When traveling, it is inevitable to have one bumpy dream after another.
Except for a short break in Shuiyang Town and a half-minute stop every two hours to take care of some urgent matters, the rest of the time everyone stayed quietly and well-behaved in the car, including at night, when they hurried on after changing horses at the post station.
On the fourth day, they bypassed the outer city of Yingtian Prefecture.
On the evening of the sixth day, we arrived at the port of Songjiang Cangcheng. It was dark and quiet all around, but what was surprising was that just by being in this time and space, we could taste a sense of order from this quietness.
After receiving the order, Xianjin and Hengxi got off the car one after another. Seeing this scene, Xianjin suddenly felt palpitations, and the "bang bang bang" sound in his chest resounded through the sky.
The silence of the sky and the vastness of the river, the big ship and the sparks, the towering masts and the busy and silent sailors...
On the calm river, more than twenty one-masted and multi-sailed Guang ships were moored in sequence on the inner bank of the harbor, rising and falling with the surging undercurrent of the river. The first three Guang ships were a whole size larger than the next dozen or so ships, as tall as a building, with a pointed bottom, a wide top, and a high top, looking like a phoenix standing with its head held high.
Shocked.
Nothing to say except shock.
Xianjin turned his eyes away.
The port should be cleared, and there are officials in official uniforms or people in uniform walking quickly with their heads down... Are they guards?
Xianjin supported Hengxi and Liangeng, who had been sitting in a carriage for six or seven days. He slept drowsily and woke up hazily every day. Now his mind was dull, and his eyes were staring blankly at the row of men in blue satin uniforms with their heads buried.
"...Those are the eunuchs."
The voice came from behind.
Xianjin shuddered and turned around. It was Qiao Hui, wearing a scarlet official robe with a leopard embroidered on the patch, striding forward with a golden sword.
Among the fifth-rank civil servants in green robes, he looked dignified and tall.
Xianjin is a girl studying business. She searched and searched again in her meager and scarce historical knowledge: There seems to be a saying that only those above the third rank can wear red robes?
A twenty-year-old third-rank military commander strode forward from the starry sky.
Xianjin's brain, which was in desperate need of rest, froze for a moment. While it was frozen, for some reason, she wanted to walk forward and embrace Qiao Hui with her arms.
The wind from the river fluttered past her, and Xianjin shivered. She regained her senses, and suddenly remembered that night, when she was still awake. In her daze, she saw Qiao Hui, who had already walked out of the door, suddenly turn over and jump into the room through the window. He did nothing but squat in the corner, staring at her behind the curtain with burning eyes...
While Xianjin was going through this inexplicable inner monologue, Qiao Hui had already walked up to him.
"The eunuchs in the palace all have strange tempers. Don't stare at them. You'll annoy them if you stare at them too much." Qiao Hui stood to the side, took down the two large boxes of luggage from the back of the carriage, and handed them to the guards behind him.
The guard behind him poked his head out from behind Qiao Hui. He was not very old, with bright eyes and a curious look. He quickly put his middle finger on his lips, then stretched out his palm and stood it upright, waving it from the back to the front at the side of his head, and finally pinched his earlobe.
This action seems familiar...
Xianjin smiled and nodded.
Qiao Hui pretended to kick the boy's knee, "Stop making trouble! Send the luggage to the ship first - remember it's the Yimao ship."
Hengxi leaned against Xianjin and tugged at his sleeve.
Xianjin woke up as if from a dream, and turned sideways to introduce Hengxi, "Qiao Hui, the eldest son of Qiao Shanchang." He then introduced Hengxi, "Boss Hengji Heng, also known as the Fifth Girl."
Qiao Hui nodded, "Boss Heng."
Then he slowly moved his eyes away from Hengxi's body that was almost sticking to Xianjin's arm.
A group of eunuchs carrying large boxes passed by behind him. Qiao Hui stretched out his hand and held Xian Jin inside as if nothing had happened. "Let's get on the boat first. We can't delay the auspicious time calculated by the Huguo Temple."
He just happened to save Xianjin's arm from Hengxi's hand, and by the way occupied a powerful position, guarding Xianjin's right arm, which was a strategic location.
Xianjin smiled and asked, "Does Princess Bai'an believe in Buddhism?"
Qiao Hui raised the corners of his lips, neither saying yes nor no, "There are a total of 304 people going out to sea this time, and many of them believe in Buddhism."
Well, traveling was not easy in ancient times, and one had to have faith to support oneself so as not to curse God for having no parents when encountering rough seas.
Qiao Hui walked slowly and calmly to the right front of Xianjin, half a step away. He introduced the itinerary in a hoarse but measured voice, "...we will go down along the Yangtze River, then turn to Jian'anhai Road, go south along the Minjiang River estuary, cross the Minjiang River waterway, and arrive at Fuzhou Prefecture."
We are almost reaching the middle and lower reaches of the fleet.
Qiao Hui stopped in front of a pier. A large sign with the words "Yimao" was hung on the hull of the boat. Xianjin held the rope tightly with both hands and stepped onto the pier to move upwards.
Qiao Hui stretched out his hand, "Hold?"
Xianjin pulled his hand back from the rope as if he had been electrocuted. "What the hell are you doing?"
There are so many people!
Qiao Hui shrugged, "This boat is high. I'm afraid you'll slip and lose your grip, and fall into the water, becoming a proud long-haired water monkey, bullying the heavens under the Yangtze River."
Xianjin:...
Thank you for describing the drowning so vividly.
Qiao Hui's familiar formula of talking nonsense made Xianjin feel more at ease. Xianjin pulled the hemp rope tightly and pouted, "Go to hell!"
The strong bones trained by the Eight-Section Brocade allowed Xianjin to quickly climb up the window board in two steps. A soft and delicate voice came from behind him, "Lead?"
Xianjin turned around and saw the little girl from Hengxi pouting and almost putting her hand into his mouth.
Xianjin smiled and held the little girl's delicate hand, "...You're almost there, but you're still acting like a spoiled brat?"
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