"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ”

The warm and humid air flow blowing from the southeast brings a touch of spring to the 12th year of Datang Tianbao, starting from Luquan County on the fourth day of the first month, all the way to the south-east, the more green the eyes are full of green, the willows are still around, the jasper is made into a tree high, and the green silk is hanging down, and the geese that spend the winter in the south fly north, the ice water melts, and the grass sprang out a touch of green from the soil.

In early spring, there is still a hint of winter chill in the air, and the cold winter spirit struggles tenaciously, and the remnants of snow and ice that can be seen everywhere glitter in the sun.

Zhen Qian lay lazily in the carriage, when he just left Luquan County, he rode on the horse and galloped for a long time with great interest, but the cold north wind blew Zhen Qian's body was cold, and he almost caught a cold and fever, and his previous body was still too weak, so he had to get into the warm carriage.

Hammering his legs that were a little sore, he sighed at this thin skin, a year of unremitting exercise could not make up for the deficit left over from more than ten years, the former Zhen Qian only knew that he was studying hard with candles, and his thin body couldn't help but be weak, if he hadn't exercised for more than a year, such a body would not be able to support the fatigue of the long journey.

Fujiwara Shuxiong lay on the soft collapse, squinted his eyes, held the wine glass in his hand and said in a low voice: "It's been six days, and we have only arrived in Yanzhou, isn't this speed too slow?" Shangyuan Festival wants to rush to Yangzhou, I'm afraid it's dangerous! ”

A group of people set out from Luquan County, passed through the draft city, Hengshui, Changhe, Pingyuan, Qizhou, and entered the territory of Yanzhou, the distance was about 800 miles, and the six days of travel were not more than 100 miles a day, and the speed was indeed not very fast. The original plan was to arrive in Yanzhou in four days, but because of Zhen Qian's health, it took two more days, although Fujiwara Shuxiong complained, but there was nothing to be done.

"There are still eight or nine hundred miles left, of which there are two hundred and fifty miles of water from Chuzhou to Yangzhou, if you take a boat overnight, you can reach Yangzhou in less than five days, the time is just right!"

"I hope so!"

Fujiwara Shuxiong felt that he was a little strong, and he dragged Zhen Qian to Yangzhou with him during the Spring Festival, which was indeed a little unkind, and it was not easy to say anything with guilt!

The route to Yangzhou is pre-booked, and it is the closest route to Yangzhou in the south, but Fujiwara Shuxiong expressed his incomprehension of Zhen Qian's grinding and grinding every time he goes, in his opinion, if he rests and rushes at two hours every night, he should be able to reach Yanzhou one day in advance, and the rest of the journey does not need to be too nervous.

For Fujiwara Shuxiong's urging, Zhen Qian always returned with a faint smile, asking him to calm down and enjoy the scenery along the road.

"It's hard to come out once, if you don't take this opportunity to learn more about the customs along the road, wouldn't it be a bad scenery to see a little bit of water!"

Zhen Qian's methodical style of doing things is a little too rigid in Fujiwara's eyes, but the more contact with Zhen Qian, Fujiwara Shuxiong finds that Zhen Qian is not as easy to get along with as he seems on the surface.

Zhen Qian, who always has a faint smile on his face, sometimes does things very spicy and jaw-dropping, just when passing through the territory of the long river, when the group was resting on the side of the road, I don't know how Zhen Qian found the hidden bandits on the side of the road, when more than a dozen bandits rushed out viciously and were ready to rob, they didn't expect to kick the iron plate.

This kind of thing is actually nothing, even if the bandits are beaten away, I didn't expect Zhen Qian to chase all the way to the lair where the bandits were entrenched, only to kill people's heads and rivers of blood, even a bandit was not spared, and finally when he left, he burned the bandit's lair to the ground.

The bodhisattva's heart and thunder methods are Fujiwara Shuxiong's most profound evaluation of Zhen Qian in the past few days.

When Zhen Qian saw the homeless people on the side of the road who were hungry and unclothed, there was always a touch of pain and sadness in his eyes, although he didn't see him helping, but Fujiwara knew that it was not because he had no sympathy. Whenever the homeless people appeared, Fujiwara could clearly feel the anger and anger suppressed in his heart, and at this time, his emotions would always fluctuate slightly, and he would even be silent for a long time.

Fujiwara Shuxiong saw it in his eyes, but he couldn't understand why Zhen Qian, who was high above, always cared so much about the homeless people he saw.

There are also many destitute people in the Wa country, and every time I see these inferior people, I can't help but feel disgust in my heart, like a mouse in the gutter that is spurned by others, and Fujiwara Shuo wants to kill all these people to be clean.

Whenever Fujiwara Shuxiong knocked on the side and asked, Zhen Qian always replied with the same words: "They are Tang people, and they have the same blood in their bodies as me!" ”

At first, Fujiwara was surprised, but after listening to it for a long time, he found that there was a deep emotion in this sentence, which was very similar to the emotion between relatives, and even a trace of apology and remorse.

This feeling is very absurd, every time it appears in Fujiwara Brush's heart, Fujiwara Brusho always warns himself: This is an illusion!

Through contact with Zhen Qian, Fujiwara found that Zhen Qian was not a sentimental person, and he felt more calm, which was often a bit cold, which was not difficult to feel as long as he was almost mechanical in his daily schedule.

What time to start each day, where to rest at the next stop, and how long to walk in a day, if there are no accidents along the way, this time control is almost perfect. Not only that, but this control is also reflected in the transfer and arrangement of personnel, the twelve guards are arranged in an orderly manner, and the reconnaissance along the road, the arrangement of footholds, the transmission of information, etc., are all under his command.

Fujiwara felt that this was not a long journey, but more like a march, methodically commanding a well-trained army.

Of course, Fujiwara also thinks that this is an illusion, probably due to Zhen Qian's rigor, because when asked, he can always get an answer that he can't laugh at: "Play chess!" ”

"Can you get to Yanzhou this evening?"

Zhen Qian opened his half-squinted eyes and looked out the window, "I will definitely be able to arrive before the city gate closes!" ”

"That's good!"

Since Zhen Qian can be sure, Fujiwara Shuxiong will not ask more, it turns out that his words are always right, unless something unpredictable happens, Zhen Qian will be as accurate as the prediction.

"You tell me about the construction of the Dongda Temple again, I didn't expect that your Wa Kingdom is also a prosperous place for Buddhism, and your queen's attitude towards Buddhism is very similar to that of Empress Zetian!"

Fujiwara Shuo didn't understand why Zhen Qian always liked to let himself talk about the problems of Todai Temple, whether it was the construction of the temple or the monks and nuns inside, he always took the trouble to ask this and that, as if he was a devout Buddhist.

However, Fujiwara knew that Zhen Qian was not interested in Buddhism, and even a little disgusted, especially when the two sides talked about the two extermination events in history, their evaluation of Buddhism.

"If you don't like Buddhism, why do you still have such a relationship with Buddhism?"

"Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. ”

"What do Fujiwara-kun think of this poem?" Zhen Qian did not answer the question, but first made a poem and asked Fujiwara Shuxiong.

Fujiwara immediately praised: "Zhen Lang is talented, the export is a chapter, the poems are broad, deep and mysterious, from Zhen Lang's mouth people have a wonderful pen, is the charming Jiangnan is even more heart-wrenching, but I don't know why to make this poem?" ”

"Fujiwara-kun is also a person who is familiar with the history of the Central Plains, so he won't remember the fact that Emperor Wu of Liang sacrificed himself in the temple!"

"Zhen Lang means that Xiao Yan, Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, advocated Buddhism, sacrificed himself to Tongtai Temple as a monk four times, and was redeemed by the minister with a lot of money!"

"Sort of! I'm just talking about it casually, but every time I read that Emperor Wu of Liang starved to death in the palace, I sighed! Zhen Qian smiled and didn't have the idea of continuing to talk about this issue, sometimes it was enough to stop, of course, Zhen Qian was not persuading Fujiwara to destroy the Buddha, he wouldn't and didn't have the ability, he just wanted to express a vague attitude.

(End of chapter)