The leader is merciful, spare the life of the pavilion master

As the Dragon Boat Festival draws near, local hawkers in Ziling have started selling corn millet, mostly white rice with red dates, and the glutinous ones have the aroma of dates and zong leaves.

Song Junchen has always loved eating zongzi, sweet and salty ones are always welcome, he ate six of them in one sitting when he first arrived in Ziling, at this time he was half lying on the bed in the inn, feeling bloated, secretly regretting that he had eaten too much.

Xue Ce pushed open the door and entered, took a bowl of soup and handed it to Song Junchen who was stroking his belly while bending over.

"Get up and drink this."

Song Junchen raised his eyes and glanced at him, raised his upper body awkwardly, took a look, and saw that the brown-red soup was so clear that it smelled like hawthorn and tangerine peel. He thought it was for digestion, smiled slightly, and drank it in one gulp. clean.

"Since we're all in Ziling, why don't you go to Qi'an Villa to stay here?" Song Junchen asked suspiciously.

"The owner is going out and will return tomorrow." Xue Ce sat down beside him.

"If the owner is not here, can we not enter the village?"

"I'm a guilty person. If I visit rashly, I'm afraid of causing trouble."

"You can't trust people from Qi'an Villa?"

"Be cautious," Xue Ce looked at him and continued, "Qi'an Villa has an affair with the court."

That's right, Xue Ce is accused of colluding with foreign enemies, involving two countries, and if he encounters court officials, it will be a lot of trouble to explain.

Hearing the word "court", Song Junchen frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

"How to hook up with the court?"

"The backer of Qi'an Villa is King Dunnan."

"King Dunnan?" Song Junchen was startled, "The sick man?"

It's not that Song Junchen doesn't respect others, it's just that the word "sick young man" seems to be born for this King of Dunnan, and he added this label to him in his first reaction.This King Dunnan was the youngest son of the first emperor. Due to his premature birth, he had been suffering from serious diseases. The imperial physicians in the palace said that it would be difficult for this son to live to adulthood.The first emperor loved him so much that he sent him to recuperate outside the palace, and gave him a royal title of powerless and powerless in Bizhou. He thought the recuperation was effective, and now he has lived through the years of weak crown, making those imperial doctors dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, this person was able to make friends with people from the Jianghu.But it is reasonable to think about it carefully. King Dunnan left the palace early and was in a foreign land. He idled around all day and did not care about the affairs of the palace. Naturally, he had more contacts with people outside the temple.

"Why does King Dunnan associate with Qi'an Villa?" Song Junchen couldn't hide his curiosity.

"There was a severe drought in Ziling in the early years, and Dunnan Wang set up a villa to help the victims."

"So, most of the people in the villa are gathered by disaster victims?"

"Ah."

"I didn't expect that the King of Dunnan is still a good man."

"It's not him who is kind, it's another person."

"Who?"

"Of course it's the owner of Qi'an Villa."

Xue Ce's invitation was quickly answered, and after the owner of Qi'an Mountain Villa came back, he sent someone to the inn to invite Xue and Song to go up the mountain.

Song Junchen has always been curious about who the owner of this Qi'an Mountain Villa is. He must be able to manage the uneven hundreds of victims in his hands. Although the majestic towers and tower houses must have the financial support of King Dunnan, judging from their architectural style, they should be a person of elegance and taste, not a reckless man who is illiterate and has fists.

When he saw the real person, Song Junchen was extremely surprised, and then he was full of regret.He shouldn't have come.

The owner of Qi'an Villa is indeed a gentleman with a gentle appearance and a well-cultivated manner and conversation. When he met Xue and Song, he was wearing a Qushui snow suit and a hairpin with jade hearts inlaid with moonstones. The phoenix wears flowers and hollows out the white jade wall. It seems to be a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, and it is also hidden like the bright moonlight in the sky. People can't help but want to get close, but they can't get close.

Song Junchen couldn't be more familiar with this person.

"Her Majesty Xue came to Qi'an Villa, and I am sorry to welcome you from afar." Yu Zhongran stood up with a smile and saluted.

"Master Yu is being polite." Xue Ce replied politely.

This was the first time Song Junchen had seen Xue Ce look so polite, and he thought he would just fling people coldly.

"I have heard about your teaching, and I feel very sorry," Yu Zhongran stretched out his hand to signal, asking the two to sit down and let people watch tea. "It must be for that matter that Master Xue visited this time."

"Exactly," Xue Ce sat upright, "The three sects cover the sky with one hand, and they have done a lot of horrific things in secret, and they have to be destroyed. This time, I came here to ask if Master Yu can help me, so that the world will be clear."

Yu Zhongran smiled slightly, with a gentle face that made people feel like spring breeze.

"My villa has never participated in battles, but Master Xue is a hero among men, and I appreciate it. You and I have been friends for many years, so we must help." Song Junchen, whose head was hiding behind Xue Ce, changed the subject, "I don't know who this friend of Master Xue is?"

Xue Zhizhi turned his head slightly and glanced at Song Junchen. Seeing him evasive, he was puzzled.

Before the two could answer, Yu Zhongran suddenly stood up excitedly, stared straight at Song Junchen and said, "You are so familiar, who are you?"

Song Junchen secretly regretted not using the disguise technique before coming here.How could he have imagined that he could meet acquaintances from many years ago here.

"I'm the master of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion, Song Junchen." Seeing that he couldn't hide, Song Junchen simply stopped hiding, stood up and said politely.

"You are actually the owner of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion?" Yu Zhongran was shocked. The owner of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion has always been mysterious. Few people in the world have seen his true face. He did not expect that this person would come to visit with Xue Ce today, but then he frowned slightly. Wrinkled, and moved closer, "I should have seen you..."

Xue Ce saw that the other party had been staring at Song Junchen closely, with a slightly cold face, and was about to stop him, but heard a soft exclamation from the other party.

"You are Mr. Song!"

In Xue Ce's ears, the three words "Song Gongzi" refer to Song from the Jinli Song Mansion, but in the hearts of Yu Zhongran and Song Junchen, they refer to the son of Song Yan, the great general of the town.

"Aren't you... dead?"

"A narrow escape."

"In the past few years, you..." Yu Zhongran's eyes were slightly red, his voice was trembling slightly, but he couldn't say the following words for a long time.

Xue Ce frowned.He has been friends with Yu Zhongran for five or six years, but he has never seen him lose his composure like this. He thinks that Song Junchen has an unusual relationship with him, so he feels a little unhappy at the moment.

Song Junchen sighed, thinking that since they were all recognized, there was no need to pretend anymore, so he cupped his hands again, and lowered his eyes and said, "Proton, don't come here without any harm."

"We meet again." Yu Zhongran stepped forward to gently support Song Junchen's elbows, "There are thousands of words to say, but I don't know where to start."

Song Junchen looked helplessly at Xue Ce, who was sitting next to him with a displeased face, and felt that he might have to explain it.

"The great general of Zhen Guo has made immortal achievements all his life, but he was ordered by the first emperor to have his entire family executed. When I heard this in the palace, I couldn't sleep for several nights. It is really auspicious for Mr. Song to be able to escape from birth." .” Yu Zhongran sat down again, trying to calm himself down.

"The proton should be trapped in the palace, why did he become the owner of this Qi'an Villa?" Song Junchen was full of doubts.

Yu Zhongran sighed: "Thanks to the help of King Dunnan, he secretly took me out of the palace. I wanted to drive back to the country, but..."

"how?"

"Don't mention it," Yu Zhongran picked up the bowl and sipped his tea. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Junchen saw the blushing face of the other party from behind the tea bowl. "Could it be that the two of you are together to crusade against the Three Sects?"

After recalling a lot of past events, the other party finally brought the topic back to business.

"There is no time to delay the crusade against the three sects, and we hope that the proton will help us." Song Junchen and Xue Ce looked at each other and clasped their fists together.

"Whether it's Yu you or Yu Xuezhu, I will help you with this job. I just hope that everyone will understand the origin of Qi'an Villa. Most of them are victims of disasters here. They have all their fists and legs. Naturally, I can't let them risk their lives. So I would like Go alone, personally help the two, and crusade against the three sects."

So there is only one person from Qi'an Villa?Song Junchen was stunned.

"Thank you, Master Yu." Xue Ce seemed to have expected it, and did not express dissatisfaction.

"The two of you might as well live in Qi'an Villa, it's not too simple."

If this place is considered crude, then King Dunnan's money will be wasted.

After leaving the reception hall, Song Junchen asked Xue Ce in a low voice: "We came all the way here to win over Master Yu, right?"

Leading people to fight against enemies, naturally, the more people the better, Qi'an Villa has only one person, which is a bit shabby.

"Do you think ten of you beat me, which one can win?"

"Of course it is..." Song Junchen glared at Xue Ce dissatisfiedly when he heard that Xue Ce had hit his shortcoming in martial arts, but then he understood, "So Master Yu's martial arts are as good as yours, and he can defeat a hundred with one? "

Xue Ce didn't say a word, which was regarded as acquiescing, but then corrected him: "It's worse than me."

"Yes, yes, Master Xue's martial arts are world-class, invincible in the world." Song Junchen said flatteringly.

"You're playing tricks on me."

"Where is it, what I say is the truth."

"Do not believe."

"Then I'll take out my heart and show you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Ce stopped suddenly and looked straight at Song Junchen.

"What's wrong?" The two were walking on the road well, but Song Junchen was taken aback by the other party's reaction.

Xue Ce was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Do you still remember when you and I first met?"

"Of course, I will never forget it." Song Junchen said with a smile.The experience of being chased and killed is rare in life.

"At that time," Xue Ce moved his eyes from Song Junchen's face to his chest, slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the opponent's heart, feeling the bursts of beating from his palm, and said softly, "hold the sword, just It's here with you."

It turned out that the word "heart" in the sentence just now brought back this memory for him.

His eyes were full of self-blame, and his voice was full of regret and loneliness, Song Junchen was stunned.

Think about it from Xue Ce's point of view, everyone is dead, but his leader survives alone, what kind of guilt and anxiety should he bear?Being slaughtered all over the family, and being notorious and dirty, what kind of grief and resentment should he be carrying?He looked arrogant and conceited in front of others, but who knows how much blood, sweat and tears he shed behind others.

Thinking of this, Song Junchen felt extremely distressed, and didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he stretched out his hand to hold the hand that was pressing on his heart, tiptoed a little, and gently kissed the tightly pursed thin lips.

Think that's enough.