Take the hospital back to ancient times

Chapter 315

After Chen Buer and the others escaped from Xingqing Mansion overnight, they had already run into the desert when the sun rose.

In fact, they also scare themselves,
First, they were not exposed, and no one knew that they set fire to commit the crime.Second, now that Xingqing Mansion has become a big fire pit, who has time to manage the few Han people?

However, the information asymmetry and the guilt of being a thief made these 20 people slip faster than rabbits, fearing that they would be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, and all of them would die.

Just entering the desert, looking at the sky full of yellow sand, Chen Buer and the others are all very happy to travel. After all, the ancients rarely traveled long distances, let alone swim to the desert.

So no matter if it was Chen Buer, Pan Mingguang, or Chai Zijin, once they entered the Tengger Desert, they all went crazy with joy, and they spent a long time playing sandboarding alone.

Chen Buer even became very popular with poetry, and chanted a poem on the spot:
"If you want to ask a bicycle, it belongs to the country and passes through Juyan. When you conquer Peng, you go out of Hansai, and you return to Hutian. The desert is solitary, and the long river falls into the sun. When you ride in Xiaoguan, you are protected by Yanran."

"it is good!!!"

Pan Mingguang, Zhu Lichen and Du Zongzhe clapped their hands repeatedly: "Good poems, good poems, Seventh brother really has a good literary talent!"

Chai Zijin blushed, "Seventh brother, this, this seems to be "The Envoy to the Fortress" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty."

"Ah? That's it, Khan, haha, no wonder why I thought it sounded so familiar, so I blurted it out."

Chen Buer patted his head while laughing, he was so embarrassed that he could use his toes to dig out a three-bedroom and two-living room on the ground. He traveled to an overhead space. He only knew that the Song Dynasty was gone, but he forgot that the Tang Dynasty still existed.

"Well, wait, I'll write another poem for you."

I saw Chen Buer standing on a small sandbag, looking into the distance with deep eyes, and waved his hand.

"The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Why don't you be a golden brain, let's go to the clear autumn"

"Good poems, good poems, Seventh brother is really a great talent, hahaha."

"Master is so wet!"

The dead fans applauded again.

Chai Zijin raised his hand weakly again: "Seventh brother, this is also "23 Horse Poems" by Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty..."

Chen Buer was immediately discouraged. It seems that he traveled back to the ancient times and was destined not to be Wen Chaogong. Fortunately, this was also in the desert. If he was in Bianliang City, he would have to be laughed to death.

The day after the group escaped from Xingqing Mansion was Lunar New Year's Day (New Year's Eve).

This year has been memorable, and it was spent in a tent deep in the desert.

Anyway, they were all brothers and cronies, so Chen Buer didn't hide it anymore, and directly took out all kinds of delicacies, filled a tent, and filled up all beer, white wine and wine.

Everyone sang and danced, and got very drunk.

This is much happier than fleeing in the mountains of eastern Liaodong. At that time, I was afraid of being overtaken by the Liao army, and I didn't even dare to raise an open fire. Now I don't have such scruples in the desert, and I can play whatever I want.

You don't even need to watch the whistle, and there is not even a ghost in this windy night in the Tengger Desert.

In the next few days, they continued to advance westward in the desert. At the beginning, everyone was very happy, but at the end, their vision was numb, and when they rode horses until they vomited blood, all the young men were exhausted.

When they crossed the [-]-mile desert and arrived outside Xiliang City, each of them was ashamed and dirty all over their bodies. They were all like savages. Even Chen Buer's mount, the little white dragon, became smaller. Black dragon.

There is no need to make up and dress up, and people can tell that they are traveling merchants at a glance.

Xiliang City, located in Wuwei of later generations, is the place where the "horse stepping on a flying swallow" was unearthed.

This is an important city in the central part of the Xixia Kingdom, and it is also one of the destinations of Chen Buer's trip. After passing Xiliang Mansion, the south is the territory of Dazhou, and they will be considered to have escaped and ascended to heaven.

Chen Bu'er was in a good mood, humming a Beijing opera while staggering towards the city gate.

"Pinggui surrendered the Red Mane War, and the Tang king rewarded me as the governor. The Xiliang Kingdom rebelled, and your father went to the palace to force me to wear this ginseng in front of the battle, and the mandarin ducks were separated from each other~~~~ "

When approaching the city gate, I found a large number of merchants gathered outside the city gate, some driving horse-drawn carriages and some riding camels. It seemed that everyone who entered the city was being strictly checked.

Chen Buer and the others were also driving a carriage at this time, pulling medicinal materials, pretending to be a caravan selling medicine.

Not to mention that the city walls were full of Xixia soldiers, the gates of the city also began to strictly check the first person entering the city, including breaking up all goods, and inspecting everything.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit chilly, colder than the cold wind in December.

The fat man asked from the side: "Young master, what should we do? It seems that someone is wanted, could it be some of us?"

If the city walls of Xiliang Prefecture were covered with pictures of the arsonist Chen Buer, they would have no choice but to turn around and run away. Murder and arson would have been a simple click in ancient times, not to mention that what they burned was the imperial city of a country.

Chen Buer didn't take it seriously:
"What are you afraid of? We are just like them now, we are all vendors, or vendors of medicinal materials. You all have to make a deal, and you can have a good rest when you go to the city and find an inn. Grandma, this young master is exhausted these days."

Pan Mingguang looked at his friends in the team. They were all unkempt. They didn't look like rich men. They were almost like beggars. The cold wind in the desert was really fierce.

"Haha, we are really like a traveling trader like this. Lian Zijin's little boy has now turned into a little black carbon."

Chai Zijin grinned and rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and go to the city, I want to take a quick shower."

Several people drove the carriage to the gate of the city. The key point was that the interrogation was very strict. Every sack and box had to be opened and searched. Fortunately, the carriage was loaded with medicinal materials urgently needed by the Xixia Kingdom, so they did not make too much trouble.

When Chen Buer passed by the city gate, he was a little puzzled to see the white sail and white lanterns hanging on the gate tower.

After entering the city, I found the best inn. After staying in the desert for eight days, everyone was extremely exhausted. Everyone couldn't wait to take a bath and sleep for another three days and three nights.

The best inn in Xiliang City is the Shunjin Inn located in the city. The original conditions were incomparable with Bianliang.

The entire Xixia has a population of only 300 million, and the population of Liangzhou City is only 5.

However, the city is quite lively, because Xiliang Mansion is located at the junction of Dazhou, Xixia, and Tubo, and it is also a necessary place on the Silk Road leading to the Western Regions, so the business industry is still very developed.

People of all races can be seen on the street, bearded people from the Western Regions, Tibetans with plateau red on their faces, grassland peoples who smell bad all over their bodies, bald Liao people, and local Xixia people with Afu head.

In addition, Han people like Chen Buer were inconspicuous among the crowd.

(End of this chapter)