Chun Feng Du Jian

Xue Qinglan was in a daze until she went downstairs and sat in the restaurant.After Wen Heng ordered the dishes, he poured the good tea and pushed it in front of him. Seeing that Xue Qinglan was still in a daze, he couldn't help being amused. He raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "I'm back to my senses."

Xue Qinglan leaned back in shock, and Wen Heng smiled even more: "This is a shock, be careful, don't fall under the stool."

"Not yet—"

Wen Heng asked, "What is it?"

Xue Qinglan took a deep look at him, and almost squeezed the teacup with his fingers: "You..."

"Son!"

A greeting outside the door interrupted the subtle and ambiguous atmosphere between the two, Wen Heng smiled and said, "Fan Yang is here, sit down."

Fan Yang followed them to the capital city, and came here alone according to Wen Heng's instructions. All the bodyguards under his command were sent out to escort the imprisoned disciples of various sects.This was the first time the two met each other in four years. Fan Yang didn't know about his adventures in these years, so he first congratulated him on his great martial arts achievement, and then described in detail what happened to him.The two were originally masters and servants who walked out of the danger of life and death together, but now their identities have changed, and their friendship is as deep as before.

After recounting the past, Wen Heng asked a few words about the situation over there. Fan Yang said he was well and told him to rest assured. Xue Qinglan listened for a while, and at this moment Fang interjected and asked: "Brother Heng, can you arrange for Mr. Fan to come here?" The first thing is to suspect that there are ghosts among those people?"

Fan Yang gave a blank "ah" and didn't understand what he was saying. Wen Heng glanced at Xue Qinglan approvingly, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, you're alert. Guess who it is?"

Xue Qinglan pondered for a moment, dipped some tea with her fingertips, and wrote the word "Chu" on the desk.

Wen Heng nodded and said, "Not bad."

Fan Yang finally caught up with the two of them at this moment, but he still didn't understand the meaning behind it. He wondered, "What does this ghost have anything to do with them? I think some of their family members were also taken away?"

"That's why it's strange." Wen Heng said, "These people were not arrested on the way back, but drank drugged wine at the farewell banquet, and when they woke up, they were locked in the iron prison car. The first Doubtful, the Chu family had a banquet, and there was a drug in the drink, who did it? Who could have poisoned a villa full of masters without anyone noticing it?"

"The second doubt is that even the elders accompanying the Chunjun sect were poisoned and imprisoned. Why were the masters of the Chu family who were also at the banquet that night not captured together, but only a dozen ordinary disciples were unlucky? It happened on Siyou Mountain, so many people were taken away, and such a big move, why didn't the Chu family notice it at all?"

"The third point of doubt is that the disciples of each sect go back to their residences to rest after drinking. It stands to reason that the sooner the better, the sooner the better. For the sake of convenience, it is most convenient to put all the members of the same sect in a prison car. But when they arrested people, they divided them very carefully, and there happened to be one disciple from each faction in each car. Therefore, in Xingcheng Prison, the dozen or so members of the Chu family were evenly distributed in each cell. "

Xue Qinglan said knowingly: "To prevent the prisoners from escaping, so we put eyeliner among the prisoners, and if there is any change, immediately report to the higher authorities to suppress it."

"That's right." Wen Heng said, "Yesterday's plan was successful because it caught the lord by surprise and kept that lord firmly in Xingcheng. He also knew that Nie Yinglong was the bait he let out, so he didn't try to stop him. Staring at Shiyue Prison. Thanks to the two of you, I was able to hide under his nose.”

Before Wen Heng went in, he had made a plan in his heart to cooperate with the inside and outside. He could entrust some things to Nie Ying and Longjing, but the only people he could rely on for such crucial matters were Xue Qinglan and his long-time cronies. Fan Yang.If it weren't for these two hole cards in his hand, he wouldn't be able to take risks alone and manipulate this game of life and death.

The three toasted each other and clinked with tea instead of wine.Fan Yang digested it for a while, and then said: "But if the Chu family's sword faction is really the inner ghost, the Chunjun faction receives the report and discusses with the other factions. As long as we mention it to the Chu family's sword faction, they will know that we already know their plan. Yet?"

Wen Heng held up his cup and said, "Don't worry, the Chunjun faction is receiving the letter from Senior Brother Liao. I told him to think of a way to get the Chu family's sword faction out for whatever reason."

Xue Qinglan filled the tea for him, and asked casually, "What if it's not the Chu family? Or was the Chu family framed by others?"

"It's not impossible. The doubts I mentioned just now, sooner or later someone else will think that if they ask the Chu family's sword faction in the future, they should have something to say." Wen Heng said, "I don't know much about the current situation in Jianghu. After coming down, I feel that the Chu family is a bit more suspicious, so I should be extra wary of them. As for framing, it’s hard to say, if there are such tricks, then the enemy will be very difficult to deal with."

Fan Yang recalled the past, and sneered: "If you want to talk about officials, didn't the surname Chu always like to play around with these things? I don't know how old Chu was when he followed the son of Prince Jian, and he was beaten back by the son before he showed his face What new tricks have come up in these years."

"Don't underestimate the Chu family. Back then they built the palace, but now they are the inner guards. There is a big difference." Wen Heng said in a low voice, "The court's attitude towards the martial arts in the Central Plains can be seen. Returning to the inner guard to be the head rafter has suffered a big loss, and the next time he will act more secretly, it will be hard to guard against."

Fan Yang asked: "Then according to your opinion, what will the court do next?"

Wen Heng said: "This time, the mastermind behind the scenes is planning to divert the tiger away from the mountain and defeat them one by one. From the beginning, he used a head-to-head method, with the idea of ​​killing chickens to scare the monkeys. Whichever faction he takes down randomly among the major factions will form a deterrent to other sects. , to overwhelm others in terms of momentum."

"However, the failure of this strategy not only exposed their identities and intentions, but also made the martial arts in the Central Plains vigilant. If you think about which faction to attack, you will be attacked by a group. If you ask me to think of a way, it is best to pretend to be quiet and hide in the dark. Instigate infighting in the Central Plains martial arts, let them fight their own people, and then the imperial court will naturally reap the benefits."

Xue Qinglan said: "Understood, now we just need to keep an eye on the major sects, whoever picks things up will be a spy of the imperial court."

Wen Heng glanced at him with a smile.After all, there were too many people outside, so he didn't want to go too deep, and said: "Forget it, some people are worrying about these things, and it's not our turn to worry about them. Are you full? I haven't been back to the capital for seven years, so it's so easy." If you're free, come with me for a walk?"

Both Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang knew about his background, so naturally they would not refuse.The three of them agreed and went out to the East Main Street.

They lived in Xicheng, but the original Prince Qing's Mansion was in the northeast, just in front of Miyagi.Both Wen Heng and Fan Yang are used to seeing palaces with heavy gates, but Xue Qinglan came to the capital for the first time. Although he was not very curious about the scenery of the capital, Wen Heng deliberately let him take a look and broaden his mind, so he slowed down on purpose .The three of them walked slowly along a long street, and Fan Yang occasionally introduced a few words, just like three or five friends visiting the capital together, it is really impossible to see that what they are thinking about is entering the palace and stealing swords. Bold idea.

After passing Miyagi, another street is Qingwang Mansion.Wen Heng walked more and more sluggishly, Fan Yang became more silent as he walked, and even Xue Qinglan was unconsciously brought serious by the two of them.This may be what the ancients said, "the closer you are to the hometown, the more timid you are." Even if this "hometown" is like a shattered dream to them.

Turning around the courtyard wall of another household, the flying eaves, bucket arches, blue tiles and vermilion sills of Prince Qing's Mansion were suddenly exposed in front of them without any cover, leaving no room for breathing.At this moment, many years of sorrow and joy collapsed like a high wall, broken bricks and rubble rolled down, each grain was shimmering and stained with dark red blood——

Wen Heng stepped on a bluestone floor tile and could no longer take a step forward.

He thought that with other things in his heart, pretending to be passing by, avoiding confrontation, it would be less painful.But it's all wrong, the truly unforgettable past doesn't even need to go into it in person, even just a glimpse from afar is enough to trigger the collapse of heaven and earth.

Seven years have passed, he has experienced many vicissitudes, and he was able to take away the bloody feud quietly, but the Prince Qing's Mansion in front of him is not the object of his hatred, every pavilion here, even every door and street, bears It contains all the memories of his "home" in the 15 years before his life.

All the lost things are branded in his heart, Wen Heng has learned to get along with hatred, but he can't learn to say goodbye to the past no matter what.

Fan Yang couldn't help crying bitterly, afraid of losing his composure and attracting attention, he quickly walked to the side of the shade to wipe his tears.Wen Heng was left alone, almost masochistic, motionless.The sun hung high in the sky, and the summer wind was scorching hot, but he was poured down from the head by 15 years of grief like a sea, his body was cold, and he was defeated.

Until a slightly cold hand caressed his face, carefully wiping away his tears.

He held that hand subconsciously, as if with this movement, he could grab a floating board in the endless waves and calm him down again.

Xue Qinglan let him clenched tightly, as if she couldn't feel any pain, she asked softly, "Brother Heng, this is where you grew up, right?"

Wen Heng said in a gruff voice, "Yes."

"I've always wondered what kind of place can raise people like you." Xue Qinglan wiped his tears for him, and said in a low voice, "It's not enough to have beautiful pavilions, golden gates, rich clothes and fine food, but also a pair of loving parents and many loyal servants." Yimaid, these people educated you, accompanied you, and turned you into what you are today."

"Brother Heng, you are fine." Xue Qinglan held his profile and said solemnly, "When you come back from a long journey, they must also feel happy and gratified to see you."

What he said was sincere and straightforward, without any pretense. In fact, upon closer inspection, they were just a few common gossips.But Wen Heng suddenly seemed to be smashed by something, took a deep breath, closed his eyes with soreness, hugged Xue Qinglan, and buried his face deeply into the socket of his neck.

The tears that were not shed seven years ago finally came long overdue.

"Qinglan." He murmured, "I don't have a home anymore."

Xue Qinglan embraced him vigorously, and with a voice that no one could hear, she didn't know whether to promise him or herself: "Yes, there must be."

The author has something to say: It's too late!

Although I wiped my tears, I still have no love!