White Feather Huaisha

When the night moon was thin and the stars were sparse, there were many bonfires on the endless Saibei desert. A large group in the south was the Longzhou Army and Huben Army of the Great Zhou, a large group in the north was the new and old main forces of the Beiji Army, and a small group in the middle was the Great Monk Jian. There are a lot of stupid people in Fang, so the chicken grilling shed was built "as a last resort".

Jian Fang also doesn't know why Jian Zhao's going out with the national teacher to learn scriptures is always so smooth, and why the outside world is so dangerous to him.

He didn't go out for hundreds of years, but he just went out like this, and the result was either he couldn't leave the black shop, or he couldn't enter the house. In short, he was very aggrieved. It can be seen that the outside world is not suitable for the survival of great monks, only suitable for beautiful monks. Lecture.

So he listened to the Second Young Master and took his mother's mercy into consideration. He took the medicine first and then said that as long as he could clear the gate of the city, he didn't believe that he would not be able to enter the city.

The soldiers walked around, and occasionally heard the sound of sharpening knives coming from the shed, and the soldier licked his lips, "It sounds delicious."

Another said: "Isn't it sour?"

"The sour ones are so delicious, how delicious are the freshly made ones?"

"..." Jian Fang has good ears and heard everything. Holding a bowl of boiled water in the shed, he looked at the large bags of medicine bags that the second young master ordered the scholar and the old man to bring down from the horse, feeling a little uneasy about his conscience, "No Eat people's lives, right?"

The old man writes prescriptions like a phoenix and writes prescriptions like a scholar. Eighteen-year-old chicken man grinds medicine powder and stuffs it into the belly of the chicken. The finished grilled chicken is piled up into a hill, and the chicken feathers are flying all over the sky. In short, this simple black shop is flourishing. The second army outside the city will never admit defeat.

The second young master glanced at him slowly, apparently feeling annoyed by his repeated questions: "Didn't I tell you everything? My sister's medicine, once prepared, can also be given to soldiers."

Scholar Xiaolin didn't know what was wrong, after hearing this sentence, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Jian Fang always felt that it was inappropriate to take medicine indiscriminately, "Well, let's have the courage to ask, what is the disease of the young master's sister?"

The second son blew on the mouth-burning water, "Talk too much, you'll almost die."

Scholar Xiaolin wiped his sweat again, and explained: "I didn't sweat because of other things, but it was really hot. I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just saying....No, I mean it's hot, so I kept Sweating, it means nothing else. Talking too much doesn’t mean I’m guilty, just because I’m sweating, and sweating doesn’t necessarily mean I’m guilty... Forget it. I still have to make it clear that his sister wasn’t talking about me.”

Jian Fang ignored him, only feeling incredible, "Is talking too much a disease? Is there any medicine that can cure it?"

The second young master smiled, full of coquettishness and indifference, "Is it okay if the medicine is poured? It doesn't matter if you are asleep or dizzy, just lie down. So who, is the chicken ready? Hang it out for sale, clearly write the brand, clearly mark the price, five The text is the bottom line."

It seems that this young man's family is in business, and the scholar is probably a diner, and the two of them will settle accounts at a glance, and they will definitely not lose money like the great monk.

At that time, Jian Fang felt that the little stars in the sky were getting brighter, and he could wait for the city to go home, so he took his junior brother Jian Zhao to sit down, "Old benefactor, look at my junior brother who vomits when he hears chicken." Is there any help? It’s been several days since the little girl gave him flowers.”

Jian Zhao folded his palms together and said, "Amitabha."

The old man looked at Jian Zhao for a while, "He looks like this, don't talk about hearing chicken throwing up, what's wrong with him?"

The second son opened the curtain and went out, put on the hat again, and saw "so" Xiaolin was lying on the table writing a sign, and the price was very professional, "Twenty coins for a person from Beiji, ten coins for a person from Khotan, and a big one." Weekly people have five coins and one piece, which is supplied according to nationality."

The person who set the price was so eccentric, the Beiji people were happy, and even felt that the country was so powerful, they bought more than half of it in one go, and took several scooters to pull the chicken mountain away.

The people in Khotan all have solid eyes, only feel that the price has risen, and it will be ten times higher, so they come one by one to look at the price tag and say "pooh", "profiteer."

The people of Dazhou are not short of thoughtfulness, anyone who passes by will say "Pooh", "Who do you look down on, if I buy your chicken again, I will be a pig."

This day was the day when the main force of the Huben Army and the main force of the Longzhou Army joined forces for the second time in three days. After hearing the news, Xiaoshuai Yan of the Huben Army specially brought Marshal Li of the Longzhou Army over with a knife, intending to "pooh" a big one , but stopped a dozen steps away, bowed her head obediently, and Yanyan called: "Second brother."

Unlike Yan Yan, Li Tan also had Xie Luan who called him brother and relative, so he wasn't sure what to call him now, so he called him: "...Second Brother."

"Second brother" leaned against the piles of chicken paper bags, heard the sound for a while, then raised a slender hand, raised the bamboo hat slightly, saw the two of them, and moved his fingers, "Sleep well tonight. "

Li Tan and Yan Yan asked in unison, respectfully: "Dare to ask Second Brother, how much sleep did you have?"

The second son seemed to be falling asleep, and he didn't speak any more, obviously he thought they were stupid.

Scholar Xiao Lin replied for him: "It's fine if you can't tell whether it's sleeping or dead. Don't overdo it."

Yanyan let out a "hey" and asked again, "It's not too much to die, what can you say, second sister-in-law?" Li Tan dragged her away with a knife, and rebuked as she dragged: "You are heartless! How about you?"

Yanyan retorted: "That's not what Xie Xiaofeng said, are you fighting with the crown prince?"

... Why are the children nowadays so weak one or two?

Li Tan was so disgusted that he let go of his hand, and with a "snap", Yanyan fell face down on her head.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and there was a dead silence outside the city gate of Khotan. The soldiers guarding the city dozed off against the gate. Suddenly, they saw a wooden strip inserted under the crack of the city gate several feet thick, with a stained sheet hanging on it. On the oil-stained paper, there was a big letter written on it: "I am Jian Fang of Mahayana Temple. Children and elders are innocent, and the impostor will not be able to eat chicken in his next life."

... This is really Jian Fang's style.

The soldiers called the leader, the leader called the general, and the general called the king. Several big men waited inside the city gate with their buttocks pouted, passing notes to the great monk outside the city.

The Khotan people are not timid, they really don't like fighting.There are only a few springs and summers in a person's life. Isn't it good to sing, dance, drink, and eat meat? Why do we have to fight?

So the more they passed the note, the more their hands trembled with excitement. Finally, a few of them climbed up the city wall with their waists bent, and quietly looked down the city while holding the gate.

There were a few bonfires three miles away from the city, and the nearest open space was deserted, only a small group of people somehow managed to reach the base of the city wall. The two bald heads at the head were shining brightly, one of them seemed particularly beautiful, and the other One was extra... big.

The king excitedly said: "Quietly open the small door of the tunnel! Let the great monk of the widow come in first!" He swallowed again, "...My dear brother, is that okay?"

Xie Huai was noncommittal, his face was colder than that of a long sword, his eyes seemed to be watching the dark bonfires below the city, but he didn't seem to be.

Although he hadn't seen Emperor Zhou's good face a few times, it might be because of his unruly appearance. The old king always thought that Xie Huai had a good temper. After all, there is no such thing as a bad-tempered dude.But over the past few days, the king gave three catty winks out of thin air, feeling that if he said one more word, the emperor who turned his face like a book would throw his hands away and let Khotan be trampled flat.

He said with his tail between his legs, "Open the door, open the door." The Khotan guards went to open the small tunnel door with their tails between their legs.

Such things as authenticity are commonplace for small countries in the Western Regions. After all, the kings are all happy to ignore politics and do all kinds of ridiculous things. For example, when the old king of Khotan was young, he secretly took the queen and Jialan to travel around the mountains several times. play with water.Queen Yacar is obsessed with gemstones, and she always absconds with money to buy beautiful stones several times a year.King Qiuci also often felt that he didn't have enough money-then slipped out of the tunnel and went to the gambling houses in Dazhou or Beiji to make a fortune.

Jian Fang has always known that there are tunnels in Khotan, but the tunnels are full of traps, and they have never been able to reach the bottom of the city wall, so he didn't think about it at all.Therefore, basically Jian Fang is more grateful to the second son who is full of nonsense, and is planning to make up for his sister's illness.

As a result, the great monk entered the city with his junior brother and the second son and Xiao Lin and Lao Lin on his front feet, his back stiffened, and he heard the orderly and dull sound of marching behind him—from the direction of the Great Zhou Daying.

Second Young Master opened the folding fan and said "tsk" to Xiao Lin: "They are pretty fast."

... This Second Young Master is really not a thing!

Jian Fang was about to lift the second son's collar and spray him with spittle and scold "You ass", when he saw the king rubbed his eyes, he might feel a little familiar, and asked half-joyedly: "May I ask who this lord is? "

The second son casually took off his bamboo hat, shook his folding fan, and stood gracefully under the city of thousands of troops.Xiao Lin took his bamboo hat with a wink, and then took off his hat in a very Western style and saluted, "Our prince's surname is Xie, and his title is 'Heng'."

The king was stunned for a moment, then suddenly wiped his face, rushed forward without thinking, and hugged His Royal Highness Prince Heng, almost crying when he heard the sound, he almost hung himself on Xie Jiang's neck, "Da Sima ! The widow’s virtuous younger brother to the widow’s great Sima! You can count yourself here—”

Lin Chuanluo's cold sweat came down all of a sudden, which was very bad for the old king.

Sure enough, Xie Jiang let the old king hug him for a few words, and then burned out his patience. He waved his folding fan and slapped the old king's face. The force was not heavy, but not light, just right. He let go of the person in a daze, and took two steps back, "..."

Xie Jiang smiled like a spring breeze, "Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you. Where is my brother?"

The author has something to say:

Queen Yacar, the former Avalokitesvara with a thousand hands, and now Venus with a broken arm, on behalf of herself, I would like to say Merry Christmas to everyone!I want to eat dumplings, Chumi!