Night slowly fell, a full moon hung in the sky, not a single star could be seen. Occasionally, a bird in the woods would flutter its wings and land on a branch, startling a noise that only made the yard seem even more desolate.
Rong Xuan sat on the stone steps in front of his house for a full half an hour, and he really couldn't understand how things had developed to this point. Now his house had been emptied, his wife was gone, his mother was gone, and his money was gone. Penniless was not enough to describe his current state, and the true portrayal was that he had nothing.
Rong Xuan took the note left by Ji Fan, stared at it again and again, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: absconding with money and human trafficking, if the case is brought to court, Ji Fan will definitely be sentenced to three to five years.
Rong Zhengqing was obviously also stimulated, and he paced around the room anxiously, like an ant on a hot pot. How could his good wife run away with someone? !
Rong Zhengqing finally couldn't help but said, "Xuan'er!"
Rong Xuan responded with a conditioned reflex: "Dad?"
Rong Zhengqing took a step forward, his eyes wide open: "Tell me, where did your mother go?!"
Rong Xuan was afraid that he would beat him, so he took a step back without leaving a trace: "Father, don't worry. Mother is now... maybe she has gone to the capital?"
The uncertainty in his words was irritating.
Rong Zhengqing took another step forward, sweating anxiously, "What kind of wife did you marry? It's not a big deal for her to be a cuckold, but why did he...he take your mother away too?!"
Wearing a Green Hat on You
《Not That Big》
Rong Xuan took a step back, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably: "Father, Widow Song loves to gossip, and her words must not be trusted. Maybe mother and the others were worried that I would go out in the capital, so they followed the passing caravan to the capital."
Rong Xuan didn't dare to tell Rong Zhengqing the truth, otherwise, with the other party's reckless temper, he might cause trouble and even rush into the capital with a sword.
Rong Zhengqing was suspicious: "Really?"
Rong Xuan: "Really, Dad, why would I lie to you?"
Rong Zhengqing could distrust anyone, but he couldn't distrust his own son. He frowned and thought for a moment, then grabbed Rong Xuan and said, "Let's go to Beijing to find your mother!"
Rong Xuan was shocked when he saw this, and quickly held him down: "Dad, it's getting late now, let's rest for a night first. And you are a fugitive now, I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to enter the capital, otherwise I'll go and get some information."
Rong Zhengqing disagreed: "Nonsense, the capital is so dangerous, how can Dad let you go alone. Besides, I have never been afraid of anyone in my life. How can those guys in the Ministry of Justice who haven't even grown all their hair catch me!"
Isn’t it just another trip to the capital? Rong Zhengqing thought it was not a big deal. Even in the imperial palace, he could walk around with his head held high.
Rong Xuansi thought that the portraits of ancient fugitives were all quite shabby. If Rong Zhengqing shaved his beard and changed his clothes, he might be able to fool them. Besides, it was not safe for him to be alone in the capital. Having Rong Zhengqing accompany him would give him an extra layer of protection. After thinking for a moment, he agreed: "Okay, let's disguise ourselves and enter the capital that day. But now it's getting late and the horses are tired. We must rest for a night."
Although Rong Zhengqing was eager to go to Beijing, he knew that haste makes waste, so he had to agree.
Rong Xuan thought that since there was a fugitive in the capital, the entry and exit must be strictly checked, so he needed to make a fake identity for Rong Zhengqing. Fortunately, the Da Zhou's photo was a piece of paper issued by the government with a stamp, which wrote the place of origin, gender, and age, so it was not difficult to imitate.
All the books in the house were taken away. Needless to say, it must have been Rong's mother's idea. She was the only one who treasured those sword manuals. But fortunately, the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone were still there.
Rong Xuan went to the kitchen to find a large white radish and cut a section with a kitchen knife. Then he sat at the desk and carefully carved a fake official seal with a knife. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh: He is a law-abiding citizen now, but why has he been madly testing the edge of the law since ancient times? First he sheltered a fugitive, and now he is giving false testimony. Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality
Rong Xuan carved the radish seal, wiped off the moisture on it, dipped it in ink and tried to print it on paper. He found that except for the color being slightly lighter, there was no major problem.
Very good. If he has the chance to go back in the future, he must write another book, the name of which will be "My Fake Certificate in Ancient Office".
Rong Xuan cut the paper and made a fake photo. After the ink dried, he deliberately crumpled the paper and rubbed some dust on it, so that it didn't look so new.
By the time they were done, it was already late at night. Rong Xuan turned off the lights and went straight to bed. As a result, just as he touched the pillow, something suddenly hit the back of his head, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Hiss..."
Rong Xuan rubbed the back of his head and immediately got up to lift the pillow, only to see a small cloth bag underneath. He picked it up hesitantly, only to find it was heavy. He opened it and saw that it contained the change he had left for Ji Fan before he left, and there was also a thousand-silver note.
"… Um?"
Rong Xuan shook the silver note and raised his eyebrows. It was not surprising that Ji Fan left some small change. The prince of Yan would not covet a few small changes from him. But where did the thousand-dollar note come from
Could it be that Ji Fan doesn't want to owe anyone a favor
But if the other party didn't want to owe me a favor, he should have cut off all ties with one stroke. Why did he bring Rong's mother to the capital
Rong Xuan thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out Ji Fan's intention. He put away the banknotes and small change, and stared at the fluctuating blackening degree on the electronic display for a long time, lost in thought, and was unsure of Ji Fan's attitude for a while.
When the opponent's black level was at its highest, it was close to 99.
But when it is low, it is almost zero.
The data fluctuates like a mess, just like their current mood...
The next morning, Rong Xuan simply packed some bags and set off with Rong Zhengqing. After Rong Zhengqing shaved his beard, he was a handsome uncle with a dignified appearance, completely different from the night before. He was quite elegant riding a horse with a sword in his arms, and no one would ever associate him with a fugitive.
Rong Xuan climbed onto his horse, wearing a white robe that was spotless, like a jade-like son from an aristocratic family. He made Rong Zhengqing look like a guard. "Father, there are many people in Beijing, so don't be impulsive. No matter what you do, you must discuss it with me first."
Rong Zhengqing patted his head, feeling a headache: "You and your mother are becoming more and more alike."
He kicked his horse's belly after he finished speaking, and was about to set off, but suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he looked sharply at the woods in the distance. In a flash, Rong Zhengqing's long sword flew out of its sheath, and he slashed it hard in front of him, lifting up three pieces of gravel and whizzing into the woods with the force of thunder.
“Whoosh—”
There was a dull sound, as if something heavy had fallen.
Yan Fengchen never expected that he would be discovered. He was caught off guard and hit by a hidden stone, almost falling off the treetop. He coughed up blood, and was shocked. His Highness only asked him to secretly protect the young man, but never said that there was an old monster with good strength!
Among the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one!
Yan Fengchen knew that he had been discovered by the other party. He staggered up, holding his chest, and immediately leaped away using light skills.
Rong Xuan noticed something was wrong and subconsciously looked at Rong Zhengqing: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Rong Zhengqing shook his head and said, "It's just a little mouse. Let's go and find your mother in Beijing as soon as possible. Don't delay Zheng."
They rode at full speed towards the capital. Since they had plenty of money and food and changed to better horses along the way, they arrived much earlier than expected, arriving in the afternoon.
The situation at the city gate was just as Rong Xuan had expected. Sure enough, there was a team of soldiers checking passers-by. If a merchant was transporting goods, they would open the boxes for inspection. If they saw a young man, they would grab him and compare him with the wanted portrait on the notice at the city gate. They would only let him go if they were confirmed to be correct.
The people were full of complaints and were talking about it:
"Why is it that the inspection is so strict all of a sudden? It has delayed my arrival in the city."
"I heard that a prisoner escaped from the Ministry of Justice last night, and several jailers were knocked unconscious. A strict order has been issued to arrest the prisoner."
"Dark, there is no peace all day long."
"Be quiet, it will be terrible if someone hears you, shh..."
Although it was already afternoon, Shengjing was still bustling with people coming and going. The Great Zhou was founded on military power, and seven out of ten people wore swords on their waists.
To put it bluntly, it would be fine if it was in a remote town, but Tianzi City is as high as the clouds. If a person doesn't even know how to use a sword, he will probably not survive more than three days in this world.
"Tell me, from where? Where are you going? What are you doing in Beijing? Where are you going?"
The gatekeeper grabbed an honest farmer and questioned him carefully for a long time before letting him go. Rong Zhengqing was holding the fake photo Rong Xuan had made last night. When it was his turn to be questioned, the soldier was obviously more polite, probably because he saw his sword.
Soldier: "Tell me, from where?"
Rong Zhengqing read out the fake place of origin on the note: "Zhangzhou."
Soldier: "What are you going to do in the capital?"
Rong Zhengqing frowned slightly: "Looking for a wife."
The soldier questioned him very carefully. He looked at him suspiciously and said, "Wife? Why are you going to the capital to find a wife? What happened to your wife?"
Rong Zhengqing wanted to stab him with a sword: "Running away with someone, is that okay?!"
The soldier didn't want to provoke someone with a sword, and was frightened by Rong Zhengqing's momentum, so he didn't get angry. He frowned and opened the portrait of the wanted criminal that was issued this morning, and compared it with Rong Zhengqing. He found that they didn't look very similar, so he returned the photo to him and said, "Go, go, go."
Rong Xuan was in the back. He glanced at the wanted poster and saw a middle-aged man with an untidy beard, with the words "Jingzhou fugitive... Rong Zhengqing..." written next to him. He couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that his cheap father had shaved his beard, otherwise he really couldn't fool people.
When it was Rong Xuan's turn, the soldier took a look at him and saw that he was another man with a sword on his waist. He frowned and asked, "Where are you from?"
Rong Xuan was dressed in a white shirt and had an extraordinary appearance: "Zhangzhou, the guy in front is from my hometown, we are from the same capital."
The soldier checked his photo and found nothing wrong: "Your fellow villager came to Beijing to find a wife, but you came to Beijing to do it?"
Rong Xuan coughed awkwardly: "I'll help him find a wife."