The Minister of War was in a mess. The people watching the fun were busy discussing. Almost no one noticed the scholar who was unlucky to fall off the carriage.

The scholar sprained his right ankle. He endured the pain and got up. He tried hard to protect the box and picked up the scattered bags. He finally cleaned up and was about to ask the person next to him to help him move the box onto the carriage, but suddenly he found that the wheel was wrong and he stopped immediately, and gradually showed a sad expression.

Meng Qi had already walked over and before he could speak, he saw Mr. Jinshui like this.

“…”

But the wheels were broken, so why did it seem like it was hit hard?

It seems that the reason why Mr. Jinshui left Taijing is unusual.

"gentlemen?"

The scholar was still sad and did not respond.

Meng Qi had to use internal force to condense the voice into a thread and directly called out: "Mr. Jinshui?"

The scholar jumped up suddenly, and he immediately screamed in pain because he pulled the wound.

"Sir, I injured my leg just now?"

When Meng Qi turned around, he suddenly saw that Mo Li was coming.

In fact, as soon as Mr. Jinshui stood up, Mo Li saw that something was wrong with his right foot. Seeing that he was dragging his wounds to carry things, he got off the carriage and came to dissuade him.

Let’s talk about the scholar who was originally immersed in being forced to leave Beijing. He encountered an accident on the way, so he was trapped here and unable to move. Now he has no relatives and friends and doesn’t know where to go. At this time, he was suddenly called out by someone and was shocked. He was about to deny it, but he met Mo Li’s face.

“…”

What kind of coincidence is this?

The scholar hurriedly looked around, but saw everyone staring at this place with shiny eyes and whispering. His face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was filled with frightened and angry.

When Meng Qi saw that something was wrong, he immediately said, "Do you go to the teahouse to listen to Pingtan and storytellers on weekdays?"

This question was so stupid that Meng Qi did not wait for the scholar to ask, and further explained: "For those who practice martial arts, we can practice internal skills so that our words can be heard from me, only one person."

The scholar was stunned, and then slowly came to his senses, realizing that things might be different from his thoughts.

Those who point fingers at me may not necessarily know their identity, but may also see the beauty.

——Yes, the doctor who once came to ask for silver needles was outstanding.

After the scholar regained his sanity, he finally realized that his identity was not so easy to be exposed. Although his paintings were famous, they were not as well known to everyone in Taijing, men, women, and young. At least ordinary people would not know it because they could not spend money to buy those picture albums. People with rigorous family traditions would not know it, because if you want to go to Mudanfang for palace maps, you have to find that book shop.

"I'm rude." The scholar bowed embarrassedly.

Although he didn't say anything angry, the misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. He asked himself that he was not a person who was good at concealing his feelings. All kinds of expressions had long sold out all his thoughts, and others were not blind.

The scholar was a little embarrassed at this moment. The other party might have good intentions, but he almost treated it as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Mr.'s feet..."

"It's okay, I just sprained my foot, it's nothing serious. It's better to keep it for two days." The scholar said quickly.

"But the carriage is broken, and you carry so many things, it's really hard to move. Why don't you take our car to Qingjiang Ferry?" Meng Qi suggested casually, he didn't ask the scholar why he left Taijing, nor where he went.

The scholar saw that his luggage was in trouble. He obviously did not look like he was walking with two people who knew his identity, but he had no choice. On the day of the Spring Festival, there were people outside Taijing City, and it was impossible to hire a carriage here for temporary employment. It was impossible to find someone to repair the carriage. Now he is in a hurry to leave Taijing, which is even more delayed.

"Then... I'll both of you."

As soon as the scholar finished speaking, he saw a shocking scene.

Meng Qi untied the rope that dragged the broken car on the horse, then held the shaft of the car, and walked a few steps like carrying a basket to the side of the road.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then more intense discussion broke out.

"He picked up the car? One hand?"

"…What kind of strange power is this?"

Meng Qi wore a hat, and everyone's attention was not on his appearance, but was surprised by the easy move of moving the carriage away. However, on the day of the Spring Festival, many talented people would usually appear, and countless people would want to make a name for themselves.

Anyway, no talented or strong men are as famous as beauty.

Mo Li wanted to bring Mr. Jinshui's box and bag without notice, but half of them were staring at him. Even Meng Qi moved the car with one hand and couldn't let them look away.

Mo Li had experienced the enthusiasm of the people of Taijing in Dongcheng City half a month ago.

However, the capital city is too big and the news is slowly transmitted, and many people have never heard of it.

"I don't know who is here to do something in Taijing..."

While everyone was talking, they came forward to ask with courage.

Lu Min beat him with a bitter face. As soon as Mr. Jinshui and his luggage got on the car, he immediately urged the horse pulling the cart, as if he was in a hurry to rush.

Meng Qi tied the empty horse behind the shaft and did not let it pull the cart together.

——According to etiquette, common people cannot ride a cart pulled by two horses.

People in the martial arts world rarely abide by the rules. They dare to wear silk and satin that the common people are not allowed to wear. Not to mention a carriage with two horses, they still sit on a carriage with four horses. However, they are all in wilderness. It is better to have less things than more things in places like the capital. There is no need to directly violate taboos.

I chose to set off on the day of the Spring Festival because there were countless carriages leaving the city on this day. On the one hand, it could cover up the whereabouts of the second prince, and on the other hand, it was to avoid those who were squatting in the capital to inquire about the news.

Among them, those who committed murder cases, as well as those who had the identity of a pawn under the command of the King of Heavenly King of Jiangnan or the Southwest, were almost caught by Gong Jun. Deputy Commander Gong was very loyal, and Mo Li Mengqi helped him, and he turned around and suppressed the treasure of Emperor Li's tomb. Anyway, the pit had been almost filled with sand and stones, and as long as no one was digging it, it would be done.

** Temple has been destroyed, and the new temple will not be built in its original place.

The people trapped in Shangyun Mountain that day were more keen on talking about the strange things they encountered in the mountains than Treasures. The treasures were illusory, but the dragon was real and they saw them with their own eyes! However, whenever they were gesturing to others, the other party was indifferent and only repeatedly asked about the treasures of the imperial tombs. After a few times, even the best-tempered person would turn against each other, and even overturn the table and search the guys.

In fact, this cannot be blamed. There are rumors of strange phenomena in Taijing restaurants and tea shops, and I am tired of hearing them.

In this way, one side thought the other was talking nonsense, while the other side felt that the other side looked down on him, and they all said that the treasure of the imperial tomb was a trap set by the ancestor Qingwu, and they still had to ask questions. They didn't say anything and fought hard, but the officers in the Taijing City Inspection Office almost broke their legs.

Meng Qi only took Mo Li to visit the East City two or three times, but the agile people had already bought news from Fengxing Pavilion, and they all guessed who the person who pretended to be the national master of the previous dynasty was, and what role he played in the palace change.

But things are too complicated, and it also involves the Qingwu Ancestor.

Now the ancestor Qingwu is alive and dies, and only finds out that he has assisted the second prince in plotting a rebellion but dies under artillery. To be honest, nine out of ten people do not believe the news.

Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu, is the world's number one master. His cannon is powerful, but he is so bulky. Couldn't he run away?

Some people wanted to ask Meng Qi what was going on, but Meng Qi came and went in a hurry, and the place where they appeared was in restaurants, snack shops, and even street vendors. They bought it and left, and never stopped.

The people from Fengxing Pavilion tried to follow, but none of them succeeded.

Mo Li was reading medical books in the remote courtyard of the Eastern Palace, reading mountains and rivers, and eating a piece of spring cake and drinking a cup of good tea in his spare time. He occasionally tasted delicious food from the capital with Meng Qi. He had no idea that the people outside were almost looking for them.

At this moment, Meng Qi leaned on the shaft of the carriage, looking leisurely.

According to the plan, even if he did not meet Mr. Jinshui, he would leave some clues without a trace, so that those people in the martial arts world knew that "Master Meng" had left, and that the last one would help the prince and let those guys who were causing trouble all day long get out of Taijing earlier.

Yes, not the prince, now he should be called Emperor Qi.

People's name is called emperors, and they dare not say too much. Some people are bold and disregarded, and they will use the year name to denote it.

For example, during Lu Zhang's reign, he changed his reign three times, and the one he used the longest was Taiyuan, so he was called Emperor Taiyuan. However, after his death, he should have called the temple name and posthumous title, but the court did not mourn, so these things were gone.

The most coincidental thing is that the year name is new now. After Lu Zhang met Xingbo on the day of the previous year, he ordered the Imperial Heavenly Prison to re-select the auspicious one, which could withstand the disaster for him to choose. Finally, he fell in love with "Yongchen".

It took me more than a month to die.

The good year number that I chose after so much hardship was returned to my son. I wonder what Lu Zhang would think.

The title of Emperor Yongchen is really wonderful.

"Brother Meng, why are you laughing?"

Mo Li asked inexplicably.

Not only were they in the car, but Lu Min, who had his head curled and Mr. Jinshui, whose face turned pale.

"... According to the alchemist, a person's name can be used to measure characters and see the number of life of this person. As for alias, things like names are not as important as real names, but they can also affect their luck." Meng Qi seemed to smile.

Mo Li couldn't react and was seriously thinking about what kind of indescribable thing Mr. Jinshui's name had made?

"Well, it's his brother." Meng Qi pointed at the second prince casually.

Mo Li was stunned and soon thought of the year name.

When the emperor dies, the emperor who succeeds to the throne cannot change the era and usually has to wait until the second year.

The problem with Lu Jin is that he may not be able to live until the next year to change his reign - he may only be called Emperor Yongchen.

Chen is the hub of the star and the sky, and the heavenly palace where the North Star is located is exactly what the emperor wants.

Even Lu Min, who was poorly reading the book, knew the meaning of this word, and his smile could not be curbed, and the corners of his mouth kept tilting upwards.

"Yes, good sign!"

“…”

Mo Li looked at Lu Min and didn't say that the emperor would have to change the era next year. This sign was not really good, otherwise it would have to be postponed for one year. What is "Yongchen"?

"Just let him catch the train well." Mo Li said helplessly.

Don't have anything to do or not to play with the second prince.

Mr. Jinshui calmed down. He looked at the three people in the car, but he couldn't see their identities and origins, and could not even guess the relationship between them. He had to ask, "Three people are--"

"I came to the capital with the doctor. I didn't want to encounter a lockdown. I delayed a lot of itinerary and now I'm about to leave." Meng Qi casually patted Lu Min's shoulder and opened his eyes and said lying, "His brother used him to pay his debts. It is said that he can use everything and people can use his talents. Since he knows horses, he will use it as a coachman."

The scholar was stunned and subconsciously hugged the bag tightly.
To be continued...