Prison Dragon

March 26th is Yang You's birthday, but he is very lonely. People from Taichang Temple wanted to get together with him, but he refused.

Ruifang and Yang Yuchun also planned to hold a small banquet for him, but he also vetoed it.

All day long, he was talking about mysterious and mysterious things with Lu Shanjian.

Lu Shanjian also wanted to follow him to the southwest.

He is 60 years old, and Yang You can't bear to let him run around, not to mention going to the southwest, besides the road danger, there will be some man-made disasters.It was also inconvenient to take Lu Shanjian with him.If something happens along the way, it will be troublesome.

This is also the same consideration for him not bringing a maid.

Lu Shanjian couldn't stay in the palace all the time, so Yang You packed it up for him, so that he could also enter the palace after Yang You left, taking advantage of Hongguang's convenience.

As a Buddhist sect, the Thanksgiving Temple also has the idea of ​​promoting the vastness. Although Lu Shanjian has returned to vulgarity, his old feelings are still there. After staying in the temple for most of his life, he has integrated with the Buddhist temple.

It's just that the newly grown hair has to be shaved off again.

Yang You prepared for the trip step by step.

He had nothing to worry about in the capital, so he had a drink with Yang Xiu before leaving, and then went to burn incense in front of Yang Niu's spiritual tablet.

At the beginning of April, he left the capital.

People from Taichang Temple went to the Changting Pavilion outside the city to see him off together, and Laolao saw off the guest at the sad place in the world.

Although it is a good thing for Yang You to travel thousands of miles to seek fame and fame, life and death are unpredictable in the end. The mountains are high and the roads are far away.

There was a chill on his chest——Ao Chen tied all five dragon scales into a string and hung them around Yang You's neck. This enigmatic aesthetic made Yang You speechless.

At this moment, Yang You's heart was extremely peaceful, without confusion or loss, a voice called him firmly, telling him to move forward.

Pang Chao played "The Broken Willow".

It happened to be late spring, and Shang Luo handed him the green willow branches, and said earnestly: "I have traveled thousands of miles, so I should cherish it."

Yang You knelt down and kowtowed to him.

Yang Yuchun helped him into the car, he turned his head and glanced at Lidu in the drizzle and mist, the gorgeous capital was washed away in the mist and exaggeration, and became a little more lingering.

On the roof of the tall tower, a black figure stood there far away, with a straight back and black hair fluttering in the wind.

Yang You stretched out his hand, and the lingering raindrops fell on the palm of his hand. He said silently to Ao Chen—wait for me.

It was too far away, he couldn't see the silhouette and expression of the black figure clearly, he could only see him standing there quietly, and that was enough.

He got in the car, Yang Yuchun sat in the car with him, Lao Hei was driving the car outside, and the rest of the motorcade was behind him.Yang Ting sent two generals of the Forbidden Army with two hundred soldiers to guard them.

As soon as Lao Hei raised his whip, he heard a belated rattling of horseshoes.

Yang You lifted the curtain of the car, and a black horse galloped out from the gate, and a thin old man in white was riding on the horse.

Zhang Taifu? !

Didn't he go out for a long time without seeing any customers?

Yang You hurriedly got out of the car and stood outside, Zhang Taifu came on horseback and stopped slowly beside his carriage.

In less than a month, Zhang Taifu, who was originally hale and hearty, was already senile.

His white hair and beard were disheveled by the wind, and he clutched a cloth bag tightly in his hand.

Yang You saluted.

Zhang Taifu only handed the cloth bag to Yang You, and Yang You took a look, it seemed that it contained germinated seeds, but the sprouts were crushed by Zhang Taifu, and the grass juice exuded a fragrance.

Yang You looked at Zhang Taifu in puzzlement.

Zhang Taifu looked up at the sky, and said with a sigh: "I took this from the next year's spring seeds in the disaster area and gave it to His Highness the Eighth Prince..."

He choked up and couldn't speak for a while.

Yang You also bowed his head in silence.

"Ai! Ai! Ai!" Taifu Zhang sighed three times, and insisted: "I was too hasty. I didn't expect that I have waited for a lifetime, but I can't wait for these few days. It's time and fate! Your Highness will take care of himself in the future, if it is useful. Go to the old place..."

"That's all!" He said halfway and waved his hands, "A crippled body, dying..."

Yang You was heartbroken, but birth, old age, sickness and death were beyond human power, so he could only say: "Teacher, please take care of yourself."

"Go!" Taifu Zhang returned to his horse.

Yang You got into the car and set off.

Shang Luo smiled and said to Zhang Chengwang: "How is the Taifu these days?"

Zhang Chengwang glanced at him right away, "I still remember you kid, you really have skills."

When Shangluo entered the cabinet, he was still young, and Zhang Chengwang was no more than destiny. It was the youngest time for a politician.

At that time, Shangluo didn't know what it means to make progress by retreating, what is to hide your strength and bide your time. It was just blindly advancing, and even wanted to implement reforms in order to save the crisis.

He almost killed himself, but fortunately Zhang Chengwang made a point at that time, so he could survive in Taichang Temple at the last moment.

It was Zhang Chengwang who taught him how to be patient and how to be humble.

He learned.

But his teacher personally admitted his eagerness and his failure.

Zhang Chengwang sighed, "Young people are awesome. From now on, I will leave this world to you."

Shang Luo's eyelids twitched, "Teacher..."

Zhang Chengwang shook his head, "I've been waiting for too long in my life, but I got a little anxious at the end, but I really can't wait any longer!"

The Tai Tuo with a pair of sleeves and dragon bells staggered back to the city on the horse.

Shang Luo looked at his back and silently bid farewell to his teacher.

He once wanted to cleanse the world with his own hands, but time took away all his opportunities, and he could no longer do it.

In the 13th year of Yuankang, the eighth prince, Yang Ni, died early in Jingzhe.

In the summer of the 14th year of Yuankang, Taifu Zhang Chengwang died at the age of 73. His posthumous title was Wenzhong, and all officials cried for it.

The convoy traveled to Luozhou and rested at the local post house. They were going to take a boat south from here, and enter the southwest by boat from Jingchu.

Zhuo Xinhong carefully inspected the layout of the posthouse, and after counting the guard posts in detail, he moved a small bench to sit and talk with Yang You.

Yang You played chess casually, and asked, "Luozhou is a rich place anyway, why don't you go play with your older sisters?"

Xiao Ning, Zhuo Xinhong's senior brother, was sitting on the side, hugging his sword and laughing, "Ever since Zhuo met that Chuge girl, not to mention that there are thousands of flowers that don't stick to each other, even this flower bush only goes to that Chuge girl." Uncle thought he was really going to be with him, so he was so scared that he ran to me to watch him."

Zhuo Xinhong did not speak a few times, but his expression was a little depressed.

After a while, he put the chess pieces into the box, "I can't play anymore, I'm not interested."

Yang You looked at Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning made an orchid finger with his hand, and said silently: "Girl."

How come people who are pure and bright are so interesting?

At first he thought that Xiao Ning was an elegant Taoist priest, but like Zhuo Xinhong, he had an unruly chivalrous spirit, no wonder their brothers were so good.

Also because Xiao Ning is a loose person who has traveled all over the world, getting along with Yang You is a little less restrained, with humorous conversation and good manners. He often jokes and jokes for everyone along the way, and the two quickly become good friends.

Zhuo Xinhong pushed open the window, there was a weeping willow outside the window, he knocked on the window frame with the folding fan in his hand, and sighed: "She is fine."

Yang You nodded and said, "He is also a sensible person."

As he spoke, he took out a painting from his luggage, in which was a beautiful woman.Xiao Ning deliberately said loudly: "Oh, this beauty's skin is like cream, her lips are like vermilion, and she looks bright and bright. It makes people unforgettable, but who is she?"

Yang You clicked his tongue, "Oh, you don't know this, this is the famous Qingyuan in the capital..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Xinhong grabbed the painting in his hands with a quick movement of his footwork, stroking the snow-white drawing paper with his fingers, and murmured: "It's your brushwork, when did you draw it?"

"Miss Chu went to testify for Qingli that day. When she came back, she asked me to draw it. She saw it when she was packing her luggage, so she took it for you. I don't know how many years it will be. I'm afraid she will come back again. She doesn't know where she is going. It’s over, let’s take it as a consolation.”

From the moment Zhuo Xinhong received the painting, he sat alone and did not speak, staring at the painting without moving his eyes.

Xiao Ning gave Yang You a look, and the two went out quietly, Zhuo Xinhong didn't even notice it.

Fearing that something might happen to Yang You, Shang Luo told the two brothers Zhuo Xiao to stay close to Yang You and do everything beforehand, so no matter where Yang You goes now, one of Yang Yuchun, Zhuo Xinhong, and Xiao Ning will always be by his side. .

The two generals sent by Yang Ting, named Qin Nao and Ji Chen, are both descendants of aristocratic families. At present, it seems that they are Yang Ting's people, and there is no superficial relationship with other princes.

They took two hundred soldiers to guard all the way.

Yang You asked Yang Yuchun and Lao Hei to get close to those soldiers. During these few days of rest, Yang Yuchun gambled with these soldiers every day.

The friendship between men is very strange. Gambling tables, wine tables, brothels, and even fists can make people strengthen their relationship.

Yang You dragged Xiao Ning into a black hut, where gambling was in full swing, the sergeant banned gambling, they could only do it quietly, the hut was closed, and it was very stuffy.

The inside was filled with the smell of stinky feet and sweat, and the confined space reprocessed this smell. When Yang Youfu pushed the door open, he almost vomited it out.Fortunately, he controlled it in time without even showing any displeasure.

With a swipe, the soldiers scrambled the table and stared blankly at Yang You.

This is the first time Yang You has had close contact with these soldiers.

Like a normal person, Yang Yuchun waved his hand and said in greeting: "What are you looking at, keep betting, didn't you just open the market just now? I said Liu Pi, I bet big just now, don't let it go."

Liu Pi cocked his mouth and whispered, "My lord..."

"What's wrong with your lord, you won't punish us?" Yang Yuchun said.

The room is too hot, basically everyone is gambling with their shirts off, and now they are all getting dressed quietly.

Yang Yuchun took his feet off the bench, wiped the bench carefully with his coat, bent down and said, "Will the lord come, too?"

Yang You gave him an appreciative look, walked over and sat down directly, and said with a smile, "Okay, what are you betting on?"

Yang Yuchun beat his back, and the stagnant atmosphere began to loosen slowly, Yang Yuchun said: "Brothers, the prince is very generous, everyone, don't miss this opportunity!"

Yang You said with a smile: "Look at what you said, if I can't produce anything, why don't I make my brothers laugh at me?"

One sentence, brothers, invisibly narrowed the distance between Yang You and the soldiers.

Liu Pi held the dice cup in his hand, and asked dog-leggedly, "Then, my lord, how about some?"