Autumn water and long sky [Seven Swords]

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First of all, thank you for your support!This is the third part of the Yangguan Trifold series, but it has little relationship with the first two.I assume that you have read the original "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains" instead of the film and television drama... Of course, if you haven't read it, it's okay to read it as the original, and everything that needs to be explained will be explained in the article XD

Let's continue to have fun together!

PS: The chapters and titles of this article are all from Nalan Ci.

"Go up to the mountains and look at the plains,

There is a white peony in Pingchuan.

It looks easy to pick off, but hard to pick off,

It's useless not to pick it up.

My brother's white peony,

It is futile not to pick the flowers in your heart! "

On the vast grassland, a long singing sound came from a distance.The horseshoes answered, and the knights on the horses sang and laughed, and returned to the camp with the setting sun.

This is a horse farm outside Shandan County, Gansu. To the north is the Qilian Mountains. The terrain at the foot of the mountains is flat, with lush water and grass, and the scenery of blue sky and white clouds is much higher than that of the Central Plains.

"Hey, master, we're back!" the knights, after driving the horses into the stables, jumped down to the people who came out of the camp.

He was a stout man under the age of 40, with a simple and honest smile on his purple square face, and his demeanor was casual and kind, as if he would never offend anyone.

"Hey? Where's the second child?" The man asked as he counted the number of people who had returned.

"Second brother Hua, isn't that coming!" Everyone pointed to a mighty knight on a Qingcong horse in the distance, and clapped their hands and laughed.

The man with a purple face went up to meet him: "Second boy! Hey, what's going on?" His eyes fell on the ground, a rope was dragged behind the horse, and a large cloth bag was tied at the end. A few holes have been worn through, but the inside is still bulging and nothing is leaking.

Hua Zishan, the second master of the racecourse, let out a blast of cold air from his nose, untied the end of the rope immediately, jumped off the ground and dragged the bag.It took some effort to see him, so the purple-faced man also went up to help, and lifted the bag under a hitching post.

"I caught a thief at the ranch, maybe it was a spy." Hua Zishan opened the bag, revealing the upper body of a person.The man lowered his head, leaning against the horse stake, motionless, as if he had passed out.

The man with the purple face was a little surprised when he saw the torn clothes and blood on the man's body: "How do you know it's a thief? He's going to steal a horse?"

"He was sneaking around in front of the top horse." Hua Zishan took a deep breath, as if he was very dissatisfied with the questioning, "I think he is probably a spy sent by the Tartars!"

"Have you asked clearly, beat people like this!"

"Brother Han!" Hua Zishan yelled suddenly, grabbed the man's braids and made him look up, "Look at his hair and clothes—" Unlike the men in the racecourse, the man wore a Manchu style The braids and gowns also have obvious alien characteristics. "Look at his hands—" Hua Zishan held the rope that tied his two wrists together, and opened those curled palms.The skin in the palm is fair and smooth, and the fingers are slender.

Han Zhibang—the head of the racecourse, a man with a purple face—frowned, pinched the index finger and middle finger of his right hand: "Okay, untie it for him."

"what?"

"Untie the rope!" Han Zhibang looked at Hua Zishan, who was stiff and motionless, and began to untie the binding on his hands, "Look at the callus on his right finger, which was ground with a pen—it's a scholar, what? Spy!"

"He came from the Manchurian Tartar side!"

"How old is he?" Han Zhibang glanced at the young man's face. Although there were stains and scratches on his cheeks, he could still see his delicate and elegant appearance.

Hua Zishan stomped his feet resentfully: "He, he must be fifteen or sixteen, right? You forgot that when we were 13 years old, we worked as long-term workers for big households! Such a person can be used by an adult!"

"Is that comparable? This is a child who is studying, and I'm afraid he doesn't even understand the daily necessities of life! You still beat people, thanks to you!" Han Zhibang rolled up the rope and the torn cloth bag, and threw them to the side. Then he picked up the boy's body and walked into the camp. "Hey, bring a basin of hot water!"

"What, what are you doing?"

"Wash him up so he can be given medicine."

Hua Zishan turned his head angrily and walked away.Han Zhibang waited in the house for a long time, so he had to fetch water by himself.When he came back with the basin, the boy lying on the bed had already opened his eyes and looked around the room.

"Yo, you're awake!" Han Zhibang dipped a towel and wiped the boy's forehead and cheeks.When the corner of the towel brushed against his lips, he was suddenly caught firmly. "Don't stop! Are you thirsty?" Seeing the chapped mouth on the boy's lips, Han Zhibang got up suddenly, poured a glass of water and turned back.

The boy immediately sat up on the bed, took the teacup, and poured it clean as soon as he raised his head.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth when he handed the cup back: "Thank you."

"Do you still want it?"

The boy just shook his head, took the towel, and cleaned the wound on his wrist worn by the rope.Seeing him wipe off the burrs stuck in the flesh without hesitation, Han Zhibang was startled.

"Be careful! Are you in pain?"

"Where is this?" The boy answered irrelevantly.

"My stable. Well, how did you come into the ranch?"

"I got lost." The boy didn't even lift his eyelids, "Which residence does this place belong to?"

"Shandan County belongs to Ganzhou Prefecture. But we don't have government control, so we are free." Han Zhibang looked up and down the boy with great interest, "You ran away from home, right?"

"how do you know?"

"Hey! A young master like you, I know best, has a little temper. Are you in your teens?"

"Ten—" the boy hesitated, "Sixteen."

Han Zhibang burst out laughing: "Why don't you know your own age?"

"What year is it?"

"The year of Gengxu. What do you belong to?"

"Ox..." For some reason, the boy hesitated again.

"Nonsense! People who belong to the ox are only ten years old this year! Are you 22?"

"I'm 48."

Han Zhibang sighed helplessly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it. Young master has a temper!"

The young man's eyes were full of "I told you but you don't believe me", and after a while he asked, "Where's the year name?"

"Are you asking about the reign name of the Tartars? What is it called Kangxi? Well, I heard that Taiwan is the only one that uses the reign name of Da Nian."

"Taiwan's Zheng family? Zheng Chenggong or Zheng Jing? Is the reign name Yongli?"

"Yes, it's called Yongli. Zheng Chenggong died a long time ago. Where did you come from?" Han Zhibang was suddenly puzzled when he thought of Hua Zishan's words, but looking at the gentle and weak young man in front of him, he felt that it was impossible. "From the south of the Yangtze River, right? They speak with a watery tone."

Sure enough, the young man nodded affirmatively: "Haining, Zhejiang." Seeing Han Zhibang's confused eyes, he added, "It's not far from Hangzhou where the Qiantang River enters the sea."

"Ah, Hangzhou!" Han Zhibang clapped his hands happily, "I have a friend who is from Hangzhou! Have you heard of it?"

The boy smiled calmly: "I don't think so."

Han Zhibang scratched his head: "Oh, you are too young, maybe... In fact, she is very famous, her surname is Liu, her name is Liu Yufang, and she is the daughter of General Liu Jingyi, King of Lu."

"Lu Wang Zhu Yihai, Taiwan's Zheng family, Kangxi, the year of Gengxu..." The young man brushed the braids behind his head to the front of his body thoughtfully, "Is this why you suspect that I am a spy?"

Han Zhibang shook his head and laughed, holding the boy's hand: "I won't doubt it anymore. You are from Jiangnan! Can you live without shaving your hair?"

"Thank you." The young man's eyes became gentle and warm, reflecting Han Zhibang's heart, "Have you asked the name of this elder brother yet?"

"Oh, my name is Han Zhibang. How about you?"

"Chen Jialuo." The boy replied softly.