All the doors in Chang'an City were closed, only the watchmen walked through the empty alleys and knocked on the bamboo clappers from time to time.
A plain satin carriage drove slowly and stopped steadily outside Shen's residence. The steward of the gatekeeper came to meet him with a stool, and the groom lifted the lamp to lift the curtain, and helped Shen Wendao out.
Stepping on the stool to get out of the car, Shen Wenwen picked up the crown, pinching the space between his brows tiredly. Walking slowly along the long corridor after entering the mansion, the only son Shen Zhou was waiting in the hall with a bowl of warm noodles to warm his stomach.
"Father, just be tired." Shen Zhou got up, except that he was taller and bigger, quite similar to Shen Wendao.
Shen asked to take a sip of the soup with the bowl grate, and he let out a long sigh of relief when his stomach was hot. He said: "The decree has been made, Huo Linfeng dispatched Xiganling, and it is estimated that they will leave soon."
Shen Zhou's eyes were heavy, it was useless to express an opinion, so he simply kept silent. Shen asked and said: "I argued for him a few words, which disturbed Chen Ruoyin's interest." The implication was that Chen Ruoyin represented the emperor, and the emperor probably was not happy.
Shen Zhou was startled: "Father, why?"
Shen asked and answered: "A person who protects the country with his life should not be reduced to this, or he cherishes his talent for his father, and cannot bear to see that child lose his will."
Shen Zhou still had a startled face, walked up to Shen Wenwen, crouched down and half squatted: "Father, you can Ding Beihou..."
That's old stuff.
Seventeen years ago, there was a Grand Tutor named Tang Zhen in the imperial court. His appearance was also beautiful, his talent was outstanding, and he had an amazing talent. He is more proficient in the essential skills of the sect, and has tasted the book "Nie Jing".
Tang Zhen was terribly jealous of Chen Ruoyin, but he was cautious, guarded the court, and served the third prince wholeheartedly. At that time, the third prince was eight years old. After being taught and trained by Tang Zhen, he was outstanding among all the princes, and it was hard to hide his edge.
In the same year, there was a sudden change. Chen Ruoyin exposed the evidence of Tang Zhen's treason, one by one, which disrupted the situation in the court. Shen Wen asked in a daze, but at this moment he was still terrified when he recalled it, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to support Shen Zhou's shoulder.
Just overnight, the grand tutor was not the grand tutor, and the loyal ministers were not loyal ministers. With the emperor's order, the whole family was slaughtered. After that, the third prince who lost Tang Zhen fell into a slump, as if he was a different person. All the princes were trembling with fear, and no one fought for the top.
The goal of becoming emperor has been achieved, and the crown prince's succession is safe.
As for what to do with the Marquis of Dingbei, Tang Zhen was well versed in both civil and military affairs. That night, he fled to Saibei with his wife, and when he left the customs, he met Huo Zhao. Huo Zhao didn't know the inside story, so he only ordered to kill Tang Zhen and his wife in the desert.
It was rumored that Huo Linfeng was six years old and witnessed that scene with his own eyes. As for the relics left by Tang Zhen, there is nothing else except the "Nie Jing".
The book was taken by Huo Zhao, and there was a piece of plain paper in it, with teeny-headed small letters on it, and there were four maxims written on it: If you want to weave Shu brocade robes, you must get ramie clothes.
Signed - Rainy night, for children.
Tang Zhen has three children, the youngest was only three years old.
A bowl of noodles was too cold, Shen Wen asked Shen Zhou to support him, and entered the inner hall through the side door. He didn't intend to sell Huo Zhao's favor, and for the sake of abandoning Tang Zhen, it would be risky enough to go against the holy will. However, the strength of character has not been lost, and the tail has been tucked for more than ten years. It turns out that there is still a little gentleman's mind left.
As for what happens after Xiganling, it depends on Huo Linfeng's luck.
In the post house, the guards are on duty in shifts, standing like an iron wall. The wing room in the hall was lit softly, the father and son were still awake, the older one was stroking his sword by the bed, and the younger one was leaning against the window, teasing a partridge that had landed on the window sill.
"Father, rest early, I'll blow the lamp for you." After Huo Linfeng finished speaking, he paused, "You return to Saibei, and I go to Jiangnan. I don't know when father and son will be reunited."
Huo Zhao warned: "It's no better outside than at home. It's useless to be arrogant and indulgent. Remember to be careful in everything." Putting down the sword, he looked at the lively partridge, feeling a little melancholy, "Remember to write a letter to your mother, she will be heartbroken after leaving. .”
When Huo Linfeng heard that he missed the Bai family, he felt blocked. There is also the bell on the hanging lotus column. I am afraid it will be difficult to ring day after day in the future. The elder brother, the servant, the blind old mother, the people in the city, and the brothers in the army camp, counting them down now, it turned out that he had so many worries in his idle days.
He must have been punished for his muddled words in front of the altar.
Huo Linfeng shook his head, pointed at the partridge, and blew the lamp back to his room. Du Zheng had already packed his luggage, made the bed, put down the tent, and sat curled up by the bedside to watch the night. He lay down gently, on his side, and secretly plucked the hair on the back of Du Zheng's neck.
"Hey..." Du Zheng murmured, not fully awake.
Huo Linfeng asked: "Idiot, are you willing to go to the south of the Yangtze River with me?" If not, he would not take Du Zheng with him when he set off tomorrow. After all, serving him for many years, it would be better to go back to Saibei to be safe and secure.
Du Zheng muttered: "Go, how will the young master live without me serving..."
Huo Linfeng laughed and let go, rolled into the bed without making a sound, closed his eyes and looked for Duke Zhou. Chen Ruoyin's saying is correct, once you come, you will be at peace, Shen Wendao said it better, generals, with soldiers in their hands, can overthrow the world. He weighed these two sentences, took half a stick of incense, and took a steady breath.
The personal guards exchanged shifts twice. At five o'clock, a group of fine cavalry gathered outside the post station, a total of 20 people, who were sent by the imperial court to accompany Huo Linfeng. As the candles died down, the crowing of the rooster startled the partridges, and Yi Shui'er's master attendants prepared their clothes and waited outside the door in a row.
Huo Linfeng didn't open his eyes, but moved his ears first, and cursed in a low voice: "Du Zheng, do you want to suffocate me to death?"
Du Zheng rubbed his eyes and got up, pushed the window open, causing the cold wind to wake him up. He knew it at a glance, turned back to the bed, and whispered through a layer of veil: "Young master, a group of soldiers has arrived. They won the crown, and their official uniforms are dark bean green. Inside the white stickers, each of them rides a horse and wears a sword."
Huo Linfeng knew it well, the Xiaowei Army seemed to "protect" him from going south of the Yangtze River. He sat up abruptly, stared at him, and raised his chin arrogantly. Du Zheng understood, and opened the door: "Why are you still standing there, the general is awake, Baba is waiting for you!"
Putting on clothes and socks, sealing his waist and putting on his boots, Huo Linfeng asked his master attendant to serve him thoroughly, put on the crown, spread his hands, and Du Zheng handed over the Cassia Sword. He strode out of the pavilion, the courtyard was full, the guards, the guards, and the officials who respectfully sent him on the road crowded his Huo family's iron cavalry so much that they couldn't stand up.
"Make way." He said, "First send Dingbeihou off."
Upon hearing the order, the Huo family's iron cavalry who retreated to the corner moved one after another, pulling the reins and shouting, venting the spirit of licking blood with a knife, the rest of the soldiers were startled, and their faces changed drastically.
"What?" Huo Linfeng laughed, with a bad intention to succeed, "My Huo family's pawns are just lining up, and everyone is scared?"
Everyone was chattering, but he suppressed his smile and stood upright in front of him: "The Huo family's iron cavalry obeys orders and returns to the northern part of the city. Watch all directions and six roads, and protect the Marquis. If someone commits a crime, he will be beheaded and beheaded without mercy."
A group of iron cavalry responded in unison, and the roar shook the heavens and the earth, and it was so powerful.
After everything was arranged, Huo Zhao stepped out of the post house. Huo Linfeng bowed to greet him, helped him onto his horse, and walked out of the gate with the team. It is still a clear street, and it is still a window that is secretly opened. There is only one change. When the father and son came, they went on the same road, but when they went today, they ran in opposite directions.
Huo Linfeng kicked off the hem of his clothes, and knelt down in the street: "Send Dingbei Hou back to Sai." On the horseback, Huo Zhao had a broad figure, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him anxiously and unable to let go of the end of his eyes.
Du Zheng clutched his burden and cried, and the common people in the window sighed softly, the branch partridge flapped its wings and flew out for a while, and then flew back, asking repeatedly, "Why don't you leave...
The Marquis of Dingbei's team was far away, Huo Linfeng watched in panic, thinking that thousands of mountains and rivers were separated.
He gathered himself together, stood up, pulled the sobbing Du Zheng, got on his horse, and had a face-to-face meeting with a group of ignorant guards: "Very good, thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding." After saying that coldly, he looked south , "-Run to Xiganling."
The official road is flat, and a group of people wear official uniforms and knives, which makes passers-by avoid. Naxiganling is more than a thousand miles away from Chang'an, and the horses were replaced three times during the period, which was a bit of a delay.
Nearly half a month later, it was finally less than a hundred miles away from Xiganling. At dusk, he entered the post station to rest. Huo Linfeng stared at the distant mountains in a daze. The green hills are continuous, moist like mist, half a round of setting sun hangs, and a piece of red clouds and greenery collides. The scenes that happen every day are so beautiful that one's heart tightens.
He laughed at his ignorance, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a handful of horse grass and chopped it up, and fed his good horse himself. Suddenly he heard rustling behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the carriage shaking slightly, and there was a person hiding under the carriage doing something.
Du Zheng came out and took credit for his work: "Young master, Xiganling is not peaceful, I will hide your official seal and official documents in the plywood under the car, so that you will not be afraid of bandits who rob you, and you can prevent problems before they happen."
"Oh?" Huo Linfeng asked back, "What do you think the chances of robbing me are?"
Du Zheng was stunned for a moment, with a blank face, knowing that he had done something wrong again, he turned around and ran away after a shock: "Master, let me see if the dinner is cooked, it can't be done without meat!"
The official seal and official documents were left alone, and Huo Linfeng ignored them after feeding the horse.
As soon as the night was over, the morning fog was thick and we hurried on our way, preparing to reach Xiganling today. The forest in the south is deep, the trees are dense and the water is full, so it is not easy to walk. Everyone is a little tired after emptying the water bag at noon.
Resting on the spot, Du Zheng went to the lake to replenish water, Huo Linfeng found an old tree, jumped up among the trees and closed his eyes for a rest. Not long after, the wind blew the leaves, and he opened his eyes sharply, pushing aside the layers of leaves to peep to the southeast.
A gust of wind blew up, and the vegetation in the bushes flew, and a blue and blue shadow of the lake hovered out!
Twenty Xiaowei soldiers immediately drew their swords and fought with each other. The lake blue shadow seemed to be laughing, clear and crisp, its waist was shaking, its arms were waving, its movements were so fast that the weapon in its hand could not be seen clearly.
With a puff, a Xiaowei dropped his knife and fell to the ground. The blood came out and dyed the green grass red, which was then turned into gold by the sunny sun. The lake-blue figure stopped, turned his back towards him, half turned his face, the corners of his mouth curled up in an unhappy way. Only then did he realize that what he was holding behind his back was a pair of cold iron scimitars.
Xiao Wei asked: "Who is here?!"
That Hu Lanbiying replied: "I..." The ending sound was long and long, as if a child was acting like a baby, she turned around lightly, and swayed twenty clangs like a youthful spirit. Pale-skinned, with protruding eyebrows and flying eyes, with a hint of cunning and mischievousness in his delicate appearance, just like a willful and frivolous little son.
Huo Linfeng saw it clearly, but didn't move, waiting for the other party to report his name.
The man's tone was flamboyant: "Listen up! I am the jade-faced scimitar--Little God of Wealth Lu Zhun."