Yang Kang, learn from Guo Jing

After another night of tossing and turning, Shen Xingqiu rolled up the thin quilt and pushed his head into the pillow. The unique aroma of buckwheat came out from the cotton cloth and lingered in the tip of his nose, but this time it didn't make anyone fall asleep peacefully.

Shen Xingqiu simply put on his clothes and got out of bed, and walked slowly into the courtyard under the soft moonlight.There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, the pavilion is like a cover.It is said that when the young prince was born, the housekeeper of the palace planted it with his own hands. From winter to spring, the servants in Prince Zhao's mansion have formed the habit of not buying loquats outside the mansion.

Shen Xingqiu raised his hand to pick a half-ripe fruit, peeled off the thin apricot-yellow skin, and the sweet and sour juice slipped into his throat, sour and sweet.It's just that for some reason, other fruits are getting more and more ripe when the season comes, but this tree is getting less and less ripe.The little boy in charge of picking loquats came two or three times, and returned empty-handed each time.The gaze she looked at Shen Xingqiu became even more strange.

A trace of green smoke swam in the moonlight, I don't know who's industrious, and the stove was lit in the middle of the night.Shen Xingqiu followed the direction in which the smoke came, and his luck surged. His internal skills were sloppy, but the lightness skills used to escape on the road had already realized the doorway.

Over the high eaves and ridges, through the carved beams and treetops.Shen Xingqiu had never known that behind the magnificent palace, there was such a clear river, which came from the west, deftly circled a half-arc away from the palace, and then went east.The thin moonlight reflected flickering fragments on the water surface, but the bold drinker on the shore had no time to take care of the tender moonlight.He swallowed the spicy liquor with a handful of cold fruits in his bosom.

Shen Xingqiu skimmed up to the tree far away from him, and before he had time to look at the blinding leaves in front of him, a deep voice came, "Who is hiding in the tree?"

Shen Xingqiu was taken aback, he didn't expect to be discovered so soon, is it because his lightness kung fu is too bad?Or is the opponent's skill too high?Now that the hiding place has been seen through, it is unreasonable not to show up.He jumped off the treetop and walked to the river in secret.

The drinker was a middle-aged man with a square face and a short beard, wearing a tattered linen shirt, holding a big red wine gourd in his hand.He glanced at Shen Xingqiu and said, "So it's a kid, why are you running around so late at night?"

Shen Xingqiu looked at the golden loquat in his arms with a strange expression, and said, "This junior also wanted to ask, why did senior stay up so late and pick loquats in other people's yards?"

The middle-aged man paused as he poured the wine into his mouth, then turned his head and said coldly: "Is this your loquat?"

Shen Xingqiu saw that his complexion was different, and hurriedly said: "It's not from my house, it's from the yard of my current residence. In the past two days, children have come to pick loquats frequently, but I haven't seen a single loquat that is fully ripe. I just suspected it was me. This guest has no eyesight, so he ate everything that was cooked."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man put down the wine gourd in his hand, his expression undiminished, "This Zhao Wang's mansion is very capable, even if you throw a few fruits, someone will find it. I only know that there is a loquat sleeping in the courtyard." The little pig that loves to snore, unexpectedly lived with a little beast that was playing tricks on the tiger."

Shen Xingqiu was scolded for no reason, and an unknown fire arose in his heart. He was just about to argue with the thief who stole the loquat, when he suddenly saw that his right hand resting on his knee had only four fingers, one forefinger at the base of the root. lack.My heart shuddered.He thought, "Nine fingers, tattered clothes, vermilion lacquered wine gourds, foodies, these add up, could it be Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered god beggar? I just don't know why he sneaked into Zhao Wang's mansion again and again, could it be that he wanted to assassinate Wanyan Honglie? That’s right, Zhao Wang’s mansion is tightly guarded, and Wanyan Honglie always shouts and hugs every time he goes out. It’s not easy for Jianghu masters to assassinate, but it doesn’t mean they don’t want to. Could it be that he came to step on the spot?”

He had been living outside the customs before, and he didn't think so deeply before entering Zhao Wang's mansion.In order not to attract attention, he subconsciously dressed as a Song person, and later he got mixed up with Yang Kang all day long. Now that he thinks about it, he looks like a traitor.

"I'm not..." Shen Xingqiu was just about to explain, but was stunned in the middle of the sentence. Could it be that he wanted to explain to this middle-aged man who was suspected to be Hong Qigong, "I know that the little prince of Jin Kingdom has a lot of troubles, so I came here on purpose." Rescue him?"

After finishing speaking, he will be slapped to death.

"It's not what?" The middle-aged man looked at him coldly and argued.

Shen Xingqiu was made uncomfortable by Hong Qigong, so he simply let him go. "Senior even stole the loquat from the palace, so what if I stay in the palace for a few days? I didn't spend too much, and I didn't oppress the people. I'm saying that I have something to do here,"

"You sharp-tongued boy, you have taught me a lesson. Then tell me, what do you want to do? Speaking of my old beggar, I am convinced, and the old beggar will help you with this matter." Done. My surname is Hong, and most people in Jianghu call me Hong Qigong." The only thing Hong Qigong couldn't control in his life was his mouth.The loquats in Wangfu are carefully raised by people, and the taste of the fruit they bear is not comparable to that of ordinary people.It's fine that he ate it secretly, but now Shen Xingqiu has caught him and made a run on him, and his face is still blushing.

Sure enough, it was him, Shen Xingqiu hesitated for a moment, and had already made up his mind, since he had become attached to Yang Kang, how could he harbor the truth, but keep it secret.After speaking, if Yang Kang is really greedy for glory and insists on refusing to leave Wanyan Honglie, then it is his fate, and others have nothing to say.

At that moment, Shen Xingqiu went to Niujia Village for a bloody battle. After Bao Xiruo was taken away from Niujia Village, Wanyan Honglie tricked him into the palace.Yang Kang is a descendant of Song Zhonglie, but Wanyan Honglie was raised by Wanyan Honglie as the prince of the Kingdom of Jin.

At the end, he said: "When I encountered this incident, I was still young. It was my father who saw through Wanyan Honglie's tricks and told me everything. It's a pity that my father refused to meddle in the affairs of the Central Plains. Now that I have grown up , the child who was not yet born back then has also grown up, this matter has been in my heart for too long, it is always a pity not to understand. I am in the palace, just want to find an opportunity to explain the truth to that child back then. "

After hearing this, Hong Qigong yelled angrily, and said angrily, "Wanyan is a traitor, it's not enough to harm thousands of people in Song Dynasty, but you have to change Zhongliang to his surname, so shameless. What about the child's mother?" , Could it be that he is dead? Otherwise, why would he just watch the child recognize the thief as his father?"

Shen Xingqiu acted impromptu, seven points were true and three points were false, and the lies were exhausted. Fortunately, it seemed that Hong Qigong believed more than half of them.

"The child's mother's surname is Bao. She is...uh... a weak and sickly weak woman. Even if she takes the child and leaves the palace, she will only end up starving to death."

"Then why haven't you told that child the truth after all these days in the palace?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Hong Qigong said with a smile: "I forgot, you are not old, and your kung fu is also good." Not good, I'm afraid that with the mother and son, they will be caught before they walk three steps away from the palace. Besides, the mother and son may not be willing to follow you. "

Shen Xingqiu said with a smile when he heard the words: "Life is just a big dream, and the regrets encountered will be one less if one can be undone. If you can't ask for others to be fulfilled, you should also seek peace of mind for yourself."

Hong Qigong laughed, passed the wine gourd in front of Shen Xingqiu, and said, "Well said, just now the old beggar misunderstood you. The old beggar bought you a drink, and it's all an apology..."

Shen Xingqiu hesitated for a moment, took a sip of the gourd, raised his head and took a sip, the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his throat like a fire, making him cough repeatedly.

"Boy, you're not only bad at martial arts, you're also bad at drinking, how can you accomplish something big? Why don't you help me with this big thing."

Shen Xingqiu managed to slow down, and hurriedly said: "Senior Hong, this matter needs to be discussed in the long term."

"What's the long-term plan? You kid is afraid of that Wanyan dog thief. Don't be afraid, it's just right to let that dog know about it. Laojiao Hua slapped him to death, just to eliminate harm for the people."

Shen Xingqiu "..." You always came here to assassinate, you just went to the palace to pick loquats, and you couldn't find anyone.

"How about this, at this time tomorrow night, I'll go to Mrs. Bao to find out the reason first, and see if you kid is talking nonsense. Then you bring the kid over and let his mother tell him about his life experience."

"It all depends on the arrangement of the seniors."

Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and said, "Okay, don't call me short, senior. Call me Qigong. What's your name, kid?"

"My surname is Shen, and my name is Xingqiu. It's like a hero's name." Shen Xingqiu asked.

Hong Qigong laughed, and said: "This name is like a hero, is it a hero? Look at my name, Qigong, does it look like a beggar?"

Shen Xingqiu shook his head, and said solemnly: "It's not like a beggar, but like the ancestor of a beggar."

Hong Qigong's talk was humorous, but he didn't put on airs.Shen Xingqiu also let go of his depressed thoughts for many days, and chatted with him. Hong Qigong talked about his experiences of traveling in the rivers and lakes. Whether it was interesting or dangerous, all of them were wonderful.Shen Xingqiu also talked about his experience of being ill when he was young and taking bitter medicine all the year round.

"I will definitely sell all the herbal medicines at home." Shen Xingqiu drank a few sips of strong wine, got a little dizzy from drinking, and began to speak harshly.

"What kind of herbal medicine is so hateful?" Hong Qigong wondered.

"Cordyceps, pilose antler, meat hibiscus, snow lotus...there are so many, it's all over the room."

Hong Qigong sighed, they are all good things, but beggars are too poor to use these good medicinal materials.Usually, if you get a little injury, you can just apply some ordinary golden sore medicine, but if the injury is serious and you can't find a doctor, you have to carry it yourself and resign yourself to fate.

If Shen Xingqiu could hear what Hong Qigong was saying at this time, he would definitely transform into a medical representative in a second, shouting with all his strength: "We have cheap medicinal materials, as many as you want, and the price is negotiable."

"It's getting late, the old beggar should go too, and we will follow the plan tomorrow." Hong Qigong took the gourd, turned around and left.

Shen Xingqiu watched helplessly as he disappeared into the darkness, and thought to himself; "If tomorrow's business can be accomplished, I must find some delicious food to honor him. Sigh, I don't know how Yang Kang will react when he finds out the truth."