The most unlucky crossing in history

"What's going on?" Zhong Qiyun walked to the bow of the boat, looked at the few heads confronting Yang Xiangdong, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Several Cangtou looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say, one of the young boys named Zhang Sheng was very angry when he saw this, he stood up directly and said: "Boss, I am not confused with you, I really don't know why you want to I took such a little girl with me when I sailed in the sea. Among the men, there is such a girl. What does it sound like? Speaking of which, you take it with you, so let her stay in the house and don’t let her come out. Tell us what to do, the sea is so dangerous, if something goes wrong, not only the goods will be lost, but our lives will also be lost!"

Zhong Qiyun glanced at Yang Xiangdong who gritted his teeth and kept silent with his round almond eyes.

Then he looked at Zhang Sheng and said, "Do you know who she is?"

Zhang Sheng was startled when he heard the words, he thought to himself that this new owner is really shameless, protecting Xiaoqinger to such an extent, and making them who do things shout out loud, right?But even if he thought so, he didn't dare to say it, and kept silent.

How could Zhong Qiyun not know what he was thinking, and said sharply: "She is the leader of this voyage I appointed, do you remember?"

Zhang Sheng refused to accept it, and said: "But..."

"No, but! Guan Dai is the person who sails with the boat, and she obeys her whether to go, stop, go east or west! Have you forgotten?!"

After all, Zhang Sheng was just a half-grown boy, and when Zhong Qiyun yelled at him like this, he froze in place, daring not to speak.

After Zhong Qiyun finished speaking, he turned to Yang Xiangdong again, "What did you just say?"

"I let them shake the roll and continue south..."

Yang Xiangdong spoke in a low voice, as if he had no confidence, Zhong Qiyun frowned slightly, and said sternly: "You are a tube belt, with such a low voice, who can hear you? Louder!"

Yang Xiangdong's eyes turned red.

Before Zhong Qiyun asked her what decision she had made, she trusted her first. On the contrary, she was useless and couldn't persuade others. Thinking of this, Yang Xiangdong's heart shook, and he looked up at everyone in front of him: "I let them shake Keep going south!!"

Zhong Qiyun smiled slightly: "Why go south?"

"Master, in July and August, the wind direction has changed. This is a sign that the southeast monsoon is coming in advance. There won't be any rain in the southeast during the month. We have to shake it quickly, otherwise we will delay the time. If the rain arrives, we will not be able to Arrive at Jianzhou on time, the cargo of this ship will lose money! And the southeast wind has come, we have to arrive at Jianzhou as soon as possible

, delivered the goods, and then borrowed the wind to return to Hangzhou City. "

Zhong Qiyun nodded, looked at the stunned heads behind him, and said, "But did you hear that?"

Zhang Sheng never thought that there was such a reason, he stared blankly at Yang Xiangdong, and when he saw Yang Xiangdong looking over, he blushed, hurriedly turned to another place, and said in a low voice: "I heard..."

Zhong Qiyun doesn't dislike this kind of prickly boy, at least he knows how to admit his mistakes. He patted Zhang Sheng on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you quickly put away the sails and turn around? If you really go back to Yuhuan, I will be able to I beat you hard."

"Yes......"

After rushing for two or three days, Zhong Qiyun didn't have a good rest, and arrived at Jianzhou Port on the fifth day of August.The merchant who received the goods rushed back quickly. Zhong Qiyun was afraid that the rain would come early, so he unloaded and loaded the goods together.

After finishing everything and resting for half a day, Yang Fan went back to Hangzhou. On the way back, he didn't command the fleet anymore, and handed everything over to Yang Xiangdong.

After that day, the little girl became more cheerful. Although she was still a little restrained, she never encountered any difficulties.

However, it was beyond Zhong Qiyun's expectations. Yang Xiangdong expected that the rain in the southeast this year would come early, so he let the fleet roll and set sail all the way in a hurry on the return journey, which really avoided the heavy rain.

The fleet landed smoothly, and it was only August [-]th when it arrived in Hangzhou City. Except for the few days in Zhancheng where he was hiding from pirates, this time was indeed the fastest time for Zhong Qiyun to travel by sea.

After this time, Yang Xiangdong relied on his ability to eat, and the boatmen were convinced when they recognized this point. After they got off, they spread the word around, joking: "This girl Yang looks gentle and reserved, but she is very courageous inside. Men don't like it." She dared to sail like this, but she calmly directed us."

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, Zhong Qiyun gave everyone a day off, booked the largest restaurant in Hangzhou City, and invited the Zhong family fleet to the restaurant to have a reunion with more than [-] tables. meal.

He Minqing and others who went to Zhucheng to discuss business recently also rushed back.

Talk about wine and enjoy the moon and flowers, so it's so lively.

On the same day, in Jingzhao City, in the imperial city, Emperor Feng Zheng invited civil and military officials, the five Uighur princes, and envoys who were negotiating peace to celebrate the festival together, and the atmosphere was quite different.

The fifth prince, Ye Hezhe, who is located first on the lower right of Emperor Fengzheng, is already the future prince of the Uyghur despite his rank. This fifth prince was in his twenties, and he was the one who defeated the Northwest Army in May.

He has an arrogant personality, but he is really a general

Although it was Shi Qingnan's mistake in leading the army that led to the defeat, but Ye Hezhe used [-] to fight against the Northwest army of [-]. If it is not for his ability, it is still difficult to win.

From the standpoint of the Uighur, this man has indeed won a beautiful battle.

Xie Wenyuan took a look at Ye Hezhe, the Uighur, and stopped looking. Today's mid-autumn night, the smell in the air was somewhat uncomfortable.

Wei Hechao, who was seated under the right prince of Emperor Fengzheng and the second prince, raised his glass to compliment Ye Hezhe after Feng Zhengdi exchanged greetings with Na Ye Hezhe: "Dazhu and Uighur have been friends for a hundred years, and now they are talking again. Harmony is the great fortune of the people of the two countries, and the great achievement of the emperor and the Uighurs."

Ye Hezhe looked at Wei Hechao in front of him, and said with a smile, "You are Wei Hechao, the prime minister of the current Daqing Dynasty?"

Wei Hechao bowed his head and smiled, "Exactly."

"I've heard about Prime Minister Wei's name for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Ye Hezhe, a high-ranking official in the Daqing Dynasty, had already been investigated by someone, and he was also extremely interested in this person.

"Wei has long heard that there is a god of war in the Uyghur who has never lost a battle. When I saw him today, he really looked like a hero. He was admirable."

Ye Hezhe drank the wine with a smile, and accepted the title of 'God of War', "I also heard that your country's General Xie Chengxie is world-class in martial arts and uses soldiers like a god, but it's a pity that he has never met him on the battlefield. Compete with him..."

While talking, he shook his head and sighed, "Hey, it's a pity...it's a pity..."

How could Feng Zheng not know what he meant when he heard the words?This time the Uighur prince intends to compete with the strongest soldiers of the Daqing Dynasty, and now it is the stage of peace talks. If he wins, he will call the God of War just now. face, a dilemma.

not to mention......

Emperor Feng Zheng looked at Xie Cheng who had not said a word since he came to this hall, and even had an angry face.

Although Xie Cheng is young and worthy of being the number one military general in Daqing, he is now over 45 years old, and has been injured in no less than ten places on the battlefield over the years...

And the Uighur is already a martial artist, and the fifth prince in front of him is a first-class Uighur master, and he is in his prime... I am afraid that Xie Cheng will not be able to hold him now.

Emperor Feng Zheng sighed, but couldn't think of how to deal with it.

It was a little cold in the field for a while. Seeing this, the Uighur envoy felt sarcasm in his heart, and was about to say a few words, when Xie Cheng stood up with a sneer.

Although Xie Cheng is over 45, but as a general who has practiced martial arts for a long time, he still has an upright posture and a voice like a bell, "What does the prince mean, if the old man is right, it means that you want to compete with the old man?"

When Xie Cheng stood up

, Emperor Feng Zheng frowned, but before he could attack, Xie Wenyuan stood up, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

The emperor's eyebrows softened slightly, and he replied, "Say it."

Xie Wenyuan bowed and said: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival night in my court, it is the day of reunion and joy in the Great Dawn Dynasty, I didn't want to do something like this..."

Now that Xie Wenyuansheng has become Minister of the Minister, but he still holds the positions of Minister of Punishment and Minister of Rites. When it comes to what should be done and what should not be done on festivals, he naturally has the most say.

Ye Hezhe didn't expect such a person to jump out, and he was not happy, so he said: "This is?"

Emperor Feng Zheng said: "Oh, right now, this is my minister of the imperial court and minister of rites, Xie Wenyuan and Xie Shilang."

Since Ye Hezhe was determined to attack Dazhe, he naturally knew a lot about the etiquette system of officials like Dazhang. The Ministry of Rituals was in charge of handovers and etiquette assistants, which seemed useless to him.

Ye Hezhe was disdainful in his heart, but he couldn't get angry. He looked at Xie Wenyuan and said, "Then...according to Xie Shilang...is it incomparable right now?"

Xie Wenyuan shook his head: "If you follow the etiquette system, it's really not possible, but I think Prince Ye Hezhe didn't want to fight and kill on the reunion night, but just wanted to learn from my big general. The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival is naturally allowed. Prince Ye Hezhe is my distinguished guest, and he wants to make an eternal friendship with the Uyghurs. Only by respecting the Uighur traditions can he show his intention to make friends. But... "

Ye Hezhe narrowed his eyes, "But what?"

"As I said just now, you are a distinguished guest of our court, and the general is also a good general of our court. No matter the outcome of this duel, one party will definitely suffer some injuries. It is really not good."

With that said, Xie Wenyuan faced Emperor Feng Zheng, cupped his hands and bowed: "Your Majesty, I thought, if I choose other generals from my court to compete with the Uighur warriors empty-handed, it will ensure the safety of the prince and the general. Secondly, it can also add to the fun of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and open the eyes of the ministers to see the beauty of Uighur martial arts."

Such a rhetoric not only showed his generosity, but also praised Uighur martial arts.

Emperor Feng Zheng smiled and said: "This is quite good," he said, looking at the prince again, and said, "Prince Ye Hezhe, what do you think?"

Ye Hezhe thought for a while, but he didn't know what he thought of, and said with a smile: "Of course I listen to His Majesty the Emperor."

Emperor Feng Zheng nodded slightly, telling Xie Cheng and Xie Wenyuan to step back.

Over there, Ye Hezhe also turned his body slightly, and said a few words in Uighur to the burly entourage beside him, and the entourage clicked

He turned his head and took a big stride to the center of the field.

"This is one of my followers, named Zhong Da, let him fight this time." As he spoke, he glanced around, "I don't know who Daqing is going to send to fight?"

After Xie Cheng stepped back, he glanced at Xie Wenyuan over there, and then pushed the young general beside him out.

"I am Jiang Hupin, a young general under General Xie's command, who has met a strong man."

Zhongda over there made a gesture of invitation when he heard the words, and without waiting for Jiang Hupin to return the gift, he attacked first. Jiang Hupin was startled, and hurriedly swung himself to avoid the blow...

There were dozens of rounds coming and going in the first battle, Xie Wenyuan drank tea slowly, seemingly not paying attention, but he took in all the ways of this man, the entourage was full of strength, but also nimble.The fist is the way of the Uighur country, fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it seems that he often fights with people, and is very good at attacking people's weaknesses. This fighting method, Xie Wenyuan's eyes moved, and Zhong Qiyun The kind of fierce fighting was somewhat similar, but it was more murderous than Zhong Qiyun's, and it was also much more powerful.

And look at that Jiang Hupin... being able to be brought by Xie Cheng's side like this is indeed a good skill to learn all over the body. Although he has suffered several secret injuries in dealing with this follower, he can still handle it.

However, this round seems to be a draw at the moment, but if the fight continues for a long time, Jiang Hupin is afraid that he will lose to Zhong Da who is rolling over in the fighting arena.

Unexpectedly, after another moment, Jiang Hupin was exhausted and lost.

Xie Wenyuan looked at Ye Hezhe, who was talking with Emperor Feng Zheng with a smile on his face, and thought coldly, in the current situation, it should be considered a good thing that Jiang Hupin lost, at least in the peace negotiation stage, let It is a good thing that the Uighur future prince is happier.

Thinking of this, Xie Wenyuan drank another glass of wine.

Standing behind Xie Wenyuan, Zhang Hong was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only lower his head not to look at the arrogant Uighurs over there.This Jiang Hupin can be regarded as his old acquaintance, and he has some abilities, but he is more than a little bit worse than that of Xie Wenyuan. If he just went up...

But even thinking about it like this, he still knows that some things can't be rushed in the current situation of the adults, let alone the military general who won the Uighur as a civil servant...

Now that the winner or loser has been decided, even if the Chinese officials in the Daqing Dynasty are not happy, they still have to smile and compliment the Uighur.

Prince Uighur was not a fool, so he accepted it as soon as it was good, "I had so much fun today, and I Uighur also brought a treasure that I want to send to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Oh? Prince Ye Hezhe has a heart."

Ye He Zhewen

In a word, someone sent the "treasure" up, and on top of the vines on the shoulders of the four of them, sat a Uighur beauty with a veil covering her face and her waist and legs exposed.

She was dressed in a Uighur autumn smoke dress that was as red as fire, and her exposed neck was somewhat plain white, which is rare for a big girl. She has a slender waist, soft steps, and deep and exotic eyes. The locals were fascinated.

That's right, there were a lot of deserts in Uighur that time, except for beautiful jade and beauties, there were no good things. It is reasonable for Ye Hezhe to send beauties.

The sedan chair was thrown down, and the beauties danced gracefully, swinging their waists, which was extremely seductive. This kind of dance was indeed rare in the Daqing Dynasty, and a few civil servants in the hall who were not sincere even looked straight at it.

After the dance, the beauty took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face, and knelt down to Emperor Feng Zheng, who clapped his hands and said in succession: "Okay, ok, ok——!"

"It really is a treasure, this appearance is really gorgeous!"

Ye Hezhe stood up with a smile, and replied: "As long as His Majesty likes it."

The mid-autumn feast was not enjoyable, and when the banquet was about to end, Ye Hezhe suddenly turned his head and asked Emperor Feng Zheng a question.

"Just now, I just heard from the envoys around me that this Minister Xie is actually the eldest son of General Xie?"

Emperor Feng Zheng replied: "Yes, it is Xie Changzi."

"Oh?" Ye Hezhe suddenly felt that he had been tricked by this man, and he was slightly angry, and said: "As the son of a general, this Xie Shilang must also have excellent martial arts skills, why don't we find another day?" Let's discuss it?"

Xie Wenyuan saw that the words were thrown at him, stood up and responded: "Prince Ye Hezhe was joking, although I am the son of a general, but my talent is blunt, I don't have much talent in martial arts, and I don't know martial arts, so I became a civil servant. .”

"No martial arts?" Ye Hezhe sized Xie Wenyuan up and asked again.

"That's right." Xie Wenyuan said calmly, without blushing and heartbeat when telling lies, "This has swept away Prince Ye Hezhe's Yaxing."

Before the age of 16, Xie Wenyuan was both literate and martial. This was still a topic of conversation in Jingzhao City, but after the [-]th year, no one saw him practicing martial arts. Therefore, everyone in the hall now thinks that he has stopped practicing martial arts. When Xie Wenyuan mentioned it like this, he believed it to be true.

The second prince on the side also smiled and said: "Xie Shilang really doesn't know martial arts."

Seeing this, Ye Hezhe shook his head and smiled, "It's a pity that the general's son is not Wu."

He sighed, but couldn't hide the contempt in his words.

Xie Wenyuan didn't react at all, but Xie Cheng was trembling with anger.

After the banquet, the road

When Bian Xie asked Yuan's side, he said sharply: "Today, you come home with me!"

Xie Wenyuan lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

After leaving the palace, the father and son sat in the carriage without saying a word. When they arrived at the general's mansion, the gate was closed, and Xie Cheng attacked without saying a word.

Xie Wenyuan's eyes froze, he quickly moved away and blocked Xie Cheng's next attack for a moment, retreated two steps, Xie Wenyuan narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

Xie Cheng sternly said: "Don't you know martial arts? You just refused to show your skills in front of the enemy's embarrassment. What are you hiding now?!"

Xie Wenyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he no longer dodged. When Xie Cheng attacked, he also went up to meet him.

No matter how much people in the Ren family exclaimed, they couldn't stop the father and son. Zhang Hong and Jiang Hupin who came with them wanted to separate them, but they were beaten out instead.

The last time I fought with Xie Cheng empty-handed was the year when I left home, and now I fight again, after more than a hundred moves, Xie Cheng is slowly defeated.

Xie Cheng's face was ashen, and he also slowed down, quietly looking at Xie Wenyuan who was only slightly out of breath.

His heart ached, after such a fight, he could see that his eldest son had never fallen behind in martial arts in these years, and even surpassed him, but...

Xie Cheng's temper was a little slower, but he still had a serious face similar to Xie Wenyuan's: "If that's the case, why did he just let him humiliate my Xie family?"

Xie Wenyuan didn't answer, but only took a deep look at Xie Cheng.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Cheng has always disliked the behavior of civil servants, and even more disliked Xie Wenyuan, who resembled his deeply thoughtful grandfather's eyebrows and eyes. He snorted, "Why didn't you answer me? Now that I'm the servant, You don't even need to respect your father?"

"I've said it all those years ago, so what else is there to say? It seems that my father came here just to find out about my weakness. Now that I've done it, I'll go back to the Shangshu Mansion first. .” After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

When Xie Wenyuan mentioned this, Xie Cheng's anger surged again: "So, you will learn from Wei Hechao's way, and learn how you rented out? You will fight against my father and son in the court hall, Uighur Xie's family can't bear such aggression, but you can bear it!"

"Forbearance?" Xie Wenyuan paused, and after a while he said: "Father, why can't you see through, it's not the world of generals at all..." Xie Wenyuan closed his eyes, "On the court, What difference does it make?"

After all, without waiting for Xie Cheng to ask again, when his half-brother and the general's wife came, he pushed open the door and stepped out of the general's mansion.

Shangshu's mansion is not far from the general's mansion, but

It's not too close, when Xie Wenyuan returned to the mansion, it was already close to ugly time.

The mansion was deserted and deserted, and there were not many people in sight, Xie Wenyuan suddenly remembered that today's Mid-Autumn Festival, except for a few important doormen, he let the servants in the mansion go back to their hometown for reunion.

Having spent a while with Xie Cheng just now, he didn't feel sleepy now, so he went to the moon-watching pavilion on the rockery in the mansion to look at the full moon in the sky.I don't know what to think.

After a while, the doorman who was still on duty rushed up and delivered a package of things, "My lord, someone sent this before you entered the palace. I didn't want to accept it, but the man said it was an important item. If you don't accept it , something went wrong..."

Speaking of this, the doorman carefully looked at Xie Wenyuan, hesitant to speak.

Xie Wenyuan looked back at the somewhat familiar silk and satin, frowned, and after a while he sighed slightly, and took it.

"You go down."

"Yes."

After the doorman walked away, Xie Wenyuan opened the package, an exquisite snack box, two jugs of wine, and a letter.

There were three mooncakes of different styles in the dim sum box, and the wine was Osmanthus East Wine that slowly overflowed with the fragrance of osmanthus. Xie Wenyuan opened the letter.

The letter wrote: "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival when I arrived in Youzhou. I raised a glass to drink with my friends. I would like to wish Brother Yuan health, reunion, and joy in the Mid-Autumn Festival."

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