[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

After Lingyin Temple was attacked that day, Su Jixian went back to the other courtyard with his front foot, and Liu Mubai ran over with his back foot.

"Xiao Xian! Xiao Xian!"

Su Jixian, who read information as gossip in the study, listened to the soul-like voice, raised his brows slightly, looked at the young man who was rushing to the door of the study, and waved to him, "I'm back, come in. "

Liu Mubai leaned on the door frame and let out a breath, then dragged a chair to sit beside him, and whispered mysteriously: "Little Xian, guess who I met in Yangzhou City?"

"Who?" Su Jixian glanced at him, and continued to read information on the soft chair, "An Lushan?"

Liu Mubai was taken aback, "How do you know? Someone told you?"

"Guess." Su Jixian folded the special letter paper in his hand and handed it to Lu Lingfeng next to him, "Fanyang Langya Fort has been acting too rampant these days, which has attracted the attention of many people in the court. A few days ago, Hexi Jiedu Envoy and Yang Guozhong They all handed down bullets to impeach An Lushan one after another, and they talked too much, His Majesty naturally became suspicious, although there was no evidence, it was expected that An Lushan would be called to Beijing."

Touching the snow-white fur of the little chubby fox in his arms, he clicked his tongue lightly and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I just don't know if calling An Lushan into the court this time is just to dispel doubts, or to take this opportunity to put him under house arrest. Yu Jing..."

In fact, it doesn't take much thinking to know that An Lushan will never be under house arrest. With Yang Guifei as his godmother, he is extremely safe in the court.

Liu Mubai sighed, poked him, and then stroked his palm across his neck, "Would you like... um?"

Su Jixian was thoughtful, "Is this... Gentiana Qin!"

A man in a navy blue riding suit walked in quickly from outside the door: "Yes."

"Immediately make arrangements. Send people to pretend to be Jiangyang robbers tonight, rob the inn where Anlushan is staying, and try to attack Anlushan as much as possible. No matter what the result is, we must retreat to the northeast when the ugly time comes."

"Yes!" The man replied, quickly went out, and disappeared into the greenery in the blink of an eye.

"Cangshu."

"Subordinates are here."

"Use today's fake monk and send someone to reveal that the national teacher and Young Master Yinyuan will go west tomorrow."

"Yes!"

He closed his eyes and sorted out all the things in his mind over and over again, and asked a few people to do some strange things that were not related to each other. After the arrangement, he turned his head and smiled at Liu Mubai: "Xiaobai, what will you do tonight?" Master Yunjing, take Yue'er and the people in your hands to take a detour back to Beijing by water."

Liu Mubai got up to inspect the head: "Yes."

"I want to go back to Daoxiang Village."

Liu Mubai was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled, a little numbly, "Sacrifice a few altars of wine for me."

"A good apricot blossom wine, I know it."

He nodded, turned around and walked out of the study. Su Ji sat quietly for a while, and then called a few people to arrange a few things, and then leaned back tiredly, closing his eyes.

Lu Lingfeng rubbed his temples lightly, and asked softly, "When is your son leaving? Lingfeng is going to make some arrangements."

"Leave in half an hour, you should be able to arrive at dusk, and spend the night in a nearby village."

Lu Lingfeng responded, and went out of the study to pack her luggage—Su Jixian was once poisoned and murdered by someone putting poison on her personal items. Since then, he has personally taken care of Su Jixian's basic necessities of life, never letting others do it.

Su Jixian was the only one left in the study. He closed his eyes as if he was in a deep sleep. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and buried half of his face on the back of the white fox.

"Yuanxiao...I want to go home."

After half an hour, the carriages and horses were ready, and Su Jixian and Lu Lingfeng left Yangzhou lightly and headed southwest.

Yinyuanhui has a lot of money and a lot of capable people, Su Jixian has always used top-quality equipment, including chariots and horses.

The speed of the group was faster than he expected, and they arrived at Luodao at the end of the hour, not far from Daoxiang Village.

Su Jixian sat in the car, hung up the small curtains, and looked out.

When Daoxiang Village was massacred, he and Chen Yue had fled here. Those rogue rebels and red-clothed cults who had endangered their lives had long since been wiped out and ceased to exist.

In today's Luodao, apart from Jiangjin Village in the south, there are still a few families, which is endlessly desolate.

The carriage turned a corner, and the sun shone in through the small window.Su Jixian didn't like to be exposed to the sun, so he lowered the curtain again.

After walking for a while, the road became bumpy, and the car wobbled for an unknown amount of time before it stopped.

"Master, we're here." The hidden guard acting as the coachman jumped out of the car and opened the door curtain with his hand.

Lu Lingfeng jumped out of the car, holding Su Jixian's hand to protect him from the car.

At this time, Shen Shi was about to pass, the sun was hanging obliquely in the west, and the slanting sunlight was no longer scorching hot, but dyed the western half of the sky orange-red, and the ruins in front of him were also dripping with blood.

It's like the last smear of blood that refuses to fade away after the thick blood in the sky is washed away by wind and rain.

The former farmland is now covered with weeds, swaying in midsummer.The ruins at the end of the grass are vaguely what they looked like after they were burned that year. Obviously, after the village was destroyed, no one came here to deal with the ruins.

The souls of hundreds of people in Daoxiang Village are buried here.

Su Jixian walked to the ruins of the village, and the guards were waiting in the distance, leaving only Lu Lingfeng by his side.

He squatted down, lit the paper money in the basin, then opened the wine jar to seal the clay, and slowly poured the apricot blossom wine on the dark broken wall in front of him. It's like someone sobbing in a low voice, if there is nothing, being drowned by the wind, making people feel blocked.

"I'm here to see everyone... because of the rush of the schedule, there is no way to formally worship, sorry."

"Xiao Yu and Mao Mao have grown up and are doing well. I don't know if they have come back to see you."

"Yue'er and I are fine, and so is Xiaobai... Village Chief, don't worry, he asked me to bring this apricot blossom wine."

As night approached, the wind gradually picked up, blowing up the ashes of the burned paper money.Su Jixian raised his hand and pressed it, and the powerful internal force pushed the paper money into the basin so that it could not be blown up, and it burned quietly.

In the west wind of the setting sun, he spoke in a low voice intermittently, his face was peaceful, and his eyes were vaguely desolate.

The paper money has been burned, the sparks are gradually extinguished, and the sunset has completely sunk.Su Jixian stopped talking, stretched out his hand to lightly touch the burn marks on the broken wall, and lightly pressed his fingertips on the stone wall that was cooler than his fingers.

"... I should go. I will come back to see you when I have a chance. You... have a good rest. Goodbye."

He poured the last jar of wine on the stone wall, put down the jar, turned and walked to the carriage.

A group of people left the ruins of the peaceful and happy village in the past, and the ruins became silent again, with lush vegetation, barren and desolate.

From Daoxiang Village, there is a village called Jiangjin Village across a stream.This village was once poisoned by Tianyi Sect, but now it is slowly recovering and gradually gaining popularity.

Su Jixian originally wanted to spend the night here with the villagers, but to his surprise, Yinyuanhui also had people here, so he moved into the house arranged by his subordinates.

The house looked unremarkable from the outside, and compared to the surrounding farmhouses, it was just a bit bigger and a bit out of the way, but the inside was extremely comfortable.

Lu Lingfeng bought ingredients and was cooking dinner in the small kitchen. Su Jixian stood at the door, hugging the white fox and watching him busy.

Yangzhou City.

At midnight, an inn was sneaked into and robbed by bandits. The patrolling guards came a bit late, and almost all the wine tanks in the inn were smashed. No one was killed, but quite a few were injured.

After a lot of tossing, the guests staying in the inn returned to their rooms to rest. The noisy inn was quiet, but the residents of a Tianzi room could not sleep peacefully.

That person is naturally An Lushan.

Although the robbery did not cause him any injuries, most of the people injured at the hands of the robbers were his people. He didn't notice it when he was in a hurry. Thinking about it now, it gave him a chill down his spine, and he felt uncomfortable. Great feeling.

Then a guard came over and said in a low voice, "The group of bandits retreated to the northeast without catching anyone."

"Didn't catch it?" An Lushan frowned, clenched his hand on the table into a fist, "How could it not be caught? If it was an ordinary bandit, how could it not be caught?..."

Maybe... this isn't a bandit at all, but it's aimed at him?

The fist was slightly loosened, and the outstretched index finger tapped on the table, making a crisp clicking sound.He thought for a while, then suddenly got up, and ordered in a low voice: "Pack up your things, leave Yangzhou immediately, and turn west to take the road."

"Yes!"

After hastily tidying up, An Lushan and his party left Yangzhou City in the dark.Although the gates of the city were closed at this time, as the Jiedushi of the Three Towns, he could completely ignore the ban under special circumstances.

Walking westward after leaving the city gate, when the sky was getting dark and walking out of the hill, a low-pitched shout suddenly came from the carriage.

"Stop."

The convoy stopped sneaking immediately, and one person stepped forward and asked outside the carriage: "What orders does the master have?"

"All staff are under martial law, and there is an ambush."

Almost at the moment when he gave the order, a large number of black figures jumped out of the darkness and came straight to the carriage!

"There is an ambush!!"

"Protect the master!!!"

The guards surrounded the carriage layer by layer, with the broad-bladed knife out of its sheath and pressed straight towards the shadow, blocking their attack with their bodies.

The guard's reaction was too quick, and the assassin who rose up in the grass had no choice but to withdraw the weapon in his hand, took the big knife cut down in the middle, and fought with the guard.

At this time, the sun had not yet risen, and the sky in the east was pale, but Ziweigang Mountain Forest was still dark.Under the cover of the night, although there were not as many assassins in black as there were guards in the Anlu Mountain belt, they were able to take advantage of the sky and stabilize their combat power against the guards.

However, the ferocity of the guards also caught the assassins by surprise. Even though they clearly had the upper hand, they still couldn't touch the carriage.

The carriage was protected in the center of the battle circle, and the assassins outside the battle circle were almost stopped.

In the car, the cold light of the night pearl was faint, and An Lushan sat on the cushion as motionless as a mountain, as if he didn't care about the dangers ahead.

bang——

The carriage was hit hard by someone, and the sharp point of the knife pierced into the wall of the car, only penetrating two inches through the wall before it could get in. Afterwards, a strong smell of hot blood floated into the car from the side window .

Time passed bit by bit, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and morning mist, passed through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, and fell on the side window of the carriage, while the curtains fluttered, a spot of light appeared and disappeared on the cushion.

The killing sound also began to weaken, and finally there was no more sound, and a hoarse sound came from outside the carriage.

"All 38 assassins have been wiped out, 17 of us were killed and 31 were injured."

"Yeah." An Lushan looked unhappy, and his eyebrows twitched, "Clean it up and get on the road immediately. Yan Zhuang comes in."

After a while, a man in his 40s and [-]s with a beard lifted the curtain of the carriage, walked in and knelt in front of him, his face was a little pale, but there was not much blood on the brown robe, and he seemed to be just a little frightened, " master."

"Let's guess who sent the assassin."

"Yes." Yan Zhuang took a deep breath, closed his eyes to calm down his mind, and then carefully recalled the fight just now, "The assassins of those assassins were very professional, they cooperated quite tacitly, and they were able to produce such a large amount of money Quite a number of assassin elites have their own strengths and cooperate with each other tacitly, never surpassing the five forces. As far as my subordinates know, Yinyuanhui, Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan, Mingjiao in the Western Regions, and the special army of the imperial court can do it, even if it is a wolf. Yabao is also short of a line."

After taking a breath, he sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "Tangmen and Mingjiao are Jianghu assassin organizations. Generally, the number of people dispatched will not exceed five, so they will not be them. And the master's grace is not fading. No one will be sent to intercept and kill, so only Yinyuanhui will be left."

"As we all know, the young master Yinyuanhui has a very close relationship with the master Yunjing. If the national teacher wants to assassinate you, the young master Yinyuan will not stand idly by. This assassination is likely to be done by the Yinyuanhui, and the mastermind , it is Yunjing Guoshi."

"Oh?" An Lushan was thoughtful.

"However, there is another possibility, which is to frame." Yan Zhuang said, "According to the news from spies from all over the country, the national teacher arrived in Yangzhou a few days ago and surveyed the sky. You were seriously injured in an attack, and it is common sense to infer that you had no intention of sending someone to intercept and kill you. However, at this time, the master and the national teacher are both in Yangzhou. Once you leave the teacher, the national teacher will be the first to be suspected and angered. With the city government, he will not do anything here. Therefore, this interception is more likely to be a certain big shot, trying to kill two birds with one stone and eradicate you and the national teacher together."

Who this so-called "some important person" refers to, he did not specify, it depends on what An Lushan himself thinks.

An Lushan pondered for a long time, his sturdy body was motionless in the bumping of the carriage, and he waved his hand to let Yan Zhuang go down after a long time.

Yan Zhuang bowed and kowtowed, took his leave in a low voice, climbed unsteadily out of the carriage and sat with the driver.

It was already bright outside, but the interior of the carriage with the Ye Mingzhu removed was still dark, and the faces of the people inside could not be seen clearly, only the pair of deep-set eyes were particularly conspicuous.

Like a poisoned dagger, cold, vicious, with a hint of chill.

"Two birds with one stone... What a good strategy."

"Don't treat me, An Lushan, like a monkey, Yang Guozhong."

"Heh, wait for me."

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