I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 227 Missing
"Thank you, Zhang Zi, for your suggestion!"

Thinking clearly about the key point, Liyang Ling hurriedly bowed his hands and thanked Zhang Tao.

Of course, Zhang Tao had already walked out.

I only heard Zhang Tao singing outside the door, it was "Beating the Drum" in the Book of Songs

"Life and death have a great agreement, and I will talk to you! Hold your hand and grow old together!"

Li Yangling's eye sockets instantly turned red.

This poem reminded him of his various experiences with Zhang Tao over the years.

The encounter, acquaintance, getting along, and acquaintance of the two people is not an earth-shattering legend, but an ordinary story.

Both of them yearned for poetry and the distance. In the words of later generations, both were romantics.

During their relationship, both of them could have been officials in Qin State, but in the end, in order not to be separated from each other, one became an official and the other became a diner.

Zhang Tao gave up fame and wealth for him, but now, he wants to drive Zhang Tao away at this time.

To put it nicely, he did it for protection.But if you compare your heart to your heart and pretend that you are Zhang Tao, don't you think this is a kind of humiliation?
Li Yangling hurried out of the study, trying to catch Zhang Tao.

Of course, Zhang Tao had already returned to the room, and the moment he rushed out, he turned around and closed the door tightly.

"Hey!"

Li Yangling sighed deeply, he knew that maybe today, he really angered Zhang Tao, a bosom friend who has known him for many years.

But now is obviously not the time to lament these things. Although the hope of this catastrophe is slim, it is not yet the time to decide on the sentence, and he will never give up hope of survival early.

Thinking of Zhang Tao's reminder, Liyang Ling went back to the study, summoned some scary people, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and went to the Liyang Prison.

……

As night falls, calculate the time. This season should belong to the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

The moon is so far away, it should be August [-]th!

Sitting on the grass in the cell, Qin Yong thought to himself.

At this moment, he had already changed into his prison uniform, and he sat here for two hours. The ground was icy cold, and the cell was ventilated on all sides, and he was wearing a prison uniform, which could not keep out the cold at all.

Fortunately, he is now in a strong body. Although the cold is uncomfortable, it is not unbearable for him.

"Almost a year!"

Suddenly, Qin Yong muttered to himself.

Come to think of it, he's been here for almost a year now.

In the Warring States Period, there was no Mid-Autumn Festival.

In his previous life, he had endorsed moon cakes and learned about the history of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival began in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty.

I remember that at this time last year, he had just traveled here not long ago.According to the customs of later generations, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion.

As for him, when he came to this era, he happened to have both parents died, and that feeling was very bleak.

At that time, he still thought, forget about this year, even if there is no Mid-Autumn Festival here, he will have to get a few mooncakes to reward himself in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

But he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the second year, he would be in the prison.

If you really complied with that sentence, you are not as good as God!

At this moment, sitting here alone, Qin Yong couldn't help but sigh with emotion over the various experiences of this year.

He never thought that the legendary time travel would happen to him one day.

I never thought that I could do so many earth-shattering events in this era.

It's a pity that all this has not yet come to an end, but I have already faced such a situation.

The faces of those relatives and friends in the previous life appeared in his mind, and he suddenly discovered that even after being separated for more than a year, it seemed like tens of thousands of years had passed.

In this era, the skills of his afterlife gave him superhuman abilities.

But he doesn't like it very much. In this era, he is like an outsider. In many cases, he can't blend in at all.

Especially at this time, he misses the past, his relatives and friends in the previous life in every possible way.

Suddenly, Qin Yong stood up, looked at the full moon outside the window, and a poem by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei appeared in his mind.

"I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and I miss my relatives during the festive season! I know that my brothers are climbing high, and there is one less person planting dogwood everywhere!"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Qin Yong couldn't help reading this poem. Before he knew it, his voice was trembling slightly, and his eyes were also blushing for no reason.

Outside, Li Yangling, who had just walked in front of his cell, stopped suddenly. This poem seemed to hit his heart hard with a hammer.

The tone order of the poems in each dynasty is actually different.

Just like the poems of this era, they are completely different from what Qin Yong just read.

But the beauty in words is not different.

The tone of this poem is very unique and novel to Liyang Ling Wu Hua, who has never heard of it, but as a romanticist, he can deeply feel the emotion in this poem.

It is inevitable for poets to feel sorrow for spring and autumn, and poetry is the window of expression for all these, and it is a description of the longing of a romanticist.

Wuhua was shocked by this poem, but was also deeply attracted by its beauty and desolation.

After a long time, he just sighed and slowly came to the prison door.

When Qin Yong heard the movement behind him, he rubbed his eyes quickly, turned his head to look, saw that it was Wu Hua, and said with a smile, "Wu Zi, why are you here?"

Wu Zi opened the prison door himself, walked in, and said with a smile: "Come and see Xuan Wenjun, I just heard Xuan Wenjun reciting poems, I never thought that Xuan Wenjun could have such a talent at such a young age!"

"Wu Zi was joking, just talking nonsense!"

Qin Yong was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands.

He didn't explain the meaning of the origin of this poem to others. He was joking and told a person from the Warring States period about the Tang Dynasty. Would the other party understand?
"Wu Zi, how is your wife doing now?"

Qin Yong's heart moved, and he couldn't help thinking about Wu Ya.

Although he was considered a wanderer in the flowers in his previous life, he was the kind who never thought of getting married.

After coming to this era, Wu Ya could be called his first woman, and she was a serious one.

With today's matter, he could imagine that with Wu Ya's serious attitude towards him, Wu Ya might feel like dying after he left.

But there is no way, this matter, no matter what, it is impossible for him to let Wu Ya get involved.

He has even thought about it, no matter whether this catastrophe can be survived or not, before the result comes out, he must find a way to sever all ties with Wu Ya's family, even if it is a life-and-death contract.

Only in this way, if I really can't escape, I won't implicate them.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xuan Wen, Madam has been appeased for the time being. With Wu Hua here, it's all right!"

Wu Hua walked into the cell, and gave a brief overview of Wu Ya's situation. He tried his best to give Qin Yong a comfort.

Immediately afterwards, he beckoned, and someone from outside immediately came in to lay out mats, set up tables, and at the same time bring pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

When Qin Yong saw this, he couldn't help being taken aback, came to Wu Hua and knelt down, and said, "Wu Zi, what do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)