The arrow was shaped like a shooting star, pierced straight through the cobweb-like intricate threads under the twenty red-headed kites, and sank into the back of the tiger's neck.
I don't know how powerful this arrow is, but with a "pop", it shot the tiger's big head in the opposite direction. After a loud noise, it stumbled to the ground without uttering a sound, and died neatly. .
Gu Yun kept his fingers, turned around and pulled the string again, and directly hit the second arrow. His back leaned against the door of the private room and turned an angle. Almost without aiming, the arrow left the string again, and was hit just now. Drop the golden leaves on the observation deck pillars.
Exclamations erupted from the viewing platform, and the arrow rubbed the scalp of a foreigner, nailed his hat to the column, and the tail feathers were still trembling.
The man fell from his chair in fright.
Gu Yun put away his longbow, and said expressionlessly, the black armored guard holding a copper roar on the mast, "Hidden the misfortune, take it down pending trial."
Until then, the man who was suppressed by the dead tiger came back and let out a thin snort, and the people who came back around were shocked and hurriedly planed him out.
Under the stop Yuan stage, a small and inconspicuous figure passed through the crowd and took advantage of the chaos to board a cruise ship on the lake not far away.
As soon as he got on the boat, he took off his turban. It turned out to be a foreigner with black hair and black eyes who looked a bit like a Central Plains person. He was quickly put into the elegant room on the boat and met the people who had been waiting for him.
It was a man between young and middle-aged, dressed in a white shirt, with a red robe with intricate patterns behind him, a scepter with a strange shape standing on the side, and his dark brown curly hair was half-length. It hangs over his shoulders, neatly combed, and wears a grand large ring on his hand.
It was the emissary sent by the Pope.
The short black-haired foreigner kneeled down respectfully: "Sir Bishop."
The bishop leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was paying attention.
"I'm afraid the result is the same as you expected," said the black-haired foreigner, "Gu and his family have almost a symbolic meaning to these oriental people, as long as the 'black crow' flies across the night sky, even when faced with No matter how big a crisis is, the stupid people will be blindly appeased, like a sheep that finds a shepherd dog—this kind of unreasonable belief is hard to understand, even if I think some of them actually even have Gu Yun's full name Can't tell."
The bishop pondered for a moment, "The 'seed' did not cause any casualties."
"Almost none," the black-haired bowed his head, "The Marquis of Anding happened to be on the red-headed kite, and there seemed to be his guards in the crowd. I don't know if our people leaked their whereabouts, or if someone else had an extraordinary view of the emergency. Sensing ability, as soon as we planted the seeds, the black crow immediately reacted, Gu Cong Hong-headed kite shot the 'seed' with an arrow, and also caught the 'sower'."
The bishop leaned on the carved chair, and rubbed his beard with his fingers on his lips: "This is not his personal prestige, but the accumulation of three generations. The people in the Central Plains blindly believe in these black crows, almost forming a kind of attitude towards Gu. family beliefs."
Black-haired: "The church has discussed for a long time why there are frequent loopholes in Eastern society, but the people can maintain the peace that is riddled with holes. I think this belief is also one of the reasons."
The bishop got up and paced a few steps in the boat with his hands behind his back.
"This is our chance," he murmured in a low voice. "It's not a bad thing—I'm going to write to the Pope, and we can start the Loulan project immediately."
At this time, the order downstairs of Qiyuan had initially stabilized, and the Royal Forest Army quickly came to rescue the scene. Gu Yun glanced at him, and seeing that he had nothing to do with him, he was about to make a gesture to Shen Yi and was about to leave—his His vision was very blurred, his hearing was declining, and the crowd of people around him was quiet.
Gu Yun said to Xuan Ying's guards: "I'm a little bit ahead, you and the Fourth Highness and the others, if they want to go home, wait for the peace outside to send them back, and if you want to play more on the red-headed kite, you can - later I don't know if there will be any performances."
Chang Geng hurriedly asked, "Foster father, how about you?"
At this time, Gu Yun couldn't hear what he said at all, just patted his shoulder and hurried away.
There was a louder rumbling from under their feet, and the red-headed kite they were sitting on briefly landed on the kite-stopping platform. Gu Yun and Shen Yi strode away side by side, the night was cold and frosty, Chang Geng picked up the cloak that Gu Yun had put aside, and was about to catch up, but was stopped by Xuan Ying next to him.
That Xuanying said: "His Royal Highness stay, the commander does not wear winter clothes in the capital, and there is chaos outside, please don't leave your subordinate's side."
Chang Geng's doubts rose sharply - why didn't he wear it? With Gu Yun's body, it is obviously not because he is not afraid of cold.
There was also the phrase "your eyes" that Shen Yi had just shouted out in a hurry. Chang Geng couldn't help but think of Shen Shiliu who was "pretending to be deaf and blind" in Yanhui Town. Of course, Shen Shiliu's eyes and ears Most of the inconvenience was for cheating, but Chang Geng was sure that when he was in Yanhui Town, he really couldn't see clearly. Was it just to confuse Xiu Niang and those barbarians who wanted to infiltrate the northern border
People tend to get anxious when they think too much, and Chang Geng's heart suddenly felt uneasy, until Xuan Ying dutifully sent them back to the Hou residence.
Chang Geng returned to his room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. After sending Madam Cao and Fatty Ge off, he quietly wrapped his coat and ran to Gu Yun's room to wait.
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Gu Yun's room was very clean, neat and tidy like a man in the army, and there were no extra decorations. There were a few books on the desk, an old gas lamp, and there was a word on the wall, with a book on it. The words "the world cannot be avoided" could be seen as Gu Yun's own trace.
Except for a brand new fox fur hanging by the bedside, Marquis Anding's bedroom was almost shabby.
Chang Geng waited for a while, and unknowingly fell asleep on the small table, cradling his chest, and soon had a messy dream.
In a trance, Gu Yun seemed to have his back to him in front of him. In the dream, Chang Geng was no longer restrained, and he was a lot more presumptuous than in reality. He hugged him from behind intimately: "Foster father."
Gu Yun turned his head slowly, there was nothing in his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears ran down his cheeks like blood and tears: "Call me?"
Chang Geng screamed and woke up suddenly, was agitated by the cold wind swept in by the door, and stared blankly at the people who came in from outside.
Gu Yun didn't expect him to be in his room, so he hurriedly closed the leaking door and asked, "Why are you here?"
His voice was hoarse and his face was ugly.
The cold breath hanging from Chang Geng's chest finally spit out heavily the moment he saw Gu Yun. For a while, he couldn't tell the truth, and he almost felt an ecstasy of lost and found.
Gu Yun held on to the door frame for a moment, endured a wave of dizziness, and weakly waved to Chang Geng: "Come and help me - I will bring you into the palace tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings to the emperor, I can't get up carefully."
Chang Geng took his elbow and helped him to the bedside: "Father, what's wrong with you?"
"They were dragged to the Beida Camp on the way back, and I drank too much." Gu Yun didn't take off his shoes, and fell on his back on the bed. He had just taken the medicine, and his mind was buzzing, and he said weakly, "Go back early to rest."
Chang Geng frowned - Gu Yun did smell of alcohol, but it wasn't heavy, and he spoke clearly and clearly, so he didn't look like he was drinking too much.
However, without waiting for him to ask, Gu Yun had no voice, as if he fell asleep on the pillow.
Chang Geng had to remove his shoes and socks by himself, and pulled the quilt over to wrap him around him. He felt that the chill on Gu Yun's body couldn't be warmed up, so he heated the steam brazier in the room and leaned on the bedpost quietly. He stared at Gu Yun's sleeping face.
"I'm not thinking nonsense." He recited these words three times silently, and then like a trembling little animal, he approached Gu Yun slightly, as if he wanted to smell the smell on his body, but he couldn't help but hold his breath.
The next day, Chang Geng felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, he didn't even have time to fix a nightmare, so he was picked up by Gu Yun, after a lot of tossing, and then he followed Gu Dashuai into the palace, giving him the nominal amount of money. The elder brother, Emperor Longan, paid New Year's greetings.
On the way, Gu Yun said: "The emperor doesn't have to care too much about you. When the queen mother was alive, she had some quarrels with the concubine, but it was all a matter of the previous generation. It has nothing to do with you, bad luck."
Chang Geng responded absentmindedly, and when he heard him scolding in a low voice, he looked up and saw that Gu Yun was driving Luck right in front of a car.
It was the driver of Hokokuji Temple.
The Daliang royal family believed in Buddhism, and even Gu Yun's grandfather who was decisive in killing was no exception. This is especially true for the current new emperor, who was the prince of the year. Whenever he is free, he has to discuss Zen meditation with the great monks.
But when it comes to Gu Yun's most annoying life, it's not the people from all over the world, but these bald heads.
In particular, the old abbot of Huguo Temple, who did not know what stoma industry is, had a mad crow's mouth, and since he was a child, he asserted that Gu Yun would overcome six relatives when he grew up.
The Marquis of Anding has always blamed the monks of Huguo Temple for his bachelor's anger.
Emperor Long'an Li Feng's personal servant saw him and trotted over.
He was tall and tall, almost as tall as Gu Dashuai, but he was three times as wide as Dashuai, and he had a pair of small feet four inches long. .
This person's surname is Zhu, and others call him Father-in-law Zhu in person, but they call him Zhu Xiaojiao behind the scenes.
Zhu Xiaojiao has a bad reputation. He has two "dry sons" with oily noodles and noodles outside the palace. I don't know what they are doing.
Daliang opened early due to shipping, and the folk customs were not as conservative as in the previous dynasty, and it was okay to say no to those humiliating bad things among the dignitaries. It's just that it would be better if this little eunuch didn't condone his godson's use of his name to make money.
Zhu Xiaojiao accompanied his smiling face and leaned in front of Gu Yun: "The Marquis and the Fourth Highness have come down? The abbot of Huguo Temple is talking to the emperor, saying that if the two of you arrive, you can go in directly. Haven't seen you in a long time - yo, coincidence, the masters are out!"
While speaking, two monks came out one after the other.
Gu Yun in front of him knew, with a wrinkled walnut face and a sad face, as if he had never eaten enough food in his life, it was the abbot of Huguo Temple, the idiot monk.
Gu Yun's gaze couldn't help falling on the man behind him, who was also a monk, in his twenties or thirties, dressed in a snow-white robe, with picturesque features, and his clean monk shoes stepped on the path of the imperial city, as if The fairy who came from the snow.
Rao is that Gu Yun hates bald heads, and at that moment, he couldn't help but think of the famous monk who went to Tianzhu in the previous dynasty.
If the young monk felt something, he raised his head to meet Gu Yun's gaze. His eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a vast and quiet sea of stars in his eyes, which made people sink in at a glance.
The young monk folded his hands together and greeted Gu Yun from a distance.
Gu Yun looked away as if awake from a dream, and said in his heart, "What am I looking at with a bald head?"
He ignored them, looked away rudely, and asked Zhu Xiaojiao, "Who is the little white face led by the old bald donkey?"
Zhu Xiaojiao watched him grow up from a young age, knew his temper, and said hurriedly: "That is the abbot's junior brother, Master Mingran, who returned from traveling overseas."
Gu Yun said in his heart, "What a bullshit name, you will be unlucky when you hear it."
Who knows that he doesn't want to see others, but others just want to get close to him.
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