Duan Ling hurriedly turned and fled.
Lang Junxia hurriedly wrapped his robe and came out barefoot. Duan Ling's door slammed shut.
Lang Junxia pushed open the door and came in. Duan Ling was already lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep. Lang Junxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wringed out the wet towel in front of the sink, threw his robe on the ground, and wiped his body naked. Duan Ling opened his eyes and peeked at Lang Junxia's every move. Lang Junxia turned sideways, as if to appease some kind of restless emotion, and wiped the tall and arrogant thing with a damp and cold cloth to make it submissive.
A figure appeared outside the pane.
"I'm asleep, but I can't go." Lang Junxia whispered.
As the footsteps faded away, Duan Ling turned over and faced the wall. After a while, Lang Junxia put on his underpants, got into the bed, his chest was against Duan Ling's back, Duan Ling turned over, Lang Junxia raised his hand and let him rest on his arm, Duan Ling regained his peace of mind , fell asleep in front of Lang Junxia's chest.
The temperature of Lang Junxia's muscles and body, as well as the good smell on his body, made him return to the southern winter in his dream, and was embraced by a fiery sun.
That night, it was raining lightly in Xichuan, and it was overwhelming.
The candlelight reflected the shadows of the panes and shone across the corridor. Two figures walked slowly under the corridor, followed by two guards.
"20,000 soldiers and horses were surrounded, and he would have escaped."
"Don't worry, I have already set up a net of heaven and earth to block Liangzhou Road and Northeast Road. Unless he grows wings, he will never be able to fly to Xianbei Mountain."
"I said that it is not appropriate to hand it over to them. That man has been fighting outside the Great Wall for many years and is familiar with the terrain. Once he enters the forest, he will never be found again!"
"The one at the top is already in a daze and doesn't ask about political affairs. The fourth prince is a sick ghost. Since you and I have already started, there is no way to retreat. Even if he returns now, he can be cured of a crime of neglect of duty, General Zhao, is it because he is afraid already?"
"you!"
The man called "General" is dressed in military uniform, and he is the mainstay of Nanchen, Zhao Kui, the Marshal of the world's army and horses.
The man walking side by side with him was dressed in a purple official robe.
The figures of the two were reflected on the screen outside the corridor, and they both fell into silence. Behind them, two guards followed, each holding their arms, silent.
There is a white tiger inscription tattoo on the neck of the assassin on the left, wearing a bucket hat, covering half of his face, revealing the curvature of the corner of his mouth, like a smile but not a smile.
The guard on the right was tall, about nine feet tall, with no visible part of his body except his eyes. His hands were also gloved, he was wearing a cloak, and his face was covered.
Zhao Kui said coldly: "We must send someone to intercept him immediately. Now we are in the light, he is in the dark, and the night is long and dreamy, and I am afraid that things will change."
The distinguished man replied, "Beyond the Yubi Pass, there is no place where you and I can deploy troops. The only solution now is to wait for him to show up."
Zhao Kui sighed: "If he goes to the Liao people and borrows soldiers and horses to return, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as it is now."
"The Liao Emperor will not lend troops to him." The noble man said: "The South Court has already made arrangements, and he will definitely die on the way to Shangjing."
"You think of him too simply." Zhao Kui turned around and faced the dark and wet Dongyu in the courtyard. There was wind and frost between his temples. He stared at each other and said word by word:
"Li Jianhong once had a bastard who was a mixed blood between Xianbei and Han people. Although I don't know his name and origin, I guess he was the one you couldn't find for a long time. That Xianbei bastard came and went without a trace. No one even knows what his name is, but it is the last secret chess held by Li Jianhong in his hand."
"If that's the case," the noble man replied, "I think Wu Du and Cang Liu-jun would like to meet him for a while. After all, there are not many people in the world who can be opponents. Have you heard of this person?"
The masked guard behind him replied, "I don't know his name, only know his person. Some people call him an unknown guest. This person has many bad deeds and is extremely difficult to control. Most of them will not be dispatched by Li Jianhong."
Zhao Kui asked, "What's wrong?"
"Betraying the teacher's door, killing the teacher and killing the father, betraying the same sect, the law of heaven does not allow it, the action is cruel and ruthless, and he never leaves his mouth open." The masked guard said: "Sa Xueqingfeng, a sword seals the throat. It is him."
"It's normal for an assassin," said the noble man.
"A sword seals the throat." The masked guard said solemnly, "It means that he will not listen to anyone's explanation. The duty of the assassin is to kill, but not to kill unnecessary people."
"Even if he kills the wrong person, this fellow won't blink." The masked guard said finally.
"If my memory is correct." The noble man said, "Li Jianhong must still have Zhenheshan in his hands. Owning Zhenshan River means that this person must obey his orders."
The masked guard said: "Li Jianhong owns Zhenheshan, and he wants him to be able to use this sword and command everyone."
"Forget it." Zhao Kui finally interrupted the conversation.
The backyard was silent again, after a long time:
"Wu Du." Zhao Kui said.
The guard wearing a hat behind him responded.
"Go on the road tonight." Zhao Kui said, "I will work day and night until I find Li Jianhong. After finding Li Jianhong, don't do anything. I will send someone to go with you. After this is done, be sure to bring back his sword and head to me. ."
The corners of the guard's mouth twitched slightly, cupped his hands, and turned to leave.
The carriage left the alley outside the back door of the General's Mansion, and the wet stone road still reflected the lights in the distance.
"Have you ever seen the Qingfeng Sword?" the noble man's voice asked.
"Everyone who has seen Qingfengjian is dead." The masked guard thoughtfully, flicked his whip, and drove the noble man to escort him on the road.
"From what you see." The noble man leaned on the brocade couch in the car and said casually, "How does Wu Du compare to that unknown guest?"
The masked guard replied: "Wu Du is concerned, but Wu Ming Ke is not concerned. Wu Du's concern is that he is eager to win, can't afford to lose, can't let go, and Wu Ming Ke is not concerned."
"No worries?" said the noble man.
"There are no people to worry about, and there are no things to worry about. Only a competent assassin." The masked guard said lightly: "If you want to take someone's life, you must first let go of your own life. Once you have children and love, the assassin will unconsciously He loves his body and cherishes his life, and he does not dare to use up his life, so he is defeated. It is said that Wumingke has no relatives, and killing is not for fame or reward. Maybe killing is just a hobby for him, so he is slightly better than martial arts. One of a kind."
The distinguished man asked again, "How do you compare with Wu Du?"
The masked guard said leisurely: "I hope to fight him once."
"It's a pity that I don't have this opportunity." The noble man said gracefully.
The masked guard didn't answer.
"So, how do you compare with Li Jianhong?" the man asked again.
"Yu!"
The masked guard stopped the horses, opened the curtains, and let the man down. Outside the gate of the mansion hung a lantern with the surname "Mu".
The Prime Minister of the Southern Chen Dynasty: Mu Kuangda.
"Subordinates, Wu Du, Wumingke and Zheng Yan joined forces." The masked guard replied, "Maybe it is possible to fight against the Third Prince."
The next day, the sun was shining brightly. After a snowfall in Beijing, the fence was carved and jade-built. The Qionghua courtyard was like a fairyland.
"No need." Lang Junxia replied, "There are still some things to do today. After a long period of time, it will be inconvenient after all. I feel grateful to reply to Madam Qing for me."
When the maid left, Duan Ling asked again, "Are we going shopping?"
Lang Junxia nodded and said, "You can't talk too much when you go out."
Duan Ling snorted, thinking that he seemed to disturb Lang Junxia last night, but he didn't know what he was doing in the next room, so he didn't dare to speak indiscriminately. Fortunately, Lang Junxia seemed to have forgotten about it. After breakfast, he and Duan Ling still walked from the back alley. go out.
A carriage was parked outside, and the curtains were rolled up, revealing Ding Zhi sitting inside. Ding Zhi said, "I only stayed for one night. Where are you going? Didn't you say you won't leave if you stay here? Come up."
Lang Junxia held Duan Ling's hand and seemed to be hesitating, but Duan Ling pulled Lang Junxia's hand and wanted to leave.
Lang Junxia replied to the car: "I don't dare to bother, there are still some things to do right now."
Ding Zhi had no choice but to give up, and Lang Junxia took Duan Ling to the downtown area. Duan Ling was dazzled along the way. At that time, Shangjing was the distribution center of goods in the whole north. All the forty-one Hu tribes in the three cities outside the customs bartered goods here. When the birthday of the Empress Dowager of Liao was approaching, the envoys from Nanchen came to congratulate, and the city was full of sugar puppets, antiques and treasures. , mountain herbs, hairpin decoration powder... dazzling.
Duan Ling wanted to eat everything he saw, but what he wanted the most was the donkey who was greedy in Shangzi. Lang Junxia first went to make two clothes for Duan Ling, and then went to the pen and ink store to buy all the four treasures of the study.
"Can you write?" Duan Ling asked curiously.
The shopkeeper took out one by one, inkstones from Duanzhou, ink from Huizhou, pens from Huzhou, and paper from Xuanzhou.
"This is for you." Lang Junxia said, "You have to read and write articles, otherwise it will be too late."
"Young master has good eyesight." The shopkeeper laughed. "This is a good thing brought by the merchants who went north last year. The paper has not yet arrived, so I have to change a family to transfer twelve stacks for the two of you."
"Liao people don't pay much attention to it." Lang Junxia said casually, "It's just a good luck, and I will send it to Mingtang tomorrow before the sun goes down."
"It's too expensive." Duan Ling was so sorry for Lang Junxia's money, the money Lang Junxia paid was a huge sum of money.
However, Lang Junxia replied: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. The ability to read and write articles is a priceless treasure."
"Am I going to study?" Duan Ling asked.
When he was in Runan, when he saw the children going to school, he was full of envy in his heart. He never thought that he would one day be able to enter the school to study. There was a lot of joy in his heart, and a sense of gratitude was born again for a while. He stopped and stared blankly. Lang Junxia.
Lang Junxia asked, "What's wrong?"
Duan Ling had mixed feelings in his heart and said, "How can I repay you?"
Lang Junxia looked at Duan Ling, and seemed to feel that he was pitiful, but with a little tenderness, and finally smiled reluctantly, and replied seriously: "It is only natural for you to study and go to school, and you don't need to repay me. In the future, you will have someone to repay. "
After buying the Four Treasures of the Study and eating a lot of food, Lang Junxia bought Duan Ling a hand stove and an embroidered cloth bag, and put half of Duan Ling's jade Huang in the cloth bag and carried it against his underwear.
"This thing must not be lost at any time." Lang Junxia urged, "Remember."
Lang Junxia took Duan Ling out of the bustling city and turned into a secluded long street. There was a quaint building facing the street, with white walls and black tiles, and layers of snow on the corrugations. .
Duan Ling was refreshed when he heard the child's voice. He had not seen his peers for a long time since he followed Lang Junxia. He was always well behaved. What do old people play on weekdays.
Lang Junxia led Duan Ling in, and Duan Ling saw that the snow in the courtyard had been swept clean, and three teenagers who were a head taller than him stood ten paces away, each holding an arrow, and threw them into a pot placed not far away. inside. Hearing the footsteps, the teenagers looked towards Duan Ling, Duan Ling was a little nervous again, and approached Lang Junxia.
Lang Junxia didn't stop, and led him all the way into the inner hall. In the hall sat an old man with gray hair and beard, drinking tea.
"Wait for me here for a while." Lang Junxia said.
Duan Ling, dressed in an indigo robe, stood under the porch, Lang Junxia walked in, and voices came from inside. Duan Ling lost his mind for a while, and when he saw behind the pillar, another young man came over, looked at himself, and stood in front of an hour. Gradually, a lot of children gathered in the courtyard, all of them were about eight or nine years old, each of them watching from a distance. Looking at Duan Ling, talking in a low voice, someone came to talk to him, but was stopped by the tallest boy.
Standing under the clock, he asked Duan Ling, "Who are you?"
Duan Ling replied in his heart: I am Duan Ling, my father is Duan Sheng... But he didn't say anything, and there was a premonition in his heart that trouble was coming.
Seeing that Duan Ling was afraid of life, the children laughed one after another. Although Duan Ling didn't know what they were laughing about, there was a surge of anger in his heart.
"Where did it come from?" The boy took an iron rod, patted it in his hand, and stepped forward.
Duan Ling instinctively wanted to hide, but the young man put his free hand on his shoulder, hugged Duan Ling domineeringly, put a pocket in his arms, and pressed the iron rod against Duan Ling's chin, making him slightly He raised his head and joked, "How old are you?"
Duan Ling tried to dodge several times, but was restrained by the young man, unable to move. He finally pushed him away, but did not dare to leave, because Lang Junxia asked him to stand there, so he had to stand.
"Yo." The young man was one head taller than Duan Ling, dressed in northerner attire, wolf fur jacket and foxtail hat, black eyes with a touch of star blue, dark skin, standing in front of Duan Ling, like a wolf cub who was about to become an adult .
"What is this?" The young man stretched out his hand to Duan Ling's neck and pulled the red rope tied to the cloth bag, and Duan Ling hid again.
"Come here." Seeing Duan Ling, the young man held back, as if he was punching in cotton. It was no fun. He patted him on the face again and said, "What about you, are you dumb?"
Duan Ling looked at the young man, clenched his fist tightly, and his eyes were fierce. As everyone knows, in the eyes of the young man, Duan Ling is just a playboy from an ordinary rich family. With just one stick, he will cry and beg his mother for mercy. However, before moving the stick, the young man seems to want to tease him again...
"What is this?" The young man leaned into Duan Ling's ear, stretched out his hand, and pulled the cloth bag on Duan Ling's neck, and whispered teasingly by his ear, "Is the person who entered just now your father or your brother? Or is it your son-in-law's husband? Are you kowtowing to the Master in there?"
The children behind him all laughed. Duan Ling was afraid that the cloth bag would be torn off. With his movements, he was dragged to the east and then to the west, guarding the red thread that tied the cloth bag.
"Drive!" The young man commanded seriously, "A donkey."
The children watching on the side burst into laughter, and Duan Ling's face flushed red.
Before the young man could say the next sentence, he saw Duan Ling's fist grow bigger, and then a burst of pain like a fracture came from the bridge of his nose. He was beaten and fell backwards and fell to the ground.
A melee began. The boy's nose was bleeding, but he didn't retreat. He rushed forward to lift Duan Ling, but Duan Ling threw him on the waist, threw him out of the corridor, and threw him into the garden. The children onlookers immediately shouted for help, forming a circle, just watching the two scuffle in the snow.
Duan Ling took a punch in the face, another kick in the chest, gold stars in his eyes, and was beaten by the young man while riding on his body. The blood of the opponent was all over his neck. , suddenly grabbed the boy's ankle and threw him to the ground.
Immediately after, Duan Ling rushed up like a mad dog and bit the boy's hand, causing all the children to be in an uproar. The boy screamed in pain, grabbed Duan Ling's collar, and slammed against the bronze bell against his head.
"Dang" with a loud noise, Duan Ling fell to the ground softly, and there was a "humming" sound in his mouth, nose, and eardrums.