Ji Xiaolan's journey eastward journey to the Western Regions is a strange experience of Ji Xiaolan, a great talent in Hebei during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, who returned from the east of Xinjiang.
Chapter 1 The Mystery of the East.
Is there really any predetermined destiny in the world?
When Ji Xiaolan drank the last of the strong Ili liquor,—— which was already the 17th offering he had drunk,—— with a slight drunkenness, stepped on the red horse, held his fist and bid farewell to the civil and military officials wang, the cool breeze of early summer was passing through the Tianshan Gorge, and he shivered slightly on horseback.
Three years ago, in August of the 33rd year of Qianlong (1768 AD), Ji Xiaolan was demoted by Qianlong to take up his post in Urumqi, and when he entered Urumqi as a criminal courtier in this Xiuye Pavilion, he thought that perhaps he would die in this western region of Pingsha mangy from now on.
For nearly four years, today, in the Ten Mile Xiuye Pavilion on the outskirts of Urumqi, civil and military officials have come to send him off.
The gravel on the king of the stagecoach has been burned by the sun, and in the local Kazakh dialect, a few hot stones can be grabbed to roast a lamb. However, the wind coming down from the Tianshan Mountain still carried the chill of the snow of the following year.
Among the send-offs were the Kazakh military academies. Once, they invited him to eat "roast sheep with flint stones", and these military academies, after killing a sheep, threw the sheep in a pile of gravel that was hot by the sun, and then hid in the white pavilion next to the karez well to avoid the scorching sun. Soon, I smelled a burnt smell, and after a while I smelled a burst of fragrance. The aroma of grilled meat is getting stronger and stronger. The Kazakh military academies screamed with joy, spread out a few horn cups, and picked up Rewaf and Dongbula. Prepare to tear the leg of lamb, drink the spirits, play the winter but pull, and dance and sing wildly. Ji Xiaolan also entered the country and prepared to drink blood with them and sing and roar with joy. Although Ji Xiaolan was a literati, he had two major hobbies in his life, one was a great addiction to smoking, and he specially made a large cigarette bag, which could hold 4 cigarettes at a time, which could be smoked from the Ji Mansion in Hufang Bridge in Beijing to the Yuanmingyuan. Once the cigarette bag was lost, it was recovered at the stall at the front gate fence, because no one needed such a large cigarette bag. Therefore, people also call Ji Xiaolan a Jida cigarette bag. Another hobby is that he loves to eat meat, and when he sees meat, he is a hundred times more energetic, and he can eat more than ten pounds of meat at a time. On this day, he smelled the aroma of roast meat, and he was elated, of course, he could imagine it.
Just when they wanted to chew a big meal, suddenly a strange wind came, and the sand and stones flew away. Afterwards, Ji Xiaolan remembered the artistic conception of the poem of the Tang Dynasty border poet Cen Shan: "Pingsha is reckless and yellow into the sky, the wind roars wildly in September, and the rubble of a river is as big as a bucket, and it walks with the wind and stones on the ground...". The wind came and went, and the pile of rubble and a cavity of sheep had been blown away without a trace. At the spot where the sheep was roasted, out of nowhere, a broken windmill was rolled up, and the fragments of its wind wings were still spinning from the bones. As if to make fun of them. These Kazakh military academies, circling around the windmill a few times, saw that they could no longer find the roast sheep, and did not feel sorry, still surrounded this broken windmill, dancing, dancing, singing, and playing Dongbula and Rewav
Do you know that you are infected by these tyrannical and unconcerned military academies who oppose nature? I still think of my own ups and downs in the storm of the eunuch sea. Ji Xiaolan actually danced with these military academies, imitating their movements.
Today, these military academies also roasted two sheep and sent them to him to enjoy on the way home.
From the canyon of the Tianshan Mountains, another cold wind blew.
I don't know if Qianlong gave Huandong back this time, is it a joy or a worry for him?
Qianlong's edict consisted of only eight short words:
Give Huan Dong also, and concurrently return to Beijing.
Even the Urumqi general Ba Gongyanbi did not know more about Qianlong's will.
Therefore, according to the imagination of each person, people made all kinds of speculations about the king's royal decree.
General Ba, who was also the minister of garrison of Ili, thought that this was good news, so he broke the rules and went out of his way, and personally sent it to Xiuye Pavilion ten miles outside Urumqi, and also sent ten altars of Ili wine for Ji Xiaolan's road.
The vice-governor Liu Gongjian and the general Hai Qiyun were good friends of Ji Xiaolan during his time at the border, and they had also turned over the heels in the eunuch sea, so the judgment was very prudent: the emperor's choice was elusive.
Only Chen Zhili, the head of the Hufeng Academy in Urumqi, believes that it is a great joy and can be celebrated. Chen Zhili is also a master of the I Ching and can also break the word wood with one hand. When Ji Xiaolan had just seized his post and was on the verge of committing crimes, it was inevitable that when his expression was gloomy, Chen Zhili once asked Ji Xiaolan to write a word to split it. Ji Xiaolan wrote a "name" word. Chen Zhili thought for a moment and said to Ji Xiaolan:
"The name, the bottom is the mouth, the upper is the outer word, it is outside the mouth."
Chen Zhili dipped his pen in ink and analyzed the book while reading on the snowflake paper:
"The sun is the night in the west, so the brother is going to go to the western region."
Ji Xiaolan (Ji Tao is his official name, Ji Xiaolan is his scientific name) nodded:
"Is there any hope for the future?"
Chen Zhili clapped his palm with a paperweight and said:
"The glyph is like a king, and it is also like a summons, and it will be given to Huan Dong to return it."
"What years?"
Chen Zhili also analyzed while writing:
"The mouth is the periphery of the four characters, and the middle is missing two strokes, perhaps less than four years,—— this year is the penzi, and the fourth year is the Xin Zi, and the Xi Zi Is on the side. It seems that Xin Di Nian has the hope of returning to the east. ”
In fact, in the 36th year of Qianlong, Xin Jiuchun (1771 AD) was ordered to return to the east.
In the nearly four years that Ji Xiaolan spent in Urumqi, he had a deep relationship with Chen Zhili. First, because in this western frontier court, there are more military generals who bend their horses and bows and gallop and gallop to battle; second, there are fewer erudite and multi-talented people like Ji Xiaolan, and Chen Zhili is a talented literati who is rare in this faraway place. The two often drank, talked, and chanted together. Ji Xiaolan was a wise man, and he noticed that although Chen Zhili's character was not very high, only six pins, to some extent, even the fate of the governor Yu Jin'ao, the garrison minister, General Bayanbi, and others was in the hands of Chen Zhili. Chen Zhili was actually one of Qianlong's eyes and ears. At any time, he could send Qianlong a briefing on the situation of the border guards, the military situation, the people's situation, and even the movements of Tsarist Russia. At that time, Tsarist Russia was catherine's dynasty, and the border court was often restless. In the 34th year of Qianlong (1769 AD), the university scholar Wengong died in a war with Tsarist Russia.
Ji Xiaolan had a close relationship with Chen Zhili, but he also felt that although Chen Zhili was Qianlong's eyes and ears, he was still a decent person. If he himself was relegated to Urumqi, Qianlong would definitely make Chen Zhili pay attention to his reaction and report it at any time. Ji Xiaolan decided not to shy away. Decided to walk the wire. If we get along well, we may be able to create some conditions for ourselves to get Qianlong's re-activation at an early date. Therefore, Ji Xiaolan was not profane or inferior to Chen Zhili, not close or distant. On the day of Qianlong's birthday, he wrote a poem and deliberately recited it to Chen Zhili, but did not do too much, lest Chen Zhili think that this was a strategy, and in addition, Ji Xiaolan heard that Chen Zhili was the grandson of Chen Tingjing, a Kangxi official who had become a scholar of Wenyuange University. Chen Tingjing held the literary power for a long time during the Kangxi Dynasty. Ji Xiaolan had read Chen Tingjing's "Collection of Zunwentang" and "Compilation of Wuting Wen" two anthologies, and his instruments were lofty and the words were profound. Chen Tingjing died in the 49th year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1710), and in the 35th year of Qianlong (1770), which coincided with the 60th anniversary of the death, on the day of Chen Tingjing's death, Ji Xiaolan presented a poem "Chen Gongyong". Ji Xiaolan really admired Chen Tingjing, so the poem was written with love and sincerity, and after Chen Zhili chanted, he couldn't help but sob. In the secret letter sent to Qianlong, it was said that although Ji Xiaolan had seized the post of Dishu, he did not complain, and he made a statement to Qianlong that it was not appropriate to abandon him for a long time, and he also attached Ji's birthday poem of He Qianlong.
Ji Xiaolan's return to the east this time was due to Chen Zhili's secret help, to put it more accurately, and also thanks to his far-sightedness, but the real turning point, Ji Xiaolan is still not very clear.
Not long ago, Qianlong urgently summoned Yu Jin'ao, the supreme governor of Xinjiang, to the capital for a visit, and had just returned to Urumqi three days ago. Qianlong also sent the counselor minister Shu hede also came to Urumqi to give Huandong the holy will of the king, which was personally brought by Shuhede and read to him. Even Admiral Yu and Shuhd had no more detailed words to advise. Ji Xiaolan is a smart person, so it is inconvenient to ask more. However, from the call of Governor Yu Wanli, Qianlong sent a senior counselor minister Shu Hede to Urumqi, and it seemed that a big move was brewing. At this time, he suddenly gave Ji Xiaolandong back, and this came and went, perhaps there was some kind of internal connection.
It's a mystery.
Qianlong was often creating mysteries.
Enigma is also a strategy in imperial art.
Create a psychological pressure to control the subordinates; and use the mystery to examine whether the subordinates are sensitive and clear.
Even a person as intelligent as Ji Xiaolan felt quite suspicious.
In the send-off queue, there is also a trumpet. At this time, in front of the Qiangdi Hu, the drum horns sounded in unison, and a song "General's Order" was magnificent.
Ji Xiaolan had heard the military music play countless times, but he had never felt like today: so majestic, so plucked the heartstrings, really heard the trumpet and the war horse hissed, listened to the turtle drum and Went out on the expedition. His red horse was riding a horse, and his nose was also squirting with his head held high, as if he was about to get rid of the reins.
He once again bid farewell to the civilian and military officials who sent them off. These civil and military officials, who had been on the battlefield and had been fighting for a long time, looked solemn and sad amid the sound of trumpets and drums. Suddenly, Ji Xiaolan felt that the atmosphere of the send-off seemed very depressing and too depressing, and his broad forehead raised an eyebrow peak, and a smile of wisdom rose at the corner of his mouth.
He roared:
"Four children——!"
Hearing Ji Xiaolan's sudden roar, even the drummer suddenly stopped playing.
Only to see, a small black dog, running out of a convoy, the action is very funny, like a funny clown, jumping to Ji Xiaolan's horse and looking up.
Ji Xiaolan said, "Hey——! ”
The little black dog turned and nodded to the officials who were sending them off.
"——! tweeting"
This little black dog has played several times in a row, turning over very flexibly and cute and funny.
In the crowd of people sending off, whether it was a high-ranking official, or a soldier, a drummer, etc., they were all laughed.
In the midst of laughter, Ji Xiaolan turned the horse's head. So, the horse's hooves got it, and the sound of the car phosphorus and phosphorus gradually faded away.
On the hill in the distance, in the dazzling aperture, people saw Ji Xiaolan strangling the reins of the horse, once again looking down at this vast land of flying sand and stones and oasis Hanhai.
Like a statue that stands still.
Chapter Two: Adventures Under the Ridge
In the Qing Dynasty, from Urumqi to the capital, there were more than 120 journeys according to the station, and it took more than 120 days to travel fast all the way. Qianlong's schedule for Ji Xiaolan was very tight, so that he would leave in late March and arrive in the capital in mid-June, only 90 days, if the deadline was missed, it would be contrary to the will, even if there was any objective reason, Qianlong would not spare it. According to the past practice, when measuring the line, a little generous margin is always given in case of unexpected blockage on the way. However, this time Qianlong, instead of giving a generous margin, compressed the schedule. There seemed to be something urgent waiting for Ji Xiaolan.
Of these more than 120 journeys, there are more than 20 journeys from Urumqi to Hami, passing through the Black Forest, Chaiwo Fort, DabantianJian, Jimusa, Qunzhan, Turpan, Shengjinkou, Shanyan, Qijiaojing, Balikun and other places, where the Tianshan Mountains, Peizhan Mountains, and Bali KunShan cross, and everywhere you can encounter avalanches and collapses, and the Gobi Flying Sand often submerges the Wang Road, and sometimes bury them deeply into the sand piles along with people and horses. Here, nature's punishment of people is often full of force, even raging. There are also fierce beasts and monsters in the mountains, and I don't know how many pedestrians have been devoured and chewed. There is also The Mahathan (the translated name is robber) who is more ferocious than the beast. Therefore, these 20 or so journeys can be said to be the most dangerous location.
General Bayanbi of Urumqi, at this time, gave Ji Xiaolan strong assistance. The former Admiralty Sent a Soldier to Hami, and the General felt that this part of the journey was dangerous, so he took the initiative to send a member of his cronies, Erut, one of the four horse riding schools of the General, to lead the way to escort Ji Xiaolan to Hami. While on his way, General Ba quietly told Ji Xiaolan that Erut had originally been organized into a large escort team, which was personally arranged by Admiral Yu Jin'ao and Counsellor General Shu heide. Send it off. General Ba saw that Ji Xiaolan did not know the details, so he did not say anything more.
Pick up who? Who to send? Why are the specifications so high? So confidential?
Again, this is a mystery.
Ji Xiaolan and his party, six horses, four cars, and a dog, left the West Gate of Urumqi, and at Xiuye Pavilion with the sender Wang Beibei continued to turn west into the Black Forest, and then went around Wang Dong. Why didn't Ji Xiaolan go from the East Gate, but instead turned around the king towards the West Gate. This was because of the topography of urumqi at that time. Outside the east gate is the mountain; the south gate has been closed because it has begun to melt snow and rise water: the north gate is also surrounded by the mountain: only the west gate is tongya. Ji Xiaolan once wrote a poem about the topography of Urumqi:
Half city high and half city low.
The springs in the city are all to the west.
The gold well silver bed is useless,
Take the flower furrow as you like.
In the past three days, they have driven through the Black Forest and Chaiwo Fort. They want to fight to reach the foothills of the Bantian Mountains before dark.
The one who brought the king was Erut, about 30 years old, riding a black horse. With a strong figure, a pair of eyes and a hooked nose, he looks sensitive and fierce. Dressed in a military uniform, he carried a sun and moon axe in his hand, an arrow bag inserted in his back, and a python skin dagger inserted obliquely around his waist.
The second was Ji Xiaolan, who stepped off the Red Horse and rode a horse. Touching more than 40 years old, a broad forehead, a pair of phoenix eyes, fengyi, longzhun, graceful, dignified, the corners of the mouth often pouting with a smile,—— it seems, at any time will burst out of his mouth a joke full of wisdom, hanging a sword around his waist, extraordinary. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- However, he was only wearing a robe at the moment. A little black dog, sometimes in front of his horse, sometimes behind his horse, sometimes left, sometimes right, running and jumping.
Ji Xiaolan was followed by Shi Xiang, an old servant who was nearly a year old. Tall and thin, riding a gray cheating horse. He was originally a loyal servant of Ji Xiaolan's father, Ji Rongshu, who had accompanied Ji Rongshu to Yao'an, Yunnan, and this time accompanied Ji Xiaolan to the Western Regions. He will have several sticks in his hand for self-defense, and carry one for the wind ridge in his hand; the seventh shadow building, called Hu Ge Ling, Hu Ge Ling: The translated name is called Ghost Ridge.
The sunset has set in the west, and Under the illumination of the sunset, Wuling is like a giant ink inlaid with gold edges, and like a shining sky, and like a black iron tower with gold.
Ji Xiaolan was staring up at this Wuling wonder, and suddenly, on the stone wall of the Qianling Peak, like a giant axe splitting, opening a door in the middle, the cave house was very far-reaching, like a huge book, and each jade letter was shining with golden light. The stone door opened in all directions, faintly appearing from time to time, as if the stone door was opened to him to return to the library, and then disappeared. Ji Xiaolan was very surprised, in the line, only he saw such a magical scene.
At this time, Erut and Erlen had chosen a piece of land and set up a tent. Shi Zhan and Liu Qi drank horses by the stream. Tambo prepares for the evening cooker.
After Ji Xiaolan got off the horse, he handed the horse to Shi Xiang and walked in the foothills of the mountain, loosening the swelling pain in the arms, crotch and waist muscles due to the long-distance gallop.
When he traveled west three years ago, he took a different road, from Gumusa to Urumqi via Fukang, taking the northern route, taking a number of detours. Now this road is both strange and novel to him.
There is a cliff here. A small stream, flowing out of the mountain stream, the water is clear and cold. On the stone wall of the cliff, a strange tree grew a few feet above the ground, with red coral branches and blue leaves; five branches stretched out, each branch producing a blue, gourd-like melon.
This is a sand feed field, and there are all kinds of exotic flowers and grasses on the ground, except for sand dates and mustard grass, most of which are unknown. It's a smelly place. The aroma comes from a kind of flower and grass in the shape of a canopy. This Tibetan fragrance is reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty poem "Sand Wind Comes to Grass and Fragrance".
Curiously, there are no one here, but the exotic flowers and grasses grow neatly, as if they were gardeners who have renovated the flower beds.
A hundred steps away, a towering ancient pine. Ji Xiaolan circled around this ancient pine, and it seemed that at least 5 people needed to surround it. The trunks and branches are like ancient flowers and stones, but the pine crown is still very green. Suddenly, this ancient pine turned into a tall old man with silver hair and flowing hair, smiling at him. The appearance of this old man is somewhat similar to that of his great-uncle Ji Guangji, who was once the town garrison in this area at the beginning of the Kangxi Dynasty. It is also like when he was young, from the portrait hanging in the middle hall, their ancestor Gao zu Ji Hou Zhai Gong. Suddenly, this old man with flowing silver hair, wearing green armor, looked like a divine martial superman, as if he was like Ban Chao who shook the western region during the Han Dynasty... Suddenly, these illusions disappeared suddenly. He carefully circled the ancient pine again, only to see that there were three big words engraved on it: Wannian Pine. Non-seal non-subordinate. It is also not Zhong Ding, not a stone drum script, but an oracle bone, the words and the trunk have been integrated, and it is no longer known what year, month and person carved it.
The tents have been set up. Erut and Erleng's movements are very sharp.
Erut came and pulled up a few weeds like cangshu in the grass, and fed one to each of the six horses. The horse chews and whistles. Shi Xiang's mount also pulled a cart of books. When Ji Xiaolan traveled west, he did not bring any clothes, but brought a cart of books, and during his stay in Urumqi, he collected some classics about the Western Regions, so that he filled a cart.
The fourth is a young man of about 20 years old, a mixture of Han and Wusun people, named Yu bao. Crooked wears a double pot flower hat and has acne and smallpox scars on his face. A bit brute forced, and a little bit of a stream. He has a wide mouth, a good belly, and is a very edible guy, making an iron-sharp eyebrow stick, and a dagger hidden in the boots. Riding a yellow horse, he pulled a cart of food.
Behind Yu Bao was a young man of similar age, Liu Qi. This Liu Qi and Yu Bao are contrasting everywhere. Yu Bao was stubborn and anxious, and Liu Qi was stoic and calm. Liu Qi was originally from Yili Cangzhou, and his father sinned against Changji in the Western Regions, and later fell ill and died in the local area. Liu Qi, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, wanted to transport his father's remains back to his homeland, but suffered from poverty and no money. One day, he got several liters of red beans, came up with a way, crushed the beans into powder, and kneaded them into small pills with water, and pretended to be a drug seller, selling along the way. It is also strange to say that some people ate the little red pill, and actually recovered from the disease, and then told the story that the little red pill sold for a good price. With this money, Liu Qi started the iron footboard and crossed China, and walked for three years and six months. Finally, in Changji, northwest of Urumqi, I asked where my father's bones were buried. He shed tears to pay tribute, and carried the bones of his bones to the east. In the Black Forest near Urumqi, Liu Qi encountered three Mahaqin (robbers) who rushed with a basket on his back. Mahaqin thought that what was hidden in the basket was a precious and soft thing, so he caught up with the forced order to open the basket and opened it to see that it was a basket of bones. Liu Qi's position was stated, and the robbers all took pity on him, not only to release him, but also to fund his return journey, and also pointed out to Liu Qi that if he wanted his father's soul to go east, he must go to the General's Mansion to issue a meditation on Ji Xiaolan, so that Liu Qi would meet Ji Xiaolan. Ji Xiaolan considered that Liu Qi went east alone, and along the way was dangerous, he proposed to go with him, so that Liu Qi also joined the ranks. Today, behind his horse is a car of packing, and in the corner of the car, a box basket dedicated to Liu Qi's father's bones is also fenced.
Behind the hall was a whiff from the Governor's Office, riding a maned horse with a small cart towed behind it, carrying items such as tents.
This line of people also carries a sheepskin water bottle each. When this sheepskin kettle is empty in addition to filling water, as long as a whistle is added to the mouth, it can also play a short song, and if necessary, it can also be used for help, such as falling into a deep stream, a well, etc.
At this time, their party had arrived at the bottom of the Banling Mountains.
Ji Xiaolan looked up and saw that this heavy mountain was indeed very majestic. As the saying goes: the natural danger reaches the peak of Banfeng, and there are seven vertical and horizontal, one dangerous and one heavy. The first heavy, like black ink, is therefore called Wuling; the second rock is hard as iron, so it is called Tieling; the third, the mountain is like a tiger, and the rock of the mountain is also like a tiger skin spot, because it is called Tiger Ridge; the fourth is called Snow Ridge all year round, so it is called Snow Ridge; the fifth, like a giant python coiling, is therefore called Snake Ridge; The sixth heavy, the two peaks are sandwiched, the wind is roaring, just as the wind people are fixed, as if it is very happy. As Erut fed, he said:
"Lord Ji--" Although Three years ago Ji Xiaolan was stripped of his position as a bachelor's attendant by Qianlong's orders, he has only given Huan Dong huan and has not been reinstated, and Erut is still honored as an adult, "Just now the horse drank the stream water, and this stream is the melting of ice and snow on the mountain, and the water is particularly cold, and the horse drank the cold certificate of easy access, and when he ate this manu, he immediately warmed his blood and quenched the cold." ”
"Manu ——?"
Ji Xiaolan took one from Erut's hand.
"Is this the Buddha vanilla manu offered before the Buddha?"
"Really."
Buddha vanilla manu is a precious offering to be burned before the Buddha, and during the great sacrifice, the living Buddha worships the ancestor and offers the grass to the Buddha. Because this Buddha vanilla manu is very rare, it is particularly precious. Ji Xiaolan once saw such a record in a "Xiyang Miscellaneous Talks", when Wusun and Dawan also had a battle for The Buddha's herb Manu, and in order to kill Manu, tens of millions of people spilled their blood on the battlefield. Legend has it that Manu's blood is soaked with the blood of monks and warriors.
Jing Xiaolan looked at the Manu in his hand, the golden yellow leaves, the jade-white roots, the veins of the tendons and veins were indeed blood red, and this Tibetan fragrance was emitted from the root of the block.
Unexpectedly, I saw this rare treasure in front of this Dasaka Peak.
Ji Xiaolan chose dozens of Jiaoshi Xiang to treasure.
The dinner on the journey was very simple, a piece of lamb, a raw onion, two Qiang cakes. In addition, everyone can drink a cup of hot tea – a rare "luxury" on the go.
There was only an empty wine glass. According to local customs, Ji Xiaolan asked everyone to pass on the drink regardless of each other.
Shi Xiang and Liu Qi seemed restrained.
When Erut saw this, he drew his dagger from his waist, came to the edge of the cliff, climbed the vine with agility, came to the coral tree, and cut down four gourd-shaped melons in a row. Then, after going down and cutting 3 of them open, only to smell the aroma of wine that sprayed his nose, Erut dug out the meat, leaving 6 gourd-shaped urns.
"The wine vessel is done."
Yu Bao hurriedly took it, and he was going to pour the wine.
Erut waved his hand:
"You don't have to pour wine."
I saw him scoop 6 empty scoops up the stream and ask everyone to stay for a while.
I really don't know what medicine is sold in the gourd of Erut.
At this moment, the water in the water bubbled up, and the colorless transparent stream also turned pale blue, and gradually turned blue, and a seductive wine aroma became more and more intense.
Erut took a scoop first:
"Please taste it first."
Ji Xiaolan took the urn and took a sip to his lips, which was fragrant and sweet. It is not like Ili wine, but it is better than Ili wine.
Then, Ji Xiaolan motioned for everyone to drink together.
So he exclaimed in a loud voice: Good wine.
Erut was about to unravel the mystery.
Ji Xiaolan said:
"Wait a minute, let me talk about it first, right or wrong."
Ji Xiaolan went on to say:
"This gourd-shaped melon is called 'Qingtian Core'. It is recorded in (Ancient and Modern Qitan): "Wusun has a Qingtian core, as big as six liters, and the empty water is filled with water, and the Russian is made into wine." It seems that this is undoubtedly the Qingtian core. ”
"What the adults said is that this is the Qingtian nuclear ,—— also known as the wine fairy."
"Since arriving in Urumqi, I have inquired many times, but many people do not know the true face of Lushan."
"Qingtian core is a rare thing, and it only bears fruit once every 9981 years. Each Qingtian core tree only bears five fruits at a time,—— if all five cores are removed at a time, the Qingtian core will never bear fruit again. I kept one, so that in eighty-one years I would produce five more cores..."
"How long will this Qingtian core last?"
"Ninety-nine eighty-one hours,—— after this hour, you lose your divine power."
"It's a pity,—— better never lose your strength." Yu Bao interjected, with infinite regret.
"The Qingtian core is not cut open, but it can always maintain this divine power: once it is cut open, there are only nine nine eighty-one hours."
Erut said, and handed the complete Qingtian core to Ji Xiaolan.
"Well, bring it to the capital and let everyone see it."
Ji Xiaolan thought that the Qianlong Emperor was the one who liked anecdotes the most, and this Qingtian core was bound to arouse Qianlong's strong interest.
Ji Xiaolan also has several wine friends, such as the scholar Zhu Zhujun, Zhou Zhigui, Hanlin Zhuxiangyu, Wu Huishu, Langzhong Ge Linxi, etc. often meet at Ji Xiaolan's house to compete in wine. I have not drunk with you for many years, and this time I returned to Beijing to meet my friends and regain my strength. It is not Fei Qian drunken moon, not silver pot golden lord, but pouring wine Fei Zhen, a drunken party Hugh. Gentlemen! Or was that wine good?
Erut is also a rare talent.
Late March is a crescent moon night. The mountains are particularly dark.
Everything around looked dark. Maybe somewhere nearby, a cave is lurking with ferocious beasts, maybe a group of Mahaqin is attacking on the night of the moon's dark killing, or maybe there is some unpredictable disaster that suddenly arrives. Running for several days, plus tomorrow morning to break into the Bantian Risk, after dinner everyone will rest early. People and cars inside the tent. Six horses are tied to a tethered stake in front of the tent. On this night, Erleng and Liu Qi took turns on night duty. Yu bao turned his head and snored. Erut, though lying down, maintained a sense of alertness. Shi Xiang lit a candle. Ji Xiaolan has a habit of reading a book by candle before going to bed, no matter how tired he is during the day. In his hand was a volume of the Western Regions Chronicle. His classmate Zhu Zhuzhu is working on a new "Chronicle of the Western Regions", and he wants to contribute something new to Zhuzhuzhu. Through the flickering candlelight, he saw the little black dog four, watching the population in the tent, with his eyes wide open and his ears up, facing the world of the night. Every night.
Ji Xiaolan couldn't help but sigh and give two poems:
There is no letter of delivery on the way back,
Wind meals and live on the ground and give as they please;
Late at night, after the slave fell asleep,
A few crepe cars to keep the eastbound.
again:
The empty mountain endures hunger day by day,
Snow and ice are rough for hundreds of miles.
I have no official love,
Poor Ru is also too stupid.
Suddenly, the candle burst and swayed sharply. The black dog looked at the night sky warily, and the horse outside the tent was restless. After a while, there was silence again, and the black dog lay quietly. In the distance, there was the sound of a mournful iron flute, with the chill of the night. Then came a deep humming sound, which for a moment seemed to come from the ground, and the next moment it seemed to be in the air.
Ji Xiaolan listened sideways, but there was none, maybe he had misheard it. After a while, I heard this sad and somber hum again, and I was sad and heartbroken. Sound asymptotic. Ji Xiaolan heard that he was singing the Nineteen Chapters of Chinese Music. This was introduced to the Western Regions when Zhang Qiao passed through the Western Regions. As soon as the miao sound changed, a hu sound was added, which was humming tang li gui's almanac "out of the customs", "into the customs" and "out of the plug" and other songs.
Wild mountains and wild mountains, who is screaming in sorrow?
Ji Xiaolan walked out of the tent. The song suddenly lost, only to see a crescent moon faintly appear in the cold clouds. The cold wind flutters, as if it is the artistic conception of the poetry of the ghost Li Yishan: "Empty smell of the ghost song of the night".
Even Ji Xiaolan, who was bold and heroic, also felt creepy.
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