Startled Meng

Yu Fang knew that when she came out of Zhang Shaoqiu's other courtyard, Huang Yue was dozing sleepily on a loose cloud pillow.

There was still a while before the city gate opened, Yu Fangzhi walked slowly.

As far as the eye can see, the darkness of the night stretches as far as the eye can see, and there are no ghosts to be found. Ruku is not afraid of being seen, so he shows up and follows behind Yu Fangzhi.

"Master, this subordinate feels that Zhang Shaoqiu is untrustworthy."

Yu Fangzhi asked back: "Is it because he promised that he would not let people find Yujia's mistakes again unbelievable, or is it unbelievable that he said that he has a way to make Wei Cheng unable to turn himself around?"

Ru Ku hesitated and said: "He knows the identity of the master, and even threatened the safety of the Yu clan to co-operate with the master... There is no guarantee that he will not kill the donkey after all things are done."

Walking outside with the identity of a language expert, it is easy for others to catch him, not to mention that Zhang Shaoqiu already knows his true identity, so it is too dangerous to hold the handle in other people's hands.

Ruku thought of Yu Fangzhi and knew, "It is no longer the situation when I entered Beijing last year. If I want to succeed, I will not be able to retreat unscathed. I can't hide my identity for a long time."

If Zhang Shaoqiu knew about it, there was still room for discussion. If Wei Cheng knew about it, he would definitely kill it. Besides, Ruku knew that there were other reasons for the cooperation between the master and Zhang Shaoqiu.

When he entered Beijing last year, the master used his contacts in the capital, and Lord Yan even took half his life to eradicate the court officials involved in the incident one by one. Wei Cheng broke his arm but did not hurt his life.

The master is fledgling, Lord Yan's influence in the court is limited, it is difficult to hurt Wei Cheng, and it is a long way to go to reverse the case for the Meng family.

Fu Chun struggled to find the fault that could make it difficult for Wei Cheng to stand up. Bi Zhixing was not sure that he would not make a move. Only Wei Cheng's mortal enemy Zhang Shaoqiu did not hesitate to go with his master.

Ruku followed Yu Fangzhi's side, and had a panoramic view of his relentless spirit under the night. At the beginning, he was so impressed by his courage that he was willing to follow behind him.

He once suspected that the master who was with Mr. Yan was trapped by love, but now it seems that it is his villainous heart.

It's just that you really have no selfishness in cooperating with Zhang Shaoqiu this time?

Just listening to the voice of Yu Fangzhi was clear and powerful in the night: "Zhang Shaoqiu only said half of what he said. Although he wants to cooperate, he will not fully trust us. You send someone to keep an eye on Zhang Shaoqiu. I want to know what he wants to do next. "

The sky was faintly white, Yu Fangzhi stayed up all night, the blood in his eyes was more dazzling than the red light spreading in the east, but he seemed to be tireless, his back was still as bright as a hundred thousand red feathers in the rising sun.

"Go into the city."

"It's time to see off."

At the back gate of Dali Temple, a dusty carriage was parked.

Inside the door, Fu Chun stood beside Yu Fangzhi with his hands behind his back, looking at the carriageway: "Go, see your uncle for a ride."

Yu Fangzhi nodded, put the cap that he had prepared on top of his head, bowed to Fu Chun, and went out to drive the horse.

"drive!"

The people in the car were already fidgeting, they trembled when they heard the movement, and lifted the curtain to look over.

"Old man, go back and sit down, we have to hurry."

The scenery on both sides quickly receded, blurring Yu Feng's eyes, and he said blankly: "But, but I don't want to leave yet——"

"Father!" Yu Feng's son Yu Sibo persuaded, "The caravan that came all the way got involved in the substandard drug case, implicating us and imprisoning us innocently. Only with the kindness of Mr. Fu can we leave without guilt. More than good."

Yu Feng shook his head stubbornly, sighed bitterly, and said, "When I found out that the child was in Yecheng, I rushed over immediately. How can I leave without being seen?"

Yu Sibo put a coat on Yu Feng's shoulders, and comforted him: "If Xiao Yuan can escape, he must be hiding somewhere incognito. How can anyone find him easily?"

Yu Sibo was not as optimistic as Yu Feng, and there was a high probability that he would have problems with the caravan. The letter sent home was also very strange. It was Yu Feng who insisted on coming, so he followed.

"You said you didn't enter Beijing until you got definite news?"

The groom suddenly turned around and asked, which shocked the father and son.

Yu Fangzhi consciously made a slip of the tongue, turned his head quickly, and pumped his ass vigorously to cover up, "Drive!"

Yu Sibo blamed the groom in his heart for eavesdropping, and he pulled Yu Feng's sleeve vigilantly, "Father—"

Yu Feng stared at the corner of the groom's chin in a daze, and said in a daze, "My little brother looks familiar."

"My lord is just joking, I'm just a groom."

The exposed fingers were rough but clean and slender, and there was no trace of mud between the fingers. Yu Feng didn't believe his words, but said: "The carriage is driven skillfully, it's excellent."

How could the lord of Dali Temple send ordinary grooms to sneak him out of the city?The person in front of him looked strong and strong, and he was not an ordinary person. Yu Feng thought that he was about to leave the city, and it would be too late if he didn't ask, so he hurriedly asked, "Little brother, do you know the Meng family that fell overnight 14 years ago?"

"Father!" Yu Sibo stopped, and said to the carriageway very apologetically, "My father likes to recall old things when he gets old, so please bear with him."

The speaker seemed to have no intention of saying: "When you are old, you can live in peace and enjoy the family happiness. The past is just a passing cloud, so don't think about it."

He took a sneak peek just now and saw that his uncle was in good health except for being a little tired, and his cousin didn't look miserable. Thinking about it, what happened back then didn't affect them too much.

He couldn't help telling: "Don't come back after leaving Beijing this time."

Yu Feng smiled wryly: "If I don't know the whereabouts of that child, I'll just assume that he has already returned to his homeland, and it would be easy to burn paper money every Qingming Festival, but now I doubt that he is still alive, so how can I leave him wandering outside with peace of mind? "

"How do you know that he is in a bad situation now? If he is a blessed person and meets noble people to help him, will he be able to live comfortably all his life?"

Yu Feng was startled, and then laughed, looking like he was stupid, only to hear him say: "That child is a spoiled child, born in a prominent family, it's okay to be playful and mischievous, everyone dotes on him, but His parents are long gone, there is no shelter, how can he bear the suffering of being displaced?"

He stared intently at the groom's broad back, and sighed: "If he is still here, he is about the same age as you. When he was young, he was chubby. I don't know if he will be as tall and strong as you when he grows up..."

Yu Fangzhi listened quietly, his mind was distracted for a moment, he didn't turn the horse's head in time, he reined in so fast that the carriage was almost thrown away, and Yu Feng, who was sitting on the carriage board, turned out yelling.

Yu Fangzhi quickly grabbed him, "Sit down."

He wanted to let go but was held tightly by Yu Feng.

Yu Feng stared at his face in surprise, "You—"

Yu Fangzhi shook off his hand, lowered the brim of his hat, and drove the horse on the road again as if nothing had happened.

"father!"

Yu Fangzhi heard the sound of cloth rubbing, and a few sobs, and then he whipped the horsewhip louder, as if he was hitting the tip of his own nose. At the same time, in the howling cold wind, his eyes turned red .

When he was young, he looked forward to his uncle's visit the most. Every time Yu Feng came, there was a box full of snacks and snacks, but this was not enough, and he had to be carried to the corner of the street to buy shortbread.

When Mrs. Meng saw it, she scolded her. She first scolded her son for being gluttonous, then turned around and scolded her elder brother for being stupid. He was the one who fed the fat kid.

Yu Fangzhi had hidden these memories in his heart and had nowhere to express them, but he didn't want to be uttered clearly by this gray-haired old man at this moment.

"I hope that the rest of his life will be smooth and safe, that he will have many children and a long life, and that he will live well..."

The figure in front of Yu Feng's eyes was very blurred. He quickly wiped away his tears and said with a choked voice, "Son, child, why didn't you come to see your uncle while you were still alive?"

"Father? What are you talking about?"

Yu Feng's eyes were red: "Good boy, uncle will not be your burden. Uncle leaves Beijing, and he will never come again after leaving Beijing..."

The wet soil outside the city was uneven, the carriages and horses were bumping, and two lines of tears came out.

Leaving the city, the rest of the road went his own way, Yu Fangzhi didn't say anything, covered his hat, threw the whip into Yu Sibo's arms, and left without looking back.

Yu Sibo put down his whip and wiped away Yu Feng's tears, "Father, we are leaving."

Yu Feng burst into tears: "Okay! Let's go!"

Yu Sibo comforted: "One day, we will meet Jingyuan."

Yu Feng broke down in tears and kept nodding.

The carriage started back on the road and slowly drove towards the place where the rising sun rose.

On the city tower, Yan Cijing stood tall in the warm sunlight, making it difficult to distinguish his expression.

The author says:

Happy holidays! ^3^