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Xuan Yuan took off the white fox fur and covered Feng Qi's body.That movement was very gentle, but the gaze after getting up was extremely sharp.He ordered his men who were pretending to be inn clerks: "Rush to Yucheng before sunset, and cross the river as soon as possible to avoid accidents!"

So the carriage galloped through the snow again.

In the narrow space in the carriage, Feng Qi was wrapped in Xuan Yuan's thick clothes, looking sleepily at the snowy wild forest passing by outside the curtain lifted by the wind.

Xuanyuan sighed: "Back then, Master was such a romantic and wonderful person. He became a Taoist priest for the sake of King Wen. Tight, I entrusted my last wish to you before I died."

Feng Qi didn't say a word, Xuan Yuan said to himself again, "Master pretended to be crazy for half his life, but he was still thinking about that person before he died. He wanted you to guard the country for three generations...Three generations, senior brother, you are destined to die Fang rested."

"King Wen became ill in his later years, and after listening to children's songs from somewhere, he firmly believed that the heavenly ghost would descend to the earth to destroy the Zhou Dynasty. First, he ordered the arrest of Gaojing's youngest son, and then he wanted to kill his own youngest son. He is really going to become a tyrant who killed his own son, so what is the difference from Zhou of Shang? It is needless to mention the mediocrity of the common king, but if we say that the decline of the Zhou family really started from the generation of King Wen." Xuan Yuan did not shy away from criticizing the former king, "Such a foolish king, is it worthy of your assistance, brother? If you killed the king and seized the throne when King Wen killed Lord Qi Tong, and replaced him, the world would have been in great order..."

"Junior brother is really eloquent, and he can speak of treason so righteously. Feng Yun told you all of this?" Feng Qi looked at Xuanyuan faintly with dark blue eyes.After his throat was injured, his voice became much lower and hoarse, but the sarcasm in his tone was still clear and frightening.

"Jinghou Xiong is generous, loves the people like a son, and only such a king is worthy of assistance." Xuan Yuan glanced at Feng Qi, with a trace of pity in his eyes, "You have saved him for 20 years, the king of the king, and you have done your best. Maybe Lu Changqing is Yinghuo descended to earth and ignited the flames of war in the Central Plains. What does Nobile have in her throat? Does it feel good? Brother, why are you here!"

The cold wind poured in from the window, blowing away Feng Qi's long hair.His face was extremely calm, and he closed his eyes, like a wolf in the snow, silently waiting for something.

The carriage drove for several hours and entered Yucheng at sunset.Yucheng is in the west of Luoyang, and it is also the last town in the south of the Yellow River.

Xuan Yuan found an inn to stay overnight, a few of his subordinates drove the carriage into the backyard, and the rest sent the two of them upstairs.Feng Qi was helped by Xuan Yuan to sit on the couch, and then some of his subordinates brought food in.Feng Qi glanced at the door, knowing that with Xuan Yuan's meticulous thoughts, he would definitely send someone to guard the door at night.

Feng Qi was sick and weak, after a day's journey, he looked tired at the moment.Xuan Yuan knew that he had offended him, so he fed him glutinous rice balls in a small spoon.

From Feng Qi's slightly open neckline, there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

Sandalwood is used to serve the gods. Feng Qi has been in the temple for many years, and it is not surprising that Xuanyuan is stained with sandalwood.What's more, his attention is now focused on his senior brother's beautiful face.Some people are born with natural endowments, talents and looks, and what Feng Qi can get without any effort, Xuan Yuan often needs to work hard to get it.That's why there was a thought buried deep in his heart since he was a child: one day, he will compete with this man, the world will be the game, and the princes will play chess.

After thinking about it like this, he smiled wryly again, this was just his own thoughts, he, a senior brother who is the only one respected by me, would not lower his head, even if he saw it, he would just laugh it off.

Feng Qi seemed unwilling to argue again tonight, so he said in a relieved tone: "Xuan Yuan, can you help me to lie down?"

The medicine was given by Xuan Yuan, and he hurriedly helped Feng Qi lie down on the couch.

"Brother, rest well, we will arrive in Jingguo tomorrow, and I will find someone to take care of your injury." Xuan Yuan comforted, "That guy Lu Changqing injured you like this, I will never forgive him."

Xuan Yuan blew out the lamp, and fell asleep on the soft couch in front of the window.

As the night was getting darker, Feng Qi looked sideways at the window, and the bright moon was like water gently washing away Xuan Yuan's eyelashes.The appearance of sleeping is the same as when he was a child, Feng Qi thought to himself.He wished clearly in his heart that Xuan Yuan would not be able to wake up until the sun rose from his sleep.

He actually sat up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the window.

"Junior brother, if you give me medicine, you will be like an axe." He said calmly, "I melted the medicine into sandalwood, so you can't smell it?"

Feng Qi smiled slightly, took off the white fox fur on his body, and gently covered Xuan Yuan's body.

He glanced out the window, rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the window sill unhurriedly, and carefully climbed down from the second floor.

There was thick snow on the ground, and it didn't hurt if I fell when I landed.If you ride a horse from here to Luoyang, you can reach it all day and night, but stealing the horse at this moment will definitely attract Xuanyuan's men to come out to check.Feng Qilong raised his hands, breathed white air in his mouth, and walked towards the deep alley in the dark.

There are iron mines in Yucheng, and many good swords have been produced, so there are always people from all over the world gathering here.Feng Qi slipped into the stable of the Yuchang Inn, a place frequented by Jianghu guests, looked around, and fell in love with a black horse with a white stripe on its forehead.He sneaked into the inn kitchen to steal some dry food and water, curled up in the stable and continued to make friends with Luma there.

Although the time is tight, but the city gate will not be opened until the early morning, even if you are anxious, it is useless.When the sky turned white, Feng Qi had teased the horse until he lost his temper, quietly led him out of the stable, turned over and jumped, and galloped towards the city gate without looking back.

Feng Qi rode his horse and galloped on the ancient road covered by heavy snow. At the beginning of the morning sun, the hunting wind whistled in his ears, and the majestic and open Yellow River was on the left.After being curled up in Haojing for so many years, he suddenly galloped wildly on this vast land at this moment, like a bird of prey out of the cage with a hint of impulsiveness.Feng Qi couldn't help recalling that more than 20 years ago, he often rode his horse and galloped alone like this between Haojing and Yongdu in Qingguo.

Feng Qi whipped his whip suddenly, and that Luma shot forward like an arrow off the string.

After flying non-stop all day, night fell.Feng Qi didn't dare to stop, he knew that with his current physical condition, if he relaxed, he would collapse completely.What's more, the chaotic sound of horseshoes gradually becoming clear behind him can no longer be ignored.

Xuan Yuan, you only caught up after it was dark, it seems that you really slept until the sun was up, Feng Qi smiled inwardly.Fortunately, he stole a fine horse last night, otherwise with his physical strength and riding skills, Xuanyuan sent someone to chase him at noon, and he would have been overtaken by now.

After the sky is completely dark, only by the starlight reflected by the white snow can we see the way ahead clearly.Speeding towards the east, the starlight gradually faded, the sky was lit up with a hazy light at first, and then it became brighter, the morning glow was overwhelming, and the first sun rose.

In the morning light, Feng Qi finally saw the gate of Luoyang.

The hanging door is being lowered little by little.

Behind him, the wheezing and panting of the five tall horses almost sprayed on the back of Feng Qi's neck.The sweet smell in Feng Qi's throat had been suppressed by him for a long time, at this moment the speed was a little slower, and a horse chased him.The rider reached out to grab his arm, Feng Qi flicked his sleeve expressionlessly, and waved a puff of sandalwood.The rider was startled and fell behind again.

At the same time, the city gate had fallen, and Feng Qi's Lu Ma jumped into Luoyang City at this moment.

Feng Qi rode his horse and charged into the city, and some nobles in the chariots screamed loudly.Feng Qi pulled the rein and turned into an alley, he rolled off his horse, and whipped the horse again, driving it to continue running deep into the alley, and at the same time he slammed into a small door.

The family was eating breakfast around the table, when suddenly a Taoist priest in rough clothes and messy hair came in, and their expressions changed drastically.Even the chickens in the courtyard were so startled that they cooed and flapped their wings and ran around the water tank.

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the backyard.

Feng Qi shook his head, smiled wryly and said: "Old man, please take advantage of your place to hide."

The old man stood up leaning on his staff, staring at Feng Qi as if he had seen a ghost, his lips trembling.

The man on the side pointed to the wooden box in the corner, "Master, hide here."

Without saying a word, Feng Qi quickly opened the box.

In an instant, three warriors rushed in, and a table of young and old were having breakfast around the table.The old man stood up leaning on his stick, and stared tremblingly at the three warriors, as if he had seen a ghost.

One of them asked in a serious voice: "Old man, did you see a Taoist priest come in just now?"

The man put down the bowl, supported the old man, and answered for him: "Our family is eating, and we haven't seen any Taoist priests. We saw you three adults this morning."

A samurai stared at the man, then glanced around, and suddenly his eyes stopped on the folded clothes on the bed.Those are single clothes, which should not be taken out this season.Immediately, the samurai smiled coldly, staring intently at the wooden box in the corner like a sword.

He walked over step by step and drew his knife.

The man supported the old man, clenched his fists quietly, and stared at the wooden box intently.

The remaining two warriors also drew their knives and surrounded them. Even if there is a bird in the box, it is doomed.