The general is wise and mighty

In the dark night, a carriage was walking on the official road.

Xiang Yu held the reins and let the horse move forward according to its own pace, not fast, but quite stable.

An Sheng lifted the curtain, sat next to Xiang Ji and looked at it for a while, feeling a little itchy.

"let me try."

Xiang Ji handed over the rope, and An Sheng licked his lower lip: "If I call 'Drive', will it run away?"

"Try it." Xiang Yu clasped the back of his head with his hands and leaned on the carriage.

"Drive!" An Sheng yelled, while pulling the horse hard with his hand, the horse roared and galloped.

An Sheng was caught off guard, and hit the back of his head heavily on the carriage, almost falling directly into the carriage.

After stabilizing his figure, An Sheng silently exchanged the reins into Xiang Yu's hands: "You are kidding me."

The corners of Xiang Ji's mouth curled up a little: "A lot of things have to be tried to know."

An Sheng adjusted his sitting posture indifferently, rubbed the back of his head, and secretly smiled when he heard Xiang Zhuang scolding softly in the carriage.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Xiang Yu pulled the rein and slowed down the horse.

"I slept too much during the day, don't fall asleep, and stay with you for a while." An Sheng put his hands on the shaft of the carriage, feeling the oncoming wind as the carriage moved forward, and he couldn't bear it after a while.

Seeing An Sheng's shrinking his neck unconsciously, Xiang Ji knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he kindly reminded him: "You should go in, it's winter, and it's very cold at night."

"No, no, no, the colder you get, the more refreshed you become." An Sheng rubbed his hands together to generate some heat, but seeing that there was nothing wrong with Xiang Ji, he reached out and touched his hand, surprised at the temperature of his fingertips. willing to leave.

Xiang Yu held An Sheng's hand to help him warm: "Sit for a while and go in, it won't be good if you catch the cold."

An Sheng leaned closer to Xiang Ji, feeling the heat coming through his clothes: "Are you going to sit here all night?" After getting an affirmative answer, he began to worry about his life, "It will freeze."

"Brother is wise and powerful, how is it possible?"

An Sheng almost choked on his saliva, "Brother, you are a legend, do you still want to say that the sun will destroy you?"

Xiang Ji didn't understand what An Sheng meant, so he laughed along with him, and then started to chase people away: "Hurry up and go back."

"I'll just sit at the door, and I can chat with you." An Sheng entered the carriage, and a curtain separated two worlds. Inside, three big men were sweating from their noses, and outside, Xiang Yu was starving and freezing. Quite resentful for him.

The two of them chatted one after another, and after a while Xiang Ji didn't hear An Sheng's reply, and when he opened the corner of the curtain, he saw An Sheng's peaceful sleeping face.His hair had grown a bit longer, and An Sheng didn't tie it up to keep warm. At this time, it was draped over his shoulders, covering a third of his face.The strands of hair were blown up and down by the breath, and fell on the face. An Sheng seemed to feel itchy, wrinkled his nose, rubbed his face, and still fell asleep.

Xiang Ji put down the curtain, sat in a place that could not be covered by the curtain to block the wind, and drove the carriage forward.

Originally, An Sheng thought that the robbers and the king of the mountain would be their biggest stumbling blocks, but unfortunately things backfired.Not to mention robbers along the way, he didn't even meet a small thief. An Sheng felt that the weather should have helped them a lot and also brought them a catastrophe.

An Sheng is originally from the north, so he doesn't worry much about winter, but the winter here is very cold. An Sheng is like staying in the carriage and never comes out. A little bit of coolness.

Wrapped in the quilt, An Sheng complained about the terrible weather in his heart. It should be that the road from Xi'an to Jiangnan should gradually get warmer, but he felt that the cold was spreading more and more into his bone marrow. It was really cold and clammy.

During the period, the group stayed in the city several times because of the heavy snow. An Sheng was not even interested in celebrating the New Year. He stayed in the inn room and poured cup after cup of hot water to prevent colds. The big steamed stuffed bun for him was not made of meat.

An Sheng went through the stumbling and stumbling step by step when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, the fear of freezing the lake and the sharpening of swords and swords in a black shop, and he was about to have a nervous breakdown. It's as simple as it is written in the novel.The people in the village are quite hospitable and willing to let them have a meal; but in the county town, nothing can be done without money. An Sheng saw with his own eyes a little beggar who was beaten to death by the guard of the owner of the restaurant. .

Because the trip was delayed due to the heavy snow, and because the horses had to rest for several nights, and because the road was icy and the wheels were slipping, An Sheng finally walked from Dragon City in the late winter and early spring when the ice and snow showed signs of melting. And I heard a good news - they will arrive in three to five days.

The further south he went, the more An Sheng felt that life was easier for the Xiang family's uncle and nephew. It seemed that he had an old acquaintance, and he could eat big meat buns as soon as he entered the county town.

Finally, An Sheng saw the word Wucheng written in small seal script on the city wall. His eyes were about to fill with tears, and his small face was ruined by the wind and snow on the way, and there were two touches of plateau red.

Entering the city, An Sheng wanted to go straight to the inn to sleep for the rest of his life, but Xiang Liang ran into an acquaintance.

A middle-aged man who was about the same age as Xiang Liang showed surprise on his face when he saw Xiang Liang, and arched his hands: "Why is Mr. Xiang here?"

An Sheng didn't think about it, he heard "Sang Gong", and looked at the person with horror on his face.Xiang Ji saw An Sheng's expression and asked him what was going on.

An Sheng grabbed Xiang Yu's ear and pulled it down: "Uncle Xiang...Uncle Xiang has...Long...Yang...Zhi...OK?"

"No." Xiang Yu looked up at An Sheng strangely, "Why do you ask that?"

"But that person's name is 'Xianggong'." An Sheng pointed at the visitor and shook his finger.

"It's Mr. Xiang." Xiang Ji emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'xiang'.

An Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured, "I was scared to death..."

Xiang Liang chatted with the person who came, then turned his head to let the four children go to eat and find a place to live, and left with the middle-aged man.

An Sheng still had lingering fear in his eyes as he looked at the backs of the two of them. He shook his head vigorously to drive away the strange thoughts, and followed Xiang Yu to find food.

"How do you know Longyang is good?" Xiang Ji and An Sheng stood side by side.

An Sheng hurriedly looked up, and found that Xiang Zhuang and Long Qie were discussing food in front of them, and they were relieved when they didn't notice Xiang Ji's question, and their shoulders drooped: "Can't you keep a low profile?"

"Low-key?" Xiang Ji frowned in confusion, "What is low-key? Why should you be low-key?"

"Forget it." An Sheng has accepted the fact that he has lost his ability to explain, "Didn't he talk about the husband, what kind of husband, official, and what kind of cheap wife, wife and so on, aren't they all between husband and wife What’s the name, so—it’s hard not to be crooked.”

An Sheng raised his head and smiled at Xiang Ji while explaining. The gentle sunlight of Wan Dong shone on his face, and his expression looked soft and peaceful.

"You are?" Xiang Yu interrupted An Sheng.

"Huh?" An Sheng didn't keep up with Xiang Ji's rhythm.

"Longyang's obsession." Xiang Ji ignored An Sheng's surprised look, "Ordinary people wouldn't think of this."

"Me? Of course not." An Sheng sternly disregarded the relationship, "It's mainly where we are, the folk customs are more open, so everyone understands." An Sheng patted Xiang Ji's chest with the back of his hand, smiling so that his eyes narrowed .

After eating, An Sheng fell asleep until the evening. When he got up, he lay on the window to watch the sun go down slowly. He smacked his mouth and tasted the salty aroma of fried eggs.

"Are you awake?" The door squeaked open, and Xiang Ji came from outside, holding a pot of tea, "Drink some water."

An Sheng kicked his shoes, walked to the table and sat down, picked up the teacup and drank it down: "Uncle Xiang hasn't come back yet?"

"I came back for a while, and went out again." Xiang Yu filled him up. In the last few days, he was in a hurry to travel, and the few of them seldom took water or food. They must be thirsty.

An Sheng would be comfortable only after drinking a pot of water. Xiang Ji called Xiao Er and handed over the empty pot for him to fill another pot.

"Ah, that's right." An Sheng had a flash of inspiration.

"Huh?" Xiang Yu sat at the table, put his elbows on the table and looked at An Sheng.

"Uncle Xiang knows people here?" Seeing Xiang Ji nodding, An Sheng continued to ask, "Then why don't you live here and go to Liyang?"

Xiang Ji shook his head: "Uncle said he wanted to move there, so Xiaozhuang and I followed."

"Then, where's your father?" An Sheng suddenly thought of this question, as if he had never met Xiang Ji and Xiang Zhuang's father.

"He - died." Xiang Ji's tone was calm.

"Ah... sorry..." An Sheng was embarrassed.

"I'm used to it." Xiang Yu smiled reassuringly at An Sheng who was sitting opposite him, signaling that he was fine.

Xiao Er's voice came from outside the door: "Guest officer, your water."

Xiang Ji got up and opened the door to bring in the water, then returned to the table: "Do you want more?"

An Sheng shook his head like a rattle: "We have dinner tonight."

"Okay, Xiaozhuang and Longqie have already gone to see what to eat, buy something small to eat." Xiang Ji went to the window and looked down, "Just came back."

"That's—" An Sheng also walked to the bed, only to see a familiar color floating into the door of the inn, "How good is our time."

After the four of them finished their dinner, they realized that they didn't leave it for Xiang Liang.

An Sheng was disdainful: "Have you ever seen a man who needs to go home for dinner after going out with friends? Especially after the meal. So, don't keep it, it's a waste."

Xiang Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, he was the one who ate the most just now, so he was the one who had to settle the score.

"I think the question we should consider now is - four people, one room, one bed, how to sleep?" An Sheng raised a fatal question.

"Five people." Xiang Ji made up the knife lightly.

But this kind of question can only be asked by An Sheng, so in the end he solved his own problem: "Everyone, don't take off your clothes, spread the quilt on the floor."

The other three agreed with the proposal, but plans often lagged behind changes.

The sky was getting dark gradually, Xiang Yu looked a little anxious, he paced around the room, and walked to the window to look down after a while.

But the sky soon became completely dark. No matter how good Xiang Ji's eyesight was, he didn't have the night vision function, and gradually he couldn't see the scene on the street clearly.

Xiang Zhuang sat on the bed and played the game An Sheng taught them with Long Qie - each with two hands, from the beginning, touch any of the other's two hands and add up, to see who gets to ten first.

Xiang Zhuang lost several rounds, and saw that Xiang Yu was dizzy when he spun around, but he didn't dare to challenge Xiang Ji's accumulated prestige, so he carefully suggested: "Brother, don't turn around. Uncle walks outside, you stay inside." Let’s go, we can’t go together.” Then he glanced at the door suggestively.

Xiang Ji didn't want to know nothing, so he walked towards the door: "I'll go out and have a look, don't run around."

As soon as the sound of Xiang Ji's footsteps disappeared from the door, Long Qi muttered: "Isn't it just because I am three months older than me, why are you pretending to be an adult?"

"Huh?" Xiang Ji's voice came from the door coldly, "What did you say?"

With a stiff expression on Longqie's face, he squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth, and turned his head slowly: "Aji, didn't you go to see Uncle Xiang?"

Xiang Ji entered the door, moved his hands back, and the door closed with a loud sound.

"Uncle is downstairs, don't look for it." Xiang Ji had already walked in front of Long Qie, looking down at him.

Long Qi giggled dryly, kept backing away, and bumped into the wall with a bang.An Sheng and Xiang Zhuang already backed away in a tacit understanding, sitting at the table drinking tea and watching the play.

Long Qi had turned his head and closed his eyes like a tragic hero, waiting for the darkness to fall, but Xiang Liang pushed the door open and saved him.

"Hurry up, pack up your things, we won't be staying here tonight." Xiang Liang rushed in and asked the four children to pack their things back into bundles.

Long Qi opened his eyes with a relaxed expression.

Xiang Ji stretched out his hand to pick up Longqie's chin, moved closer to the half-inch distance between their noses and stopped, then tilted his head, and whispered in Longqie's ear: "Let you go first." Then he left quickly, packed up own stuff.

An Sheng didn't have many things, so they were done quickly. He sat at the table with his bundle in his arms and asked Xiang Liang, "Uncle Xiang, where do you live if you don't live here at night?"

"Live at home." Xiang Liang smiled for the first time in more than three months, looking very happy.

"Uncle, have you found a good house?" Xiang Zhuang was surprised, "In the county town or in the village?"

"Idiot!" Long Qi had returned to normal, and slapped Xiang Zhuang on the back of the head, "Can you leave the city now?"

"Oh..." Xiang Zhuang rubbed his head feeling aggrieved, "I've long forgotten..."

Xiang Liang couldn't hide the smile on his face: "Let's go, I've found a small courtyard. It's not big, just three or two rooms. It's enough to live in." After speaking, he walked out of the house first, followed by Xiang Zhuang. After that, there is Xiang Ji.

Just as Long Qie was about to go out, he was pulled by An Sheng: "Huh?"

"You..." An Sheng whispered, "Are you sure we can still follow them?"

"Why not?" Long was puzzled.

"Three or two rooms, you heard it too. Don't you think we two outsiders are a bit redundant?" An Sheng was a little worried that he would be left behind, and he couldn't explain why he thought so, but before Xiang Liang was separated in a short period of time The two murders must have made him think a lot.

"You think too much." It was Xiang Ji's voice.

Xiang Ji took two steps, didn't see the two of them following up, and went back to see what happened, just in time to hear An Sheng's last words.With a slightly gloomy expression, he grabbed An Sheng's hand holding Long Qie's clothes, and walked away.

Long Qi obviously wasn't worried about An Sheng's worries, he just didn't have any friends so he asked to come with him, and the experience of the previous two years allowed him to survive no matter where he was.

But An Sheng is not like this, he doesn't have much strength, he can't read all the words, whether he has any skills, he has been attached to the Xiang family before.So if An Sheng is abandoned by the Xiang family who are struggling to get a foothold after arriving in a new place, he doesn't know if he can survive, and he may really have to go back to his old job with this body.

Xiang Ji led An Sheng downstairs without saying a word, and followed Xiang Liang and Xiang Liang's old acquaintance they met before to their new home.At the gate of the courtyard, Xiang Yu left An Sheng at the end, and pressed An Sheng against the wall after everyone else had entered.

There is no light in the back streets and alleys, but An Sheng can see the light in Xiang Ji's eyes, which is breathtaking.

"With me, I can't starve you."