Brocade without a knife

In the second year of Xuantong, in autumn, it rained majesticly at night.

Under the night rain, Yanjing was as quiet as a dead city. The streets and alleys, whether ordinary people or restaurants and teahouses, were all closed doors, and there was only the sound of heavy rain pouring on the gray tiles.

Even Yanjing and even the imperial city, which is the most noble place in the world, was dim and dim. A few palace lanterns swayed feebly in the wind and rain, like a few will-o'-the-wisps in a barren cemetery.

On weekdays, Prison 24 is the most lively and lively, but now it is difficult to see even a person, except for a few whispers occasionally, like ghosts whispering to each other.Only the head of Prison 24, the Supervisor of Rituals, was still lit with a cluster of newly lit candles.What the candle burns is fish fat ointment, which is said to be the ointment of the murlocs in the East China Sea, which will last for ten thousand years, and will not be invaded by wind and rain.

None of the murlocs had ever seen it before, but the candle was indeed very bright, and it didn't flicker even in the storm.

Holding the lamp is a waiter wearing a flying fish suit with an expressionless face, about thirty or so years old.He carefully twisted the glazed lampshade to protect the candlelight, covering the dazzling light a little bit, then looked up cautiously at the corridor outside, turned around and whispered to the people behind him: "Go, be careful." , take good care of the master. When you send it to the place, someone will pick you up."

In the place against the light, several people responded softly.

Those people were dressed in ordinary bunt attire. At first glance, they looked like craftsmen walking in the rivers and lakes, but they had an indelible evil spirit, which made people daunting.It was the Dongchang Fanzi who made people talk about it in Yanjing. One of them was holding a tightly wrapped little man in his hands. It seemed that he was less than ten years old, and his face was covered tightly, as if he was sleeping. Zhengxiang.

The strong man holding the child hesitated for a while before leaving, stopped and asked, "What are your plans for Yu's palm print?"

Yu Lian handed the Wannian Lantern to one of them, raised his eyelids to look at the sky that looked like it had been stabbed into a hole, shook his head and said, "You guys go, I have my own plan. Taking advantage of the heavy rain tonight, they It should not force the palace to break the city, you go out of Beijing to find him."

When Zhao Jingzhong heard what he said, he didn't say anything else. He pulled his straw hat and led several people into the heavy rain.

As the peripheral vision gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, Yu Lian no longer stood on the porch looking around, he turned and walked into the Prison of Rituals, slowly tidying up the unapproved memorials and stacking them on the desk.He sat on the grand teacher's chair for a long time, counting the time, almost Zhao Jingzhong and the others should have reached the gate of the capital, so he got up and called out.

Suddenly, a young eunuch stepped out of the ceremonial supervisor, which was empty at first, bowed his waist and bowed his hands: "Palmprint."

"Are you all ready?" Yu Lian still asked with that expressionless face.

"It's all arranged." The little eunuch replied with his head bowed.

Yu Lian nodded slightly: "Let's go, let's see when those barbarians plan to make a move."

……

The Suzaku Gate, which is far away from the imperial city, is the oldest and strongest gate in Yanjing. The other three gates of Yanjing were damaged during the war, but the Suzaku Gate remained unchanged after the war.

The icy rain slapped on the gray and white city bricks, and the guards of the city stood densely all over the top of the city, while tens of miles away from the city wall was the frighteningly bright camp of the northern barbarians.

From breaking the northern frontier to attacking Beijing in the south, it took the northern barbarians less than a year.

To them, Dayan's border defense is as fragile as a piece of paper.If only the northern barbarians had invaded, they wouldn't have arrived so quickly at the city. The hatred lies in the fact that the external aggression has not been eliminated, and internal troubles abound.

This scene is so similar to the day when the first emperor was captured. How could the elderly people and courtiers in Yanjing forget the humiliation and fear that came from being trampled by barbarian iron cavalry back then.

The only difference is that this time the two warring parties have been in a stalemate for a long time, as if they were waiting for an agreement to be reached.

A carriage galloped out from Tai/anmen, and went straight on the empty Zhuque Street, heading towards Zhuquemen.

Except for the Forbidden Army guarding the palace, all of the capital was transferred to the city defense, and no one paid attention to this fast-moving carriage.

Seeing that the city gate was approaching, a fine horse suddenly jumped out of the rain curtain and stopped in front of the carriage.

The horses pulling the cart neighed a few times before they stopped hastily. The people in the cart didn't get off the cart, and neither did the people on the horse. They just faced each other in the rain.

Finally, the man in black with a long sword on the horse spoke. With a smile in his voice, he asked relaxedly, "Is this the carriage of the Supervisor of Rituals? The father-in-law of the Supervisor of Rituals is not on standby in the palace in the middle of the night. Serving the nobles, where are you going?"

Dongfang Fanzi, who was pulling the cart, touched the saber on his waist calmly, but was stopped by the person in the cart with a light cough. That's all, Commander Lu is not waiting on His Highness Xiao Xun's side at this time, what is he doing at the city gate? I remember that Jin Yiwei is a pro-army, so he should be guarding the palace at this time?"

Lu Zhengming laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. He was like a knife with an inch of scabbard, and the coldness was already showing: "I don't know who it is, it turned out to be Yu's palm print. Yu's palm print is a powerful figure in the palace. I can't do without you, how can you condescend to come here in person?"

Yu Lian said calmly: "Seeing that the country will be ruined and the family will be destroyed, I will personally watch these ambitious beasts for Your Majesty."

Lu Zhengming was scolded so much that he didn't even frown. He fixed his eyes on the carriage: "Oh? Is that so? I think I can go out in person with my palm prints. There must be some important people in this carriage. I came here under orders to investigate the capital. Suspicious person, just in case someone is liaising with foreign enemies, please get out of the car and have a test with Yu Zhangyin Haihan?"

"Presumptuous!" the pulling fan shouted angrily.

"That's all," Yu Lian said in a calm voice.

There was thunder in the sky, and it made people have very bad associations.

Yu Lian wore a coir raincoat and got out of the carriage with Fanzi's hands.

Lu Zhengming raised the curtain with the scabbard and took a closer look at the carriage. After finding that there was no one else in the carriage, he didn't see any joy or anger on his face, as if he had expected this for a long time. Yu palm prints.

"It's okay." Yu Lian raised the corners of her lips sarcastically, "Who made you Jin Yiwei the celebrity in front of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang?"

Lu Zhengming smiled indifferently.

Yu Lian looked at him with slightly droopy eyes: "Our family would like to know, who does Commander Lu want to find in my car?"

The smile on Lu Zhengming's face faded a bit: "Why do you need to ask me knowingly about Yu's palm print? A year ago, you hid people without anyone noticing, and now you ask me who I'm looking for?"

Yu Lian snorted and asked back: "If he doesn't leave, will he stay in the hands of you and your master today? I know that you and him used to have a friendship. Maybe it was true, but This kind of friendship is just a fleeting moment in front of Commander Lu's glory and wealth."

The only trace of smile left on Lu Zhengming's face disappeared: "It seems that Yu's palm print will not tell me where the others are this time. It's okay if you insist on doing so. A few people just left the palace half an hour ago, right?" , Yu palm print, guess if I tell His Royal Highness King Xiao, can he send someone to catch up?"

Yu Lian's calm face finally turned pale: "You..."

"What about me?" Lu Zhengming pinched the tassel on the scabbard, and said calmly, "My master is not that little emperor. Whether he lives or dies is meaningless to me. It just so happens that Xiao Xun lacks something to show Beiman." Great gift, do you think the little emperor's head is a valuable bargaining chip?"

Yu Lian took a deep breath, instead of being angry, she smiled and said, "He entrusted His Majesty to you back then, and you really deserved him."

Lu Zhengming looked indifferent and unmoved.

Yu Lian closed her eyes and quickly calculated the itinerary of Zhao Jingzhong and the others. This time, whether to bet on him or not to bet on him, if they lose the bet, all their efforts will be for naught...

But after a while, Yu Lian opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhengming calmly: "If I told you, he is already dead."

Lu Zhengming: "..."

……

Xinghua Village is an unremarkable small village among the eight hundred villages in the south of the Yangtze River, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The mountains are poor, with no gold or jade; the water is barely considered good water, clean and clear, but there are not many fish and shrimps for the villagers to fight their teeth for sacrifice.

If I really want to pick out a place that stands out, that is the bridge across the river at the head of the village, named Yuxian Bridge.

It is said that a long time ago, there was a villager who met the immortal who had just come into the world here.

According to the legend, Xinghua Village should have been called Yuxian Village, which sounds like a fairyland.

It's a pity that the villager didn't look very much, seeing the immortal's handsome appearance and extraordinary demeanor, he went up to the sky and molested him.

When the immortal got angry, he turned the man into an old tree at the head of the village.

The old tree is an apricot tree, and it really stands at the entrance of the village today, and it will not fall down for a hundred years.

As for why it is called Xinghua Village, not Yuxian Village, it is said that immortals only love Xinghua, so it is named after it.

"Nonsense!" A child jumped out and said with his hands on his hips, "If the immortals really like apricot blossoms, why did they turn that mortal into an apricot blossom tree?" He pointed at the old tree behind him and said, "My grandfather said! This tree grew out of a tree when his grandfather's grandfather ate an apricot and spit out a core! There are no immortals!"

"What's the matter with you kid! It's all about legends and legends, do you understand that legends are stories?" The black-faced burly man in a ragged coat and coarse trousers said impatiently, "I... brother, I am kind enough to tell you stories. Why are you still serious?"

The child snorted, scratched his eye sockets and stuck out his tongue: "My lord is still deceiving, shame on you! Fourth brother! Old Zhao is deceiving again!"

"Childish." One of the children rolled his eyes.

The strong man wanted to curse, but when he saw who the complainer was, he could only swallow his anger.

He clicked his tongue, scratched his head with a headache, suddenly looked left and right, and said in shock: "Where is your fourth brother! Wasn't he still here just now?!"

The child who just rolled his eyes suddenly changed his face.

……

At the end of the bridge not far away, there was a man lying on the bridge railing with disheveled hair, looking like he was about to jump into the river to commit suicide.

Zhao Jingzhong saw it from a distance, his eyes were tearing, and he rushed over with one step: "Du... Fourth Master, don't think about it! I will go to the mountains to catch a young and beautiful little fairy for you tonight!"

The person lying on the fence: "..."

Lu Zhengming who just stepped on the bridge: "..."

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I have to work hard to finish it and open a new pit!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!