Beauty is too weak to be bullied

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass. "

This "Liangzhou Ci" is desolate and tragic, and it describes the nostalgia of the soldiers on the border.Of course, for Yuan He, this kind of desolation and tragedy has never been in his heart.

He not only likes the danger of Liangzhou as "the center of the world, the national vassal", but also the prosperity of "the capital of Wuliang, the city of Hexi".

Merchants gather here, spices and gems from the Western Regions, silk and porcelain from the Central Plains are piled up like mountains on the side of the street, and they are bought and sold at will.

This place is located in a pass, which attracts Tubo and Turkic raids all the year round, and the people suffer unspeakably.

One side is prosperous, the other side is iron and blood.

There are poets who often write sad words, chanting the past and cherishing the present; there are also rangers who kill the enemy with their swords, just to serve the country with blood.

Yuan He never associates with poets, because he has nothing to sing about.

Yuan He never associates with You Xia'er, because he doesn't have so many impulsive and passionate emotions.

His heart was still hot, but his blood had already cooled down.

He looked at the prosperity with cold eyes, and also looked at the sadness with cold eyes.

He can drink alone on a snowy night until he is slightly drunk, and then ride out of the city, kill a few enemies, and return happily, neither showing merit nor making a fuss, just wanting to have fun.

He can also swim in the wilderness alone on a full moon and windy night, sleeping soundly until dawn with the ground as his bed and the sky as his curtain, with the crushed wild flowers on his pillow.

Occasionally, he will stop when he meets a girl who comes to tease him on his own initiative, and will be his confidant for a day without talking about love or love.

Everyone thinks that he is lonely, but in fact he lives like a wild crane in the clouds, very comfortable and comfortable.

In the first half of his life, he had never been so free and easy. He had been suppressing his nature all the time, only living for others, and he didn't even dare to love.

Now that the old father has passed away, there is nothing important in the family, and the close ones need him to worry about, so he can do whatever he wants and just be himself.

At the end of the period of guarding, the sage once sent someone to bring a letter to confer him an official position, but he refused without hesitation.

He has a rich family property, so he doesn't have to worry about his livelihood, he still has a few old friends, relying on the merits of the past, he is a staff member and VIP of the governor of Liangzhou, living like a fish in water.

If there is any trouble, it is a monthly matchmaking letter.

This letter was sent from Shanzhou in the early years, and the object of introduction was the school-age girl from the local wealthy family in Shanzhou, and occasionally a small portrait was attached.

Yes, Dugu Buqiu knows how to paint, and the artist is very good. His paintings are not very delicate, but they can capture the important characteristics of the objects they are depicting, whether they are delicate, or stable, or gentle, or bright.

Later, she became a wealthy local woman in Guangzhou, and occasionally saw one or two noble women from foreign countries, the most beautiful orchids.

The beauties are either proficient in poetry, singing and dancing, female celebrity cooking, or doing business well, walking the rivers and lakes is full of legends.

There are young girls with cardamom years, mature and sensible married women, or widows who are deeply sad and dodder-like.

Yuan He was repulsive at first, but gradually became curious about what kind of different woman the next letter would be.

If it weren't for Dugu not seeking such a fine classification, he would have never known that there are so many differences in women in the world, just like he didn't know the differences in the beauty of flowers in the world.

There are twelve months in a year, and he receives twelve letters a year.

When the letter kept being received, it was suddenly cut off.

And at this time, Er Zhang was killed, the empress abdicated, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and the empress came to the court, but all the political affairs were heard, just like the two saints came to the court back then.

Once the emperor and the courtiers, some ministers conspired to kill Wu's clan relatives, but the new emperor refused, so they went back and forth, so people's hearts fluttered and the political situation became unstable.

Yuan He became anxious.

It's really sad to say that he worked for the empress in his early years and lived in Chang'an's underground arena all year round. Although he has a few old friends and friends, only Du Qingtan's family are the ones who are really close.

He was afraid that Dugu Buqiu and Du Qingtan would be involved in an accident.

At this time, it seems that it is not appropriate to write a letter to inquire about safety. The best way is to go there in person.

A bachelor has nothing superfluous, but a simple bag can be carried on the back of the horse, and he can set off.

He did not dare to go to the two capitals, because his previous status was too special, presumably the new emperor did not want to see him enter the capital.

He led the horse and took two servants to the ferry of the Yellow River, took a boat along the route that Dugu Buqiu and Du Qingtan had traveled earlier, entered the sea along the river, changed to a larger boat, and entered Guangzhou.

It was the rainy season, humid and hot, and the master and servant three had prickly heat rash on their bodies, which was so itchy that they couldn't live in peace all day long, as if there were hundreds of insects crawling on their bodies.

After Yuan He landed, the first thing he did was to seek medical advice.

He was not short of money, but he was afraid of trouble, so he chose the largest and most luxurious pharmacy on the street for treatment.

The light rain on the street is like crisp, there are not many pedestrians and patients, and the pharmacy is a bit cold.

The servant walked in first, but seeing no one in the shop, he knocked on the door with his whip and shouted loudly, "Shopkeeper? Shopkeeper?"

A person's head protruded from behind the tall counter, and the delicate and crisp voice of a woman rang out neatly: "What are you shouting about, look this way!"

It was a woman in men's clothing and a head-dress, with a snow-white complexion and profound features, unlike ordinary Han people.

The servant explained the purpose of her visit, and she came out from behind the counter and said: "The doctor sitting in the hall has something to do and has gone home. If the guest is not too troublesome, please wait a moment. I will send someone to call the doctor. You are such an ordinary ailment. Just prescribe a prescription, adjust internally and externally wash.”

As he got closer, Yuanhe saw that this woman was quite tall, only a little shorter than him, and there was a little bit of gray-blue in her eyeballs, which was very special.

Most likely, it is the mixed blood of the rich merchants of Fanbang and the people of Tang Dynasty.

Although it is rare, it is not uncommon. Even he himself has Hu people's blood in his ancestors.

Therefore, Yuanhe only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

The woman led them to a seat, poured a glass of water, put out two or three kinds of pastries, and asked with a smile, "Look at the clothes you wear, have you just arrived in Guangzhou?"

The weather in Guangzhou is hot, and the clothes of the local people are generally thin. Only three of them came from the cold Liangzhou. From winter to summer in one month, the clothes can't suddenly become thinner, so they covered their whole body with prickly heat.

Yuan He nodded slightly: "Yes."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk too much, the woman left with a tactful smile: "Please sit down, my guest. I'll send him to the doctor right away."

Yuan He watched her go out, and in a local dialect he didn't understand, he told a servant to go out quickly, then turned back, and laughed at Yan Yan: "The three of you have come from a long way, and there is not enough water and cakes to add. money."

Yuan He nodded slightly, bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly, thanking her for her kindness.