Xiao's sound was somewhat familiar, Feng Zhiwei reined in his horse in a daze, and listened carefully, the expression in his eyes changed, and he suddenly raised his head.
On the pine tree in the middle of the dwarf mountain, there is a man in white playing the flute leisurely on the tree.
A few months ago, outside the unnamed ancient temple in Jiyang Mountain, Longxi, Feng Zhiwei once heard his flute when he was in desperate situation.
A dream of Jiangshan, dream of breaking Jiangshan.
A few months later, on an unknown short hill outside the imperial capital, he was dressed in white as snow, and sat on a green pine with a flute, calling Feng Zhiwei who was rushing all the way back to the capital with the sound of the flute.
Zong Chen.
Listening to the desolate and lonely flute sound, Feng Zhiwei's heart felt like a heavy stone for a moment, sinking heavily in his blood, obviously anxious like a spark, wishing to fly to the imperial capital with his wings, suddenly felt his legs were filled with lead, and never I can't move my feet.
Her heart was pounding, her fingers were trembling, her lips were trembling, and reddish blood was dripping from her scorched mouth, but she couldn't utter a single word.
After Zong Chen finished playing the song, he held the green jade flute slantingly in his palm, and leaned over to look down at Feng Zhiwei.
At that moment, his eyes were gentle and compassionate, with a bit of deep melancholy and sadness.
He looked at Feng Zhiwei who was trembling more and more, and said calmly and sadly:
"Zhiwei, I'm sorry...it's late."
Go back in time and walk back to the Imperial Capital for seven days.
Seven days ago.
In the middle of the night, the gates of the imperial city were closed tightly, but suddenly there was the sound of blares, tearing the night sky of the imperial city, and then the crimson city gates burst open, and a horse galloped in, with iron maces and red armor, and golden feathers adorning the waist, like a strip of red gold. The long line is thrown into the darkness of the city gate.
That person didn't go straight to the inner office of Jin Yuwei in the depths of the imperial city, but to the west of the imperial city, where "Tian Sheng Zhi" was set up at the compilation office of the outer court.
Someone was awakened in the middle of the night and was already waiting at the editing office.
The heavy door was closed, the window was dark, the man in red armor and golden feathers hurriedly reported, and the man in unclothed and sleeved looked solemn.
After a while, the man with red armor and golden feathers withdrew.
The man in unclothed clothes and big sleeves stepped out of the atrium and looked to the south of Tiansheng in the distance. He stood speechless for a long time, the night was dark, and his clothes were exposed and dyed.
six days ago.
A top-secret letter from southern Fujian, sealed with wax, lay quietly on the desk of the vice president of the editing department.
A pair of well-maintained hands gently opened the envelope, and pulled out a letter with only a few words but a firm tone.
A few words, but the reader read the letter for a long time, let out a long sigh, and threw the letter aside heavily.
He sat silently in the chair for a long time, frowning deeply, with a hesitant expression.
There was also a stack of letter paper of a similar shape on the desk. He took it out and looked back at each letter. The more he looked at it, the more he frowned.
He stopped suddenly.
A piece of letter paper, the bottom layer was slightly wrinkled, he thought for a while, soaked the bottom layer with the Golden Feather Guard's secret potion, and a line of words quietly appeared.
"The king's heart is already confused, and my brother is very worried. The master is a great talent, and he will definitely be able to decide on his own."
He clings to the letter paper, meditating in the boundless darkness of night.
five days ago.
A group of gray-clothed men turned and swayed in shock, quietly passed over the roof ridges in the night, and swept into a small courtyard in the backyard of the Qiu Mansion.
Those people landed lightly, and the woman who tossed and turned all night in the small room woke up immediately with bright eyes.
"Crack." The lights in the house were lit.
The woman put on her clothes and sat up, looked at the person with a calm expression, looked at everyone carefully for a while, and seemed to realize something.
Slowly said: "That thing... finally came?"
"Ma'am." The man in gray knelt on one knee, "You have worked so hard for many years... Your Excellency ordered me to come pick you up and leave immediately."
"For more than ten years, you have finally appeared." Madam did not answer their words, and said with a slightly sighed expression, "I was looking forward to your appearance, and I was afraid of your appearance. Now, the dust has finally settled."
"Golden Feather Guard has a new owner recently." The man in gray looked down and said, "In order to avoid their pursuit for more than ten years, Madam, you moved out of the deep mountains and brought the young master to hide in Beijing and hide in the court, but The other party is really powerful, we have received a report from a dark thread, the other party has obtained solid evidence, and is about to attack, please clean up, we will leave immediately."
The woman smiled quietly.
"Why should I go?"
The man in gray was stunned.
"If he leaves, his dream will be in vain." Madam's face is pale and her eyes are bright, "I don't care what differences of opinion you have, for me, what I want to accomplish is his order, his lifelong dream , I have already seen the expectation, why should I give up all my previous efforts?"
"But… "
"It's been prepared for so many years." Madam said, "Why waste it?"
"Ma'am." The man in gray said in a deep voice, "This is a matter of life and death."
"You're right, lives are at stake." Madam smiled strangely, "However, some lives are always prepared to be sacrificed."
The gray-clothed man remained silent for a while, and said reluctantly for a long time: "It always makes adults feel that it is too risky... The other party..."
"Eternal foundation, seek in danger." Madam said lightly, "Your generation may value safety and the continuation of the royal blood more, but I still remember his unchanging expectations until death. A person like him never accepts failure in his life, but Suffering such a fate, the collapse of the family and country, the destruction of the organization, the pursuit of thousands of miles, the loss of companions, and the death of brothers one by one... In the end, I have to suffer such a betrayal that destroys everything... He didn't say anything, but I knew he hated, I know the last wish in his heart, he wants to see the death of this dynasty, just as this dynasty saw his brothers die... This wish, he can't do it, and I, the widow, can't do it, but I believe that someone will do it."
"Ma'am!" The man in gray shouted anxiously, "You have violated..."
"Don't tell me who you violated." The lady interrupted proudly, "I am not a member of your organization, and I have not shouldered the tasks passed down from generation to generation. For me, I only need to do my best to complete my husband's will."
The gray-clothed man fell silent, thinking of the previous generation of suzerain, that iron-blooded and staunch man, who only lived for one dream in his short life, and used his persistence to influence the woman in front of him. and live.