Shangdu, Changming Palace.
Wei Lan knelt before Emperor Xingwu's sick bed.
"Wei Lan," Emperor Xingwu sat up with the help of Long Xuan, who was beside him, and beckoned Wei Lan to come forward.
Wei Lan knelt down to the side of the bed.
"Yuxuan has reported all your credit to me," Emperor Xingwu patted Wei Lan on the shoulder and said, "Don't ask where the hero comes from, you are a general, and I used you rightly."
"This minister is frightened," Wei Lan said to Emperor Xingwu with his head lowered, "This minister's contribution is meager, and I dare not be praised by His Majesty."
"Knowing that being humble is also a good thing," Emperor Xingwu said with satisfaction.
Wei Lan asked, "I don't know what His Majesty's ministers have come to show you?"
"You said that you want to escort Yi slaves to Wushuang City," Emperor Xingwu said, "I'm sure."
"The minister obeys the order," Wei Lan said hurriedly: "The minister will definitely send these barbarians to Wushuang City in good condition."
"Your general Wei is a fierce god to the barbarians," Emperor Xingwu coughed and laughed, and said, "It's up to you to escort them. I'm not afraid that these barbarians will be rebellious again."
"I just want to serve Your Majesty," Wei Lan said respectfully.
"Okay," Emperor Xingwu said these few words, as if his spirit was not good again, and said: "You can go tomorrow, and the road is safe. The lives of these barbarians are sent to Tianshuiyuan to die."
"Yes," Wei Lan knocked.
"You step back," Emperor Xingwu waved his hand and told Wei Lan to step back.
Wei Lan kowtowed three times before getting up and backing out.
"Royal father wants Wei Lan to go to Wushuang City?" Long Xuan asked Emperor Xingwu to lie down again.
"The Yi people are afraid of him, so it's just right for him to go," Emperor Xingwu said, "Do you think it's bad?"
"My son doesn't dare," Long Xuan said hurriedly, "My son listens to the emperor."
"Well," Emperor Xingwu said, "I haven't reached the point where my brain can't handle it."
Long Xuan covered the quilt for Emperor Xingwu and also left the hall.
Wei Lan was walking on the way outside the palace. He didn't walk very fast. He knew that Long Xuan would find him. Sure enough, after walking for a while, he heard Long Xuan's voice behind him.
"You invite yourself to Wushuang City," Long Xuan walked to Wei Lan, stopped and said, "Is it really just to escort Yi slaves?"
"Yes," Wei Lan said.
"I don't believe it," Long Xuan said, looking at Wei Lan coldly.
Wei Lan looked at Long Xuan with no warmth at all, "Your Highness is afraid that he will go to Beiyan to find Luo Wei?" He asked Long Xuan.
"You don't have this plan?"
"A person who has forgotten his ancestors, why should I go looking for him?"
Hearing these words from Wei Lan's mouth made Long Xuan a little uncomfortable. Wei Lan, who stood in front of him, was no longer the unicorn shadow guard who had been born under Luo Wei's wings. Instead, he had slaughtered hundreds of barbarian cottages in the southeast, and his hands had been stained with blood of countless barbarians. Today's southeastern barbarians are cavalry generals who change color after hearing the name. "You are not what you used to be now," Long Xuan said to Wei Lan with deliberation: "Before you do something, you should first think about whether it is worth it. Your general position was earned by stepping on the bones of tens of thousands of barbarians. Let these people die in vain. Besides, I don't think you can enter a heavily guarded imperial city."
"Yes," Wei Lan bowed to Long Xuan and said, "Your Highness's teachings will always be remembered by Wei Lan."
"Just remember," Long Xuan said coldly.
Wei Lan raised her head and glanced at the fortune behind Long Xuan. She froze and then became indifferent again, and said to Long Xuan, "I will retire at the end."
Wei Lan shrank his neck when he saw Fu Yun at the glance just now, and he didn't miss it when he saw people. This Wei Lan was a killer, and that glance would almost cut him to pieces. "His Royal Highness," Fuyun asked Long Xuandao after seeing Wei Lan walk away, "Do you want to send someone to follow him?"
"Does he have the ability?" Long Xuan asked.
"What?" Fu Yun didn't know what Long Xuan was asking.
"Take Luo Wei from Sima Qingsha's hands?" Long Xuan said.
"This," Fuyun rolled his eyes and said, "It's impossible. No matter how talented he is, he can't do it alone. He doesn't even know what Beiyan's palace looks like."
"Then don't worry about him," Long Xuan turned and walked towards Changming Palace, "It's better that this person is dead."
Fortune followed closely behind Long Xuan. Now Emperor Xingwu is seriously ill, and the crown prince has been under house arrest in the East Palace. Only his master accompanies him day and night, almost exercising the power of the emperor. Fuyun feels that his master will have the world.
When Wei Lan left the palace gate, he was stopped by a housekeeper of the Zuo Prime Minister's mansion, and said, "General, Prime Minister asked you to come over to the mansion."
Wei Lan rode his horse to Zuo Xiangluo's mansion, and he didn't want to see what would happen to the prime minister's mansion after leaving for a year. After entering the mansion gate, he went to Luo Zhiqiu's study.
"Lan," Xie Yu just came out of the courtyard of the study, and when he saw Wei Lan hurriedly approaching, he called Wei Lan.
"Young Master Xie," Wei Lan saluted when she saw Xie Yu.
"Come in," Xie Yu gave Wei Lan a forced smile and said, "Teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Okay," Wei Lan agreed to go.
"He's not in good health recently," Xie Yu told Wei Lan again: "Don't talk to him madly."
Wei Lan knew what Xie Yu meant, and told him not to quarrel with Luo Zhiqiu over Luo Wei and nodded.
Xie Yu kept watching Wei Lan walk into Luo Zhiqiu's study, wanted to leave but was worried, and finally waited in the courtyard outside the study.
"Your Majesty allows you to go to Wushuang City?" In the study, Luo Zhiqiu asked after being greeted by Wei Lan.
"Yes," Wei Lan said, "I will leave early tomorrow morning."
"Actually, it's better for you to stay at the top," Luo Zhiqiu said, "Fame and fame are hard-earned, you don't care at all?"
Wei Lan lowered her head and said, "I don't quite understand what Xiangye means."
Luo Zhiqiu took a long sigh, took out a gray cloth package from under the table, put it on the desk, and said to Wei Lan, "Bring this package with you."
Wei Lan stepped forward and opened the package to see that there was a wrapped paper bag inside.
"It's some years old Ganoderma lucidum," Luo Zhiqiu said to Wei Lan, "I asked someone to find it, and said it was similar in efficacy to that snow mountain ginseng. I ordered someone to grind it into powder, so it's easy to take."
"Master Xiang?" Wei Lan frowned and looked at Luo Zhiqiu.
"It's for Xiaowei," Luo Zhiqiu patted the back of Wei Lan's hand on the package, "I know what you're thinking, as long as you don't regret it, I don't want to stop you."
"Master Xiang to the son?"
"His eldest brother is not dead," Luo Zhiqiu beckoned Wei Lan to sit down, and whispered, "Xiao Wei definitely did not treason."
Wei Lan just sat down, and after hearing Luo Zhiqiu's words, she almost jumped up again, and said to Luo Zhiqiu, "What's the matter with that edict?! Now everyone knows that the son is a sinner who forgets his ancestors! …”
"Lan," Luo Zhiqiu pushed a cup of tea in front of Wei Lan and said, "Have a drink and calm down."
Where can Wei Lan calm down again and say to Luo Zhiqiu, "How can you bear this sin? Since the eldest son is not dead, why do you say that the eldest son is dead? If the son hears the news of the eldest brother's death, he..." Wei Lan really didn't dare to imagine what Luo Wei would do when he learned of Luo Qi's death.