The carriage wheels rolled along the bluestone road in Tiandu, heading for the Thousand Buddha Temple outside the city.
They set off late. The streets were gradually bustling with people coming and going like a tide. Their group of people mingled in the crowd, appearing very ordinary and low-key.
Li Muyang followed the carriage window, constantly brushing past the passing crowd.
He didn't look at the crowd. Of course, those people wouldn't care about a servant who was serving beside the carriage. He was like an inconspicuous hoe, or a blunt knife that had become rusty, digging the fields and cutting the running water.
Li Shinian wanted to listen to a story, and Li Muyang also wanted to tell a story.
But what kind of story should he tell?
Because of his poor health, Li Muyang read countless heroic stories when he was a child. However, he didn't have the confidence to tell those stories. Because with Cui Xiaoxin's reading capacity, she might have read all the stories he had read, and all the stories he hadn't read.
Li Muyang decided to tell his own experience.
"There was a poor scholar who fell in love with the daughter of a rich family. The young lady was not only beautiful, but also smart, kind, and very kind-hearted. She gave the scholar a lot of help …"
"The poor scholar fell in love with the daughter of a rich family. Isn't your story very old-fashioned? We have hundreds of such books in our family. Who wants to listen to you? "Li Shinian shouted in the carriage.
Li Muyang smiled at Li Shinian. He understood that Li Shinian was worried that the story couldn't move Cui Xiaoxin, so he continued: "The poor scholar always wanted to confess to the daughter of a rich family, but his heart was extremely inferior. He knew the huge gap between them. If he confessed to the young lady, even if the young lady agreed, the young lady's family would not agree, and they could never be together. "
Cui Xiaoxin listened carefully, carefully stroking the white jade teacup in her hand.
"The poor scholar wanted to change his fate, so he decided to go to the capital to take the imperial examination. If he could become the top scholar, then he could bring glory to his family and be qualified to be with that young lady. As the Zhuangyuan scholar, he was going to propose to the Miss. Presumably, the Miss's family would not object … He carried his luggage and embarked on his journey. He crossed mountains and rivers, came and went in the wind and rain, and walked step by step towards the capital. Because I have such a beautiful wish in my heart, no matter how bitter it is, I won't feel tired no matter how tired I am. "
"On the way, the scholar encountered bandits. Those bandits were robbing a caravan. All the men were killed, and a mother and daughter were struggling desperately. The scholar was very afraid, but he still rushed towards the mountain bandits without any weapons. The first time he charged over, he was kicked away by the bandits. He endured the pain, got up, and rushed over for the second time. I was kicked away by the bandits again. "
"One of the bandits stepped on the scholar's chest and looked down at him from above. He said that he was a poor scholar and that even if he cut off his flesh and fried it in a pot, there wouldn't be much oil left. He wanted to spare his life. But if you dare to rush up again, I will cut off your head with a knife. "
The bandit lifted his foot and walked towards the mother and daughter. Because his companions were already tearing the clothes of the mother and daughter.
"Ah?" Li Shinian's eyes widened, and she looked expectantly at Li Muyang who was walking outside. She had heard this story countless times, but every time she listened to it, she still felt nervous and excited. "What happened to the mother and daughter?"
"The scholar is very afraid of death, and the scholar doesn't want to die. He came to the capital to take the imperial examination. He wanted to become the top scholar and go back to marry the rich young lady he liked. He knew very well that if he rushed up again, those bandits would definitely cut off his head with a knife. If he died, then there would be nothing left. "
"The scholar rushed over again?" Cui Xiaoxin asked aloud. She finally took the initiative to talk to Li Muyang, although she didn't know that the person walking outside was Li Muyang.
"Yes. The scholar rushed over again. "Li Muyang said in a calm voice. He spoke lightly and calmly, but there was an inexplicable sorrow in the ears of others. "He was indeed killed by those bandits. But it was not his head that was cut off, but his chest was stabbed by those bandits. "
"Ah?" The two girls exclaimed in the car.
"Is there no hero to save them?"
"How did he die? In the novels I've read, the hero and heroine finally live happily together. "
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"Someone came. The bandits ran away. The mother and daughter rushed over. The girl hugged the scholar's gradually cold body and cried and asked him why he risked his life so much? Why did he risk his life to save someone he didn't know … "
The scholar's eyes were already closed, and his voice was weak as he said, "Because of the golden butterfly hairpin you wear on your head … She also has one."
"The scholar died, and the story is over. He couldn't go to the capital to take the exam, and naturally couldn't go back to marry his beloved. "
"It's so sad." Li Shinian's eyes were red. He clutched his chest and said, "You're so annoying. Why do you have to tell such a sad story? None of the books I've read are written like this. It's written very well. It's all about lovers getting married. "
Cui Xiaoxin's face was depressed, and she looked at the face telling the story through the gap in the curtains.
It was a strange face, and Cui Xiaoxin was sure that she had never seen it before.
But why did she feel that his story had a meaning? What did he want to say?
"The most despairing thing is that this is the scholar's story. The young lady didn't know that the scholar secretly liked him, and didn't even know why he suddenly went to the capital to take the exam. The scholar left, and the young lady was a little depressed. In the end, she obeyed her parents and married a man of equal status. The two respected each other, and it was a good marriage. "
"Stop it." Li Shinian said angrily. "Stop it."
Cui Xiaoxin held Li Shinian's hand and said, "What you've read is a story, and what he's talking about is life. The world is like this, so what can we do? "
"Sister Xiaoxin, I just feel very sad." Li Shinian said softly.
"If you take it as a story, you just feel sad. If that kind of thing happens to you, it's like cutting a piece of flesh from your heart. "
"…"
Cui Xiaoxin held Li Shinian's hand tightly and said to Li Muyang through the curtain, "What's your name?"
"Li Mu." Li Muyang said in a low voice. From the beginning, he pronounced the words according to the prescription taught by Hong Xiu. Even Li Shinian couldn't hear the flaws, so it was impossible for Cui Xiaoxin to hear any clues.
"Li Mu, you told a good story." Cui Xiaoxin said. "Go to Xiaohong and get a pot of wine to moisten your throat."
"Thank you, Miss Cui." Li Muyang said.
He stopped for a moment, waiting for the carriage to pass by him and for Cui Meng to catch up with him.
Cui Meng picked up Li Muyang, flicked his whip and shouted at the carriage, while asking aloud: "What did the two Young Masters call you for?"
"I told them a story." Li Muyang's body was lying on the door of the carriage, but his mood was surging up and down.
Telling such a story was tantamount to going through the obstacle of climbing Broken Mountain again.
A surprise meeting, a touch of ambiguity, and finally relying on each other in the flood. When she fell into the abyss, his heart was sucked out, as if he really experienced a separation of life and death …
"You can tell a story?" Cui Meng was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Come on, brother, tell me a story. I like listening to stories the most. "
"I didn't tell them well, and they all cried." Li Muyang said.
Cui Meng's face was full of fear. "Forget it. The two young ladies are so good-natured but they were angered to tears by you, the story you told must not be good … "
The corner of Li Muyang's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer.
The horse trampled on the black mud, and the winter grass did not grow.
The carriage ran in the wilderness, and finally there was no sound of people around.
They were going to Thousand Buddha Temple, which was located on the White Cloud Mountain outside Tiandu. The journey was long, but because Thousand Buddha Temple was deeply worshipped by the people, it was not difficult to see pilgrims.
Just as Li Muyang was deep in thought, he heard a sudden cry of a horse coming from behind him.
The guards of the Cui family warned, a group of people opened the way in front, and another group of people retreated to the back, ready to intercept the people chasing them to see if they had any malicious intent.
Cui Meng's expression was grim, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Li Muyang also became nervous for no reason.
His sister and sister's best friend were in the carriage in front, he didn't want anything to happen to them.
Besides, they were not far from Tiandu, there shouldn't be anyone intercepting and killing them halfway, right?
The black-clad riders arrived in a flash, and a loud voice shouted: "Is Miss Xiaoxin sitting in the carriage in front?"
"Yes, it is our Miss Xiaoxin." The guard Cui Tu said with a smile. "I didn't expect it to be the third young master of the Song family. Is the third young master also going on a long journey?"
Among the black-clad riders, a red horse ran out. This horse was obviously a mutant. Although it looked like a horse, its hooves were long and hairy, and when it galloped, it looked like four burning flames.
A young man in a green robe was sitting on the horse. He looked over with a smile and said: "I want to see Xiaoxin."
Cui Tu didn't dare to stop him: "Third young master, Miss Xiaoxin is in the carriage in front."
The young man in a green robe smiled and chased after the carriage in front.
When Cui Xiaoxin heard the movement behind her, she got off the carriage in advance and waited by the roadside.
When the young man in a green robe arrived, Cui Xiaoxin bowed slightly and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet Third Brother here. Is Third Brother also going out of the city? "
"I came for you." The young man in a green robe looked at Cui Xiaoxin with bright eyes and a charming smile on his face: "Yesterday I heard that you were going to Thousand Buddha Temple to pray, so I rushed to the Cui residence early this morning to wait for you. I didn't expect them to say that you had already set off, so I hurried to catch up with you. "
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