Chapter 33 White Dragon Fish Clothing

Luo Yunsheng's original intention was to ask Tian Meng to escort Yang Mingkong to Chang'an, but Yang Mingkong refused.

Although Tian Meng, a great man, is by his master all day long, his master's humor is so funny that he can't learn anything about this guy, and he is still honest and vulgar, which is really disgusting.

Moreover, Tian Meng's personality is too straightforward, so he may not cause trouble for himself.

Anyway, now that the Holy Lord is in the dynasty, the whole of Guanzhong is in a state of simple folk customs and no relic. Yang Mingkong wants to take this opportunity to travel around and enjoy the charm of Guanzhong well.

Outside Luojia Village, under a crooked tree.

At this time, the two car owners were sitting opposite each other in the car with hats and gray neck scarves around their necks.

There were beef and some beef and mutton on the seat. One of the middle-aged men with goatee wiped the sweat from their foreheads and drove away the mosquitoes and flies that were trying to get rid of. They were confused and were silently ecstatic. From time to time, they picked up the wine pot directly. The man who drank the drink asked: "The saint is in the palace and always said to meet Luojiazhuang, a famous Chang'an, and said that something might have happened in Guanzhong. Why did you say nothing after you got here?"

Although the man drinking only wore a simple brown riding uniform, he could not hide his heroic posture.

The short beard is as dark as ink, and the sword eyebrows are as sharp as a peak.

Especially the pair of tiger eyes, although they act like sleeping, they always give people a sense of looking down on the world, making people feel unconsciously afraid when they look at it.

The goatee-bearded man's question sounded in his ears, and the drinking man came back to his senses and restrained his momentum. While looking at the pedestrians in Luojiazhuang, he spoke, "When I was young, I had more than a dozen good bows. I thought they had followed me for many years and killed countless enemies. It should be considered a rare treasure in the world. But a few days ago, they watched Liu Dajiang in the palace, but they told me that they were not good bows and advised me to give them to the inner palace to chop firewood."

The goatee-bearded man had been with the saint for a long time, so he naturally knew the way of supporting the actor and immediately had a solemn expression; "Why is this?"

The man drinking was not someone else, but Li Shimin, the current saint in the white dragon fish suit. Seeing the men asking each other, he smiled a little and explained: "At first, I was also confused, so I asked him why.

Then Liu Dajiang told me, Your Majesty, let’s see if the wooden heart of the bow is bent?

Is the texture incorrect?

If the bow and arrow are shot out like this, even if the bow is strong, the arrows shot out will not be straight.

Your Majesty uses his battlefield to kill enemies, all because of His Majesty’s courage and no one in the world can stop him.”

The goatee seemed to have reminisced about the past that had been covered with dust for a long time. In fact, he was thinking to himself that even a craftsman in the palace could flatter and flatter. Could it be that the official would be unemployed?

Now he immediately robbed the white man and said, "Although it is peaceful, I often recall the days when I fought with Your Majesty in the world. Now, I think about it, Your Majesty's bravery is indeed rare in history books, and even if King Xiang is alive, it is just like this."

Li Shimin's expression became more and more lazy. Recently, this kind of nonsense was becoming more and more unnutrition, making him feel more and more importantly, with Wei Zheng around him.

He ignored the goatee's flattery, but continued, "From then on, I have thought that the familiar things I hold in my palm every day cannot tell the difference, let alone other new things in the world.

Luojiazhuang has been in a short time, but it has already had a great influence. All the women in Guanzhong are lucky to have husbands who can afford the snow towels produced in Luojiazhuang. There are thousands of people in Guanzhong who take this as a career. Should I be more careful about my words? Will the words I say will benefit the people?

Is it harmful?”

The goatee man heard this and felt that the saint was proficient in political affairs and was well aware of the principle of governing a big country as if he was cooking a young man. However, there was no joy between his eyebrows. It was probably because the monarch was too outstanding that he seemed incompetent.

He is not as good as Wei Zheng, and always picks out bones from chicken feathers. He is not as good as Fang Qiao's ability to govern the country. After holding it in for a long time, he is not as good as Du Ruhui's dead ghost. He can only find a breakthrough in his job and said loudly: "As a daily man, I will be engraved in history books. If your Majesty says half of the words and deeds are not in line with the laws of heaven, it will not only be the gains and losses of the people today, but also damage your Majesty's reputation and virtue in a thousand years."

After saying this, the goatee recalled his previous style. He was not as angry as Wei Zheng, but also played a role in persuasion. The most important thing is that he had three parts to flatter.

Well, I have deeply grasped the essence of Qiao Xuan.

Li Shimin glanced at the goatee's man with a slight look, thinking to himself: "You really dare to be so straightforward. I will definitely let you return to your hometown to herd cattle. Is it not enough to have Wei Zheng?"

But he talked in a lot of slutty words, "With a wise minister like you, why worry about my prosperity in the future? After returning to the palace, go to the inner palace to receive the reward."

"I thank the saint for the grace."

The goatee wanted to speak, but Li Shimin said, "Let's live, someone is here."

The goatee looked at it intently and saw a handsome young man carrying a small bag, walking outside with a lot of worries. It was obvious that the route should be from Chang'an.

Li Shimin was lying in Luojiazhuang and saw that most of the women entering and leaving the village were women. The two of them were men, so it was naturally inconvenient to ask questions. Now that a man is traveling, he will naturally not let him go.

He threw a whip flower and whipped the old cow with grievance, "I have been a mascot for so long, and I have not made any mistakes. Why are you trying to whip me?"

Li Shimin shook his whip and shouted, "You guy, are you on the way?"

Well, it’s from Zhenglun Car Business. What if you are a scholar, how about giving you a cheaper one?”

The boy looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him, with a look of vigilance on his face and said seriously: "The master often said that there are thousands of roads in Guanzhong, and the first is safety.

I feel good about drunk driving, but my relatives are crying.

I have two feet, please take care of myself.”

The goatee-bearded man had his eyebrows locked, and he was about to come and scold him, thinking: "The saint has a life, so how can you refuse if you want to refuse.

It’s really a pickled household in a small place, I don’t know the sky is high and the earth is thick.”

Li Shimin glanced at the goatee's old man and signaled him not to say more. He turned to look at Yang Mingkong again. This time he changed his tone of pleading, "The husband's mentor must be an unborn master, otherwise how could he say such an interesting truth?

But just as the husband said, we are going back to Chang'an, and we can't drive the cart after drinking. I wonder if the husband can help us drive the ox cart to Chang'an for us. Not only do we don't want your money, but we give you ten Tongbao?"

Yang Mingkong first heard the other party praise his mentor, and his vigilance suddenly decreased a lot. I thought that Uncle Tian must have screened those who lived on Luojiazhuang long ago. There would be no bad guys. He pulled the ox cart into Chang'an and studied while rushing the cart. Isn't that just the allusion of Li Mi riding a ox and hanging his horns?

It’s not because of money!

After touching the cash-strapped money bag in his pocket, Yang Mingkong regretted that he had not taken the money.

At this moment, Yang Mingkong turned his eyes and showed hesitation. "Catching a car is very different from riding a car. Not only does it cost me to consume physical energy, I even have to be limited in my energy to study. What should I lose in this?"

The middle-aged man with a goatee and his beard flew up, but Li Shimin felt that the boy in front of him was quite interesting and said with a smile: "There are some steamed buns and minced meat on the ox cart, so the man can take it by himself.

Don’t think too much about your husband. We are just some vulgar coachmen who want to share your husband’s eloquence.”

"good!"

Yang Mingkong touched the short dagger on his waist and thought that if these two drunk men dared to do anything to him, he would definitely stab one person to death and hurt one person in a short time. Don't worry about getting in the car.

He threw a whip flower and left with dust.

A group of Baiqisi guards lurking in the grass around him were wearing gray-yellow robes and a simple straw hat on their heads. They stood up with an awkward look on their faces, and their thoughts were complicated in their hearts.

"Sage, what did you sing?"

"You are driving the ox cart away, what should we do?"

"Do you measure it back with your feet?"

Finally, everyone discussed and ran to Gongsun Riye's imperial house to borrow a few horses. When they came back, they found that the group had already left and disappeared without a trace.

But it was said that Goatee and Li Shimin both regretted it.

They had drunk alcohol and their body reaction was not so sensitive. The king and his ministers went to understand the situation in Luojiazhuang, and the other was to find an opportunity to hide out and drink.

Otherwise, let alone drinking in the palace or playing with birds in the palace, you may be caught by Wei Zheng and then speak out loud.

But the boy in front of me looked so silly and weak, so why did he catch the carriage? It was so wild?

The key is that he doesn't know how he did it. He held the book "Mao Shi" in one hand and a whip in the other hand, with a focused expression and can also draw the key position of the cow, making the cow run wildly and with precise lines.

Fortunately, this ox cart is the royal royal car used by the royal family and is a luxury car used in the sacrificial ceremony every year, otherwise it would have fallen apart long ago.

The small gou and small canal do not hide, the stones and soil do not avoid, and the feeling of being completely rushing and lightning.

Goathu could chat with Li Shimin at first, "How did you know he could catch a car?"

Later, I simply lay on the shaft of the car and vomited, feeling extremely regretful, "Oh my god, why is this?"

I, Du Zhenglun, was a scholar, but I actually fell into a ox cart and vomited. Is this the rhythm of being ridiculed by the people of the world?"

Yang Mingkong was so smart. Perhaps he had mistakenly thought that the two were real coachmen before. When he saw Du Zhenglun vomiting, his hands climbing on the shaft were fair and callous, he knew that this person should be an official of the court or a gentry.

Another middle-aged uncle who deceived him into getting on the car was magnificent and powerful. This kind of aura was never seen before as a high-ranking official and nobleman who came to the mansion to be a guest.

At this time, Du Zhenglun's mood was quite complicated, and he even disliked the students in front of him. If he were the examiner, he would definitely not have let the scholar become an official. In fact, when he was waving the carriage, he exuded a strong smell of poultry feces all over his body. Maybe because he wanted to cover up this odor and sprinkled spices, which made the smell even worse.

Think about the elegant and decent officials in the hall, how can everyone work if they get into such a young junior?

Especially young people have to run around and make some groceries, will they spray feces all over the hall?

Li Shimin and Du Zhenglun were different. He felt that this young man was able to drive a car to Chang'an but could not put it down. He must be a person with a firm mind and a long-sighted look. The calluses in his hands and the smell of feces on his body made him find the feeling of hiding in a horse shed in the army and snuggling on his war horse to warm up and study. At that time, he also had a smell of horse feces on his body.

I think this is a young man from a poor background but is striving for progress.

At the resting stall, Li Shimin was too lazy to take care of Du Zhenglun, who was almost out of control of his emotions, turned to curious and said, "You young scholars, you young scholars always need to be famous all over the world to become officials. You might as well give me a poem. In the future, when I meet scholars on a bus, I will read it to them and attach your name. You will become well-known over time."

Yang Mingkong thought, this uncle was like his stupid and cute junior brother. He had wanted to print his poems on the snow towel before, so that all the women in Guanzhong used Luo Ji's snow towel. Guanzhong naturally knew his poems and became famous all over the world.

This uncle's approach is similar. As long as there are scholars taking a bus, some people will listen to poetry.

But are you really ordinary coachmen?

After hesitating for a while, Yang Mingkong finally refused and said: "Whether you can become famous depends on your luck in your younger generations.

The younger generation has nothing to do, but they are not worthy of the love of the seniors.”

As he said that, he glanced at the ivory guardrail rolling into the car from Du Zhenglun's arms.

Seeing Du Zhenglun ruining his good deeds, Li Shimin smiled embarrassedly, "Since you see through it, and don't say it out loud, I can't let you, the younger generation, drive a car in vain. You say I remember it. If the poem is good, you will definitely call you Yang Ming Chang'an."

Yang Mingkong bowed and said, "Since I visited Luojiazhuang on my private server, I must want to know my master.

As for what I am a little disciple, it doesn’t matter. I’ll give you a poem to my senior family teacher like this to make up for your regret that you have never met your family teacher.”

"Oh, how can you write poetry?"

Li Shimin said in surprise, “The iron tree is blooming?

The bull gave birth?

Luo Tiechui's son can write poems too?"

While surprised, Yang Mingkong was listening to his ups and downs and stressed: "Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring."

When Li Shimin heard this, he sat upright and made a statement of enjoyment.

Good poem!
Chapter completed!