the Wenxin monogram that he randomly threw on the ground, and there seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging in the depths of his eyes...
Every bet must be lost?
Conversely, soon you will win every bet.
The two of them pushed the cups and changed the cups and drank to their heart's content.
When the sky was getting light, Yan An woke up from the hangover with a headache that was about to burst, and found that the old friend had left, leaving only a thick letter. He took a closer look and chuckled.
Although the old friend did not agree to help him, the letter left behind has already written down what Zheng Qiao can use, what cannot be used, what can be trusted, what cannot be trusted... and even personal taboos.
These contents cannot be obtained with "will".
This proves—
Old friends have seriously considered Zheng Qiao.
It's a pity that Zheng Qiao really let him down, everything after taking over the Kingdom of Xin was trampled on the human minefield!
It is impossible for the young man to put the only bet on Zheng Qiao, let alone entrust his life, but after all, it is a lot of energy and effort, and it is just right to leave it to Yan'an.
The young people, with their burdens and bookboys, left this land in the morning mist and headed for Sibao County—this storm that has been accumulating power for a long time has reached a critical point! Almost stepping forward and backward, many people who heard the news also tacitly set foot on the same road.
Shen Tang, who was in the vortex, didn't feel anything.
She slept till dawn.
Chu Yao outside the house knocked on the door twice before waking her up.
With messy hair, Shen Tang squinted his eyes half-closed, pouring cold water on his face. Under the stimulation of cold water, the residual drowsiness dissipated. The hair was tied two or three times, but the ponytail was still crooked.
"Forget it—don't compete with yourself."
The longer you comb, the more hair will fall.
Chu Yao couldn't stand it anymore and gave his hand.
"Goro is still out of spirit?"
Shen Tang yawned: "Not enough sleep..."
If the dark blue under the eyes is darker, it can pretend to be a giant panda.
She said: "Last night, Wen Qi was exhausted, and the recovery was super slow. I also had a nightmare all night. I kept running away in my dream, and more and more zombies gathered to chase me. I was desperate, running and running. , I woke up feeling like my legs were going to be useless..."
Chu Yao opened the warm food.
The porridge is fragrant, and there are several appetizers.
He was puzzled and asked, "Zombies?"
"Zombies are the living dead. The body is dead, but it can move. It likes to chase the breath and **** smell of the living." Shen Tang picked up the porridge and took a big sip. Her empty stomach was perfectly soothed, and she felt that she was alive." It looks ugly!"
This dream is simply inexplicable.
In the dream, there were not only zombies chasing her, but also those flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, and swimming in the water. Shen Tang relied on waves of extreme maneuvers and tenacious perseverance to avoid being caught by them. It was exhausting at the end—
Shen Tang said: "...I jumped into a coffin."
Chu Yao: "Coffin? What kind of coffin?"
Perhaps because of his literati way, Chu Yao is very interested in weird dreams, and he can also listen to Shen Tang's nonsensical nightmares with relish, expressing his opinions or questions from time to time. Qishan just wanted to roll his eyes when he heard it.
Shen Tang stopped cooking.
She recalled carefully: "A wooden coffin."
As for what kind of wooden coffin it is, I have no impression.
She jumped into the coffin, and the nightmare was over.
Qi Shan tried to join the group chat: "It must be a bad omen."
Chu Yao gave him a white look.
"What did Hun say in the early morning? He obviously made a fortune by seeing the coffin!"
Even if it is a big disaster, it should be good luck when it comes to Goro!
Pray for goodness: "..."
Failed to join the group chat.
Before he knew it, Shen Tang added seven or eight bowls of porridge.
The wooden barrel for rice porridge has bottomed out.
She licked off the rice grains around her mouth and asked, "Is there any more?"
Chu Yao: "North Korean food should not be too full."
Shen Tang touched his stomach: "I'm not full, at most five points."
As soon as the words came out—
Qi Shan said: "This is already your daily maximum appetite."
A whole bucket of porridge!
Qishan wanted to slander Chu Yao that he was feeding pigs.
Still not enough to eat?
Shen Tang: "But—I'm really still hungry."
The East Kitchen of the Sheriff’s Mansion is full of people all day long, Chu Yao got up and said, "I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there is anything to eat."
It’s not a big deal to add more if you’re not full!
When I came back, there was another big bucket of rice porridge.
Chu Yao was afraid that she would not eat enough, so he brought two more plates of pastries.
Pray for goodness: "..."
Shen Tang put his head down and worked hard, and it didn't take long for him to eat all of it.
"Huh—" she said suddenly, "It's weird."
Qi Shan cared: "Oh, are you finally full?"
"No, the literary spirit has recovered, and it's much more."
It took a nap to recover 40%, and after eating two buckets of rice and two plates of pastries, my literary spirit recovered to 10%. Although the sum is only 50%, the overall figure is more than before.
(end of this chapter)