"Then how are you doing?"
Wen Heng's face was gloomy and rainy, but when he was extremely angry, he kept calm and asked coldly, "If I insist on going back, you will repeat the Baoan Temple set and knock me out and take me away?"
He was really angry, and Fan Yang also knew that he had gone too far, and regardless of the fact that the sword wound on his leg was not healed, he immediately knelt down and gritted his teeth: "Please sir, go west as originally planned. My life is my brother Aque. For those who are rescued, my subordinates would like to personally return to Runing City to find out."
Although Wen Heng was furious, he wasn't crazy enough to lose his mind, and he didn't want to get angry with Fan Yang: "It wasn't your fault originally, it has nothing to do with you, you don't need to say such things."
Fan Yang insisted: "Then send two people back to investigate. In any case, the son must not take risks rashly."
The two sides are at a deadlock and have their own reasons.
The blood continued to seep from the sword sore, and it spread into a pool at the knee, soaking the robe. But even so, Fan Yang couldn't afford to kneel for a long time, and he took all the guards to kneel, silently and forcefully blocking his decision.
Wen Heng was silent for a long time and finally gave in.
"I see."
He said, "Just do as you say."
The pressure in Fan Yang's heart was suddenly relieved, and Wen Heng said again: "Tell them, just do your best to search, and take self-protection first in case of trouble, and don't put yourself in it."
Fan Yang didn't feel anything when he argued with him, but at this moment, when he heard Heng's words, he felt a sore throat and almost tears: "Young master... subordinate, I..."
Wen Heng closed his eyes so tired that he didn't want to listen any more, and said lightly, "You should go back to recuperate. I'm tired too."
He said he was going to rest, and he closed his eyes just to pretend, and when the horses hooves galloped away from the car, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and the breath he held was slowly revealed, but he still felt depressed in his heart.
Wen Heng understood what he finally gave in, not just Ah Que.
He was incapable of protecting himself and others, so he had no choice. After struggling in vain, he thought he had straightened his back, but he still had to bow his head to the trend.
Others will always leave him, and in the turbulent current of fate, who he wants to keep, he can't just rely on God's extra grace.
The carriage started to drive again, and the north wind whistled outside the window, like a mournful cry. With this sad sound, he silently buried a person in his heart.
Runing City was not far from their final destination, Mengfeng City. Wen Heng and the others hurriedly hurried, and the next day they finally arrived at a farm outside Wanlaimen. Now that the news of King Qing's rebellion has spread all over the world, Zhuangtou took them in tremblingly, and went into the city overnight to report to Wanlaimen. That night someone drove a carriage bearing the imprint of the Liu family to pick them up and escorted Wen Heng and the others to the Inside Mengfeng City.
Mengfengcheng is not quite the same as the capital. The emperor has the most dignitaries, and the imperial city is patrolled day and night. The city is stable and prosperous. Mengfengcheng is located at the west end of the Tianshou, backed by Monsanto. Several martial arts sects have settled here. Therefore, the folk customs are fierce, and seven out of ten people walking on the street are armed with swords and swords. The officers and soldiers guarding the city were not very strict, and for fear of offending the characters, the Liu family carriage entered the city smoothly without even having to lift the curtain.
Wen Heng's mother, Princess Qing, whose full name is Liu Feishhuang, is the youngest daughter of Liu Laomen's knee, and the two elder brothers. Wen Heng had only seen these two uncles when he was very young, and he had long since forgotten what they looked like.
The servants in the door led Wen Heng to the second hall, invited him to drink tea for a while, and hurriedly went to inform the door master and elders, and he disappeared without a trace. Wen Heng drank the first-class Mao Feng, and looked at the furnishings in the courtyard with a cold eye, but seeing the exquisiteness everywhere, he said that it was no exaggeration to say that he was magnificent, not like a martial arts sect, but like a noble family in the capital.
After waiting for a long time, the bowl of tea was about to bottom out, and a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a long sword hurriedly stepped into the second hall, suddenly stopped in front of Wen Heng, and looked at his shoulder very affectionately. , said in surprise: "Good boy, do you still recognize me? I'm your second uncle."
Wen Heng got up to perform the junior salute and bowed to him: "My nephew pays respects to my uncle."
Liu Suiyun hurriedly told him to sit down, screened and stepped down, asked in detail about the troubles of the palace, and when he talked about the death of the princess, he couldn't help but feel sad: "Pity my sister, I have persuaded her that the noble family is not the lifelong trust of the people in the rivers and lakes. , but she was determined to follow your father, and she made a wrong step, which led to her death today!"
Wen Heng's eyebrows moved, but he still lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he didn't understand the complaining in his words.
The two talked about the various turmoil in the past ten days, Liu Suiyun tried again and again, Wen Heng never made a statement, and when he had nothing to say, Liu Suiyun had to clarify his words: "I can't go back to the capital when I see it. , Right now the court is chasing Zhengyan, what is your nephew's plan in the future? Say it and let my uncle help you to see the details."
Wen Heng Shi Shiran got up, long bowed to the ground, and said very sincerely: "I am alone now, only my uncle's family is left. The court wants to cut the grass and root, but my nephew has no long things, and there is really nowhere to go. Under my uncle's sect, I have the protection of Wanlai Sect to avoid this catastrophe."
He put on a big hat, but Liu Suiyun absolutely did not dare to accept it. He evaded hesitantly and said, "This... is about Wan Lai's door, and I can't control it alone. This matter needs to be decided by your uncle."
Wen Heng was not embarrassed to be rejected, and he followed up and asked, "Uncle is right. But why didn't you see Uncle? I think he wasn't in the mansion today?"
"Ah... Yes, he has something to do." Liu Suiyun felt that if he continued to chat, he might not be able to hold back, so he quickly said, "You are running all the way, and you are sick again, take care of your body first, and the rest will wait for you. Uncle, come back and talk."
Before Wen Heng could answer, he shouted loudly, "Come on! Send the young master to the inn to rest."
Wen Heng said happily: "Thank you for your concern, uncle, then it is better to be respectful than to obey."
He added: "My nephew has one more thing to ask for: I have two guards who are one step behind and are still on the way. Maybe they will arrive today. I hope my uncle will order someone to pick them up and bring the two of them to the mansion."
Compared with his troublesome spirit, Liu Suiyun naturally wouldn't refuse the trivial matters, and readily agreed, "Don't worry about Heng'er, my uncle is in charge of this matter, and he will definitely bring people to you safely."
Wen Heng was finally satisfied, and followed the servant in the door to the guest house to rest.
Fan Yang and the others were entertained by the Liu family's steward. After observing the words and expressions, they came back and quietly said to Wen Heng: "Young master, I see the meaning of Wan Lai's family, and it seems that we are not very welcome. You are the master of the Liu family. Nephew, you should be greeted as your own family, but today it is like sending a poor relative to perfunctory. They have also benefited from the palace over the years, but it is really cold to act like this. "
Wen Heng had just drank the medicine, and closed his eyes and said lazily, "You have a self-knowledge, aren't we just poor relatives who are fake?"
Fan Yang was anxious for him: "Then what's your plan? Whether to stay or go, you have to find a way out for yourself first."
"Wait."
Wen Heng settled the situation in one sentence, no longer gave him a chance to talk, and only said: "Don't worry about what I plan to do, think about how you plan to plan in the future. Follow me through hardships and burdens along the way, and now the crisis is finally resolved, Wanlaimen also If you can afford it, you might as well take this opportunity to settle down and live a good life.”
Fan Yang was shocked and lost his voice: "Young master, why did you say this! It's a subordinate—"
"I have no other intentions." Wen Heng interrupted him in a deep voice, "I will walk alone in the future. You have done your best to be benevolent and righteous. Do you still want to be my father and take care of me for the rest of your life?"
Fan Yang: "But..."
"Brother Fan," Wen Heng called out to him suddenly and seriously, and said solemnly, "There is no such thing as a banquet that will never go away, and there is no such thing as a mess that will never go away. Kindness and righteousness are enough. Too much will be meaningless."
Fan Yang answered "yes" with difficulty.
"Think about it, it will be a long time to come." Wen Heng nodded and said, "Go. Remember to keep an eye on the news of those two people for me."
Early the next morning, the two guards who were sent back to Runing City were indeed taken into the Wanlai Gate and came to see him in the guest house. Wen Heng was mentally prepared for nothing, put the medicine bowl aside, sat up in his clothes, and said, "Speak, I'll listen."
"When the subordinates rushed back to the outside of Runing City, they couldn't find any trace of A Que, but after inquiring around, they found that a big event happened in Runing City that day."
They searched around outside the city, but after going back and forth for more than ten hours, even if there were any traces, they had already faded away. The two were empty-handed, and were about to return to their lives just like this, when they suddenly saw the city gate ajar in the distance, and someone drove a donkey cart out of the city towards the barren slope.
The two guards hesitated for a while, and approached with the mentality of trying it out, asking the person if he had ever seen a child dressed like this. Hearing this, the man thought for a moment, but then asked, "Did the child get lost in the city?"
The two looked at each other, nodded in unison, and said, "Exactly. Brother, do you know the inside story? Please let me know."
"Yo, that's not good." The man said, "Yesterday, the Guangyuan Inn on Nanxie Street in the city caught fire in the middle of the night. The fire was so fierce that half of the houses in the street were burned to white ground. Not a single one of the inn escaped. Many beggars and common people in the vicinity are injured." He pouted at the rolled grass on the trolley behind him: "Well, these are all charred bones, and the scum of the bones can't be distinguished from each other, it's pitiful. "
The two of them looked at the straw mats that were half the height of a person, and one of them suddenly thought about it and asked, "Brother, do you dare to ask the pharmacy closest to this city gate, but it's on Nanxie Street?"
The man nodded and replied: "No, it's Songbaitang. His family is also unlucky. It happened to be next to the Guangyuan Inn. A fire broke out and it was almost burned down."
The guard's face suddenly became difficult to look at.
The medicine bag that A Que brought back that day happened to be opened by him. He remembered it very clearly. After the oil paper bag was opened, the inner layer was printed with a clear ink-colored "Songbaitang" mark.
The room was dead silent.
Wen Heng stared blankly at a certain point in the void. For a moment, he felt as if he had lost even the instinct of "sadness". From the sky to the ground, there was only a vast void.
He thought that A Que being taken away was the worst outcome, but he didn't think that the cruelty and cruelty of the world would never be more than one side.
From that day onwards, the stench he forcibly swallowed up again, and his internal organs were like cuts by a knife. Wen Heng choked, covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Suddenly, he felt warm in the palm of his hand, and something tickled along his fingers. Down-
He looked down and saw that the red and blood-colored plum blossoms, one after another, were placed on the placket of his clothes.
The author has something to say: death is definitely not dead, and it is necessary to briefly separate one or two chapters
We Wen Yuyan are finally going to take the first step towards Jianghu!