The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Song Wei opened his eyes.The light is not very good, and the eyesight is also a little weak. I can vaguely see many colorful decorative patterns on the white background of the roof.My mind is still not sober, and my heart is already startled: Could it be... another imperial palace?

I was about to get up in panic, only to find that my head was as heavy as a boulder and my body couldn't be controlled at all.This feeling is not unfamiliar, it's just a little long-lost.Song Wei took a few deep breaths with great experience, slowly rolled her eyeballs, and expanded the scanning range as much as possible to see what was here.

The decoration on the roof is colorful, but it has been yellowed, and some places are even cracked and peeled off, making it look very old.The pattern is extremely complicated, and if you take a second look, you will feel a strange sense of familiarity.Song Wei's mind is in a mess right now, and she can't remember when she saw something similar.I tried to turn my head to the side, and from the corner of my eye, the window curtains, door curtains, and even table and table utensils are all decorated with similar patterns, but they are all very old, and the overall furnishings are simple and rough.

The eyeballs rolled around for a moment, and the body seemed to have a feeling. She gently raised her hand, touched the hard flat square under the neck and the clothes and quilts on her body, and Song Wei suddenly let out a long and long breath.

Candlesticks, clay pots, bronze mirrors, wooden combs, porcelain pillows, felt, linen, Luoyi...

Although far less refined and gorgeous than in the past, the characteristic style is familiar and familiar.Knowing that she is still staying in ancient times, Song Wei is not disappointed.Speaking of it, the accumulated years of living after time travel are much longer than remembering the life in the original modern world.As the saying goes, it is better to be familiar than to be raw, so it is a little easier to save.

Most importantly, there was no clue about the emperor, the palace or even the royal family in this place.

Stiff neck again and turned her eyes to inspect carefully, Song Wei couldn't help grinning.very good.very good.Very good.Simply wonderful!If it weren't for the objective conditions, he would have looked up to the sky and laughed, dancing and thanking the heaven for his eyes.

The wooden door creaked, the curtain was raised, and a woman walked in.

The high bun was piled up like a hill, as if it would fall down at any moment.He looked haggard, but his attire was full of flowers, very gorgeous.Before Song Wei had time to see her face clearly, she was dazzled by the soft flesh covered in white flowers above the emerald green tube top.His eyes subconsciously turned sideways, but a sense of novelty and strangeness rose in his heart.

"Xiao Yin, you're awake! Where do you feel the pain?" The woman, holding a medicine jar in her hand, hurriedly approached, her face full of concern.

Song Wei stared at her with her mouth wide open.The woman was chattering and uttering a completely unfamiliar tone. The problem was that he understood it.From a close distance, it can be seen that the woman is not young, with deep crow's feet engraved on the corners of her eyes, but with long eyebrows and almond eyes, fair skin and red lips, she is quite beautiful and charming.

Song Wei suddenly realized.Regardless of the interior decoration or the appearance of the woman, it proves that this is a barbarian from the Western Regions.He swallowed dryly, wishing he could grab the bronze mirror and take a good look at it.It's a pity that I don't have enough energy, so I can only let the woman support the upper body and barely sit up.He stared at the woman's face, not understanding why he became a barbarian and could understand barbarian language, and still less why he had feelings for a woman's face and chest.

All kinds of unexpected situations happened in an instant, and he really couldn't react.Feeling at a loss, full of surprises and surprises, his face couldn't express such a difficult emotion, so he looked dumb and stupid.

The woman turned around and took the bowl, covered it with a burlap cloth, and carefully filtered out the decoction in the crock.Then she sat by the bed and prepared to feed him medicine.Song Wei's mind gradually became clearer, watching the woman's gentle movements, her lips moved, and without thinking at all, she uttered a word: "Mother..."

The woman's eye sockets turned red immediately, and the hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

"Bastard! Do you still know that you have a mother? I'm not your mother, and your mother has been pissed off by you!"

Song Wei pulled out a flattering smile: "Mother..."

The medicine bowl fell heavily on the table, splashing black juice.The more the woman spoke, the angrier she became: "Don't call me mother! Do you still have the face to call me mother? The boy raised by others is Erlang. He gets married and starts a business, and he is filial to his parents. There is nothing wrong with it. I was born to be a debt collector, fooling around all day long. You don't go home sooner or later. You were beaten to the point of bleeding for a lowly maidservant, and almost died. This is not going to end, and you will bring trouble to the neighbors. I think you might as well die. If you really die, My old lady wrapped up the mat and burned it clean, saving trouble from now on! I want to encourage a bunch of boys to shout and kill, this will kill other people's son, what can your mother give to pay for it?..."

Song Wei's mind was throbbing with pain, he couldn't remember what happened, but it sounded like a big trouble, and he was crying bitterly, feeling uneasy.Try asking, "Who... died?"

"Who is dead? Who do you expect to die? Is it a crime to break an arm or a leg? You can't seek medical expenses? You can't waste your time? Isn't it worth money if you don't want your mother to pay for it?"

Song Wei was relieved, as long as no one died.Women have gorgeous facial features, especially when they are angry.For some reason, Song Wei couldn't help but want to laugh.Enduring all kinds of hardships, she thought to herself: She is really... a very pungent mother.

After lying down for more than ten days in a row, Song Wei couldn't wait to get down to the ground before the injury on her head healed.

It was early spring and February at this time, charcoal was burning in the brazier, a woolen robe was worn over the white Luo Li, and a leather jacket could be worn again when it was cold.To be honest, life was good.Even in the palace, when you are in a bad situation, you may not be able to wear a leather jacket.These days, Song Wei probably knew the whole story. He learned that he got into such a situation because he seduced a woman and eloped. Unexpectedly, the other party had another love. The beating happened to coincide with the presence of friends and foxes, and finally a fight with weapons was triggered.It is said that not only the head of Lizhengfang, but even the government was alarmed.

Of course, this is what Hupenggouyou relayed to Song Manji, that is, Song Wei's mother.

Song Wei was dumbfounded and didn't believe it at first.To do such a stupid thing for a man, don't say, it really happened in history.I have never been so desperate for a woman in my life.After drinking dozens of bowls of soup and medicine and suffering countless reproaches, for some reason, I felt more and more that this was the case.I was inexplicably excited for a while, and suddenly realized: stupid things are stupid things, and it has nothing to do with men and women.Whether the subject is male or female, it cannot change the fact that the person involved is still stupid.Song Wei was silent.

In the days when she just woke up, as long as Song Manji was not around, she would inevitably be in a daze, and many scenes of characters that did not belong to this life ran over her mind.When I was able to go to the ground, I looked in the mirror, took a shower, changed my clothes, and was scolded by my old lady again, and the mess that made my brain hurt from being crushed disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Getting used to it becomes natural, but it's just one more memory.It's a pity that it's still a painful memory that I can't bear to look back on. It's better to forget it.

Taking a careful look with the bronze mirror in his hand, Bai Shengsheng has a face with eyebrows that grow into the temples, and the corners of his eyes are slanted, which is a trine with Song Manji's beauty, but it is even more eye-catching.The wounded white cloth on the head could not be removed, and it was impossible to comb the hair into a bun, and the long hair fell loose, making it more difficult to distinguish male and female.When she looked in the mirror for the first time, Song Wei only took one look, and she didn't want to take a second look.After so many days, I finally got used to it. I comfort myself that I am still young, and it will definitely be different in a few years.

Song Manji Tingting curled in.Now that her son has recovered, she has thought about tidying up her hair, with her hair in a high bun, which seems to be falling but not falling, and is combed in the latest style.I didn't have enough money to buy too many pearls and flowers, so I put in a circle of sagong flowers and gold and silver hairpins.Even among Hu women, Song Manji is tall and slender. She wears women's clothes that are popular in this era, low-cut and high-waisted, long skirt with small sleeves, and tulle and colorful necklaces hanging heavily behind her. She walks very gracefully. beauty of.

Song smiled and giggled and leaned over: "Mother, why do you look so good-looking today?"

Song Manji had sweet-scented osmanthus hair oil on her hands, and carefully applied it to her temples.While wiping, he said: "Which day is not good for my mother?"

Song Wei held up the bronze mirror and stood to the side, waiting for her mother to see more clearly.Ever since that "Mother" yell came out, and facing Song Manji, it was purely aesthetic.

Seeing that his mother was in a good mood, he asked, "Should I accompany my mother to the restaurant today?" He was confined in the room for more than ten days, and he couldn't even get out of bed in the first few days. He was so bored that mushrooms grew all over his body.Coupled with the eagerness to understand the reality of the situation, the risk of something going wrong should always be lower by following my mother.

Song Manji had a fairly good job, selling wine in a Persian wine shop on Fanbo Street in the West Market, which was very close to the Fanfang where they lived.In the past, Song Wei occasionally discovered her conscience and would go to the restaurant to help with odd jobs in exchange for a few extra copper coins for pocket money.

Song Manji frowned: "I'm afraid Boss Mai will throw you out with a wine jar."

The Persian owner of the restaurant is called Mai Asa, and everyone follows Xia Guo's habit of taking the first letter as their surname, and calling them Boss Mai.

Xishi Fanfang has been living in peace and harmony for many years, and it has long been a practice of doing as the Romans do and being inclusive.Of course, there are always differences. For example, the mother and son of the Song family were not named Song at first.In the old days when Gaozu rebelled, in addition to the army of the Xia tribe, there were sixteen tribes of three tribes under his command. Although one of them belonged to Huihe, it was actually formed by slaves from various tribes and had been bullied.Because Gaozu treats everyone equally, he is loyal, brave and good at fighting.Xianxi established the country, and this tribe was given a national surname and allowed to stay in the capital.After Emperor Taizong moved the capital, most of them did not want to move to the east, and still stayed in the old capital of the western capital.Now the residents surnamed Song in Fanfang, the old capital city, all claim to be their descendants.This family has a long history of being attached to the family, and bears the surname of the country. They often intermarry with Xia people, and they have never regarded themselves as outsiders.Although it has gradually declined in recent years, the psychological advantage has not disappeared. Some people look down on the upstarts in Persia and the wild turtles from the West, the South, the East, and the North.

However, the psychological advantage is not worth the strength disadvantage after all.Just like the mother and son of the Song family, they have to rely on others and eat next to the Persian boss.Boss Mai has a strong business, is old and virtuous, lives and works in Daxia in peace and contentment, and has made great contributions to the economic prosperity of the Xianxi Dynasty. Therefore, he was elected as the head of Fanfang Fang, one of the grassroots chief executives representing the interests of the Hu people.In the past, Song Wei fished for three days and spent two days drying nets and doing some light work in restaurants. In his mother's eyes, a few pennies were nothing.The disturbance this time was too great, if it wasn't for Song Manji's flattery and tact, her son would have been directly sent to the government to settle the matter.

Mother said she couldn't go, even though Song Wei felt itchy in her heart, she knew she couldn't force it.Begging: "Then can I go out for a walk?"

Song Manji tidied up, lifted her skirt lightly, and was about to go out, pointing to the outer hall: "I brought back a few bottles of emerald syrup, one for Wang Dalang and one for Pei Qilang. The aunt of the Hou family refused to accept the medicine fee, so she sent two bottles to Hou Xiaoxia Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, Mrs. Hou is only a single seedling, what face do you want me to have to see her?..."

Through the verbal probing in the past few days, Song Wei already knew that these people were all playmates on weekdays, that is to say, they were friends in the mother's mouth.On the day of the fight with weapons, they made great contributions, but each suffered damage.Song Manji had already come to the door to thank and apologize, and sent medical expenses.Now that the son is able to move, he will come to express his affection at the door, with full courtesy.Emerald wine is an imported wine from Gaochang State. It is expensive and very popular.

Song Manji babbled all the way, and when she came to the door, she turned around and told her son to put on clothes and hats, don't wander around too much, catch the cold in the wind, especially don't go to Beixiang, the lowly maidservant of the Gao family eloped, and she hasn't been caught yet, in case she meets Gao Family, conflict again.

The man had already arrived in the courtyard, but he suddenly turned back and took the remaining two bottles of emerald juice into his room: "The injury on your head, you can't drink alcohol for at least two months. If you dare to take a sip, I'll see if the old lady doesn't pick you up." Skin!"