Chapter 759: How good is a person

Before it got dark, the coachman couldn’t help but whipped his horse again. Then hurry up. At the feet of the emperor, in the imperial city, this is the first time he has come to the capital. No one has been a few miles away from the village, the most is to go to the town to sell some things, but he actually arrived in the capital.
At the feet of the emperor.
This is the most prosperous place in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, and seeing the capital in this life is really dead without regret.
"Old man," he flicked his whip lightly again, "If you run faster, I know that this road is also a hard work for you, but we will be in the capital soon, and we will wait after the capital. , You can eat good fodder, so it will be another hard day."
I don't know if this horse understood it. It also ran away with its hooves, and it was also splashed with clusters of dust, and among the dust was the carriage that had gone away.
The carriage drove for about two hours before they arrived in the boundary of the capital.
The carriage was about to enter the city, but was stopped.
"Who is sitting in the carriage?"
The capital is about to be curfew, so people and carriages entering or leaving the capital at this time are subject to routine inspections.
The coachman had never seen such a formation before, and he immediately settled there, his body was shaking, his legs were weak, and he couldn't even speak.
Just when the gatekeepers were about to come over to expose the carriage, one thing was lost, and it was a bit worse, that was smashing the gatekeeper’s face. The militiaman just wanted to get angry, and wanted to see which boldness it was. You dare to do something with them, you really don’t want to live, right?
As the saying goes, the people don't fight against the officials. No matter how they are, they are all soldiers of the capital, and they also eat the royal salary. If you offend them, it is a trivial matter whether you can enter the city or not. If not, you have to be careful of the prison disaster, or be careful of your own life.
But when the goalkeeper saw the words engraved on the token, he suddenly felt that the token was so hot, and he would hurriedly step forward with his hands and put the token on the carriage carefully. .
"Let's go," Beng Hengsi stretched out his hand, the inner strength of his fingers came out, and then he sucked Ling Pai into his palm.
The goalkeeper hurriedly let go, and also lowered his head, just like the monsters and monsters from above, very fierce.
The coachman was also frightened and wiped the cold sweat on his head. Good deed, what kind of person is this? Even these officials are respectful to him. It's not a high-ranking member of Beijing. Token, they walked all the way, no one dared to block the way, no matter how late, they can enter the city, no matter how early they can go out of the city, there is no disadvantage.
Although he had this doubt in his mind, he didn't think too much about it. After all, the prosperous place at the feet of the emperor is not comparable to ordinary places.
The coachman is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Everything is curiosity, and everything feels novel. He must watch, listen, remember and remember. After returning to the village, he can tell others, in the end There are people, things, and good things in this capital, and these things can make him talk about it for a lifetime.
Even if the capital is under curfew at this time, there are still many shops on both sides. The moat is also brightly lit, and you can even hear all kinds of drums. The painting boats above are connected to each other. Spectacular.
The coachman didn't even know what these paintings were used for, he just felt that these big boats were really beautiful, and even a street was brightly lit, and people inside were constantly coming and going.
It seems that there is still a fragrant wind coming.
The coachman really wanted to see what was on sale there, and how could there be such a beautiful light?
Son, what does that place do? How come there are so many lights? What are they selling?
The coachman couldn't help asking, and now all he could ask was the one in the coach.
Brandon opened his eyes, but he knew what the coachman was referring to without opening the curtain of the carriage?
The most famous flower street in Beijing, why do you want to go?
Branding asked the coachman.
"Hey..."
The coachman touched his head embarrassedly, "The son is joking, I have no money, I can't go."
In fact, he still feels a little eager to move in his heart, but think again about what the storyteller said, where he went, not to mention that there is no entanglement, even his life may be in it.
Mr. Storyteller also said that if you die under the peony flower, it is also romantic.
But he still doesn't want to be a ghost. He still wants to be a man. When he goes back, he can get twenty taels of silver. This silver is enough to build a house for his family, and then he can marry him a capable wife. , I will have a better life in the future.
Why does he want to be a ghost, let the old Lao Ziniang not want to be a ghost for others?
I really don’t know whether these books are true or false. How can there be such a stupid person who must be a ghost?
"Drive!" He flicked his horse again, and walked in the direction pointed by Brand Hengsi. As for the brightly lit Huajie Liuxiang, the scalp was tingling at first sight. How could it pass?
It's not a good place in Beijing, it's just a on earth that doesn't know where it comes from. Humanoids go in and ghosts go out.
Think about it, he always feels numb on his scalp, let alone other things.
The carriage was walking on the official road from time to time. I don't know how long it took. The carriage driver had already driven the carriage to the door of a big house.
This mansion is different from other places. There is no family around it, and the area of ​​the whole house in the middle of Beijing is so huge, and there are four very prestigious guards standing at the door.
Regardless of other things, all of these guards are tall and majestic, and their temples are all bulging, and even the back of the hand holding the spear is covered with blue veins. It can be seen that these people are definitely not empty. , But a real master inside the house.
"What do you leave now!"
When the guards saw the carriage stopped, they drank in a deep voice, which would scare the coachman to the point of not falling off the carriage.
Just when the coachman still didn't know how to respond, the curtain of the carriage was opened, a jade-like hand stretched out, and then one person got out of the carriage.
That kind of Zhilan Yushu, so clean and dust-free.
The guards at the door were all there, and there was no response for a long time?
Branding walked out, and then walked forward, and the coachman couldn't help shaking his hand in cold sweat, my uncle, you can easily be killed like this.