After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Xu Zhi waited for someone in the prison.

Liu Qingyun was placed next to him, wearing handshakes and shackles, and was quietly taken into prison by Jin Yiwei.

He was very cooperative and didn't cry, Jin Yiwei didn't make things difficult for him, locked him up and left.

Under the dim light in the prison, Xu Zhi saw Liu Qingyun sitting quietly in the corner. After waiting for a while, he walked away, and Xu Zhi came closer and called out in a hoarse voice, "Teacher."

His name is Teacher Liu Qingyun.

Liu Qingyun still remembered his voice, he slowly opened his eyes to look at Xu Zhi, the light in the prison was not good, Liu Qingyun couldn't see clearly when he was old, so he said slowly after a long time: "It's Hongliang. "

Hongliang is the word Liu Qingyun chose for him. Xu Zhi's family is in Liangzhou, a remote Liangzhou where banditry has always been rampant, especially in Yongzhi County.

All the people in Yongzhi County fled, and the rest were old, weak, sick and disabled. Xu Zhi's parents ran away when he was three years old, took his brother with him, and threw Xu Zhi to his grandmother.

The grandmother was lonely and weak, so she saved every bit of rice and bit by bit to raise him. Fortunately, everyone in the village helped each other. The only husband had no son, so he pitied him for being obedient, raised him as a half son, and taught him to read and write.

Xu Zhi is clever, and he did not disappoint Mr. Grandma, and passed the examination of scholar at the first time.

He hurried on and wanted to go back to his hometown to tell his grandmother, but not far from the village, he smelled the smell of blood.

When Xu Zhi was able to realize that there were talents in the outside world, the county magistrate told him that the left minister of Chaohua City knew about it, so he recommended him as a tribute student to study in the Imperial College.

Liu Qingyun personally recommended it, Xu Zhi logically said he should call him a teacher.

He didn't meet many good people in his life, his grandmother was one, his husband was one, and Liu Qingyun was the third.

Therefore, when Liu Qingyun brought him back to the mansion from the refugees in Zhaohua City that night, and told him that the little prince outside the city was not dead, and asked him to stay by the little prince's side to take care of him, Xu Zhi did not refuse. .

People always want to repay their kindness.

But Yan Huaiyin was the fourth good person he met.

Xu Zhi looked at the much older face of Liu Qingyun in the opposite cell, and said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher shouldn't collude with Turks."

He understood Yan Huaiyin's temperament, if he only counted on himself, Liu Qingyun would not have ended up like this based on his previous friendship with Yan Huaiyin.

However, Liu Qingyun's collusion with the Turks calculated the lives of the people in the fifteen border towns.

"You don't understand," Liu Qingyun said with a smile, "I messed things up from the very beginning, and he won't let me go."

Yan Wanqing was a very good person, so on the day Chaohua City was destroyed, the people he sent out came back to say that the matter was over. When Yan Wanqing died, Liu Qingyun was stunned for a long time.

Human life is a fragile thing.

"I won't be alive soon," Liu Qingyun told Xu Zhi at last, "You don't think much of him, maybe he can live, be generous, so cherish it."

On the day Liu Qingyun was beheaded, Xu Zhi sat quietly in the prison for a long time. When the jailer who delivered the food came over, Xu Zhi asked him, "Brother, is it past noon?"

"Just now," the jailer threw the rice in, "Eat it, we have meat and vegetables today."

Every time a person is beheaded in the prison of Dali Temple, meat and vegetables will be added to the living people behind.

Xu Zhi was exiled.

He was exiled to southern Xinjiang, which is even more remote than Liangzhou. After working as a coolie in southern Xinjiang for eight years, he caught up with Amnesty, and Xu Zhicai was freed.

He didn't go far, and bought a small house in southern Xinjiang with his savings of eight years, and started working as a husband.

There are many strange peaks in southern Xinjiang, the terrain is steep and the four seasons are also humid, and the children in southern Xinjiang are raised with water and spirit.

After Emperor Shengyao abdicated, his younger sister succeeded him. The female emperor had been on the throne for many years, and female officials gradually appeared in the court. As the wind blew to southern Xinjiang, many people gradually sent their daughters to him to study.

There is a little girl who can't speak clearly, and she will pull his sleeve and shout: "Shh, first! Shh, first! Why is this swollen?"

Xu Zhi felt that this sounded much better than Huo Yunping calling him Mr. Xu in the northwest mountains.

After another year of waking up from the sting, when Xu Zhi went to the town to buy pens and inks, he met an old friend whom he had known a few times.

He looked at it for a long time before he dared to call out to the girl who picked up the paintbrush: "Miss Chen Ying!"

Chen Ying turned her head, looked at him for a long time, and asked, "Who are you?"

She took a few steps forward, looked left and right, suddenly realized, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Xu?"

It is not easy for him to meet old friends at his age. Xu Zhiliu and Chen Ying returned home for a meal. When Chen Ying saw his wife, she praised: "You are so lucky!"

Xu Zhiwen smiled softly.

After eating, Xu Zhi asked her: "What are you doing in such a remote place in southern Xinjiang?"

Chen Yingdao: "Come and paint mountains."

She put down the painting basket she was carrying, and showed Xu Zhi the paintings she had drawn one by one.

The strange mountains and rivers, Dazhao was almost traveled by her.

"I heard that there are wonderful horses in the mountains in southern Xinjiang," Chen Ying said with a smile, "I'll take a look."

She has fallen in love with painting over the years.

"I heard that Empress Minglie also likes mountains and rivers." Xu Zhi said.

"So every time I go, I draw two paintings." The shadow of the jujube tree in the courtyard hit Chen Ying, and Chen Ying stretched out two fingers and shook, "I keep one for myself, and burn the other." Give it to Empress Minglie, let her see it too."

Chen Ying left in the afternoon after eating, and she said goodbye to Xu Zhi with the painting basket on her back: "Sir, there is no need to send it away."

"I have fallen in love with painting over the years. Power struggles, wealth and prosperity are like waves of tides, which disappear when they hit the shore. When my father was still there, I dismissed the so-called seeking Tao, but now I feel that everyone Everyone has their own way, Mr. taught poetry and books is the way, and I traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers is also the way. Future generations will not remember Chen Ying, the daughter of the Marquis of Nanyang, but they will remember that the person who drew these paintings is called Chen Ying."

Chen Ying's eyes were clear: "Sir, there is no need to send us far away, we each go our own way, and we will not regret it in the end."

After Xu Zhi heard her say these words, he watched her walk away until the plain white skirt disappeared at the end of the tree shade.

He turned around and saw his wife standing behind him looking at him.

Xu Zhi went to hold her hand: "Go home."

His wife asked him, "Is that your friend? Why haven't you mentioned her?"

"I met an old friend a few times before," Xu Zhi said to her with a smile, "Didn't I tell you that I lived in the imperial capital for a while, and most of the people and things there have been forgotten after a long time."

"What else can you remember with this memory?" His wife laughed at him.

There was gravel in front of her, Xu Zhi helped her up, and the two of them walked over steadily: "I just remember to take you on the road ahead and live our lives well."

"Nothing else matters."