Watch the sea

The inn on Lishan Mountain in Huaize City has changed from yesterday's turmoil, and it has become orderly. A group of little radish heads who came out to experience martial arts should practice martial arts and write. None of them dared to chatter like yesterday. Play around.

There are Ye Jianwei and Mu Xiyun here, not to mention them, even Xinghui and Xiao Gaomin did not dare to go to the house to Jiewa again, they sat quietly together, waiting attentively.

When Mu Xiyun and Ye Jianwei came out of the innermost wing of the inn, what they saw was this rare scene of peace and tranquility.

Seeing the figures of the two of them, Xinghui quickly stood up, but he didn't dare to go forward. He just stood there and called out hesitantly: "Aniang..."

Xinghui was afraid that she would get angry, so he didn't dare to sit with Su Lang. The five of them insisted on sitting apart from each other with Chu Heng as the middle line, and the four couldn't help but flirt with each other from time to time, forcing Chu Heng to be in the middle Annoyed enough, judging by the look, he almost didn't even need to eat lunch.

On Mu Xiyun's face, there was still a bit of sadness of missing old friends. When he came along the corridor, he could see their situation through the flower window. The sadness disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

She didn't show it on her face, she still had a faint expression, glanced at Su Lang from the corner of her eye, and asked Xinghui: "Don't you guys have something to do, what are you waiting for here?"

Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him, Xinghui knew that his mother must not be so angry anymore, so he took a tentative step forward and touched her sleeve: "Mother, I miss you."

Mu Xiyun didn't like him, lifted the corners of his lips slightly, and gave him a sideways glance: "The young master has been in the imperial capital for more than a year, and he never mentioned the idea of ​​going back to Lishan in his letter, so tell me now?"

Without waiting for Xinghui to explain, she glanced sideways at Su Lang, and said: "There are some things that you just need to think about clearly, mother has no objections, I just hope you are well."

Xinghui's eyes were a little hot, Su Lang walked over and held his hand, and solemnly said to Mu Xiyun: "I will do my best to treat Xinghui well."

The mother doesn't want to beat the mandarin ducks, and she thinks all about her own children, but in fact, all she wants is this sentence.Mu Xiyun finally showed a sincere smile on his face, and waved at them casually: "Okay, what should I do?"

She turned sideways to look at Ye Shuli who was also standing there, and said: "You should go back to Lishan Mountain in a few days and talk to your master, so that he won't miss you all the time."

Ye Shuli nodded immediately.

Although the Lishan disciples and other folk warriors who were kidnapped by Fang Hongzhen and the Dingkang Zhou family were rescued, the matter is obviously far from over.

Lian Songcheng was busy going back and forth between Huai Ze Shuidaokou and Fang's manor for a whole day yesterday, and he still didn't take a break today. Although the sunken ship at the waterway mouth could not be salvaged, the gunpowder buried under Fang's manor was taken by the East China Sea. The navy dug three feet and searched thoroughly.

Thousands of catties are said to be less, even if this garden is called a gunpowder storehouse, it is not an exaggeration to say that even Songcheng, who has worked hard from the light of swords and flames, can't help but feel chills all over his body. I shivered.

From the outside, the Fang family's manor looks like a private house of a powerful family. Although few people dare to walk in front of the door on weekdays, the location of this garden is very coincidental. It is in the middle of Huaize South Street, surrounded by ordinary people If something goes wrong with the houses and the shops lined up with the buried gunpowder, not to mention just a garden, half of Huai Ze City will be shaken three times.

When Su Lang and Ye Xinghui came over, they saw such a scene. They looked at each other, their faces suddenly darkened.Su Lang's whole body seemed to be swept by the frosty wind in the twelfth lunar month, and his body and mind were completely chilled. He couldn't help being afraid for a while. Heng didn't take Fang Xiuran as a hostage, if he led his own troops to come one step later...

"Judging Yuan Zeliang." Su Lang didn't dare to think any further, and immediately made up his mind in a deep voice.He has already sent Tianzi Yingwei to Yichong to examine the Cangwu City caravan that smuggled Western arms in Yunchang Road. Ze Zongbing naturally couldn't get away with it.

The origin of these large quantities of gunpowder and weapons is unknown at present, if most of them come from Dayin, it’s okay, they are nothing more than officials on a thief ship with King Jing privately dispatched and cast them, and after the trial of Yuan Zeliang and the caravan in Cangwu City, how come? You can also know a few, just follow the clues and check down.

But if people from the West accounted for the majority, things would be more complicated and serious.

How did so many gunpowder weapons cross the border gate of Changzhou and even the Southeast Protectorate, and enter the inland of Dayin without anyone noticing? Even Song Cheng, the governor of Changzhou, had never heard of it before. However, among the officials in power in Changzhou, there must be at least someone with an absolutely high status to achieve this level.

Not only that, but what is even more worrying is the coastal defense along the East China Sea in Changzhou.Dayin of the Western Dynasty transported so many arms, if he did not hide any evil intentions, but only helped King Jing to rebel, and waited for King Jing to give them greater trade benefits, then unless the sun came out from the west.

Among the several military regions in Dayin, the Shuozhou Iron Cavalry is the strongest, and the East China Sea Navy is the weakest. The coastal defense along the East China Sea has been in decline since the time of Emperor Lie, and it is almost vulnerable to a single blow by Emperor Cheng. Relying on Dayin's national power and the land garrisons in Zhongning and Ningzhou, Dongying people and Western talents dare not offend at will.But it is a fact that the East China Sea navy is not good. It was not until Lian Songcheng was transferred to the governor of Changzhou that the East China Sea coastal defense gradually improved, and the East China Sea Navy really looked like a military.

At present, the heart of respecting the king and disobedience is clear, and there must be no more troubles in the East China Sea. They tried Yuan Zeliang for two or three days, but he killed him and only said that he did not know the origin of the gunpowder. The fireworks business that went up was illegal, so he was asked to help mediate it. He bit out the names of some officials in Changzhou, but they were all small officials who were not worthy of the name. The real big fish still couldn't be caught so quickly. .

It's not that they haven't thought about using the method used to interrogate the dead man in Qiuyongxinghui, Ulsan that day, but Chu Heng returned to the imperial capital and came over to take a look at Yuan Zeliang, saying that the soul-locking and mind-controlling technique cannot be used on this person, Fang Hongzhen and the others He's not a vegetarian either, and he obviously knew that if something happened to Yuan Zeliang, he might subconsciously say something that shouldn't be said under the mind control technique, so he first planted the ultimate Gu on him. No, otherwise Yuan Zeliang would die on the spot, and they had no choice but to try hard.

On the evening of the third day, Xinghui and Su Lang put down their work and went to Huaize Wharf to see off Ye Shuli and the Lishan disciples who came out to practice this time. Xiao Gaomin followed him to Lishan to visit .

Ye Jianwei and Mu Xiyun were not in a hurry to return to Lishan, Xinghui asked a few words, Mu Xiyun only smiled slightly and said that since Fang Xiuran was here, maybe she could wait for an old friend.

She didn't want to mention more, so Xinghui didn't ask any more.The evening wind of Huaize City brought the water vapor from the sea and it was cool and pleasant. In late spring and early summer, the sky was getting dark too late. As soon as Xing Hui and Su Lang stepped into the inn, Ye Jiu quickly walked in. Chao Xinghui shook his head, and said in a low voice: "No trace was found. It seems that the Lord Qianyong has left Huaize City after bringing you to the Fang family's manor, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Xinghui's expression became slightly dignified. While Yuan Zeliang was being interrogated, he began to ask people to check Yan Zhefei's whereabouts. Fang Hongzhen retreated to Cangwu City, but Yan Zhefei was still missing.Xing Hui had an indescribable premonition that Yan Zhefei's whereabouts would be the last fire that completely ignited King Jing's rebellious heart.

Yan Zhefei, who Xinghui failed to find, was standing in front of the meditation room in the Nanshan Inner Temple at the moment, and one step away from her was Princess Qinghe, whose eyes were downcast and her expression could not be seen clearly.

She was negligent.

Thirty years of deep hatred made her kill the Empress Dowager Zhong, all her mind was filled with the joy of revenge, and she didn't realize that Qinghe was outside the door for a while.

The moment she pushed the door open, her mind went blank, her ears were buzzing, Qing He's sudden appearance gave her a blow in the head, and she dared not face her daughter for some reason.

The evening wind from Nanshan brings the unique fragrance of vegetation in the mountains and the fresh air of Buddhist temples, passing by the corridors and halls at a leisurely pace. Xuan'er floated down slowly, and just happened to land between Yan Zhefei and Qinghe Princess.

Silence continued between the two.

After a long time, Yan Zhefei heard Qinghe's hoarse voice and asked her in a low voice: "Do you regret it?"

Yan Zhefei was stunned, and did not realize the meaning of Qinghe's words for a long time. Before she opened her mouth, Qinghe raised her head and looked at herself with red eyes. The discarded chick hissed and wailed: "I see."

Yan Zhefei's heartstrings tensed suddenly, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her daughter, but Qinghe suddenly took a step back, Yan Zhefei's hand froze in mid-air, she was clearly so close to Qinghe, There were only two steps away, but at this moment she really felt that the distance between herself and her daughter was a thousand rivers and mountains that could never be overcome.

The world is within reach.

Qinghe originally thought that her life began to go wrong step by step after the death of her mother and concubine at the age of 12. She lost the support of life in the deep palace and was struggling every step of the way.Later, when the new emperor ascended the throne and the queen mother took power, she married the wrong person under the queen mother's deliberate revenge, and spent seven years of painful and cold time in Lianyan City. Almost everyone thought that those dark and miserable years had completely left her... But today she really understood that the worst mistake was not the queen mother who treated her badly, nor the son-in-law who betrayed her, nor even her life. She herself was the biggest mistake.

Perhaps from the beginning, her mother and concubine never thought of having her as a daughter, otherwise why would she leave her when she was only 12 years old?The imperial palace is a place where people can eat people without spitting out their bones. Children without mothers can sometimes bully even court ladies and eunuchs. Even Ling Ye, who was the prince at that time, lived cautiously and forbearingly after the death of Empress Chengde. What about her, a princess who doesn't even have a mother clan?Not to mention that her mother and concubine were at odds with her successor at the time, Mrs. Zhong.But who should she hate now?Just ask, who would really be willing to give birth to a child for the enemy who exterminated the genocide?Her very existence is a testament to mistakes and regrets.

She didn't know why her father would hold her hand and say sorry over and over again when he was dying unconscious.She was young at that time, thinking that her father felt sorry for her mother and concubine for not giving her enough care in the year after her death, so he apologized to her. It was not until today that she realized that those sorry were meant for her mother and concubine.

She looks very similar to the mother and concubine. When he wants to face her, the emperor can always see the shadow of the imperial concubine Huiyuan. The imperial concubine resents him and hates him. Entering the palace to marry him is to kill him.

That's right, why would Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm, want her daughter who is mixed with the flesh and blood of the enemy?Perhaps her existence was only due to the imperial concubine's wrong thoughts for a while, or it was always a tool used to get close to and cling to favor, so that the poison accumulated over time was enough to kill her father.

Her mother and concubine didn't want her, regretted having her as a daughter, and her father and emperor didn't want to see her.She recalled the days after her mother and concubine passed away, and finally understood why her father and emperor had changed overnight. Before the age of 12, she was the daughter of Concubine Yan, who loved the sixth palace. She and Concubine Yan looked alike, and her father loved her more than other princes and daughters. After the age of 12, the father and the emperor must have known the truth about her entering the palace before the death of the mother and concubine, and also knew that the concubine was unwilling to forgive him until she died, so she didn't even want to see her, or even dared to see herself as similar to Concubine Yan daughter.

They each have their own suffering, each have their own hatred, only her, nothing, from the beginning is wrong and redundant, in fact, there should not be her in this world.

Qinghe's eyes were dry, but she couldn't shed tears for some reason.A few days ago, she received a letter from the emperor's guard, and she came from the imperial capital overnight just to meet the "Gui Haiyanlan" mentioned in the letter.When she came, she didn't believe it. The resurrection of the dead was extremely absurd, but she still couldn't help but came to Nanshan day and night.

Whether it's the real Yan Lan, or just a similar look, or someone's trap, she still wants to come regardless. From the age of 12 to 24, she just wanted to see her mother.

"Qinghe..." Yan Zhefei took a small step forward, not daring to get too close to her or touch her tentatively, and only called her name softly.

The princess still lowered her head, tears finally spilled from her eyes and fell on the ground in big drops: "I heard everything, I know you hate him, I can even understand why you hate him, but how do you want me to choose?"

Yan Zhefei looked at the trembling daughter in front of her, feeling a dull pain in her heart, but she didn't know what to say.

Qinghe raised her head, tears blurred her vision, she opened her eyes desperately but still couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of her: "You hate him, blame him, and even kill him, but he is my father, you are my father." Concubine Mu, how do you want me to choose?"

"My concubine didn't want you to choose, and I didn't want you to know, my concubine just..." Yan Zhefei hurriedly took a step forward, but the princess stepped back suddenly and interrupted her: "But I already know..."

"I am Dayin's princess first, and then I am the daughter of Concubine Yan Gui. This is what you taught me before." Princess Qinghe looked at Yan Zhefei with tears streaming down her face: "Grand Yu, you are helping King Jing to rebel. No matter what the reason is, the people killed or injured in the flames of war will be Dayin's people. Yu private..."

Qinghe looked away, and his voice was choked out of tune: "I understand you, but I can't face you, and I can't forgive you. To you, he was an enemy you wanted to kill every moment for 14 years, but to him For me, it's just my father, my mother killed my father, how do you want me to choose..."

"Qinghe..."

The princess looked at her steadily from a few steps away, as if she wanted to engrave her image firmly in her heart, Qinghe's lips moved, trying to call her "Mother Concubine", but in the end she just opened her mouth and didn't say anything. After making a slight sound, he took a deep look at her for the last time, then turned around and ran out of the monastery.

The panic in her heart instantly obliterated Yan Zhefei. She was about to raise her foot to chase after her, when she heard the voice of her daughter, who was facing her back, almost collapsed: "Don't come here..."

Yan Zhefei stopped in her footsteps, and stood there at a loss as she watched Qinghe run out of the monastery.

The moment the thin figure disappeared outside the door, Yan Zhefei suddenly realized that she had completely lost her daughter. When she "died" in the palace 12 years ago, Concubine Yan Gui did not feel that she had lost her blood. My child, after 12 years, they meet again unexpectedly. The Lord Qianyong never imagined that reunion is the real farewell.

Holding on to the pillar, she left deep marks on the pillar with her fingers, and tried her best not to catch up.

After a long time, Yan Zhefei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The sadness and heartache on her face were all suppressed the moment she opened her eyes. She turned around and shot suddenly, pinching Ming Yu's neck and killing him. He hit the wall with a harsh voice: "Is it you?"

Qinghe would never come to Nanshan for no reason, not to mention Empress Dowager Zhong worshiping Buddha here. Qinghe and the Queen Mother have a stiff relationship, so she would never come here, unless someone deliberately lured her to come here, and the guarding dowager came to Nanshan's imperial guards. , only Ming Yu may know that she is the imperial concubine Hui Yuan.

Ming Yu gave a low laugh, as if he didn't care that his life was in someone's hands, he looked at Yan Zhefei mockingly, and hissed: "You treat me as a victim, why should I let you do what you want?"

The queen mother was surrounded by people from the Emperor's Guards Battalion and Imperial City Guards. If something happened to them, they would have to punish them and even pay for their lives.When Yan Zhefei decided to kill the Empress Dowager, of course she would not consider innocent people like them, and Ming Yu, who was the emperor's bodyguard, was naturally one of them.

Yan Zhefei smiled instead of anger, and tilted her head, with a look of interest in her eyes: "When did you know that I belong to Elder Sister Gui Hai Mingyuan?"

"I knew you were not him since you asked me to monitor the imperial capital."

Yan Zhefei loosened her hands and said, "Then you still want to call me 'Sir'? Just like your name is Gui Haimingyuan?"

Ming Yu's eyes were full of undisguised nostalgia, and through Yan Zhefei's face, he seemed to see the person he had been thinking about day and night again: "You look very similar to him, especially when you wear men's clothes. Besides, you Don't you always use his name to see me? I can't see the real thing, and the fake one can make do."

"Make do with it?" Yan Zhefei recalled these two words, and raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it good to keep making do with it?"

The nostalgia in Ming Yu's eyes disappeared in an instant. He looked at Yan Zhefei who was dressed in a begonia-colored palace dress, and sneered: "I think so too, but you will be the imperial concubine Huiyuan in this dress, It's Gui Haiyanlan, so she doesn't look like him anymore."

Yan Zhefei let go of her hand as if she had suddenly realized it. Seeing Ming Yu coughing in embarrassment while holding his neck, she chuckled lightly, and suddenly waved her hand and knocked Ming Yu down hard to the ground. The lower body patted Ming Yu's face kindly, and said with a smile: "I won't kill you, did I not tell you that it's true that Gui Hai Mingyuan died under Chu Heng's sword, but it's actually related to me. , but what's the use of knowing it? You can't kill Lord Lishandong, and you can't kill Lord Qianyong either. I can avenge the people I care about, but you can only hate impotently forever."

She stood up straight, glanced indifferently at Ming Yu whose mouth was bloodshot, pulled the corners of her lips, and walked towards the outside of the monastery.

Ming Yu barely suppressed the turbulent qi in his body, propped himself up against the wall and stood up, glanced at the other guards on duty who were still motionless with their acupoints sealed by Yan Zhefei, and pulled out the long sword at his waist expressionlessly.

……

Tongues of fire spread along the curtains in the meditation room, gradually engulfing the entire long corridor in the flames. Ming Yu stood outside the Buddhist courtyard, rubbed his neck, which still had red marks from fingerprints, and walked towards the outside of the temple in the twilight. go.

The teahouse at the foot of Nanshan was full of worshipers waiting to go up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha. Ming Yu walked through the crowds and walked straight to the most inconspicuous wing room in the corner of the second floor, knocking lightly on the door——

"Tell King Jing that Qing and Princess Chang have something in their hands, maybe he can use it."

I can't kill you, but I won't make you wish either, Ming Yu thought to himself as he looked at Jiang Jincheng's hidden guards who disappeared into the night.

He doesn't care who is on the throne, the person he cares about has long been buried in the ground, and there is nothing in this world for him to care about.

Not only did he want to make Yan Zhefei unhappy, but also Ye Xinghui and Chu Heng.

He didn't want Chu Heng's life in the Lushui Cemetery, but it didn't mean he was willing to make it easy for him.

The author says:

【1.】Ming Yu didn't want Chu Heng's life, referring to Chapter 50, it was the time Chu Heng's life was hanging by a thread in Lushui's junior uncle's cemetery, Ming Yu didn't take action against him.

[2.] I'm trying to write a small Mid-Autumn Festival episode, although I don't know if I can write it, but if there are any cute people who have seen this place, I still want to ask, because I want to read about Su Lang and Xinghui, It’s still for His Majesty and Senior Brother~ If you can’t write it down, continue with the text woo woo woo