Shulu came back, wearing a cloak and carrying a bulging bag on his left shoulder. He came in to salute, but Duan Ling personally went forward and worked hard.
Duan Ling asked Shulu to sit in his seat, and then tried the wine, but it was still warm, so he asked someone to fetch boiled mutton in white water for him to eat. Shuluduan immediately sat down without being polite, drinking and eating mutton.
After eating a leg of lamb, Shuluduan finished drinking before saying, "Your Majesty asks you how you are."
"How is Zhongjing?" Wu Du asked.
"There is a letter." Shuluduan took out Yelu Zongzhen's handwritten letter and gave it to Duan Ling.
Duan Ling took a knife to open the fire poke on the letter. There are two pieces of paper inside, the first is a letter from Yelu Zongzhen.
Duan Ling:
Enclose a letter with important evidence for your use.
Zongzhen.
Shulu Duan: "His Majesty has set aside Han Weiyong, and has made careful arrangements, preparing to completely eliminate him during the spring hunt."
"Where's the Queen Mother?" Duan Ling asked.
Shuluduan replied, "The Queen Mother is also under His Majesty's control. Your Majesty, please don't worry."
Duan Ling opened another letter, which was a letter from Changpin to Han Weiyong. He could roughly recognize Changpin's handwriting. Duan Ling had seen many things written by Changpin when he was in the Mufu.
Mu Kuangda was really cunning and cunning, and even when he communicated with the Liao people, he avoided leaving any clues.
The letter did not mention anything about Li Jianhong, and Mu Kuangda only told Han Weiyong that the time had come and he could start to remove Yelu Dashi.
"Maybe it's not enough." Duan Ling said, "but it can be used barely, it depends on how to use it."
Now that Changpin has been silenced by Lang Junxia, it is completely dead and unproven. What Li Yanqiu wanted was just a piece of evidence that could show the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. Changpin has always been Mu Kuangda's retainer, and he was given the pretext of Mu Kuangda's instructions. Although he could be put in prison, he could not be executed.
After all, Mu Kuangda could argue that murdering Yelu Dashi himself was meaningless, but someone framed it.
Shuluduan held out another sword, and Yelu Zong really gave it an iron scabbard, but Duan Ling recognized it at a glance. turquoise.
"Found it at Han Weiyong's house?" Duan Ling asked.
"Han Weiyong gave it to Qubu Huyanna, who was sent to Uighur. After His Majesty returned, he searched his home and seized this sword."
"It's not Zhenshanhe." Duan Ling frowned, and he looked up at Wu Du. Wu Du took the Emperor Sword, pulled it out, glanced at it, and asked, "Are you sure it's it?"
Duan Ling used this sword, fled all the way, and finally lost it by the lake. It must be that after the Yuan army left, the Liao people re-entered Shangjing. Someone picked up this sword, sent it to Shangjing, and finally came to Zhongjing. , was dedicated to Han Weiyong.
"Then the only possibility of Zhenshanhe is still in the hands of the Yuan people." Duan Ling said, "I have to ask Batu to find it, and after finding it, I will exchange it for their Khan Emperor Sword."
Wu Du made an "um", frowned and thought, and then asked again after a while, "What's in the sheepskin bag?"
Shuluduan opened the sheepskin bag and took out the contents one by one, a wooden box, two wooden bows with peeling paint, and a brocade box.
Duan Ling saw clearly what was in the sheepskin bag, and was struck by lightning immediately, put down the letter, stood up slowly, walked to Shuluduan, and took the things he handed over.
Inside the wooden box is the waist badge used by Duan Ling and Cai Yan in the famous hall, which has been burnt to pitch black.
Shuluduan said: "Your Majesty said that Mingtang was burned once, and I couldn't find the papers at that time, that's all there is to it."
Duan Ling looked at the wooden sign, and then went to touch the bow that he used. Get mixed up.
The brocade box is luxuriously decorated. Duan Ling judged intuitively that it must be something very important. He held his breath and opened the brocade box.
Inside was a letter with no sender or signature, and the yellowed envelope was exactly the same as it was back then.
Trembling, he opened the letter, and there were two lines on it—
[You ask that the return date is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan rose to the autumn pond. Why should we cut candles in the west window together, but talk about Bashan when it rains at night. 】
【wait for me. 】
This was the last letter Li Jianhong wrote to him. After getting the letter that day, he put the letter under his pillow, thinking of his father for a while, and then fell asleep when he had time to burn it.
When he woke up again, it was already the Yuan army attacking the city. He hurriedly touched the sword and went out to fight, and then completely forgot about the letter.
Duan Ling looked at the letter without saying a word for a long time, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Your Majesty said." Shuluduan replied, "He couldn't find any useful evidence. He only found these and let them pass it on to you."
Duan Ling was already immersed in his memories, and he was in a trance for a while, but Wu Du kept staring at the letter. After a while, Duan Ling looked up at Wu Du.
"Put it away." Wu Du said.
Duan Ling nodded, regarded this letter as a treasure, and put it away solemnly.
"Wait." Duan Ling said to Shuluduan, "Thank you for your hard work and sending so many things over a long journey."
Shulu Duan nodded, and without saying much, he bowed to Duanling in a Liao manner.
"Go to sleep." Wu Du said, "I'll talk about everything tomorrow, and the New Year will be here soon."
While sleeping, Duan Ling still opened the letter and glanced at it. Wu Du took it, folded it up and kept it away.
Duan Ling knew that Wu Du didn't want to see things and think about people, but he was getting used to it now. Just like what Li Jianhong said during his lifetime, some people are destined to be just passing by, and they will have fun together and leave as if they were plain. After all, there is a saying - life does not meet, and it is like participating in business.
He hasn't dreamed of his father for a long time, since when
It seems to have started after leaving Tongguan, returning to Jiangzhou, the night when I went to Baihutang to be with Wu Du; the night before the scientific examination; the day of Tanhualang in the middle; leaving Jiangzhou north and going to Hebei to be the prefect; and The day the fourth uncle recognized each other; when he went to Huaiyin to meet the fifth aunt...
As if from a certain strange moment, his father never appeared in his dream again.
When is it? Duan Ling recalled carefully, and finally remembered that maybe it was from the day when he told Wu Du the truth in the maple forest that covered the mountains and plains.
Duan Ling turned his head to look at Wu Du, Wu Du was leaning sideways, staring at him worriedly, his handsome face, his brows slightly wrinkled, and his strong arms wrapped him in his arms.
Their faces were very close to each other, and Wu Du rarely spoke to comfort him at such times, but just accompanied him quietly.
Duan Ling stepped forward and gently kissed Wu Du's lips.
"You've grown up." Wu Du looked at Duan Ling.
Wu Du has said this many times, but it seems that each time has a different meaning.
Duan Lingyi was in Wu Du's arms, pressing his chest.
"There is no other half of the jade Huang here." Wu Du said.
"You even want to eat my fourth uncle's vinegar." Duan Ling said with a smile, thinking that there would be, and then he seemed to understand a certain responsibility that his father once gave Wu Du.
He was always there and never left.
Duan Ling closed his eyes and breathed intertwined with each other, but at this moment, he heard a very soft sound, as if a cat was stepping on the snow-covered tiles.
Wu Du stood up abruptly, jumped out of the couch without waiting for Duan Ling to open his mouth, stepped on the table with bare feet, turned around in the air, and kicked the wooden table with one kick!
The wooden case slammed into the door, smashed the door with strength, and flew straight out!
There are assassins! Only then did Duan Ling react, and he took off the long bow on the wall, pulled out an arrow from the quiver, and bent the bow to hit the arrow. Immediately afterwards, the assassin from outside returned his palm and slapped it on the case. The case table flew in again in a rotating motion. Wu Du chained his feet together and grabbed the hilt of the blazing light sword in front of the couch.
At the same time that the case was smashed to pieces, the Light Sword came out of its scabbard!
The blade flashed an arc in the night, and the other sword also flashed an arc, and the two swords were intertwined.
"Changliu-Jun!" Duan Ling shouted angrily.
Immediately after, Duan Ling shot an arrow and broke the door, and flew out with a "squeak"!
The man outside was dressed in black, masked, tall and tall. He could fight against Wu Du, and there would be no winner or loser in several rounds. Who else but Changliu-Jun? !
Wu Du shouted loudly, and with the momentum of turning around, he swung the fierce light sword in a domineering style!
But Changliujun didn't answer, he took a step back, and at the same time stretched his hands, and threw the white rainbow sword to the ground.
Wu Du's sword came in front of Lord De Changliu, but it was almost stopped. The blade of the sword swept across Lord Changliu's chest, obeying his night walk from the left shoulder to the right rib, tearing out a large gap, revealing the chest and abdomen.
Changliu-Jun stood with his hands spread out, indicating that he had no weapons in his hands. Wu Du was wearing a single shirt, standing barefoot, holding a sword in both hands, the wind was blowing, snowflakes were flying, curling his long hair flying.
"What do you want to do?" Wu Du said solemnly.
When Duan Ling saw Wu Du's back, he seemed to have an illusion, as if he saw the white tiger sculpture full of power.
Changliu-jun relaxed and knelt heavily on the ground, exhausting all his strength.
"Master, save me." Changliu-jun said in a trembling voice.
Duan Ling was in extreme shock and turned to Wu Du, not knowing what to do.
At the fourth watch, Changliu-jun took off his mask, and he was too emaciated and out of shape. His face was thin and full of stubble, and his clothes were ragged. The tattoos on his face were almost hidden by the beard.
He ate the cake in big mouthfuls, drank a lot of tea, wiped his mouth, and sighed.
"If I had known today, why should I have done it in the first place?" Duan Ling said.
Duan Ling's gaze shifted from Changliujun's face to the tea cup, and then to Wu Du. Wu Du nodded, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
"Eat everything that should be eaten." Changliujun said helplessly, "You can listen to me."
Duan Ling knew that with Wu Du's careful thought, he must have put poison in the tea and noodles that Changliu Jun ate. Although it would not cause him to bleed to death if he said the wrong thing, it would make his skill temporarily. Loss is inevitable.
"Just say what you want." Duan Ling said, "I didn't forget that at the foot of Dingjun Mountain, you wanted to kill me together."