Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 38: Is the temple high (7)

Wang Mu was shocked. When he just left the house, he thought Han Zhuo had been with them all the time, but he didn't notice it, but he didn't expect that the teacher didn't take Han Zhuo with him.

Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise... Wang Mu would not dare to think about it anymore.

But, at this time, the teacher called out Han Zhuo, why?

"Ride out of the city, head east, and find a student on the way to Nanyang. He was wearing my white fox fur, maybe named Zhao Cheng, maybe Liu Xiu, or maybe... will give me some other name..." Wang Mang took a deep breath, his chest was undulating. After a while, he finally said softly: "Forget it, don't care about the name. No matter what, the fox fur is the only one. Then, kill him and come to see me with his head. Quick."

"Yes, Lord." Han Zhuo didn't ask a second question, just nodded slightly, and then flashed out of the door. In an instant, he disappeared.

"Teacher...?!" Wang Mu was shocked and looked at the teacher in disbelief.

Obviously... in so many years, I finally met a young man with such a good qualification that made him have the idea of ​​entrusting his ideal, so why did he let Han Zhuo kill him now?

Just... because of a name, a surname? But in this world, there have never been so many descendants of the Liu clan who have paid so much attention to one of them.

It's like facing a great enemy.

"Don't ask." Wang Mang turned around and waved his hand gently at Wang Mu. His face was full of fatigue: "Zihe, don't ask."

"...Yes, teacher." Even though he was full of doubts, Wang Mu could only press them into his chest.

"Just here... wait with me. Wait for Han Zhuo... to bring his head."

Wang Mang staggered to the side of the case step by step, sat down slowly while holding several cases, his eyes lost their focus and he never spoke again.

...

Although the wind and snow had stopped, the snow on the road was still deep to the knees. The horse riding was just ordinary, with the horse's hooves deep and shallow in the snow. After walking east after a long time out of the city, it was only more than twenty miles before it was already out of breath.

But Nanyang is still a thousand miles away.

Liu Xiu raised his head and looked at the sky. Although the thick clouds were still dense, it was still vaguely obvious that it was almost evening.

Liu Xiu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Today, I have been delayed by the heavy snow and snow for so long, but I am afraid I can't go far.

Fortunately, there is a small market in front of the road at this moment. I would rather find an inn to rest and hurry up tomorrow.

Since he had made a decision, Liu Xiu rode his horse toward the small market ahead.

This market is only more than twenty miles away from Chang'an, so the scale is quite reasonable. In addition to the residential vendors, there is actually an inn.

However, in this small market, it is naturally not a decent place. Although it is an inn, it is just a small yard, surrounded by a few houses, not even a name. A shed is built on half of the yard, with more than a dozen tables and chairs, serving some crude wine and food. Those houses are the so-called guest rooms.

Liu Xiu was wearing the white fox fur and got off at the inn door, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The fox fur is pure white all over, and even a piece of miscellaneous hair cannot be found. Even those who don’t know the goods can see that it is worth more than a thousand gold. However, Liu Xiu was wearing such a precious fox fur, but there was not even a follower around him. This journey was really strange.

Although this small market is too close to Chang'an, it is impossible to guarantee which high-ranking official is in the mood, and it is possible to travel at will. However, which high-ranking official is the only one who goes out? Besides, Liu Xiu's appearance looks really weak, which immediately attracts a bunch of hot eyes with envy and doubt.

Liu Xiu hurriedly got off the horse, walked into the shed and sat down, and asked the shop for some simple food at will. Naturally, there was no decent food in this small place. Soon, a bowl of wheat rice and a plate of boiled amaranth were placed in front of Liu Xiu.

Before Liu Xiu could raise his chopsticks, he suddenly felt a look of gaze. He raised his head and glanced around him. The corner of his eyes suddenly swept to an outside the inn gate, a figure beside the road.

A man in ragged clothes and dirt on his face, and could not tell his age was squatting in the corner of the road. At this moment, the ground was covered with snow, so he could only hold his whole body tightly, put his body into a ball, and lean against a tree and shivering.

But only his eyes were astonishingly bright, staring at the food in front of Liu Xiu. Even though he passed through the entire street and courtyard, it still shone brightly.

It was already the simplest and most crude food. However, the man looked over and seemed to be the most delicious food in the world.

Is it a beggar?

Liu Xiu thought so in his heart.

"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, you can give that person a meal. It's the same as me." Liu Xiu felt compassion in his heart, and raised his head to call the storekeeper: "It's counted on my account."

Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days. Although Liu Xiu was just a student, his brother was already a overlord in Wancheng. He naturally brought a lot of money by ordering people on weekdays. Liu Xiu never liked to spend money randomly, so he naturally had a lot of savings. Now it's just a simple meal, so it's no problem.

The store owner frowned and looked at Liu Xiu. After confirming it repeatedly, he reluctantly brought a meal, walked out of the yard and placed it in front of the man.

Liu Xiu looked at the man in the corner in surprise at the food in front of him, but did not move his chopsticks, but raised his head and looked at Liu Xiu. In his eyes, it turned out to be...

anger!

Then, he actually left the food in place, without moving for a moment, stood up and walked towards the shed shakingly.

"Your Excellency... why are you so humiliating?" He stood in front of Liu Xiu, bowed with trembling body, and spoke. His voice was very low and mild, obviously because of his lack of energy due to hunger, but even though his voice was low, the tone of his words was full of anger.

"Hurt..." Liu Xiu looked at him blankly, unable to touch his mind: "When will I... humiliate you?"

"Even if you are in a down-and-out position, you are still a Confucian scholar! The beggars in Qi State know that if they do not eat food given by pity, is it worse than even a beggar in your eyes?"

The man walked to Liu Xiu and Liu Xiucai saw his face clearly. Although he was covered in dirt, he was actually not very old, just like himself.

More importantly, his conversations did not look like a beggar at all. Not only did he speak elegantly, but he also knew the allusion of food that was lamented in the Book of Rites.

"Depending on your appearance, you should be a high-ranking official. However, even if your status is very different, is it not worth eating with your deskmate and can only eat on the ground next to the road? If you give such pity, then you don't want it!"
Chapter completed!