Thinking

The sky is dimly bright, the rooster is singing, the chaimen dog is barking, and the whole Baigu County wakes up from its deep sleep.

The Zhao family's house is big, and the servants got up early to sweep the yard, coming in and out.Zhao Wu, who was in charge of the kitchen in the mansion, got up early, opened the side door of the backyard as usual, and prepared to leave the mansion.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something hit the door.

Zhao Wu sucked his stomach and squeezed out from the half-open door, only to find a muddy boy lying on the ground at the door, only his chest slightly

The weak undulations showed that he was still alive.

"Hey, when did such a little flower come to Baigu County?"

Zhao Wu squatted down to explore Qisi's breath, and found that the breath was a little weak. After thinking for a while, he finally carefully supported Qisi and carried him into the yard, and found an old mat and coarse cloth sheet from his room. , spread it in the firewood room, put Jisi on it, and turned to find the doctor in the medical center on East Street.

Qisi was lying in the woodshed, eyes closed, unconscious.

Zhao Wu locked the door for a long time and woke up the doctor. The doctor yawned and followed him to Zhao's house with a tired face.

"Hey, this is tortured by someone's teeth, right?" The doctor examined the overdue thoughts carefully, and his sleepiness was gone, and he sighed.

"Look, the shoulder muscles and bones are dislocated, and the wrist is dislocated. Look at this, tsk tsk, there are many minor injuries on the body, but there are no broken bones... The energy channels are not right, there is no way, let's cultivate the muscles and bones first , I'll see when the blood on my body has dissipated..."

Everyone in the room trembled when they heard this. Baigu County has always been peaceful, and they have never seen such injuries.

Zhao Wu thanked the doctor, and waved to the young servants and maids around the room: "Don't look, don't look, you go and boil some hot water, I will wash him and change his clothes, Mrs. Wang woke up Bring it over and show it."

A few servants were lazy and didn't like to meddle in this business, so they ran away in a hurry.The mother-in-law and servant girls felt sorry for the child and stayed to take care of him.

At dawn, the Mrs. and Mrs. Zhao had breakfast in the living room, and a woman hurried over and said, "Master, Mrs., Zhao Wu picked up a boy at the gate of the backyard. He was wounded and covered in mud. I don't know how he got here. "

The Zhao family is a wealthy businessman in Baigu County, who also owns land for rent. It has been a big family for several generations. The owner of the family is kind and has some prestige in the local area.

The master and wife of the Zhao family are over fifty years old, kind-hearted and kind-hearted. There is only one son in the family who is busy with business in other places. The number of heirs is small, and they have always loved children.After listening to the servant's report, I went to see Qisi.

In the backyard, Zhao Wu and his mother-in-law and maid had already wiped and changed Qi Si's body, and carried him to the vacant wing room. Qi Si fell into a deep sleep, and there was no sign of waking up.

The Zhao family couple entered the room and went to the bed to have a look, they couldn't help sighing, feeling very distressed.

Qi Si was only twelve or thirteen years old, his face was fair and clear, but his brows were still furrowed in sleep, his body twitched from time to time, his face was as pale as paper, obviously suffering.

Medicine was applied to his shoulders and wrists, and cloth was wrapped. Qi Siyin had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body was compact, but he was still thin. At this moment, he was only wearing single clothes, and lying there alone, he looked very thin.

A maid beside Mrs. Zhao came over, holding a dirty and torn dress in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, the coat this child is wearing when he comes."

Mrs. Zhao took a closer look. Although the clothes were stained with mud and water and had many scratches, they were obviously made of good materials.

Master Zhao came over to have a look, and said, "I'm afraid this kid is not some beggar, maybe he was kidnapped and ran away halfway."

Mrs. Zhao thought for a moment, and asked the maid to wash the clothes and put them away.

The prince of Jin disappeared, leaving no one alive in the team, and no results could be found, so for many days, the court of Yan was shrouded in dark clouds, and the emperor was obviously unhappy.

At that time, Li Cen, the right prime minister who proposed to send a proton from the state of Jin, was poked and poked secretly by the officials for a while.

In the imperial study, Emperor Su Chen Jun stood by the window, looking at the garden outside the window, with his back to a room of courtiers, silent.

After a while, the eunuch reported: "The messenger asks to see—"

Emperor Su raised his head, the eunuch understood and called the messenger into the imperial study.

The courier was full of travel and dust, and as soon as he entered the house, he knelt down, bowed his head and presented the letter with both hands.

The emperor didn't turn his head back, and a civil official beside the messenger took the letter, opened it and circulated it to the courtiers in the house, and then said with a serious expression: "Your Majesty, the news from the Jin Kingdom, the characteristics of the corpse, do not match the little prince. .”

This civil official is Li Cen, the right prime minister of Yan State.

The emperor, who had been looking out the window, turned around and walked to the desk and sat down without haste.

Li Cen continued: "So the little prince of Jin may still be alive."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Emperor Su's figure is straight and strong, with a literati's clear skeleton, clear face, deep eyes, and the imposing manner on his body faintly suppresses everyone.

"Xiao Zhi", Emperor Su called out.

A young man in military uniform took a step forward. It was Xiao Zhi, the leader of the generation of Yan Kingdom's Xiao Clan's Shadow Guards.He raised his hand and saluted, "The minister is here!"

"Go and find him," Sudi Chen Jun ordered.

There was no expression on the face of the Yan Emperor, his eyes were like sinking water, and the short words were clear and powerful.

It is also this day.

In Bianzhou's Jinge Ridge, which stretches like Fulong, on the mountainside of an unnamed peak, an unexpected visitor came to a secret village.

The wooden houses in the stockade are scattered, the location is concealed and ingenious, surrounded by trees, you can go to a mountain road not far from the mountainside, but usually few people can find this place.

Although it looks like a paradise, the inside is the camp of Bianzhou gangsters. The gangsters who came out halfway to rob the Jin embassy that day belonged to this village.

It is evening now, the air in the mountains is cool, the sun is about to set on the opposite mountain peak, the light is warm orange, the birds are returning to their nests, and everything is peaceful.

But in the stockade it was extremely quiet, the noise of drinking and dancing, dancing with guns and clubs in the usual days was completely gone, and the birds were singing and the wind was stirring in the spare time, as if it was an empty city.

There was a well in the yard, and a tall man drew water, washed the blood off his hands, and wiped the bloody sword with a damp cloth.A fine horse was tied to the well, flicking its tail leisurely.

Not far away, a tall sycamore tree seemed to be gilded under the setting sun. The tables and benches under the tree were randomly placed. A young man was sitting on the bench, eating a snack in his hand, his back was facing the tall man, and beside him was a young man. waiting.

"Can you turn around?" the young man asked, with something in his heart, waiting a little anxiously.

"Okay." The man had cleaned up the blood stains on the sword and his robe, and when the long sword was sheathed, a golden iron humming sounded.

The boy immediately turned around on the bench, looked at him and asked, "General, where have they all gone?"

This young man was dressed in clean clothes and had a handsome face. He was Yu Ke, the young prince of Jin.

The tall man was dressed in a martial robe, it was Lu Yingqiu who was sent by Emperor Hongjia to find him.

Lu Yingqiu looked at the mountains outside the stockade, and a white flame rose from the opposite mountain, cutting through the warm twilight sky. He turned his head and said to Yu Ke: "They will follow us when they go out to do business. Your Highness will follow us." I'll go home."

Yu Ke shook her head: "Where's Qi Si? Did they find Qi Si?"

Lu Yingqiu's hands froze slightly, but his expression was still gentle: "I haven't found it yet, but your highness can wait while walking. Xinying will spread the news very quickly."

In the mountains and forests, the last golden brilliance of the setting sun spread down. The horses carried Lu Yingqiu and Yu Ke, and slowly left the Jinge Ridge where the mountains stretched.

Occasionally there was the sound of branches and leaves shaking in the forest, but it was hard to distinguish whether it was birds or beasts passing by, or the whereabouts of the secret guards of the Jin Kingdom.

The twilight in Jinge Ridge remains the same, and the bandit village behind it is gradually left behind, like an empty peach blossom garden, waiting for visitors who are unlikely to return.