Ding Zhou Ji

The setting sun shines in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun passes through the heavy twilight and sprinkles sparsely on this empty and cold avenue.

From the end, a small procession gradually appeared, shadowy and swift.

Eight guards, four bearers, and a red sedan chair.

Three flowing long beards, wearing a dark purple official uniform.His eyes were slightly closed, and his brows were furrowed.

Meng Yuqiao propped his forehead with his hands, and leaned against the iron wall beside him.All of a sudden, I felt the sedan chair tremble slightly, and the jade-like face suddenly showed a chill, and also, a touch of deep boredom and sadness.

His left hand touched the small bump on the car wall, his eyes slowly opened, there was no temperature, it was icy cold to the bone.

However, after waiting for a long time, or only for a moment, there was still no sound of killing outside, but only silence.The sedan chair neither continued to move, nor was it attacked in any way.

A trace of astonishment gradually appeared in the eyes that seemed to be frozen for thousands of years: Could it be that the person who came this time thought of some new assassination trick?

"Army Meng."

Those three simple words seemed like ten thousand thunderbolts struck at the same time.

The rock-steady hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, almost touching various vicious mechanisms that were instantly fatal.Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to stabilize the fluctuations in his eyes, and stabilized the already chaotic breath.The left hand was lowered from the car wall, and the right hand pressed the switch on the seat surface.

The steel car door moved away little by little.The bleak sunset squeezed in.

A slender and steady hand appeared in front of the car door.An indifferent but gentle voice muran sounded: "Mr. Meng. The sedan chair is still in the air. Please be careful."

Step out of the car door.Land on both feet.Facing a young man dressed in a commoner bunt.Meng Yuqiao had always been moody and angry.The look on his face at this time.It suddenly seemed like in a dream.

"Because the time is too rushed. Therefore, we came to meet each other before changing clothes. I hope Army Master Meng will not be offended." He said softly with a smile.With respect from the heart.

Feel the solid force coming from the palm.He chewed on the clear voice he heard in his ears.The vision of the eyes has become blurred at some point.

This figure is close at hand.But it seems that many years have passed away.

A sigh slipped quietly from the trembling thin lips: "Meng Junshi has been called... for almost ten years. No one mentions it anymore..."

"Yes. It's been ten years since we last parted."

"That time... Da Sima brought you to me... That year...you were just a 15-year-old boy with curly hair..."

"That time... I met you at Miss Li's place... That year... you just passed by, Military Commander, and there was not a trace of mottled color on your sideburns... Military Commander Meng, thank you for your hard work... Miss Li, she still Okay?"

Time flies, and the years are long.How many heavy burdens, how much loyalty, how much iron and blood tenderness.It seems to be contained in a few faint words and two long and unrestrained smiles.Then go with the wind.

"That's all, let's not talk about the past!" Meng Yuqiao looked up at the dim glow in the sky.When he looked at the person in front of him again, the blur in his eyes had become clear again: "Okay!".

After looking at it for a while, nodded, and only praised this word.Immediately, he let go of the hand that had been tightly held in his palm, stepped back half a step, and was about to bow to salute.

"This can't be done!" He took the first step and bowed his head, taking advantage of the opportunity to support the arms that were about to bow down: "Mr. Meng, are you trying to break Yin Fuque?".

This commoner bunt.At noon in the Jubao Winery, the young man who was just like a young man who just went out to run a boat was Yin Fuque who was supposed to be bedridden due to drunkenness in the suburban villa.

On the wide and empty road, there was a small sedan chair, four bearers, eight guards, and two people.

The guards were still in order.The bearer still carried the sedan chair on his shoulders.It's just that the guards, bearers, and the suspended sedan chair maintained their last-minute demeanor and posture as if they had been immobilized by someone.It seems to be frozen together with the surrounding time and space, motionless.

Only the two people standing side by side facing the tragic setting sun are alive with flesh and blood.

Meng Yuqiao has completely recovered his usual unfathomable depth.The tone is calm.The tone was cold: "So, Na Gong Weiyi is indeed not a simple character."

Yin Fuque nodded slightly and replied: "Not only is it not easy, but it is also a formidable opponent. Therefore, military advisor, you must be careful."

Meng Yuqiao didn't answer his words, but turned his head to look at the face that was still as pale as snow even under the reflection of the bloody sunset, the lines in the corners of his eyes moved, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness, how did you get so fast?" Can you sober up?"

It seemed that he was caught off guard by this unexpected question.Yin Fuque was stunned for a moment, and then, feeling a little guilty, he avoided those two burning eyes that seemed to be able to see into the depths of people's hearts, and smiled casually: "I have been with Master for so many years, I have long been betrayed by him." The old man has practiced so much that he won't get drunk...Moreover, as soon as Gong Weiyi left, I immediately took a very effective anti-alcoholic medicine, so..."

Knowing everything, Meng Yuqiao turned to the sky again, and Meng Yuqiao only said lightly: "For the sake of the people of Kyushu, please take care of yourself, Your Highness." After that, he did not continue to ask further questions.After a short moment of silence, he asked again: "Then, what is the reason behind Gong Weiyi's move?"

Yin Fuque quickly concealed that bitter smile with a free and easy indifference.After thinking for a moment, Fang said: "According to my speculation, he should use the annual sweep of Jiuding the day after tomorrow to find out the hidden insider of revenge in the palace."

Hardly thinking too much, Meng Yuqiao's pupils shrank slightly, and he said: "Then, I will find out Brother Qin. Finally, calmly, I will wipe out the base camp of the army." Every word was cold, every sentence Chilling, clanging bursts, and the sound of golden armor.

"The military division coincides with my thinking. But..." Yin Fuque seemed to smile a little shyly: "It took me a while to figure it out..."

Meng Yuqiao couldn't help looking at him with a little more kindness: "Your Highness, I have eaten more food than you for ten years..." Afterwards, he laughed at himself and said coldly: " Besides, isn't this kind of intrigue and trickery exactly what I'm good at?"

Yin Fuque didn't know what to say to his helplessness, he could only be silent for a while, and then restarted the conversation: "I have already told Wang Dahan that not only did we arrange for us to suspend the matter of finding an opportunity to enter the imperial palace the day after tomorrow, but Even all his contact with Old General Qin has been suspended. Because... I suspect that the traitor hidden in the revenge campaign is still in the dark, waiting for an opportunity."

Seeing Meng Yuqiao hearing the words, frowning and thinking, he asked again: "I don't know what the military commander thinks about this matter?"

Twirling his beautiful beard with his hands, he turned his body halfway slowly, facing the road leading to the palace, with his back to Yin Fuque, Meng Yuqiao said in a low voice, "Your Highness will leave it to me to handle this matter." Bar!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yin Fuque looked at the back half submerged in the darkness, bowed his fists, and said solemnly: "In this way, there will be Lao Meng's army teacher."

A loud laugh, full of pride.Turning around, he was very pleased: "Okay!"

It's just this simple word again, after finishing speaking, there is no more to say, and with a flick of the long gown, he leans over into the sedan chair.

Before completely returning to that iron-walled and isolated space, a word without any waves came out: "Your Highness, the day we meet again is the time to restore our country."

Waiting for the sedan door to be closed tightly, Yin Fuque, who had been maintaining a respectful posture all along, suddenly had a serious look on his face.Following the pouring of the handful of gravel in his hand, his person also floated up on the ground, and disappeared outside the several-foot-high parapet wall in the blink of an eye.

Guard, bearer, small sedan chair.

High walls, setting sun, avenues.

Business as usual.