Wen Yantong was taken aback when she heard the words, but seeing that Fu Zixian didn't go on, she couldn't get to the bottom of it, so she said, "Don't worry, we'll be able to go out in a few days."
Fu Zixian nodded, and then took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her, "I don't know what Mu Yang's character will be."
This Wen Yantong knew, but in this situation, he could only pretend not to know, and said, "If General Mu chose it, it must be a name with a simple meaning."
Fu Zixian smirked and said, "When I came here earlier, I heard my father talk about this matter, saying that General Mu made a typo when he submitted the report, and he was criticized and ridiculed by the emperor, and finally he will give Mu Yang the crown. The matter will be handled by the Ministry of Rites."
"Ah?" Wen Yantong asked in surprise, "Hand it over to the Ministry of Rites, isn't that just handing it over to Prime Minister Fu?"
The immediate bosses of the six ministries were all prime ministers, and the emperor pointed this matter to the Ritual Ministry, making it clear that he wanted to point it out to Fu Sheng. The emperor not only liked to name others himself, but also liked to deprive others of the right to name their sons, although General Mu was indeed semi-literate.
Fu Zixian said, "General Mu was so angry that he couldn't eat for two days. He even visited my father. After the two discussed it, they decided that each of them would hold the same word."
Wen Yantong could already imagine how intense the "discussion" in his words was. As the saying goes, a scholar meets a soldier, and it is hard to explain why. Fu Sheng, a literati like Fu Sheng, who is so impatient and rude, beats him on the ground. Obviously sometimes his brain is stronger than his fist.
But fortunately the emperor was meddling in his own business, otherwise it would be really hard to say what Mu Yang's characters would be. It is said that when Mu Yang was born, Mu Yuan insisted on naming him Mu Erdan, following the ancient inheritance that a humble name was easy to support, and this incident even alarmed the emperor.
Mu Yuan himself spoke eloquently, "What's wrong with the cheap name? I used to come here like this. I have been called Tieniu for more than 20 years, and every time I turn bad luck into good luck, I come back to life after catastrophe."
The emperor pointed at him and said, "You should not be thanking your humble name for being able to live so long, but thanking that head on your neck—blessed fool."
But Mu Yuan was very stubborn, and in the end Mrs. Mu forced her to change her name to Mu Yang.
If he was asked to pick characters, he would probably be Xiangzi, Black Donkey or something like that.
Thinking of those things, Wen Yantong couldn't help but smile, "It seems that the grievances between your Fu family and the Mu family have deepened."
Fu Zixian also laughed and didn't speak again.
Wen Yantong chatted with him for a few more words before going out. Now that Fu Zixian is locked up, he doesn't know anything, he only guards the jade plaque on his body, and he feels a little relieved after hearing that she can go out in a few days.
But Jiang Ling, who knew something, was restless. He just felt that no one could be trusted, and everyone around him might be an insider.
Even Wen Yantong who knew everything was still a little uneasy, afraid that something might happen.
But things went well.
When the evening approached, Qiudong and Qiudong did not return, and one of the people they took out came back with several knives on his body. He came back and reported that he had been arrested, and it was General Mu himself who had arrested him.
Mu Yuan spent half his life as a soldier. Before entering the court, he was a well-known bandit of this generation. After entering the court, he was a general that Shao Jing paid attention to. People who have lived half their lives on the battlefield are different from these young killers.
So many people are afraid of Mu Yuan.
After hearing that Mu Yuan came in person, many people panicked, and most of them agreed to retreat first. If they were surrounded by the government in this valley, it would be tantamount to catching a turtle in a urn, and it was impossible to escape.
Unless they find a way out before the valley is fenced off.
So Wen Yantong's previous words came into effect immediately, whether it was the one way to the east, or the south way scattered, or divided into two groups, one south and one east.
It was a headache for the masked man.
In the end, they divided into three groups of people, and went down the mountain by three roads respectively, as a test.
According to Wen Yantong's previous instructions, people on the two roads to the south were arrested and executed on the spot, while those on the road to the east were allowed to pass.
Afterwards, everyone chose to retreat from the east road. Because Qingmian didn't believe Wen Yantong, he blindfolded her, bound her hands and feet and threw her into the carriage. He personally watched over the surroundings.
After Wen Yantong's eyes were covered, he only felt his ears became more sensitive, and there were all kinds of sounds around him. The green mask said, "We are all Jiang's family, we are all prosperous, and we are all damaged. If we can't retreat safely on the east road, then we Then we went to Huangquan together to see Mr. Jiang."
It probably means that if the road to the east is deceitful, I will stab you to death.
Wen Yantong was a little flustered, but thinking that Chi Jingxi was also among this group of people, he should think of a way to save her. What he has to do now is to stabilize his emotions and play against the green mask.
She smiled calmly, "You're right, but if we went down to see Mr. Jiang without doing anything, I'm afraid Mr. Jiang will be disappointed."
The green mask snorted coldly, "It's not like that, anyway, Fu Sheng's son is still in our hands, and taking him to see Mr. Jiang together can be regarded as making Mrs. Jiang feel more at ease."
Bah, people are dead, but you are so comfortable.
Wen Yantong pretended to be sorry and said, "Just a bastard."
"Talking is better than nothing." The blue mask said again.
Wen Yantong was too lazy to speak, sat upright and listened carefully to the movement outside.
Most of the government's men and horses were in ambush on the East Road, and as long as they went to the place, they would all be caught. The question is who can save her when things happen, and Fu Zixian.
Thinking of Fu Zixian's pale face, although he is very skilled, his state is really worrying.
After seeing nothing, time passed very slowly, Wen Yantong only felt that every minute and every second was incomparably tormented.
In fact, I am still a little worried about Jiang Ling. If these people are caught, Jiang Ling will naturally be arrested. At that time, everyone will find that he is the remnant of the Jiang family. Anything that makes up for it is bullshit. It is impossible for the royal family to keep the son of a rebellious minister.
However, Cheng Xin had kept him before, and it seemed that he had no intention of reporting him to the higher-ups. Does it mean that Cheng Xin wanted him to survive? Or was it because Cheng Xin noticed something that he was kept at that time, so he was temporarily detained.
Just when Wen Yantong was thinking wildly, there was a hissing horse cry outside, and then the restlessness spread in the crowd, and several people's roars suddenly sounded in the originally quiet valley, like a boulder rolling down, which made people tremble with fear .
When Qingmian saw this situation, he knew that he had been tricked. He immediately kicked Wen Yantong on the shoulder and knocked her over, "Bold thief! How dare you lie to me!"
Wen Yantong shouted in a panic, "Where did I lie to you! You didn't believe me when I told you to take the south road! I don't know where there will be an ambush, why do you blame me for choosing the wrong road!? "
The blue mask said, "You are just playing tricks on me."
Wen Yantong immediately said angrily, "If it weren't for you not trusting me, you don't have to end up like this. It's fine now, you just die, and you have to drag me with you! How can I be worthy of Mr. Jiang?!"
Anyway, I still have to stick to acting in the end.
The eyes of the blue mask were completely cracked, and he pulled the long knife at his waist with a swipe, and said angrily, "Since I led the Jiang family soldiers to defeat here, you should also go with me to plead guilty to Mr. Jiang!"
Wen Yantong couldn't see anything, only heard the sound of a sharp knife cutting through the air, which made her shrink her neck suddenly, and dodge instinctively, "Help!"
Then there was an ear-shattering sound, as if something had pierced the carriage, debris was flying in the air, and the green mask's knife did not fall after all.
After that, there was the sound of close combat, and someone broke in and handed over the blue mask. Wen Yantong leaned on the carriage and tried his best to move back, for fear that he would block the way of others.
Then there was another cracking sound, and someone roared and joined the battle, and then the gust of wind swept in, as if someone had pierced a big hole in the carriage, all the wind, sound, and blood came together, enveloping Wen Yantong.
She struggled vigorously with the rope tied behind her back, and her rapid breathing was surrounded by the sound of the wind. She felt that her hair was blown wildly, and her robe was also caught in the cold wind, but she was terrified because her eyes could not see.
Wen Yantong, who couldn't break free from the rope, could only shrink his body as much as possible, listening to the continuous sound of fighting in his ears, trying to stay calm.
The fight lasted for a long time, and there were screams from time to time. Later, Wen Yantong found that the sound of the wind in his ears gradually died down, as if the running horse slowly stopped.
The turbulence gradually became smaller, and the voices in the ear also disappeared, only the sound of fighting came from other places, but Wen Yantong's surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The battle is over. Wen Yantong was very apprehensive, very afraid of hearing Qingmao's voice, and didn't dare to take the initiative to ask.
Wen Yantong's feet were covered with blood, which stained her pair of brocade boots red. Chi Jingxi kicked the corpse off the carriage with an indifferent expression, nailed the sword to a wooden board on one side, and shook the blood from his hands.
Fu Zixian handed over a clean brocade handkerchief. Chi Jingxi glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take it, lowered his head and carefully wiped the blood on his hand, from the wrist to the fingertips, every finger. He moved slowly and wiped until the blood on his hands was dry before throwing away the blood-stained handkerchief.
Then he walked to Wen Yantong who was shrunk into a ball, the ice in his eyes began to melt, and the murderous aura just now gradually disappeared, and finally became clear, reflecting the light from the torch beside him.
He raised his hand and lightly touched Wen Yantong's shoulder with his dry fingers.
She jerked back. Then Chi Jingxi slowly pulled down the black cloth from her eyes, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all right now."
Wen Yantong's eyes were blindfolded for a long time, and her vision was a little blurry at first, she turned her eyes, and saw Chi Jingxi squatting in front of her, his eyes were full of gentleness.
Looking again, standing behind him was Fu Zixian holding a sword, half of his body was covered in blood, and it was still dripping along the blade. Chi Jingxi's hands were also bloody, but they were dry.
After a long time, Wen Yantong showed a smile on his pale face due to shock, "I know."