Traversing the Good Lord

"Bo Feng Muyun of Xuanliang Ping County, return to Beijing today, there must be no mistakes. I respect you." A strange middle-aged eunuch raised his voice, and looked at Feng Muyun with piercing eyes after he finished reading, his eyes were a little arrogant.

Feng Muyun loosened his grip on the dress, reluctantly gave a salute, and said hoarsely: "Minister, take the order."

The middle-aged eunuch put the yellow scroll into Feng Muyun's hands with a smile, and said, "Master Feng is really auspicious, and he has his own destiny. It's okay to fall into that ravine. I'm afraid I lost my mind, and after I survived, I didn't go back to Chang'an, but ran to Yangzhou, so Your Majesty can find it easily."

Before Feng Muyun could speak, the people beside him spoke first.

"Get out." The voice was cold.

The smile on the eunuch's face froze for a moment, his face turned purple, but he didn't dare to say anything, he just lowered his head and ran away.

"You, so what if you let him say a few words? You are having a hard time in Yangzhou now. If he goes back to Chang'an and chews his tongue again, it will be even worse for you." Feng Muyun walked to her side and pulled her up. hands, eyes full of worry.

Qin Liangjun only snorted coldly, then changed the subject, obviously not paying attention.

"Why did the imperial decree come as soon as Gu Yi left?" An ordinary question fully revealed the suspicion in his heart.

Feng Muyun was silent for a moment, held her hand tightly, and said: "Maybe His Majesty Qinhuang has too much eyeliner, Gu Yi won't talk nonsense."

Qin Liangjun looked at her, seeing her determined expression, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.He didn't say anything stupid about not letting her go, but just quietly stayed by her side, and the two of them had nothing to say for a day.

It was night, Feng Muyun sat in Qin Liangjun's room for a while and didn't know what to say, so he said "good night" and got up to leave.

"Stay with me." Qin Liangjun half leaned on the couch, tilting his head to persuade him to stay.The bright candlelight hit her side face, which looked a little dazzling.

Feng Muyun stopped inexplicably and closed the door, only to realize that he had agreed to stay with her overnight when he was embraced by her, and his face was stained red for a moment.

Qin Liangjun hugged her quietly and said nothing, Feng Muyun's beating heart slowly calmed down, and he moved his head to make himself more comfortable.

Peeking at Qin Liangjun, she saw that she was staring at the ceiling, wondering what she was thinking.Feng Muyun secretly sighed in his heart, once he went to Chang'an, the two of them didn't know how long they would be apart.

Qin Liangjun suddenly turned over and pressed on Feng Muyun's body. The tip of their noses touched each other, and their hot breaths intersected, which seemed to scald their hearts.Feng Muyun's heart beat faster again, and his eyes dodged to one side.

Qin Liangjun tightened his arms at once, buried his face in the hollow of her neck, and said, "I hope you are fine." After saying this, there was nothing else.

Feng Muyun understood her, and hugged her tightly back, whispering: "Don't worry, we both will be fine."

After waiting for three days, Feng Muyun finally embarked on the road back to Chang'an.

"Mistress, are you still thinking about Miss?" A spacious and exquisite carriage was slowly driving surrounded by some soldiers, and a faint voice came from the carriage.

There were two people sitting in this carriage, one was Feng Muyun who came back to Chang'an from Yangzhou, and the other was a little maidservant girl named Nineteen.

Nineteen has a baby face, looks thirteen or fourteen years old, but is actually seventeen.Hearing from Qin Liangjun that Nineteen had practiced martial arts since childhood and had a keen mind, he asked Feng Muyun to take him with him.

Accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling, Feng Muyun nodded slightly.

She knew that she would not live in peace when she went to Chang'an this time, so she left Yang'er in Yangzhou.Although Yang'er has cultivated a relationship with Qin Liangjun these days, he still wants to kiss her more.When she left that day, the person who had never shown any signs of expression burst into tears, but he still couldn't keep her.

She thought that Yang'er must have blamed her in his heart.She promised not to leave several times, but in the end she was still left alone, she must have been heartbroken.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help sighing, and she felt uncomfortable.She misses Yang'er, and misses Qin Liangjun even more. She wonders if that man is having a good time these few days.

"Mistress, you will arrive at the boundary of Chang'an tomorrow, don't worry, Nineteen will definitely protect you." Looking at Feng Muyun's frowning look, Nineteen couldn't help but comfort him.

Qin Liangjun's subordinates now call Feng Muyun the mistress when there is no outsider, and Feng Muyun is happy to hear it, so he doesn't change his words.Getting along with Nineteen day and night these days, Feng Muyun also knew that this person was still a bit girlish, so he couldn't bear to flatter her when he heard her words, so he just nodded with a smile.

No matter how long the road is, there will be an end, and the group finally arrived in Chang'an.Just outside the city of Chang'an, the soldiers who escorted them along the way were led by a captain to bid farewell to Feng Muyun.These people are all Qin Liangjun's soldiers, she sent out because she was afraid that Feng Muyun's road would not go well, and now they have arrived outside Chang'an City, so naturally they have to say goodbye and leave.

"Let's go." Feng Muyun told the coachman, and the coachman raised the whip and lowered it lightly. The horse neighed and dragged the carriage slowly towards Chang'an City.

"Master, you're back!" Before Feng Muyun got off the carriage, he lifted the curtain from a distance and found a group of people standing outside Liang Ping's mansion. As soon as she showed up, Qiuyue rushed over with red eyes.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." The old butler saw that his hair had turned gray again, and he couldn't stop muttering, and some of the servants behind him also started to express their condolences.

Feng Muyun has always been very kind to his servants, it was an exception in this ancient time when servants were not treated as human beings, so these servants also liked this master very much.Now that the master came back alive without accident, they are naturally happy.

"Go, go, go to work." The old butler saw that these servants had blocked the door of the mansion, and couldn't help laughing and cursing, and then everyone dispersed one by one reluctantly. stare.

After the servants dispersed, they made way out. The old butler led Feng Muyun to walk in, and said as he walked, "These little brats just forgot the rules because they were happy in their hearts. Master, don't blame them."

Feng Muyun sized him up as he walked, and said with a smile: "It's not that Uncle Fu doesn't know me. If this is the case, how can I blame them? This mansion hasn't changed at all."

Qiuyue immediately took over the conversation and said, "How dare you change if the master hasn't come back?"

Feng Muyun's heart warmed up, and the gloom since leaving Yangzhou dissipated a little.

"Lord Feng, my lord is here to invite you."

Before Feng Muyun could sit still, he saw a servant coming to deliver a message.Looking at the young servant's attire, he knew it was from the Zhao family, and walked out without the slightest hesitation, following behind her steadfastly.

When they arrived at Duke Zhao's mansion, they didn't see Zhao Baiyao, so the young man led her directly to the inner courtyard.Zhao Rong was wearing fox fur, lying on a rocking chair, holding a small stove in his wrinkled hands.When Feng Muyun got closer, he realized that Zhao Rong's hair had turned completely white after not seeing him for two years.

"Master." Feng Muyun called softly, walking in front of him unconsciously before stopping.

Zhao Rong seemed to be startled, his body trembled slightly, then he raised his eyelids, glanced at Feng Muyun and then closed them slowly, and said, "I'm old, I feel sleepy when I sit."

There was a sense of kindness in the tone, as if they had just met yesterday, and there was nothing unfamiliar.

Feng Muyun felt relieved, sat down beside him, and said, "It's easy to get sleepy in winter, Master, don't think too much about it."

Zhao Rong smacked his lips and smiled, but his eyes were still closed, and he said after a while: "There have been frequent wars in the north in the past two years, and Baiyao has been staying there. If you hadn't come back, the old man would still be here." There's really no one to talk to."

"I heard that Baiyao is now a loyal general of the third rank. I didn't fall into your master's name. I knew that he had excellent military skills." Feng Muyun followed his words.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Rong heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep look at her, and said, "You just didn't put your mind on this, otherwise, Baiyao can't compare to you."

Feng Muyun didn't know how to reply for a while, so he just bowed his head and remained silent.

Zhao Rong didn't say a word, after a long time, he sighed softly and said, "I'm afraid it will be hard for you to come back from Yangzhou now."

Feng Muyun said "En", she knew that the old man in front of her looked old and weak, but she was transparent in her heart.Now that His Majesty the Qin Emperor has an heir, he was already wary of Liang Jun, but he did not take the initiative to return to Chang'an after "living", but instead appeared in Yangzhou. Emperors have been suspicious since ancient times.

Zhao Rong continued: "The old man is idle at home all day now, and he likes to recall some things when he was young. Thinking about taking you as a disciple back then and bringing you to Chang'an, to this point, I don't know whether it is right or wrong. "

"Master, how can you say that? If it wasn't for Master, Mu Yun would have died by the sword of the Huns long ago, not to mention his current status. Just alive, he is better than before." Feng Muyun said indifferently. Said.

Zhao Rong laughed out loud after hearing this, and couldn't help coughing a few times at the end of the laugh. After Feng Muyun helped him, he continued, "Yes, I haven't figured it out before you. Living is the best thing." Yes. The old man is already at this age, and he thinks about living a few more years all day long. Only by living can there be hope, you know?"

Feng Muyun squinted his eyes, feeling that his words contained deep meaning, but he couldn't comprehend them for a while, so he could only respond in a muffled voice.

In the Qinhuang Palace, in the Imperial Study Room.

"Xiu Niang, Feng Muyun will arrive in Chang'an today." His Majesty Qin Huang leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed the center of his brows, seeming a little troubled.

The woman he called the embroidered lady wore a light green patterned gauze embroidered skirt, and slowly moved behind him. She covered the acupuncture points on both sides of his forehead with a pair of white and tender hands, rubbed them gently, and said warmly in her mouth: "Your Majesty is ready How to arrange it?"

Eunuch Cheng'en, who was standing with his head down, sighed insignificantly when he heard the embroidered lady's direct inquiry about the future, and lowered his head a little more.

This embroidered lady was met two years ago when His Majesty the Emperor Qin took two of his highnesses out of the palace to play, and she was taken into the palace that night, and was named Jieyu the next day.Let’s say this woman is stunningly beautiful, there are others in the palace who are even better, but His Majesty the Emperor of Qin just dotes on her, and even asks this woman’s opinion on some court affairs from time to time, this kind of treatment has never been given to Empress Su in the palace of.

In the past two years, this woman can be said to be loved by three thousand people, from a commoner outside the palace to the current imperial concubine.If it wasn't for Empress Su with the support of two His Royal Highnesses, life would have been even more difficult.

His Majesty Qin Huang sighed and did not reply. He casually picked up a memorial, flipped through it, and threw it back on the table irritably.

The embroidered lady's massaging hand became a little heavier, and she said: "Your Majesty is worried about how to arrange for that Lord Lord?"

His Majesty Qin Huang closed his eyes and leaned back again, saying: "That's right. This Feng Muyun has made extraordinary achievements in battle, and he is also a disciple of Duke Zhao, so he has a lot of prestige in the army. He is a good talent that can be used, but unfortunately..." Qin Huang His Majesty stopped talking, but everyone in the room knew what he didn't say.

The embroidered lady rolled her eyeballs, thinking about her heart, and a cold smile appeared from the corner of her mouth.