The Beacon of Kyushu

Chapter 87 Pretending to be an officer and wearing white dragon fish clothing

Ten miles away from Zhuozhou, a compact loess road winds around a mound and leads to a small town in the distance.At noon in midsummer, the weather was extremely hot, and there were bursts of calls of cicadas from the bushes on the mound, which made people inexplicably irritable.

Farmers dislike the heat and no one wants to go out to cultivate, travelers dislike the heat and no one wants to drive at noon, and traders dislike the heat and no one wants to set off at noon.Therefore, there was not even a single person on the loess road at this time, and it seemed extraordinarily deserted.

Suddenly, a fast horse galloped across the loess road, raising a cloud of dust like a whirlwind in the air.This is a one-in-a-million steed. At this moment, he is so tired that he is sweating profusely, his mouth is constantly foaming, and he is dying.But the man on the horse still felt that the horse was slow, and frequently waved the whip in his hand, constantly urging the horse to continue galloping forward.

The steed galloped for another moment, but couldn't take it anymore, let out a mournful cry of "Xi Liu Liu", and then fell to the ground with a loud crash.The middle-aged man on the horse seemed to be exhausted, and as the horse fell to the ground, the blouse that had already been soaked in sweat and blood was immediately covered with mud.

This middle-aged man is full of dignity, and he should be a very respectable person.But at this moment, his face was pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, although the sharp arrow on his buttocks had been broken, the wound was still oozing blood.He was already in pain and tired, but after this fall, he ignored the dust on his body and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

It took him a long time to catch his breath and slowly get up from the ground.He looked back at the way he had come, and then at Tokyo, which was hundreds of miles away, with tears welling up in his eyes.While stomping his feet, he muttered to himself in a low voice, with endless remorse and grief in his heart.

At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes on the loess road behind him, and the "creaking" sound of wheels rolling over the dirt road.When the middle-aged man heard this voice, deep fear appeared in his eyes, he could no longer care about crying and remorse, and continued to run forward without turning his head.

At this moment, he was extremely tired, not to mention competing with the carriage behind him, even if he was asked to walk slowly, even if he hadn't walked three or five miles, he would fall to the ground from exhaustion.What's more terrible is the three deep arrow wounds on his buttocks. Although the body of the arrow has been broken by him, the arrow is still stuck in his buttocks. Every step he takes, blood drips down his buttocks. Make him scream.

The sound of the carriage was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, it was two or three feet behind him. The middle-aged man knew that he could not escape no matter what, so he simply pulled out the long sword from his waist, and stared at the carriage behind him.

When he turned around, he realized that the carriage behind him was nothing but a donkey pulling a cart.This donkey is very vigorous, kicking away with four kicks, like a horse driving a shaft.The driver was a handsome and elegant young man, whose aura did not match this dilapidated donkey cart. Only his shabby clothes and the cheap goods on the cart showed that he came from a poor family. of small traders.

This elegant young man was driving a donkey cart, holding a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and was reading it with great interest, completely oblivious to the middle-aged man on the road.In a short while, the donkey cart came in front of this person and almost hit him.

Although the middle-aged man was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and his buttock was injured by an arrow, his martial arts were not bad, so he avoided the donkey cart by wiping his body.The young man driving the cart was startled by the middle-aged man's hand. He hurriedly stopped the donkey cart, cupped his hands and said, "Dare to ask the official's name, but you want to go to Gu'an County not far ahead?"

The middle-aged man said without hesitation: "Zhen..." He just said a word, then realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words: "It's really... really hot, if this little brother is willing to give me a ride, I'd love it! "

The young man who drove the car hesitated, and said: "You don't dare to report your name, how dare I take you casually? If you are a bad person and try to kill someone on the road, wouldn't it be very worthwhile?"

The middle-aged thought for a moment, and said: "My surname is Du, and my name is Tingyi. I am a military general under the command of Emperor Zhao Guangyi of the Great Song Dynasty. I lost a battle at the front yesterday and was hunted down by the Liao army, so I rushed all the way here without stopping. Now The horse has run away to death, and I was worried that I couldn't rush to Tokyo, so I met my little brother."

The young man driving the cart nodded and said: "Xiaosheng Lu Mengzheng, whose name is Shenggong, lives in Luoyang. He was originally a scholar. However, his family is poor and his mother is sick in bed, so he has to go out to do some business. If you don't mind this donkey If the car is broken, just get in the car and lie down, and I will give you a ride!"

Du Tingyi hurriedly said gratefully: "Thank you, when I return to Tokyo, I will definitely benefit from you!" After he finished speaking, he got into the donkey cart and was about to lie down on the cart and have a good sleep, but when his butt hit the cart board, it hurt He let out a scream.He hurriedly turned over and lay on his side on the donkey cart, and then he fell asleep comfortably.

Seeing this, Lu Meng smiled slightly, picked up the book with one hand, and patted the donkey's buttocks with the other, and the donkey cart drove forward slowly. He continued to read the broken "Analects of Confucius" with relish.

(End of this chapter)