Chun Feng Du Jian

On the fourth day of September, late at night, the capital went back to South Lane.

The black-clothed guest, whose face was covered by the fence, did not go through the main entrance, and "flyed" from the top of the wall into the courtyard hidden deep in the alley as lightly as a swallow.This house is almost the same as the surrounding houses except that the owner is not afraid of burning lamp oil and the lamps are lit in the middle of the night, but the guest's movements are very careful. He walked through the courtyard silently and quickly, pushed and closed the door and locked it in one go, and his movements were agile. Dazzlingly, as if he had slipped in through a crack in the door.

There was a young man sitting beside the wooden table in the room, facing him sideways, looking down at the picture scrolls spread out on the table, he raised his head and greeted, "Are you here?"

He has a special quiet temperament, handsome in appearance, sitting alone in the shabby room does not look cramped, on the contrary, it makes the room inexplicably more colorful, although the furnishings are old and not comfortable at all, but it just makes people want to sit down Be quiet for a while.

Wen Jiu's footsteps when entering the house slowed down, but when he spoke, his tone was still urgent: "When did you come? The situation has changed, how many people did you bring?"

Wen Heng raised his head and said, "Not long after we arrived, what happened?"

Wen Jiu took off his hat and showed his frown: "Your Majesty suddenly sent an order today to let the prince set off tomorrow to visit the imperial mausoleum at Cishou Mountain. It takes about a day and a half from the Forbidden Palace to the Emperor's Mausoleum at Cishou Mountain, and we will stay at the Yueqing Palace overnight." , besides the guards of the East Palace, the crown prince is also accompanied by the inner masters Kou Buer and Han Sanxian."

"Well," Wen Heng nodded and asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

Wen Jiudao: "You and I want to stay in Beijing to deal with Feng Baoyi, the crown prince can only let Xue Hufa—"

Wen Heng didn't wait for him to finish, he raised his hand to stop him: "Don't count on him, he's not here."

Wen Jiu looked around, only to realize that Wen Heng was the only one in the room, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Where are the others?!"

"Qing Lan has other things to do, and I don't know what his plan is," Wen Heng replied frankly, "You don't need to include him in your plan."

Wen Jiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes went dark, and "You don't care about it" was written all over his face.In his eyes, Xue Qinglan was a dangerous person who vacillated and became crazy, and only Wen Heng could hold him down. Once he fell to the Hanging Star Sect, all their plans now would be to draw water from a bamboo basket.Out of vigilance, he did not hesitate to risk offending Xue Qinglan to remind Wen Heng to pay attention. However, since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty, and the word love is so harmful. Now it seems that even Wen Heng, who is as smart as Wen Heng, cannot escape. The fate of being obsessed with sex.

Wen Heng understood his expression, but couldn't explain it to him, so he just laughed it off.

He usually takes care of Xue Qinglan's eating and sleeping, and he is not good at trivial matters. Instead, he maintains considerable restraint when it comes to major life-and-death decisions, rarely intervening, and Xue Qinglan makes his own decisions.It was as if he knew that Xue Qinglan still had a lot of things to hide from him, but he didn't pursue it to the end. Xue Qinglan said that he would act separately, so he would send him away alone.This trust is indeed blind in the eyes of outsiders, but it is a silent understanding between him and Xue Qinglan.

Although Wen Jiu is one of the nine masters, he is only strong by himself. Under Feng Baoyi's suppression for many years, he has not been able to cultivate any useful subordinates, so he has no choice but to ask Wen Heng for help.He came here full of hope, but suddenly learned that Wen Heng could not count on it alone, and almost gave birth to a little desolation of "destiny".With the two of them alone, there may not be a [-]% chance of winning against Feng Baoyi, let alone dealing with Feng Baoyi's ally Chuxingxingzong and his minions who have been supporting him for many years.

"what should I do now?"

"I was also going to ask you," Wen Heng said, "Well, why did you suddenly let the prince go to sacrifice to the mausoleum? Is this the emperor's intention, or Feng Baoyi's intention?"

Wen Jiudao: "Theoretically, only the Son of Heaven can offer sacrifices to the mausoleum. The Crown Prince went there on behalf of His Majesty. In fact, he acquiesced in his identity. Except for His Majesty, no one can make such a decision. Once the Crown Prince returns safely, succession to the throne is a certainty. No matter if it's Feng Baoyi or Ji Guifei, it will be even more difficult to do it, so this time the prince's trip is the last golden opportunity for those who are interested, and they will definitely not let it go."

"According to this, Feng Baoyi will definitely put the strongest force on the crown prince to ensure that the crown prince will never return?"

"That's right, I think so," Wen Jiu heard that there was still some suspicion in his words, and asked, "What do you think is wrong?"

"It's not wrong." Wen Heng shook his head, "It's reasonable."

Wen Jiu looked at him suspiciously: "Then why do you have such a tone?"

Wen Heng tidied up the scrolls on the table, took another cup, poured a cup of cold tea and pushed it to him, and asked calmly: "Master Ninth, do you think Feng Baoyi is a person who will follow common sense and follow human feelings? "

The room fell silent for a while.

Wen Jiu stood in a daze for a while, then suddenly walked over to drink the cup of tea in one go, with a bit of self-abandonment in his wild movements, completely no longer the pride of the past.He sighed for a long time, and said to Wen Heng as if admitting defeat: "I was defeated by you a few times ago, it is indeed not wrong."

"Cheng Rang, it's just luck, you guys didn't guard against me at that time." Wen Heng said to him very modestly, and then said seriously, "But this time is different, no matter what Feng Baoyi wants to do, he will do it. You must be prepared to be interrupted by my shot."

When Wen Jiu just entered the door, he was still anxious because of the sudden change in the situation, so he said a few words to Wen Heng. Although the situation was worse than he expected, he seemed to be in a hurry for no reason—maybe because Wen Heng was too calm , Even if you don't have any idea in your heart, it looks like you are planning a strategy and have a well-thought-out plan.

With the last bit of luck, he asked Wen Heng: "Have you already figured out a way?"

Wen Heng replied honestly: "Ashamed, not yet."

"..."

Wen Jiu raised his forehead and moaned: "My lord, can't you think about it again!"

Wen Heng only thought that he was making trouble for no reason, and said unmoved: "Do you know what it means to be targeted, my lord? In the previous few fights, it was you who took action first, and I tried to solve it; but now Feng Baoyi didn't do anything, What else can we do besides make the prince more vigilant and send him more guards?"

"It's like fighting with someone. If the opponent doesn't make a move, how can you talk about breaking a move? Unless you come to take the lead, no matter what magical swordsmanship he has, use strength to defeat tricks, all fight first."

Wen Jiu slowly recalled: "You mean..."

Wen Heng seemed to be telling him what kind of tea was used to make this pot of tea, and he answered lightly and flatly: "It's better to act first, my lord, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days. "

The Chengxiang Hall is located in the southwest of the harem and borders the imperial garden in the north. It occupies a vast area and is the living place of the emperor. There are guards on duty at twelve hours a day, and the candles are kept burning all night.Recently, the emperor's dragon body is not in good condition. The imperial doctor comes in and out frequently every day, and the palace people who add water and medicine are constantly coming and going, but they can't hear the slightest noise.The strings were tensed up and down, and they were extremely cautious. If it was not necessary, they would never take an extra step or say a word, which directly added an indescribable level to the solemnity of this magnificent palace. heavy.

At nightfall, everything is silent.

No matter how bright the candlelight was, it was difficult to illuminate the entire palace room, and the inner hall was covered with screens and layers of veils, making it even more dim and hazy.The princes, concubines, and medical officers who had been serving the bed during the day had all left at this moment, and beside the imperial couch, only an old man with white hair was standing with his hands down, listening to the weak voice of the old and weak emperor asking: "Prince Jiji?" Mausoleum's affairs... are all arranged?"

Feng Baoyi replied softly: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness has already set off, and will return in three days. Kou Buer and Han Sanxian will accompany you, as will the guards of the Eastern Palace and the Imperial Army. Don't worry, Your Majesty."

The emperor had to rest for a while before he could gather enough strength to say a word. He nodded imperceptibly, and said, "The imperial decree has been sealed in the golden cabinet. When the crown prince returns, let the cabinet announce the decree."

Feng Bao didn't change his face, and didn't say much, he said yes.The emperor closed his eyes and gasped for a moment, then replied: "The Ji family is greedy and foolish, and has attracted foreign relatives into the court. He has the heart of interfering in power and disorderly administration. He is unbearable to be the biological mother of a prince. After a hundred years, you will get rid of this daughter for me. You must not violate it."

Although the emperor had been ill for a long time, he knew clearly in his heart that Ji's petty actions could not escape his eyes, and he could guess Ji's ambition.It's a pity that Mrs. Ji has been planning for a long time, and she is still dreaming of becoming the empress dowager, but she doesn't know that she has been ordered to die by the emperor, and her allies are not moved, they don't even blink their eyes, let alone say a word If there is any extra words, just say: "Please obey the holy order."

He promised happily, but it was beyond the emperor's expectation, which made him speechless for a moment and fell into silence.

The pair of cloudy eyes stared fixedly at Feng Bao for a moment, and the scenes of getting along with each other for 30 years flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern. However, at the last moment of his life, he still hadn't figured out what Feng Baoyi really wanted.

This top master in the Ouchi served two emperors, and lived in the deep palace for 30 years. For him, wealth, status, and fame are things that others have been chasing all their lives. For him, it is as easy as picking something out of a bag, so it is not worth him to take a second look. But he is different from those martial arts masters who have no distractions. He devotes his whole life to pursuing the mysterious and mysterious martial arts avenue. Instead, he spent decades helping the court plan how to cleanse and subdue the Central Plains martial arts.

He is a very contradictory person, as if he is indifferent and seeks nothing, but wants to stir up wind and rain.The emperor couldn't tolerate Concubine Ji coveting the throne, but towards Feng Baoyi, who was also involved in it and might even be the mastermind, he didn't have much jealousy and hatred, and even showed a magnanimity that was not like an emperor.

The emperor on the imperial couch seemed to be entrusting, but also seemed to be comforting, and said with a sigh: "You have been by my side for almost 30 years, and you have been diligent and loyal. I have seen you and regarded you as my confidant and arm, and I will do my best to help you in the future." Prince, if there is something wrong with me...the prince is benevolent, and will not treat veterans lightly."

The dying king looked at him earnestly. At this time, he couldn't help but look away. Therefore, Feng Baoyi could find in his eyes the benevolence of the fading Xishan, the pity he thought he could see through, and the unconscious begging.He knew that the emperor was trying to kill and beat him. He first used the Ji family as a deterrent, and then moved him with emotion. He hoped that he would not betray the prince for the sake of the 30 years of "the relationship between the emperor and his ministers".

Up to now, everyone seems to think that he is ready to move, planning to jump out and set up a new ruler when the emperor is dying, and become a treacherous and treacherous treacherous sycophant.

Feng Baoyi was very satisfied, but he didn't show it on his face, and replied calmly: "Thank you for your kindness."

A few candles outside the tent flickered slightly, he bowed and said goodbye: "It's late at night, please rest in peace, Your Majesty."

The emperor was in low spirits, and gave a weak and weary "hmm", allowing him to step back.Feng Baoyi left the inner hall silently, walked through the empty palace, and walked to the open courtyard outside.

The night wind carried the scent of flowers and water vapor, diluting the smell of medicine that he had acquired from Chengxiang Hall.

"It's said that a woman's heart is like a needle in the bottom of the sea. I dare say they haven't seen Mrs. Feng." A mocking female voice came from behind the Panlong pillar, "The front foot coaxed Concubine Ji into a circle, and I wish I could kneel down and kowtow to you. In front of the emperor, she was completely sold out—Master Feng became ruthless, then there is nothing wrong with women."

As the voice fell to the ground, the figures also turned out from behind the pillar.The person who came was tall and graceful, with a cloud bun, wearing a moonlight dress, with strict makeup and a beautiful face, with a kind of indistinguishable beauty. Only when you get close can you see the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes. A beautiful woman in her middle age.

Feng Baoyi accepted her sarcasm frankly, and did not take it as disobedience, and nodded slightly at her: "Sect Master Fang."

Fang Wujiu hooked the corners of the red lips, and asked with a bit of malice: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell Concubine Ji what I just said?"

Feng Bao asked back, "So what if I tell her?"

A concubine in the deep palace, no matter how favored she is, she is a weak woman with no strength to restrain her. How can she still be the number one expert in the palace?Feng Bao didn't even need to kill her himself, it was just a matter of one word.The emperor has eight sons, and it is not necessary for her to have a son.

Fang Wujiu didn't seem to value Concubine Ji very much, but saw his own shadow in her, Feng Baoyi could kill Concubine Ji without hesitation today, but in another occasion tomorrow, Fang Wujiu might be the one whose head fell to the ground .So she purposely found fault, not to seek an explanation for Concubine Ji, but to intimidate Feng Baoyi implicitly and remind him not to stab him in the back.

"Sect Master Fang doesn't need to be harmed by anything," Feng Bao, an old man, of course understood what she meant, and his sharp eyes flicked away from her face. He said meaningfully, "You and her Of course it's different."

He turned his head suddenly, avoiding a cold light stabbing in the darkness, and the wind of his palm swept away, Fang Wujiu flitted back a few feet, and landed on the railing of the veranda like a butterfly, his voice was hoarse for some reason, he gritted his teeth and sneered Said: "What do you mean?"

Before Feng Baoyi could answer, another voice suddenly sounded above their heads, interrupting the tension between them.The man didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and asked with great interest: "Why did I, a foreign enemy, just arrive, and your own people started fighting first?"

Fang Wujiu and Feng Baoyi raised their heads at the same time, and saw a piece of snow-white clothes hanging from the high eaves of Chengxiang Hall, Wen Heng sat on the roof with his sword in his arms, the night sky behind him was as clear as water, and the new moon seemed to be hanging by his hand—— This scene is so pleasing to the eyes and eyes that it is almost like a painting, but to the people watching, it is like a sharp sword quietly resting on their necks.

One of the best masters in the world, stood in the courtyard for a long time and had a fight, but no one found out when he came!

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