Peter's Enemy

In the 34th year of Rengong, Fan Rengong Fancheng died in a battle with the foreign Di people on the border. All the soldiers he led died in the battle, and none of them survived.Di Renyan broke through the border pass and drove straight in. Since then, Fan State has disappeared, and Di State has risen.In order to establish orthodox prestige, Emperor Di Huafan collected the history books of the previous dynasty from all over the country and burned them all in front of the white gate of the capital. The fire continued for three days, and no one entered or left the city for three days.Fan Kingdom's historical records were completely destroyed, and the scattered records were only passed down as unofficial history among the villagers in the market.

"On that day, Lord Fan Ren knew that he would not survive, so he sent his favorite minister to Anyang to save his only son. Fan Qing—"

"Little old man, how do you know that the only son of the benevolent father was saved by the favorite minister?"

Before the words finished, the storyteller took off his shoes and threw them in front of the person's desk, "You son of a bitch, why are you always tearing down your grandpa's desk?"

"You can't talk nonsense about things without evidence, and you can make up history." The kid in his teens escaped from the wine bar in desperation with a peanut in his hand.

"Bullshit history, history is not written by whoever is in charge, it's not as true as my old man."

The storyteller was still holding the storyteller's allegro in one hand, picked up the cloth shoes lying on the ground with the other hand, put them on hastily, with a smile on his face.

The people in the barley are all farmers who go to the field to transplant rice seedlings. They are tired from summer work and come to find some entertainment. It doesn't matter what the truth is.They like to hear the history of the former government and the wild, because it is wild, so it is more legendary, and it is a perfect match with peanuts and wine.

Besides, after the little boy was shaken by the storyteller with the upper of his shoe, he ate peanuts while walking around outside.The summer sun was very hot, so he tried his best to walk towards the ditch under the shade of the roadside trees.As he was walking, he suddenly saw a person lying on the bottom of the ditch in front of him, and the clothes on that person's body still reflected golden light in the sun.He hesitated for a moment, then put another peanut into his mouth, and walked slowly over.He saw that the man was wearing very expensive materials, his whole body was glowing, his hair was tied neatly, but a little mess fell out.He turned over the face of that person who was buried in the soil, and once he was turned over, he was stunned by the beauty of this person. Although the whole face was covered with dust, it couldn't cover the delicacy of the facial features and the tenderness of the skin. What's more, the man's face was still smeared with rouge and gouache that noble people can afford, his face was pink, and his eyebrows were painted thin and black.The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his chapped lips moved slightly, "Water, water, water—"

He hurriedly stuffed the remaining peanuts into his arms, grabbed the man, threw it on his back, and ran home.

He deliberately avoided the wine bar where his grandpa was telling the story, and entered the house through the back door of the thatched field.He put the man on his bed, helped him up and drank a bowl of water.

The man drank all the water suddenly, then grabbed his wrist holding the bowl, cried and murmured, "Master Muchuan, Master Muchuan, I was wrong, I was wrong, take me back, take me back, don't Leave me, don't leave me." The man rubbed against his arms with a pleading cry, the cuff of the hand holding his wrist slipped off, and there were scars and scars all over his arm.

The cub carefully put the man down on the dark blue pillow with stitched patches on his bed.Then put down the water bowl, waded across the yard, listened to the faint sound of storytelling and allegro from the front hall grandfather, and went straight to the thatched field in the back house.

The inflorescences of thatch grow well and have a hemostatic effect.He picked off the inflorescences of each plant one by one, and put them in the small pocket made by the corner of his clothes.He ran back into the house with the little bag in his hand, without even closing the door.He crushed thatch inflorescences with stones in a broken bowl, and applied them to the man's arms.He opened the man's two sleeves, and there were still scars down to the armpit.He was shocked and worried in his heart, what kind of villain this person was abused by.He tore off another piece of the man's front, and there were several red scars on his chest, some of which were still oozing blood.The kid got some herbal medicine on his hands and spread it on the scar on the man's chest. I don't know if it was because of the cold, but the man suddenly woke up with an extremely violent reaction. "Don't come here, don't touch me." The man yelled and sat up, subconsciously wrapping his clothes around his chest tightly, with a flustered but indifferent expression, his eyes didn't know where to put them, and he didn't look at him.He was really taken aback, "Shh—" He gestured to the person to stop making noise, and he looked towards the front hall, "Don't make a loud noise, my grandpa doesn't know that I saved you, I'm not a bad person, you see I'm just a child, and I won't hurt you." The man raised his eyes a little, his eyes were fierce and unapproachable like a tiger, but softened after a while, as if confirming that the child in front of him was not lethal.

The old storyteller heard someone shouting in the back hall, and hurriedly ended the storytelling, "Folks, it's almost time today, how about making an appointment tomorrow?"

"Go and see, is your son in trouble again, there is movement behind." A woman said.

"Let's all go back to our respective homes."

A dozen or so villagers left the bar in a noisy manner, and the old storyteller rushed into the back hall in a hurry. When he opened the curtain, he saw a man with gorgeous makeup lying on the bed in the house, and he met the man's sharp eyes.The old man grabbed the boy by the ears and pulled him out of the house.The little boy was still holding the broken bowl of herbs in his hand, and was screaming, "Grandpa, grandpa, it hurts!"

"Stinky bastard, what's going on, why did you bring this man back?" the old man looked around the house, and asked in a low voice deliberately.

"He was injured and passed out at the bottom of the ditch next to the rice field. Why don't I carry him back now? Grandpa, I remember all the stories of loyalty you told in your storytelling. ,right."

"You're still laughing!" The old man took off a shoe and threw it at his ass, and the little boy jumped up and down.

"grandfather!"

"You know, that's not an ordinary person."

"I know."

"You know what a fart, that's someone from Fengyue Land, what do you know?"

"I understand! It's not like you didn't mention it when you were telling the book. In the previous dynasty, Cai Ji was a famous courtesan. She married a scholar and never remarried until she died. When the country was destroyed, she even sold her valuables as official salary."

"Oh, that's Yanlou, do you know there is Xianglou?"

"Xianglou, Yanlou, Yanxianglou, Xiangyanlou are not all the same"

"Oh, you are, you are going to piss me off."

That Yanlou is a place for female prostitutes, while Xianglou is a place where masculinity prevails. They have never been open to business, and most of them are secretly operated.While the literati and poets were ashamed to put it on the stage, many people went privately to see the heroic appearance of the male prostitute.The old man could only sigh to himself, and without telling his grandson the details, he threw off his shoes angrily, opened the door curtain and walked into the house.

I saw the man with fierce eyes, holding a hairpin tightly in his hand, sitting upright on the head of the bed, as if he wanted to fight for his life.The old man turned his head, snatched the medicine bowl from the kid who was following him, and threw it on the straw mat beside the bed, "Apply it to the wound by yourself, it will help the wound heal." Then he opened the curtain and went out .

"You, apply it yourself, we won't harm you." The boy was a little nervous and stuttered a little.Then he also ran out, and grandpa still wanted to coax him.

Grandpa is burning steamed buns in front of the stove, and he looks very angry.

The little boy squatted aside, "Grandpa, don't be sulking. Every time I make you angry, you hold it back. This time it was really me who caused it. Just hit me. I will never hide."

The old man continued to pick up firewood and send it to the bottom of the pot, "It's hot here, go into the house. Get him some clean clothes from me, he's too ostentatious dressed like that."

"Grandpa, I knew it, you are so kind." The little brat put his arms around the old man's neck.

"However, when he gets better, let him go quickly, we can't keep him here."

"Well, I know." The little brat ran into the house happily, ran outside the curtain, and stopped again.

"Big brother, have you applied the medicine yet? Can I come in?"

"Well, come in."

The hairpin was still by his leg, and it seemed that he hadn't let down his vigilance.

The boy opened the wooden box, took out a set of clothes from it, and brought it in front of the man, "Brother, you should change into my grandpa's clothes, although they are rough, but it will be strange for us to dress like this of."

"No, I'll be leaving right away."

Just as the man was about to get up, he was held down by the brat, his eyes suddenly became sharp again, and the brat was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Big brother, grandpa allowed you to recuperate here, so you can stay for a few more days, and it's convenient for you to change into this one, and you don't want to be caught just after you go out."

The man just said nothing, the little boy just threw the clothes over, "Come out after changing clothes, you have something to eat." The little boy smiled at him.

"Grandpa, let me help you."

"Farewell, don't come to help me, go and play wherever you like."

The little boy smiled shyly, turned his head and was about to go out the door, when he suddenly saw the big brother standing in the corridor in front of the curtain after changing his clothes.

"Big brother, let's go and take you out for fun."

The boy tugged on the man's sleeve and ran out of the house.

"Hey!"

"Come back early! The meal is almost ready!"

"understood!"

In the summer evening, there was a slight cool breeze, and the whole sky was a light blue-purple color, and the chimneys of every house were emitting gray smoke.

"Come on, let's go play with Sister Xiangxiang, Sister Xiangxiang is very nice."

The winery needs to be located in a slightly open place, so the little boy's house is still some distance away from the homes of those folks.

"You are not afraid that I am a bad person"

"I know big brother is not a bad guy."

The cicadas on the side of the road squeaked, and the boy quietly approached a tree, and with a flick of his hand, he caught a cicada.Knowing that he was pinching a pair of wings, he flapped wildly, but he didn't cry, "Oh, I got a dumb one."

"Big brother, do you want to play around?"

The man opened his hand, "Brother, hold it, hold its wings."

"No, why did you let go! Didn't tell you to let it go."

After the man let Cicada go, he walked quickly, as if he knew this place very well.

"Hey, who told you to let it go, I'm going to bake it."

"cruel."

"You actually said that I'm cruel. If I were cruel, I wouldn't save you. Besides, what's wrong with eating a few bugs? Do you never eat other meat?"

"Never."

"Nonsense, I won't tell you. Sister Xiangxiang! Sister Xiangxiang!" The little boy waved towards the distance.

Not far away, there is a woman standing beside a narrow stream, with a graceful posture, two horn braids, and a blue cloth.

"Yuantang, come here!"

The little boy ran towards the stream, and in a short while he was in front of Sister Xiangxiang, "Who is this person?"

"Sister Xiangxiang, I rescued this person at the bottom of the ditch today. I don't know how it came about."

As he said that, the man walked over slowly, without speaking coldly.

"May I ask, this strong man, what is your name, and this is on your face?"

Then the man remembered the makeup on his face, squatted down immediately, washed his face with the stream water, wiped it with his sleeve, and then got up.

"Sister Xiangxiang, this person is a cold bastard." The little boy joked.

"Strong man, this is Ding's Village. The little girl's family name is Ding, and her maiden name is Xiangxiang. This one, her family name is also Ding, and her name is Yuantang."

"Sister Xiangxiang, if people don't report their names, you should expose yourself."

Ding Xiangxiang smiled slightly, "Anyone who comes is a guest."

"Sister Xiangxiang, I just caught a dumb cicada on the road, and I was planning to bake it with you, but I didn't expect him to let him go."

Ding Xiangxiang watched Ding Yuantang pull her arm coquettishly with an aggrieved expression, and reached out to pat his head, "I know, I will catch him again sooner or later."

"Catch it sooner or later, that's what I deserve sooner or later. If I catch it today, he will let him go."

Ding Xiangxiang saw that he was sullen and had no choice but to see a clump of dogtail grass growing by the stream, "Yuantang, let me make you a little thing."

"what a gadget"

Ding Xiangxiang broke away from Ding Yuantang's hand holding her tightly, squatted by the stream, and plucked a few stalks of dog's tail grass. After a while, a vivid grass rabbit came out.

"I still like it"

"I like it, I like it, I like it very much!" Ding Yuantang pinched the grass rabbit in front of his eyes, "I want to hide it for the rest of my life."

Ding Xiangxiang chuckled, "Come on, sit down here. Strong man, sit down too."

The three of them sat together on the rocks beside the narrow stream.

This narrow stream separates Jiuzhi from other villagers' homes, and Ding Xiangxiang's home is the first one closest to the stream.The creek is so narrow that it can be crossed with one foot, and there is no need to build a bridge. However, in order to prevent the elderly and children from slipping and stepping on the ground, a small stone slab was built on it.

"Yuantang, what is your grandfather talking about today?"

The little boy was fiddling with a grass rabbit in his hand, and said absently, "It's not just nonsense, saying that Fan Rengong's only son, Fan Qing, was rescued by his favorite minister. Do you think his imagination..."

"You are right, the former monarch, Fan Rengong!"

The little boy was talking to Ding Xiangxiang, but he was suddenly turned around by the man behind him, "What! Aren't you a big Hail? Why didn't the big Hail speak!"

The little boy covered his stomach and smiled at Ding Xiangxiang. Ding Xiangxiang replied solemnly, "There were two Fan Rengongs in this world, and they must have been the subjugated monarch of the previous dynasty, Fan Rengong."

"But, how does his grandfather know, how does he know that his only son was saved by his favorite minister."

"Grandpa Guangzhi is a storyteller in our village, he knows a lot, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"real."

Before he finished speaking a real word, the man stood up and walked towards the winery. "Hey, why did you leave?"

"Your grandpa called you home for dinner."

"Is there? Sister Xiangxiang, did you hear that?"

"Yuantang, I'm afraid I'm talking too much, hurry up and take a look."

Although the mountains are high and the temples are far away, it is better to say less about the events of the previous dynasty.Ding Yuantang was reminded all of a sudden, he answered and trotted over.

"Hey, what are you doing! Who are you?" Ding Yuantang caught up panting.

"You're only doubting me now, don't you think it's too late?" The man turned his head with a wicked smile in his eyes.

"Don't tease me, big brother, you are a good person."

The man ignored him and walked quickly along the same path.Ding Yuantang is smaller than him, and his steps are also short, so naturally he has to half-run to keep up with him.

"Hey, don't think of any ghost ideas, and don't even try to harm my grandpa."

The door of the bar was ajar, and when it was pushed open, there were a few tables, chairs and benches, and a storytelling table directly opposite.The side door next to the storytelling table can lead to the yard of the back hall.The man went through the wine bar and the side door, and rushed straight into the kitchen in the back yard, "Hey, what are you going to do!" The boy shouted after him.

The kitchen was dark, and the flames at the bottom of the pot jumped on the dry wood, flickering.

"How do you know about Fan Qing?"

Ding Guangzhi raised his eyes and saw the man's cold and determined eyes shot through the faint light outside the door, he felt a little creepy.

"I'm just a storyteller, I just compiled it randomly." Ding Guangzhi pretended to be calm, and continued to take a piece of firewood from behind and put it into the bottom of the pot, and the flame was instantly suppressed.

"I just said, my grandpa is talking nonsense, just for fun, why do you take it seriously." The little boy smoothed things over, but he already felt that something was wrong, the flames at the bottom of the pot adapted to the new firewood, suddenly The climax, the fire is booming.

"It's only been more than ten years since the former dynasty perished, and you, a white-haired old man, either experienced it yourself, or someone in the know told you this fact, otherwise you wouldn't even know the name of Fan Rengong's only son."

"Those are all made up by my grandfather..."

"Yuantang, you go out first."

"grandfather!"

The crackling sound of flames played solo in the dark.

"Yes."

The little cub walked into the yard with the grass rabbit in his hand, and when he looked up, the moon and stars had risen faintly, dotted on the dyed cloth of the dark blue sky.

"How do you know that Fan Qing is his real name and not just made up by me?"

"I have a calculation in my heart. Fan Qing is indeed Fan Rengong's only son. You should tell the truth."

"It's better for you to explain it first, and it's not too late for me to say it."

A silver light flashed between the flames, and the sharp hairpin was already on Ding Guangzhi's neck.

"You think you can get the truth by threatening me like this"

"Okay, you want me to threaten that silly boy outside the door"

The hairpin is half off, as if trying to find the host again.

"I will confess."

The hairpin hangs in the blackness of mid-air, suddenly shining with silver-white light.

"I am a former Taishi Pavilion historian. When the country was ruined and my family was destroyed, I chose my home. I failed my benevolent father and did not protect the young master." Ding Guangzhi's voice fell silent, overwhelmed by the sound of burning flames .

"Since you didn't protect him, how did you know that he was saved by your favorite minister?"

"It's my conscience that can't bear it, my conscience can't bear it!" Ding Guangzhi kept hammering his heart, his voice hoarse, "That's why we made up such a happy ending."

"I won't tell these things, but I hope that you will tell me everything I ask you in the future."

"You tell me who you are"

"Don't ask about the past, if you ask for the first and last name, use the name in Xianglou, Ji Nu."

Ding Guangzhi looked at the man's figure in the dim light, his face was broad, his heart trembled, "Ji Ben is not a surname, why not have the same surname as ours?"

"It's okay, let's call him Ding Jinu."

"Ding Jinu! Oh, that's your name." Ding Yuantang jumped into the kitchen and stood in front of Ding Jinu with his hands behind his back.

"Did you eavesdrop again?"

"Grandpa, there are too many mosquitoes outside, so I came here and heard this sentence, really!"

"Don't be poor, wash three pairs of dishes and take them to the back room."

"Ugh!"

The three drank some tea, had dinner with steamed buns, and then took a rest.

Ding Guang slept alone in a room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.The conversation with Ding Jinu in the kitchen reminded him of some past events in the previous dynasty.Back then, Ren Gong led the army to go to the border to defend against foreign enemies, and he entrusted the young master to him.However, when the foreign enemies broke through and entered, the whole city was ablaze, burning, killing and looting, if he went to the city to pick up the young master again, he and Ding Yuantang would have returned to the west along with the dead Ding family by now.

Ding Guangzhi put on his coat and sat up.Scattered shoes and walked into the yard.

The summer night is still hot, but it is cooler than the day.

Hearing the movement, Ding Jinu quietly got up and went out, and saw Ding Guangzhi sitting on the steps under the corridor.

Ding Guangzhi turned his head and saw Ding Jinu's tall figure standing behind him, his majestic demeanor was very similar to that of the former master.Ding Guangyi was startled and slid back a step, "Like, it's so similar."

Ding Jinu walked down the corridor in two or three steps and sat down.

"like who"

"Like the old master, Fan Rengong." After a moment of silence, "You, you are Fan Qing"

"Yes."

One word, quite powerful and cold.

Ding Guangzhi knelt down with a slap, hurriedly kowtowed, and cried out, "It's the guilty minister who has no eyes, the guilty minister is guilty!"

"Guilty or innocence is a thing of the past. Now I just want to take revenge. I will settle the national hatred and the family hatred with the current monarch of Di Kingdom."

"what"

Ding Guangzhi got up, "My lord, if you really want to restore the country, you can go to Xiling to find the general guarding there, Hou Xiaoxian. Xiaoxian is a loyal and righteous man. After the invasion of the Di people, he has been guarding Xiling, relying on the terrain of Xiling to change the situation." It is difficult to defend and attack, leaving a piece of land for the previous dynasty. Most of the celebrities there are old people from the previous dynasty, and they will definitely help the lord restore the Fan dynasty."

"How can I make him willing to see me, do you have any tokens?"

"Let me look for it. I'm sure I can find some old things from the previous dynasty at home. You bring one over there and let the guards hand it over to Xiaoxian. He will definitely meet you."

Ding Guangzhi rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the house, and finally found a folding fan in the broken box, "It's it!"

"what is this?"

The folding fan shook off the dust and opened it suddenly, with a saber drawn obliquely on it, as if it could be grasped directly in the smudged ink.Looking closely at the position near the hilt, it is a thin dragon with smooth and exquisite body arcs, roaming in the universe surrounded by the sword body.In the lower right corner is inscribed small characters, "It is as easy as a dragon to swim." The place where the pen is written is the seal of Ren Gong.

"This is the Youlong Sword,"

"Could it be that the lord has seen it at Ren Gong's place before?"

"Father never showed it to me. However, as you compiled, I was indeed rescued by my father's favorite, and this Dragon Sword was in his hands. I have been with him for ten years, and I am naturally familiar with this Dragon Sword .”

"It's really a pity from heaven. However, Ren Gong has always treasured this Youlong Sword, and usually doesn't show it to others easily. I was only lucky enough to get this folding fan as a reward when I won the first place in a palace poetry banquet. At that time, all four ministers present had seen this folding fan, and one of them was Hou Xiaoxian, who will definitely meet you when he sees this fan."

Ding Jinu took the folding fan and gently stroked Youlong with one hand.

"My lord, is that favorite minister still alive today? If he came with you this time, you wouldn't have suffered so much humiliation."

"I don't know, we have already parted ways." Ding Jinu's expression dimmed, as if he was about to merge with the surrounding blackness.

"It's a pity. It's a pity."