Duan Ling is like a knight in the wilderness, with a short dagger attached to his waist and a small medicine bag tied to his belt, his clothes were wrapped in a small bag, wrapped around his shoulders, tied around his body, and slept in the open air, which made him lose a lot of weight. , was also tanned along the way.
He wandered outside the city for a long time, and when he saw that the soldiers were checking out the documents for entering the city, he did not dare to go up rashly, for fear of being caught and imprisoned in prison.
It is only one step away from entering the city, but when everything goes to the last step, one must be extremely careful and cautious. Duan Ling thought about the reunion countless times over and over again, but he still kept in mind what Li Jianhong taught—be especially careful when approaching success.
The worst thing might be that he was arrested as soon as he entered the city. If Mu Kuangda is still covering the sky with one hand, then it is possible to put him in the prison without telling Li Jianhong. City to go.
Duan Ling observed for a long time, and saw that the gates of Xichuan were in and out. The interrogation was not very strict. After waiting for three full nights, Duan Ling only tried to take a few steps when the guards guarding the city got drunk in the middle of the night. , carefully turned over along the low door inside the tower.
But where to go? In the middle of the night, the whole city of Xichuan was quiet. The soldiers on the night watch passed by, and Duan Ling hid in the depths of an alley, spying on the outside vigilantly.
Where is the palace? Duan Ling thought to himself, I can't go on like this, is it possible to sneak up and climb the wall all the way to the Golden Palace? You have to find the right person to talk to, but what to bring
The jade Huang is gone, the only token that can be handed over is this dagger. Did Li Jianhong have seen it before and lied that he was the messenger? Can I bring the dagger to my father so he can see it? He just glanced at it that day, remember? Should be remembered.
Duan Ling was so nervous that he didn't close his eyes all night. He was extremely tired in the morning, but his mind was very clear.
In the spring day, the Xichuan market was bustling, and Duan Ling was so hungry that he was dizzy and dizzy. He sneaked out of the alley. Seeing someone was looking at him, he quickened his pace and ate a big bowl of basil wontons on the street. He decided to meet him in front of the palace. luck.
If it really doesn't work, then learn to find a job in Luoyan City, live temporarily in Xichuan, and then slowly think of a way.
"Give way, make way—"
Someone came to clear the road, and Mu Kuangda's sedan chair passed along the street. The people were accustomed to it, but Duan Ling stood from a distance to see that Mu Kuangda was still alive.
In the afternoon, Duan Ling was wandering outside the palace, carrying his only token, the bone dagger that Batu gave him.
"Excuse me." Duan Ling asked.
The guard outside the street looked at Duan Ling, but did not speak.
"Is Your Majesty in the palace?" Duan Ling asked again.
Without getting any answer, the guard was obviously used to it for a long time. Duan Ling reached out and touched his arms for a while, and the guard suddenly became vigilant and looked at Duan Ling.
"Let's go!" The two guards drew their swords, and Duan Ling hurriedly took a few steps back and said, "I have something to present to Your Majesty!"
"What's the matter?" Another person came out from the inside, followed by two more guards. The man was obviously a squad leader and asked, "What's your name?"
"Duan Mou." Duan Ling replied, handing over the dagger with both hands, saying, "Return to the original owner and return it to Your Majesty."
The captain looked at Duan Ling strangely and said, "Where did it come from? Where is the household registration certificate?"
"I'm from Xianbei Mountain." Duan Ling said, "I'm not from Xichuan."
The captain said, "Where do you live? Leave an address and go back and wait."
"I'll wait here." Duan Ling replied, after all, he didn't have a place to stay.
The captain said again, "Your Majesty is not in the palace, it is useless for you to wait."
Duan Ling's heart "cracks", thinking bad, Dad isn't there? ! He was about to ask where he was going, but he didn't expect to get an answer. What if the captain gave it to someone else? He remembered that Li Jianhong had said that he had a fourth uncle... It should not fall into the hands of the prime minister, and Mu Kuangda probably didn't know the meaning of this dagger.
"When will you be back?" Duan Ling asked.
"I don't know," the captain replied.
Duan Ling stood behind the box on the street and looked towards the back door of the palace.
Increasingly westward.
Duan Ling was tired from standing, changed one foot, leaned in front of the box and looked out. Everyone who came out of the palace was a eunuch, a bodyguard, and a palace maid, all of whom brought him some hope. They came and went in a hurry, and didn't stay much. It was getting late, and I had to find a place to make do with the night. When I came here, I passed the Fengshui Bridge, and it seemed that I could sleep under the bridge.
Where did father go? Duan Ling thought about it and saw that the lights were lit in the palace.
Someone came out again. At that moment, Duan Ling was so shocked that he couldn't move for a while.
"Where is the man?" said Lang Junxia's voice.
Lang Junxia changed into a luxurious robe, and he was hardly the person Duan Ling knew. When he saw him in the Qionghua Courtyard that day, Lang Junxia was drenched in soup. impulse.
But now, when we meet again, Lang Junxia is wearing a dark red and black martial arts robe, with wide shoulders and a strong waist, a tall and straight figure, wearing a pair of black martial arts boots, a black hat on his head, and a red string hanging down from the hat. , The lips are warm, the eyebrows are thick and black, and the waist is wearing a three-foot green blade, hidden in a sheath, like a flawless jade.
It was the first time Duan Ling saw Lang Junxia dressed like this. He was obviously an official. He was very uneasy. He remembered the incident in Qionghuayuan, hid behind a box, and did not dare to come forward for a while.
When he escaped, he thought many times about why Lang Junxia took him away that day, why he didn't say anything, in Yelu Dashi's mouth, was the person who betrayed him... But he stubbornly believed that he would not. It was only because of the look in Lang Junxia's eyes when he was in Qionghuayuan that day.
"Duan Ling?" Lang Junxia's voice said.
Lang Junxia turned around and faced the direction where Duan Ling was hiding.
Duan Ling's heart was beating wildly, watching Lang Junxia looking around, and asking the guard again, the guard looked inexplicable, but he was very respectful when he answered.
Lang Junxia has a string of Buddha beads on his wrist, a jasper waist pendant on his waist, and a dark gold buckle on his belt. His martial robes are embroidered with cloud patterns and tiger shapes, which are slightly illuminated by the setting sun from a certain angle. glowing.
It's so beautiful, Duan Ling thought, Lang Junxia always wore a green robe in the past, and he has almost never seen him wearing a guard uniform.
"Duan Ling!" Lang Junxia said anxiously, as if he knew he was nearby, "Come out! I know it's you! Trust me!"
Duan Ling was uneasy, but stood up anyway, Lang Junxia inadvertently looked back, and the two looked at each other for a split second.
Duan Ling's eyes blushed immediately, Lang Junxia took a step forward, Duan Ling stepped back subconsciously, Lang Junxia caught up, grabbed his hand, and hugged him fiercely.
"Lang Junxia..." Duan Ling choked.
Lang Junxia closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, as if he had spent his entire life. Duan Ling hugged his back with his backhand, suddenly remembering that the snow was flying that day, and he was injured when he came back to pick him up. With such a whole person pressed on top of him, he seemed to be exhausted.
In a house in the capital, Lang Junxia returned and closed the door. Duan Ling looked at him nervously. When he brought himself over, he didn't say a word. Duan Ling knew that if Lang Junxia really wanted to kill him, he would escape no matter what. not fall. Many things, which were doomed from the beginning, became calm.
"Is this your home?" Duan Ling asked.
Lang Junxia said, "Most of the mansions your Majesty bestowed live in the palace on weekdays."
"Where is my father?" Duan Ling asked again.
"I'm still looking for you outside." Lang Junxia said, "except for a few days in the capital last month, I haven't come back."
Duan Ling said, "Quickly send him a letter."
Lang Junxia replied: "When I saw the knife, I guessed it must be you, and I have already sent someone to deliver the letter secretly. Now Mu Kuangda is in power, covering the sky with only one hand, and His Majesty has not come back, you must not be in court. show up."
Duan Ling nodded, and Lang Junxia said, "Take a shower first, and I'll tell you in detail later after dinner."
The mansion is rich and dignified, but there are not many people. Lang Junxia asked Duan Ling to take a bath in the side yard. Duan Ling soaked in the water, and finally he was relieved. He had too many questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start.
Someone knocked on the door outside, and Lang Junxia came in. Duan Ling was lying in the bathtub just like when he was a child, while Lang Junxia rolled up his sleeves and bowed to wash his hair.
"The meal is ready." Lang Junxia said.
Duan Ling: "That day you..."
"That day, Mu Xiang asked me to come to Shangjing, kill you, and give your head to the prince." Lang Junxia washed Duan Ling's hair and replied casually, "I dare not say, I am afraid that there are still Mu Kuangda in the city. The spy, once suspected that it was Xunchun."
"I didn't have an order, and I didn't dare to see the prince. I made an assertion and wanted to take you away for a while, so as not to be held hostage."
With that said, Lang Junxia took out something from his pocket, which was the crystal clear jade.
He put Yuhuang on Duan Ling, and Duan Ling was shocked in an instant.
"Where did you find it?" Duan Ling asked.
"Yaohu Village." Lang Junxia said, "Don't lose it this time. At first, I thought you were dead, and I didn't dare to give it to Your Majesty. Quan should leave him a thought. Fortunately, God bless me, Da Chen, you are still alive."
"Xunchun didn't betray me, she escorted us all the way out." Duan Ling replied, "Sacrificing her life."
Lang Junxia didn't speak anymore, Duan Ling was a little embarrassed when he got up after taking a shower.
"You've grown up." Lang Junxia said.
He wrapped Duan Ling in a new robe, let him put it on, and held his hand, just like Duan Ling when he was a child, and led him through the corridor to the hall.
Lang Junxia cooked a few simple dishes, and as soon as Duan Ling sat down, he immediately took his chopsticks and started.
"Wait for His Majesty to come back." Lang Junxia said, "I will let him come to see you. Now the situation in the DPRK is unstable, and the rest of the matter has to be discussed in the long run."
"Why?" Duan Ling asked.
After a brief silence, Lang Junxia said, "The fourth prince has no heirs and is married to Mu Kuangda's younger sister, Mu Jinzhi. They hope that Mu Jinzhi will give birth to a child. If you don't show up, the throne will fall under the control of the Mu family. "
"But my dad won't let them go..."
"He doesn't want to come back." Lang Junxia replied, "He said that as long as he can't find you for one day, he won't go back to Xichuan. He lost Xiaowan and can't lose you again."
Duan Ling did not speak, like a sad child, watching Lang Junxia in a daze.
"You've seen my mother, haven't you?" Duan Ling said.
Lang Junxia didn't speak and took a sip of wine.
Duan Ling looked at Lang Junxia in a daze, suddenly felt a little dizzy, and had a colic in his stomach.
"Lang Junxia, my stomach hurts." Duan Ling said.
Lang Junxia stared at Duan Ling blankly. After a while, Duan Ling seemed to understand what the pain was about.
They just looked at each other like this, Duan Ling's stomach hurt more and more, until later, he bit his lip tightly, frowned deeply, his whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water, his mind was blurred.
He opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound, he fell down slowly, fell on the table, and finally closed his eyes, the world was pitch black, and at the last moment, he saw Lang Junxia's hand reaching out and covering the back of his hand , that hand is missing a finger.
Duan Ling's last thought was: who hurt you.
Lang Junxia always held Duan Ling's hand gently, and Cai Yan stood outside the door, across the window, and whispered, "Look, he didn't ask me, maybe he thought I was dead too."
Lang Junxia was silent for a while, and then said, "You don't want to see him?"
Cai Yan didn't come in. In the end, Lang Junxia stretched out his hand to untie Yuhuang, put it on the table, went up to pick up Duan Ling, and the moment he stepped out of the door, Cai Yan immediately avoided and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Duan Ling's hand was hanging on one side. He had just taken a shower, his skin was clean, his hair was loose, and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.
Lang Junxia carried him through the hallway to the backyard and put him on a trailer.
He bowed, carefully sorted out Duan Ling's clothes, took off his robe, leaving only a single shirt, and stroked his forehead.
Lang Junxia flicked his whip, drove the carriage away from the backyard, and galloped towards the city gate.
Cai Yan stood in front of the window rail on the second floor, holding Yuhuang in his hand, staring out silently.
The peach blossoms covered the sky and covered the earth and scattered in the night. Under the moonlight, the carriage stopped by the Minjiang River, surging towards the east.
Lang Junxia took Duanling off the car, hugged him, and walked up the cliff facing the river in the moonlight.
The peach blossoms fluttering in the back, reflecting the moonlight, scattered along the way in the wind, flying into the distance.
He held Duan Ling as if he was brought out of Shangzi that day, walked out of death, walked into the warm spring, and now takes him away from this warm spring night into the eternal darkness.
In the melodious and melodious sound of the flute, he held Duan Ling, as if walking from a golden horse to a ten-mile peach blossom, from the sandy desert to the lush Jiangnan.
Floating life is like a dream, what is joy
All things are asleep again, and the earth is long and the sky is long.
Duan Ling's body fell straight from the cliff and fell into the Minjiang River, making a sound of water, and was dragged into the bottomless vortex by the current in the darkness.