The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Chapter 56

From the Great Wall to the capital, it takes at least five days' journey at a fast pace.

Anyway, the Queen's order did not imply urging, so Jiang Ming and the others rode horses and walked leisurely along the official road.

The right is to visit the mountains and rivers, and pay a visit to Wu Zetian by the way.

After staying in the desert in the clouds for a long time, there is nothing but sand in my eyes.

Suddenly came to the beautiful and rich Heluo area, and saw the green mountains and green waters.

Jiang Mingdun was pleasing to the eye, but he always felt as if he had missed something.

After a long time, he slapped his thigh suddenly, thinking: "I forgot to write poetry!"

No wonder there is always something wrong, it turns out that there is nowhere to put the soul of pretentiousness.

"Cough cough" Jiang Ming coughed dryly, looked at Li Bai: "Brother Li Bai, look at this beautiful scenery, is it worth writing a poem for us?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!"

Li Bai's eyes lit up.

He had long wanted to ask Jiang Ming about the skills of writing poems, and now Jiang Ming offered to ask him, so he naturally would not refuse.

Jiang Ming looked at Cheng Yaojin again: "What about General Cheng?"

Seeing Jiang Ming looking over, Cheng Yaojin trembled as if being scalded by something: "My fellow, this general is not interested in poetry, so you guys come and I'll just be a bystander."

Got it, this rough guy doesn't know anything about literature.

Jiang Ming slandered, and looked at Li Bai with a smile: "Brother Bai, please go first."

Li Bai didn't refuse when he heard the words, nodded his head in thought for a moment, and read out a poem intermittently.

Very ordinary, not at all the heroic spirit of the previous poetry fairy.

Shixian also evolved from ordinary poets. . .

Jiang Ming felt slightly disappointed.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Hey, Shixian hasn't become a fairy yet, so am I going to become a fairy?

The No. [-] Poet Immortal in the Tang Dynasty——Jiang Ming Jiang Daxian.

Sounds pretty good too.

"Brother Jiang Ming, it's your turn."

Li Bai was quite satisfied with his poem just now, and it was another quatrain enough to cause a sensation in Chang'an Restaurant.

But he didn't know that in front of Jiang Ming, a descendant who had read a lot of poetry and books.

This poem is weak.

"It's time for me to go on stage and play tricks, right, it's time to perform!"

Jiang Ming took a step forward, sometimes looking at the distant mountains and rivers, sometimes lowering his head and frowning in deep thought.

At first glance, he really looks like a big literati.

In fact, he was just recalling the poems he had memorized in his previous life.

After a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Just you!
"Cough cough."

After clearing his throat, Jiang Ming spoke slowly.

Li Bai, Cheng Yaojin and the two pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks. The distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I just live in this mountain."

After Jiang Ming finished reading the poem, Li Bai was stunned.

After a long time, he clapped his hands excitedly.

"It's so wet, so wet!"

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but because I am in this mountain, it's wonderful, wonderful!"

"The first two sentences are tangible, and the last two sentences are meaningful. They are truly ancient quatrains!"

Not only Li Bai, but even the illiterate Cheng Yaojin can feel the extremely compelling style of this poem.

He also really wanted to praise Jiang Ming by throwing out two nice words like Li Bai did.

NaiHe thought for a long time and only had words like "fuck" and "beautiful".

He simply followed behind Li Bai and nodded vigorously, saying: "I think so too!"

Jiang Ming looked pleased: "The two of you are overwhelmed."

Although he didn't write the poem, he has a big face.

As long as I have a thick skin, I can openly use other people's poems to pretend to be my own.

Li Bai arched his hands: "Brother Jiang Ming's literary talents are amazing, and Bai lost his heart."

Fortunately, I still feel that I have quite a literary talent, and I am not even a fart in front of Brother Jiang Ming.

Thinking of the little pride just now, Li Bai couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

. . .

At sunset, the three of them were still on the official road.

A small town suddenly appeared in front of it, with cooking smoke rising up.

"General Cheng, it's almost nightfall, why don't we rest in the small town ahead."

Jiang Ming looked at the sky and suggested.

"Okay, exactly what I want."

Cheng Yaojin nodded, and rode his horse towards the town first.

It is very common for small towns to be built on official roads.

Officials can rest temporarily in the small town, and the residents of the small town can also supplement their daily necessities with the help of official roads.

Good for both parties.

"Qianhu Town."

Jiang Ming read the name on the stone tablet at the gate of the town.

Counting the houses in the small town, there are almost a thousand households.

But there's always something weird about it.

Suddenly, Li Bai was startled and said: "In this small town of thousands of households, how can there be no one on the street?"

"Brother Li Bai, don't think too much, maybe he is used to going to bed early?"

Cheng Yaojin said carelessly.

Xin said that these literati are the most troublesome, what problems can there be in a wilderness town.

What's more, even if there are problems, there is nothing that cannot be solved with an axe. If there is, then do it again.

"But I can't even see a light..."

Li Bai was still about to say something, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him in abruptly.

"Don't be so suspicious, people are asleep, so naturally they won't turn on the lights."

Jiang Ming followed behind the two and shook his head and smiled.

Looking around, his eyes became serious.

What Li Bai said makes sense, but this place is a bit weird.

Still be careful.

After all, not everyone is as fleshy as Cheng Yaojin, who can come back full of blood after a lap on the opposite high ground.

"Is anyone there? We're looking for a place to eat and sleep!"

Entering the town, Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly.

"We pay!"

Jiang Ming added.

Several people shouted as they walked, until they reached the center of the town, no one paid any attention to them.

Suddenly there was a creaking sound, long and depressing.

The wooden door slowly opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair walked out with a cane.

His wrinkled face was like dry bark in winter, and he trembled when he walked, which made people feel anxious for him.

"I'm the mayor here, what's your business?"

The voice of the old mayor was as vicissitudes as his own. Under the dim light, Jiang Ming saw that his lips were as bright red as if he had wiped blood.

"We are from the government. We pass by here and want to stay overnight and find some food. But don't worry, we won't eat for free."

Jiang Ming spoke ahead of Cheng Yaojin, and then took out his general token to show the old man.

He deliberately emphasized that he was a member of the government, because he was afraid that the old man would be frightened by Cheng Yaojin's appearance and think they were beards on the mountain.

"Since you are from the government, follow me into the house."

The old mayor paused for a moment, and led them into a side room, "You guys sleep here, and I'll get you some food."

Jiang Ming looked at it curiously.

The interior decoration is extremely simple, except for the necessary beds, tables and chairs, there is almost nothing else.

Fortunately, it is a large bed, enough for three people to sleep.

After a while, the old mayor came back with two plates.

A total of more than ten steamed buns.

"Only steamed buns..."

Li Bai curled his lips dissatisfied.

"It's good to have something to eat in this barren mountain, why do you dislike it?"

Jiang Ming cursed with a smile, picked up a steamed bun and took a big bite.

His face changed slightly.

Also really hard.

Looks like it's been there for at least two days.

"Forget it, it's good to have a stutter."

"The old man has a small appetite, so maybe he steamed the steamed buns once and ate them for several days."

Thinking this way, Jiang Ming continued to eat.

(End of this chapter)