Chun Feng Du Jian

The first heavy snow swept half of the Central Plains from north to south, and the north wind was fierce. Outside Tianmen County, there were almost no pedestrians on the official road.Although the city gate is only half open, there are still soldiers patrolling and questioning, which shows that the guards are tight.

There is a barren slope five miles away from the outskirts of the city, and a flower temple is built on the leeward side. It has been in disrepair for a long time and has become a dilapidated building.Today, however, there was an overhead carriage parked outside the door, and a few tall horses were tied behind the house. It was Wen Heng and his party who had fled from the Baoan Temple in a panic.

That day Wen Heng was fainted by the abbot and sent away, and he woke up on his own after being in a coma for less than two hours.Seeing that he was awake, Fan Yang was ready to be scolded by Wen Heng.Anyone who suffers sudden bereavement at a young age will inevitably be heartbroken and internally collapsed. Even he himself can't believe the sad news like a bolt from the blue, let alone Wen Heng who is not yet an adult.

It can be seen that Wen Heng didn't lose his temper, nor did he cry and want to go back to the capital, he accepted the reality faster than anyone else, and immediately ordered everyone to count dry food and property, and sent guards to the town ahead to inquire about news.Fan Yang didn't wait for the storm to come. He was relieved because he had found his backbone, and he secretly worried about Wen Heng. commit suicide.

The first night of fleeing was peaceful, so peaceful that one would think that all this was just a ridiculous nightmare.However, on the second day, they left the city with their front feet, and the whole city was under martial law, and the wanted documents were overwhelming. Wen Heng was lucky enough to catch a glimpse, and before he had time to carefully identify his own face, he was deeply stabbed in the heart by the word "rebellion" on it. .

He never dreamed that one day he would be associated with these two words. The wealth and prosperity of the past 15 years was like a dream, and disappeared in a short while.What he couldn't understand was why Wen Kezhen would be charged with this crime. King Qing and Jinshang were brothers from the same mother. If he really had any idea, they should have met each other in battle a few years ago, so he wouldn't be able to endure it until now.There is nowhere to point to the huge mystery, he can't predict it at all, and he can't figure it out. He only hates himself for being young and weak, and there is nothing he can do except run away in panic like a bereaved dog.

There was wind leaking everywhere in the dilapidated temple, and Wen Heng sat on the straw, staring at the fire made of dead branches.It is a blessing to have a roof to shelter in the ice and snow, and the life of fleeing for the past few days made him let go of everything.In addition to the whistling of the north wind, there was also the sound of chaotic footsteps. The guards were busy feeding the horses or collecting firewood, but they didn't hear a word of gossip.

Hearing these movements, Wen Heng thought endlessly: "If they weren't dragged down by me, they should have shared family happiness with their parents, wives and children. Why should they bear the charge of beheading and suffer in this world of ice and snow?"

He thought again: "If I didn't go to Bao'an Temple that day, and I would have reunited with my parents underground at this time, what would my reputation matter after death? It's better than living alone in this world."

Thinking this way, he was actually convinced by himself, and felt that death was a kind of relief, not only to save himself from suffering, but also not to continue to implicate Fan Yang and the others, which was a good way to achieve the best of both worlds.

Wen Heng has been gloomy and depressed lately. He can't sleep because of the words "powerless" every day. He seldom comes up with a feasible idea. He can't wait for a moment, so he struggles to get up immediately, planning to go out to find a weapon at hand.

Maybe it was because he sat for a long time, his feet fluttered, and when he stood up, there were stars in front of his eyes, but this did not prevent him from slowly walking to the door with a relaxed mood like relief, and holding on to the half-broken Huashen Temple. Opening the door, he opened his mouth to call Fan Yang.

The first word fell on the tip of his tongue, and Wen Heng suddenly caught a glimpse of a little boy covered in snow coming out of the wild woods, holding a big bamboo basket in his hand that was not commensurate with his thin body, wading through the snow towards Fan with difficulty. Yang ran over: "Brother Fan, I'm back!"

He handed the basket to Fan Yang, and Fan Yang lifted the cloth to take a look, his frowning brows relaxed immediately, and he praised: "Okay, great, thanks to you!"

Wen Heng stared at the scene and thought for a moment before he realized that it was Ah Que.

The child he picked up from the Baoan Temple was persuaded by his hype promises, so he stayed in the end.These days he was in a daze, sitting in a daze with Ah Que in the car, the child was too scared to speak.He originally promised to give Ah Que a future without worrying about food and clothing, but in the end, it all came to naught. Ah Que ran around with him, and it was even harder than wandering around.

Wen Heng suddenly thought that many people would be freed by his death, but Ah Que was a poor little guy with nowhere to go.

"A bird."

Wen Heng called him in a hoarse voice, and when he trotted up to him, he stretched out his hand to wipe the snowflakes off Aque's head, and asked, "What did you do?"

Ah Que replied straightforwardly: "Brother Fan said that the dry food we brought out is almost finished, so he told me to go around the nearby villages, can I buy some food and come back?"

He felt that he had done his part, and he was in a good mood. He even hoped that Wen Heng could praise him like Fan Yang, but he didn't expect Wen Heng's face to change suddenly, almost to anger, and the hand holding his shoulder tightened obviously, and he said sharply : "Fan Yang!"

Fan Yang was taken aback, hurried over, and asked inexplicably, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"You asked Ah Que to buy dry food?" Wen Heng suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you think?"

Fan Yang was stopped by his question, and he was stunned for a moment before he said: "This subordinate thinks that Ah Que is young, so going out will not attract people's suspicion, that's why..."

"You know how to make people suspicious!" Wen Heng finally got angry, "How old is he? What is our situation now? If you encounter pursuers, do you still expect him to come back and report to you?"

Fan Yang was so questioned that he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Wen Heng said coldly: "Don't think that I don't know what your plans are, let alone being a villain. If it's because of me that you are so tired that you can't help yourself, you might as well just give me a knife."

Now that arrest warrants and sea arrest documents are flying all over the sky, they cannot enter the city and lack food, so they can only find another way.Fan Yang did make some small calculations. For everyone in the palace, there is a risk of exposure when dealing with people, and A Que is just a child, and it is more convenient to handle things than adults.

Furthermore, Ah Que is not from Prince Qing's Mansion after all, even if there is an "in case", if he dies, he is just a little beggar with no context, and it is not considered a loss to the Palace.

Ah Que was young and easy to fool, and wanted to repay Wen Heng. Fan Yang persuaded him almost effortlessly. He expected that he would not go to Wen Heng, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Wen Heng so soon——

Not to mention that Wen Heng would care so much.

Fan Yang was overwhelmed by Wen Heng's words. He was extremely ashamed, but also deeply felt the love hidden in his words. He almost buried his head in the ground: "My lord, calm down! This subordinate knows it's wrong!"

A Que didn't understand their twists and turns. He didn't realize that Wen Heng was angry for himself. He thought it was because he was not good enough to do things that made him unhappy, and Fan Yang was punished. He explained in a panic: "I was very careful all the way. , not being followed or followed...Young Master, don't blame Big Brother Fan."

At the end, his voice was already tinged with tears, Wen Heng pulled him into his arms, and hugged his thin and trembling body tightly.

"I don't blame you... I didn't..."

Wen Heng's murmured whispers seemed to be mixed with a handful of sand, and the hot breath fell on his frozen pale skin, the temperature was almost scalding.Ah Que was so panicked that he didn't know what to do, he didn't dare to move, his whole body froze in place like an ice sculpture.Until the hand that hugged him suddenly loosened, the young man's figure suddenly fell down like a landslide.

"Son!"

Amid the high fever and drowsiness, Wen Heng felt that someone moved him to the rough straw. The dry grass was not soft, and it was even a bit harsh. The smell of soot and dust went straight to the sky, and there was also a cold wind that could not be dispelled by the campfire... ...All of these made him feel strange, but apart from being strange, they were also so precious, so precious that he wanted to cry out loud.

This is a "line of life."

He had almost reached the verge of "death", but after he blurted out the words to question Fan Yang, Wen Heng suddenly understood one thing.

He resented the coincidence of fate, and regretted why he did not die together with the Wangfu, but he never thought that Baoan Temple was the exit of this catastrophe.Every winter, it is unstoppable to burn incense. It was originally an errand for the princess, but this time the timing of her illness was so coincidental that Wen Heng had to be sent to a temple in the wilderness——

With such painstaking efforts, it was as if he had already anticipated the imminent catastrophe, so he seized the opportunity to arrange for the most concerned person to avoid the center of the vortex.Even from now on, he will no longer have the protection of his parents, and will have to face the unknown storms of this life alone.

Wen Heng blamed Fan Yang for letting a child take risks for them, but he never thought about it carefully. In the eyes of the princess, he is also a child who has no power to protect himself.

And Ah Que is a mirror, which directly reflects himself, the one he hates the most, who clearly wants to do something but can't do anything, but is still tolerated and protected by others.

He even wanted to die.

Wen Heng was suddenly overwhelmed by the state of life and death, mixed with sorrow and joy, and his emotions were agitated. Qingming, who was already as weak as a candle in the wind, was finally overwhelmed, his eyes went dark, and he passed out completely.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Heng woke up again from his coma.What became clear with the recovery of consciousness was the scream of sharp blades piercing the wind not far away and the sound of painful cries from time to time.

His heart skipped a beat, he cautiously didn't open his eyes, closed his eyes and held his breath to listen, and sure enough, in the midst of the noise, he heard Fan Yang yelling loudly: "The dog thief is so shameless! If you have the guts, come out and fight with grandpa. What kind of hero is the danger!"

An old voice said with a sneer, "What do you need to pay attention to when you arrest the imperial court criminals?"

The sound of fighting was scattered all over the ruined temple. The opponent sounded like a large number of people, and their martial arts were not weak, and they were inextricably fighting with the guards of the palace.Wen Heng tried to bend his fingers, but he was still able to move, but every joint in his body was sore and sore, and his temples hurt like needles. He gritted his teeth and endured it for a while. After a while of headache, he realized it later. I realized that I probably had a fever.

He had no time to care about his body, so he could only take advantage of the remaining breathing space to think about countermeasures.However, Wen Heng has no martial arts after all, so he can't hide his breath, if the sound of breathing falls on the ears of a person with high cultivation level, he knows that this person has woken up.Just as he was thinking wildly about how to get out of trouble, a cold long sword was stuck to his throat like a poisonous snake, and the old voice said: "Since the little prince is awake, why don't you get up and see how your subordinates have been beaten like dogs in the water!" of."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Wen Heng covered his heart and coughed a few times, and sat up with difficulty propped up on the dirt floor, as if he was going to die in the next moment, and asked in a weak voice: "Your Majesty, may I ask which road is the hero?"

This dizziness lasted him all afternoon, and the bonfire in the temple had already dimmed. Fortunately, there was still a faint skylight outside, so that Wen Heng could see the whole appearance of the visitor: it was a short old man with ragged clothes, disheveled white hair, and a hooked nose with a drooping Eyes, born with a gloomy face.There is a cowhide scabbard single knife pinned to his waist, the handle of which has been wiped clean, presumably this is his serious weapon, the sword in his hand is just obtained from someone else, and is temporarily used to intimidate him.

"This kid is not afraid in the face of danger, but he still has a bit of toughness." The old man smiled sinisterly, "Since that is the case, I am not afraid to tell you, the Yellow Eagle Gang of Tianmen City, you fell into my hands today, but you died unjustly." .”

"It turns out that the Yellow Eagle Gang." Wen Heng nodded, thought for a long time, and said sincerely, "Sure enough, I haven't heard of it."