Chun Feng Du Jian

Fan Yang has long been used to Wen Heng's overthinking style, and has always obeyed his orders, so he is always tense at night, not daring to fall asleep completely.

However, until it was almost dawn and the morning light came late, there was no movement in the temple. It seemed that His Royal Highness was really worrying too much this time.

Thinking of this, Fan Yang rolled over and went to ask Wen Heng to get up and change clothes.Just as he raised his hand to close it, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Wen Heng came out wearing a robe, his eyes were black and his face was haggard, as if he hadn't slept well.

"Your Majesty?" Fan Yang was surprised, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Heng was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night and had a splitting headache after waking up.For some reason, he was always feeling uneasy. He didn't have the heart to hide it in front of Fan Yang at this moment, so he frowned and asked, "Where are the people sent out last night, have they returned?"

Fan Yang said: "It should be here, this subordinate will call him here."

Wen Heng gave a weary "hmm", Fan Yang left in a hurry, a light wind blew up from the corner of his clothes, and woke up Ah Que who was sleeping on the inner side of the bed.

He wandered around for several days, and for a moment he didn't know what day and night it was. He opened his eyes and thought for a long time before realizing that this was not a dream. He was so happy that he sat upright and bumped into Wen Heng's sight.

Ah Que was startled, his excitement subsided slightly, and he opened his mouth in embarrassment, but he didn't know how to address him.

Wen Heng understood what he meant, and said, "Just call me Young Master."

Ah Que quickly got on the bed, put on his shoes, walked up to him, raised his head and called "Young Master".Wen Heng responded with a "hmm", reached out and rubbed his hair that was disheveled in sleep, as if touching the soft down of a bird, and asked inadvertently, "Did you sleep well?"

A Que was still a little cautious in front of him, and whispered: "I slept well...Brother Fan didn't snore."

He asked again, "Where is the young master?"

Wen Heng knew that his complexion was probably not good-looking, otherwise A Que, a child, would not have noticed something was wrong.He forced a smile, avoided answering, and asked, "You were outside for a long time in the cold last night, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Aque shook her head hastily, as if she was afraid of causing Wen Heng a little more trouble: "No. I'm not uncomfortable."

Well-behaved is of course very well-behaved, but it is not the way such a big child should be. It makes people not feel comfortable to look at, but rather disturbing.Wen Heng kept it in his heart, thinking that he would change it in the future, and said: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, don't hide it. If there is a problem, it will be a big trouble, remember ?”

Ah Que nodded his head like pecking at rice, but he didn't think it was enough, and said, "I know."

"Sir!"

While the two were talking, Fan Yang hurriedly pushed the door open and walked in with strides: "The person sent out last night has not returned yet. Before leaving, my subordinates specifically told him to go back quickly. From Bao'an Temple to It would take four hours to go back and forth to the capital, so it wouldn't be—"

He was influenced by Wen Heng's cautious attitude, and he was afraid of accidents if there was any trouble, but Wen Heng was calmer than him, and said: "Don't worry, maybe something happened on the way that delayed you. Send someone to the direction of the capital to meet you." Welcome him."

"Yes."

Fan Yang took the order and left.As soon as he went out, the calmness on Wen Heng's face disappeared, and he frowns in a daze.After an unknown amount of time, a deep and distant bell suddenly sounded outside, awakening his thoughts wandering nine days away.Wen Heng looked down, only to realize that Ah Que had been standing quietly beside his lap, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

"Why don't you just sit down?" Wen Heng was reminded by the early bell of the temple, and just remembered that there was still a meal.He pinched the bridge of his nose, and said to Ah Que: "I was distracted for a while. You go and wash your hands first, and someone will bring you breakfast later."

A bird is like a little maid with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, she moves at every command.Just as he was about to walk towards the washstand in the outer room, there were sudden knocks on the door. He immediately ran over and pulled the latch. In an instant, the cold wind filled with the smell of blood and the tall figure rushed into the room, splashing a drop of blood. On the front, like a plum blossom in ashes.

"what--"

"what happened?"

The scream startled Wen Heng, he quickly walked over from the window, and saw the guards of the palace sent last night covered in blood, fell face down on the ground, but still struggling to get up: "My son..."

Wen Heng rushed forward to support him, and was frightened and angry for a moment: "How did you get hurt like this? What happened? Someone!"

"Run away...my son, hurry up, run away..."

Ah Que and Wen Heng supported the guard together, the two were very close, so he clearly felt a tremor that didn't belong to him.As if being hit hard, Wen Heng gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean? Make it clear!"

The guard's body was covered with wounds of different depths, and what's more, he suffered serious internal injuries. Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose every time he opened his mouth.He rushed back with all his strength, and now his voice was so weak that it was difficult to hear clearly, as if he was a soul crawling out of hell, murmuring dying delirium: "My lord, my lord entered the palace last night... to assassinate your majesty... failed, Was slaughtered on the spot by the masters, and the forbidden army led people to ransack the house...the princess committed suicide. They are searching the whole city for the son...soon, ahem, they will come after them soon..."

Wen Heng heard a "buzz" in his mind.

Ah Que didn't understand what he heard, but he knew that something serious happened. He immediately got up, ran and fell to the door, and shouted: "Help! Come on! Help!"

The monks who lived nearby arrived first, but they were too frightened to move because of the tragedy, so they hurriedly sent someone to invite the abbot.After a while, chaotic footsteps came, Fan Yang pushed through the crowd and rushed into the room, rushed forward to press the guard's wound, and said anxiously: "What's going on here? Prince, prince... You should say something! "

Wen Heng was like a person who was frozen alive, with all five senses lost, only his sanity remained.Unexpectedly, he recalled the dream of last night, Wen Kezhen and Liu Shi both fell into the bottomless river, he chased desperately in the knee-high weeds, but it was like stepping into the mud, sinking deeper and deeper, until there was no top, Finally, he woke up from suffocation, wiped his face, and found that it was full of cold tears.

There are signs of misfortune and good fortune, and it should be today.

All the silence around him seemed to have temporarily built a barrier for him, his body was completely out of order, and even sorrow and joy were isolated.However, Wen Heng knew in his heart that something serious had happened. Although he couldn't hear it, those words rang in his heart over and over again, and finally came down to a deep-rooted thought: I don't believe it.

The guard was seriously injured and dying, and Wen Heng seemed to lose his mind. Fan Yang almost went crazy on the spot: "What's going on? Who will tell me what's going on!"

"Run away."

Fan Yang knelt on the ground and suddenly turned around: "What?"

From the corner by the door, a childish and trembling voice sounded: "He said...'Run away'."

The monks parted, revealing Ah Que behind him. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and half of his clothes were covered in blood, like a little lunatic.If it were any other child, he would have gone mad with fright at this time, but he was surprisingly calm, and repeated to Fan Yang word by word: "He said that the prince assassinated His Majesty, and was killed by the big... People ransacked the house, the concubine committed suicide, and the city was searched and arrested, and they will soon be chased."

Fan Yang was shocked: "Impossible!"

Abbot Huitong clasped his palms together and recited "Amitabha", and the rest of the monks followed suit.

In the Youyou Buddha's name, the guard came back to the light, and he didn't know where he got his strength. He suddenly grabbed Fan Yang and said in a trembling voice: "Take the son away, they want to cut grass and roots... Hurry up!"

Fan Yang was caught off guard and was pushed backwards by him.After the guard explained the last sentence, he finally ran out of fuel and left completely.Fan Yang sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes were red, he choked up for a while, and finally got up holding back his tears to help Wenheng: "My son... my son, we have to go..."

Wen Heng finally raised his eyes in a trance, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be dazed: "Go? Where are you going?"

Fan Yang felt sad, and said in a shy voice: "No matter where you go, the capital is determined not to go back."

Wen Heng asked back in a daze, "What about my parents?"

Abbot Huitong let out a long sigh, and stepped forward to help Wen Heng: "The death of the prince and concubine is quite strange, and there may be grievances in it. The son needs to protect himself, so that it can be a long-term plan."

Taking advantage of Wen Heng's attention being distracted, Abbot Huitong pointed at his sleeping point.Wen Heng's eyes suddenly went dark, he lost consciousness immediately, and fell on Fan Yang's shoulder.

Fan Yang never thought that Huitong would make a move at this time, and his face turned pale with shock: "Abbot!"

Abbot Huitong Su Rong said: "The pursuers are coming, so it's not too late. Guard Fan, please take your son and leave through the back door of this temple."

Fan Yang has followed Wen Heng for several years, and he is used to what Wen Heng tells him to fight, and he has no opinion at all.At this moment when Wen Heng fell down, he seemed to have been taken away by someone. He was flustered for a moment, not knowing what to do, so he could only grab Abbot Huitong and ask: "My son is a native of the capital, and I am also a son of the royal family. , where else can we go? I beg the master to point out a clear path!"

Abbot Huitong thought for a while, and said: "This is heading west, it is Mengfeng City."

"Mengfengcheng... Wanlaimen of Mengfengcheng!" Fan Yang's eyes lit up, "Yes, the master of the Liumen is the son's uncle, and Wanlaimen will never stand idly by when the palace is in such a catastrophe!"

In a few words, the guards had already harnessed the carriage and rushed out of the courtyard. Abbot Huitong sent Fan Yang outside the door, and said to the guards: "His Royal Highness King Qing's only bloodline is entrusted to you. The future is difficult and dangerous Please cherish it."

Fan Yang put Wen Heng in the car, and carried Ah Que into the car, with tears in his eyes, he said to Fang Zhang: "Master, don't worry, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will ensure the safety of my son."

He glanced at the blood stains inside the door, then choked with sobs and said: "My brother, please ask your temple to bury it on your behalf. If we escape today, we will definitely cause big troubles to Bao'an Temple, and I feel guilty for hurting everyone for no reason."

He loves to know that it may be difficult to return to the capital in his lifetime, and it is even more difficult to predict the future. This time, he has received the favor of Abbot Huitong's life, and he may not have the opportunity to repay it in the future.He had thousands of words choked in his throat, but he didn't have time to speak, so he brushed off his clothes and bowed down, and kowtowed firmly to Abbot Huitong three times.

Abbot Huitong recited the Buddha's name, bowed slightly to return the salute, and said: "In the past 15 years, Baoan Temple has been greatly favored by the royal family, and has never been forgotten for a single day. Today, the royal family is in trouble, and this old monk should do his best to deal with the prince."

No matter how hard Fan Yang couldn't help it, tears rolled down his face. He wiped his face vigorously, jumped into the carriage, and said to the abbot, "If you escape with your life by chance, you will come to thank the abbot in the future, and there will be a period later!"

"drive!"

Several guards from the Wangfu's carriage galloped westward all the way, the horseshoes raised billowing smoke and dust, the sound of the carriage gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.

The northwest wind whizzed past with thick clouds, the sky was gloomy, and heavy snow was coming.In Bao'an Temple, Abbot Huitong sent monks to restrain the dead guards, while he checked the rooms and guest courtyards where Wen Heng and the guards lived, and closed the doors and locked them.After finishing all this, he returned to the main hall, sat down on the futon alone, and silently recited the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" by the flickering candles all over the hall.

When he closed his eyes and settled down, everything was silent, except for the scriptures he murmured, there were also the sound of deep and shallow footsteps, the sound of horseshoes, and the sound of wind blowing through sharp knives, all rushing towards this small room in unison. Buddhist hall.

In the empty guest courtyard, two gray sparrows landed on a tall jujube tree, Jiujiu pecking at the frost-covered fruit. Not long after, one of them flapped its wings and flew up, but it didn't fly very far. Then he died suddenly in mid-air, and fell outside the temple wall with a "click".

Although the other one was still clinging to the branch, it could no longer sing or fly.

A pair of dusty boots kicked away the gray bird's body, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally turned around and walked towards the west of Baoan Temple.