"It's getting dark early, and there are still ten miles away from the station." The captain of the guard drove to a carriage with the logo of the grassland royal family engraved on it, and asked for instructions loudly, "My concubine, whether to go forward or find a place to stay, please ask for instructions."
The car curtain was slightly lifted, and Feng Zhiwei's calm voice came, "Camp here, it's not safe to travel at night."
The captain of the guard led away, Feng Zhiwei sat quietly in the car, listening to the orderly arrangements outside.
Not long ago, she was ordered to return to the Imperial Capital. After Gu Nanyi refitted to accompany her to Longbei, they parted ways. On the one hand, he wanted to go back to take care of Zhizhi, sit in Xiliang, pass on the situation there, and respond when necessary. On the other hand, Gu Nanyi is the representative of Wei Zhi, when she returned to Beijing as Feng Zhiwei, he was no longer suitable to appear beside her.
This place is near the Jianghuai border in Longbei, and it takes another three or four days to reach the Imperial Capital, Feng Zhiwei is not impatient, the situation in the court is now turbulent, sooner rather later.
Ever since she asked Ning Yi to make him the crown prince, Ning Yi became very suspicious of the emperor and deprived him of the right to visit the palace at any time. For more than half a year, father and son did not meet in private. The faction of the Seventh Prince became powerful because of this. The faction of the Seventh Prince, who was so suppressed that he dared not move, jumped out immediately after he lost power, and the theory of "virtuous king" once again flooded the government and the public. The Seventh Prince's camp was proud of this, and urged the Seventh Prince, who was supervising the army in front, to simply ask to lead the troops, and use his solid military exploits to add another touch of icing on the cake. The Seventh Prince was steady, and he was still hesitating. For his advocacy, Emperor Tiansheng immediately ordered the seven princes to lead the southern army, and hand over the short soldiers of the Changning clan who had already established himself as emperor under Jiang Zi. The seven princes won the first battle and reported a big victory. Jubilation, the sound of singing praises is endless, but at this time it broke out that the Seventh Prince indulged his subordinates, pretended to be the leader of the enemy with the heads of ordinary people, and slaughtered three villages in a row, resulting in no one living within a hundred miles. After the news spread, the people in Longbei were outraged Extremely colliding with the military barracks, the "Qingyang Sect" took the opportunity to preach, pointing out that the imperial court perverted the fate of destiny, and gathered tens of thousands of people in just a few days. When the news spread to the court, His Majesty was furious, and immediately ordered people to investigate thoroughly. Still keeping it secret, even Feng Zhiwei has no information about who went to Longbei to investigate this case, but it is obvious that Ning Yi is responsible for this matter, and she can see Ning Yi's style from the ups and downs of this matter— First show weakness to make the opponent dizzy, let you climb higher and higher, and then remove your ladder, and wait for you to plant heavier and heavier, so after the victory of the Seventh Prince, there are so many people who are desperately advocating, blowing The emperor's heart was full of joy and he kept rewarding him, the order of the emperor's praise of the seventh prince as a national model was spread all over the country, and the seven princes were dizzy and lost their vigilance. The ice and snow plummeted.
At that time, how could the embarrassing emperor not be furious
Feng Zhiwei sighed softly, thinking that the Qingyang Sect has always been very low-key and secretive, and never alarmed the government. Except for the southern lands that were involved in the war and had no information, they were very careful in preaching in other areas, but it was obvious that Ning Yi found out, and used this Longbei massacre case to expose the Qingyang sect.
She believed that the Qingyang Sect's preaching outside the Southland should not be so arrogant, but Ning Yi said that being arrogant is just being arrogant. In the short term, the Qingyang Sect will not be able to develop rapidly outside the Southland.
Feng Zhiwei intertwined her fingers, thinking about the future, now she is no longer alone, she is involved in the life and death of too many people in the world, but she tied all her secrets in Ning Yi's hands, life and death depended on him mind—this is terrible.
Although he has always kept it secret, although he has always expressed that he does not want to be an enemy of her, but now, it has become an enemy, and it is too naive and too ridiculous to rely on someone's intolerance to survive. He is also considered a hero, how can he sit back and watch others try to shake his family? What's more, in his eyes, the country is his.
So what if he doesn't want to? There are people who worry about him and preach every day, Xin Ziyan is a precedent!
Feng Zhiwei sighed, thinking about the secret letters received from Hang Ming, Qi Shaojun and others in the past few days, whether intentionally or not, they all said that the king of Chu was shady, implying that she would take advantage of the opportunity of returning to Beijing to get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise great things would be impossible.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, her heart was surging, she suddenly felt a chill on her face, and with her fingers, it turned out to be a snowflake, which passed through the gap of the car curtain that was not covered just now, and landed on her face.
Snowing.
She gently picked the snowflakes off and put them in the palm of her hand. The sharp-edged snowflakes shone brightly in her palm, and she slowly counted the petals of the snowflakes.
"Kill, don't kill, kill, don't kill, kill..."
Before I finished counting, the snowflakes had already melted in the palm of my hand, and the coldness stained my skin.
In the end, I don't know whether to kill or not to kill.
Feng Zhiwei curled up her palm, holding the coolness of that palm tightly.
She counts so slowly, does it mean that she doesn't want to face the result of finishing the count
She closed her eyes, the sky around her was pressing down heavily, the cold wind whizzed and circled endlessly above her head, it was so gloomy and ferocious, it sounded like countless innocent souls crying.
On a snowy night at the beginning of the 19th year of Changxi, Longbei.
One mile away from Feng Zhiwei's carriage team, there are three small villages that were said to have been massacred by the Seventh Prince's subordinates pretending to be enemy bandits.
A mile away from the small village, there was also a team of carriages, plain and low-key, rumbling on the road to the dead village.
A mile away from the carriage, countless masked men crouched in the snow in the dense forest, watching the dead village not far away with piercing eyes, waiting for the arrival of the carriage. reflective.
These are three points on the map of Longbei at the end of the 19th year of Tiansheng, each point in a triangle, approaching each other very close and very slowly.
And in the center of the three points, Feng Zhiwei's motorcade was standing silently in the snow.
The north wind was strong all night, and the snowflakes danced in pairs one by one, first sparse and then dense, and gradually the ground was covered with a layer of white.
This kind of weather is no longer suitable for sleeping in the open. The captain of the guard sent people to look for houses or ancestral temples where they could live, but the news they got was that there were none.
"How is it possible?" The captain of the guard asked anxiously, "This is not a remote village, and it is not far from Jianghuai. How could there be no one?"