wind geese

In early spring and February, it is warm and cold.

In western Hunan, the river water is as clear as green, and golden rapeseed flowers are blooming everywhere.

Yiling County is located on the official road that goes from south to north. In the afternoon, a teahouse in the county is doing very well. The wooden signboard with the word "tea" at the door is flipped in the wind, and the seven or eight wooden tables in the teahouse are almost full.Merchants and passers-by love to sit here, gossip from the imperial court to the countryside is their gossip.

"Have you heard that something happened to the Luo family in Jiangnan two months ago!" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a mustache, with a Wu Nong accent and a dusty face, with a small abacus on his waist. There was a large pannier at his feet.He is very talkative, from the moment he sat in the tea room, he chatted with Hu Chuihai next to him.

"Which Luo family?" An uncle asked curiously.

"You don't know this? It's the Luo family in Jiangnan Zhurong Mountain Villa, the only private mountain village allowed by our court to forge weapons." Seeing the horoscope attracted everyone's attention, he suddenly regained his energy, picked up the tea bowl, and took a sip. Then he said, "You know, in our dynasty, if the people do not have the permission of the court, it is a felony to refine weapons privately. In Zhurong Villa, I heard that the ancestors actually helped the emperor Tai/Zu to fight the country, and then retreated bravely. After the establishment of the villa, Emperor Tai/Zu granted them a license to forge weapons to make a living, and this license has continued to this day, but in fact most of the weapons are still paid to the court.”

"Then there are people in the Luo family? What happened?" Someone interrupted and asked.

"Hush—" Bazihu ​​lowered his voice in a mysterious manner, attracting everyone to gather their heads.

"rebellion!"

"!!!"

Seeing that everyone was shocked, the mustache leaned back and continued, "On the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month last year, Luo Xiaoting, the owner of Zhurong Villa, entered the palace to face the saint. I thought it was a regular meeting, but I didn't expect to just enter the palace gate , was taken down, charged with treason, and was beheaded on the same day. At the same time, Zhurong Villa was besieged by a large number of officers and soldiers. Amao, Amao, was killed without leaving anything behind..."

"Bang!"

Just as the character Hu was talking, there was a sudden sound of a tea bowl being slammed on the table on the right.

Everyone was startled. They turned their heads and saw a young man sitting at the table. He was dressed in plain black clothes, but his profile was very handsome. He had a straight nose, deep eyes, and slanted eyebrows. Tall and straight, he should be quite tall when standing up, but his figure is very thin and his complexion is very pale.His table didn't order snacks and side dishes like the others. There was only a bowl of the most ordinary tea, and it was shaken three points by him just now.

Bazihu ​​hissed secretly, and heard someone next to him ask, "How did the Luo family rebel, and how did the sage know about it?"

"Looking at the court notice, it is only said that the Luo family was found to be related to King Yong's rebellion 20 years ago, but I heard some news from hearsay." The character Hu twitched his beard and shook his head, "This King Yong is the third son of the Holy Majesty today. Brother, after the rebellion was suppressed, he fled to the coast of Yuhang with his subordinates. He wanted to escape to the east, but he committed suicide by the seaside under the siege of the imperial court. It was the twelfth lunar month, and it was 20 years at the end of last year, but at that time, the government found that there were traces of burning sacrifices on the seashore, and under the traces, the sand was loose, and a sword was dug out after digging. It seems that it was forged by famous masters, but upon investigation, it turns out that it is the Quanyuan Sword, the personal weapon of Luo Xunqiu, son of Cast Rong Villa!"

"!!!" Everyone was in an uproar.

Someone asked, "How did the Luo family explain this?"

"Explanation?" A scholar-like man on the side sneered, and interjected, "As for the matter of treason, I would rather be killed by mistake than let it go in vain. What's more, King Yong's rebellion has always been a barb in the Holy Majesty's heart. Now that the evidence is so strong, the Holy Majesty will still listen to Luo. Home explanation?"

"Since this sword belongs to Mr. Luo, could it be done by him alone?" Someone asked again.

"Young Master Luo is only 22 or 20 years old, what he knew [-] years ago, Luo Xiaoting can't get rid of this matter anyway. What's more, the crime of treason, punishing the three clans is already a minor crime." He said nonsense.

"Oh, I'm really looking for death..." Everyone sighed.

"So the three families of the Luo family were really killed?" Someone asked again.

"Hmm..." Hu twirled his beard and squinted his eyes. Everyone suddenly felt gossip again, and immediately moved closer.

"It is said that Luo Xunqiu who was killed was actually Luo Xiaoting's second son, who was born to his concubine. Luo Xiaoting also had an eldest son who was born to his first wife. What is his name... Luo Xunfeng, I heard Back then, he was a handsome and arrogant young man. It was just that he made a big mistake seven years ago and was kicked out of the house. Now no one knows where he went, what he looked like, and whether he was alive or dead. His pursuit is probably a dead letter, if this person is still alive, it will be considered a blessing in disguise, and he has survived."

"Then what did his eldest son do wrong?"

"Hmph," the character Hu curled up his lips and said, "The obscene//humiliating mother!"

"Tsk tsk, bah bah!" For a while, everyone showed contempt.

"This Luo family really doesn't have a good thing."

"The big family is really picky!"

"The eldest lady of the Luo family died of illness when the eldest son was four years old, why did the eldest son prostitute// humiliate his mother?"

Just when everyone was spit on the Luo family's affairs, a cold voice suddenly came from the side. youth.

The young man still turned his face sideways, and didn't look at the side of the mustache, but just looked down at the teacup in his hand.

"Yo, this little brother also knows something? Come and talk about it." Ba Zihu was inexplicably scared in his heart, but he still smiled and smoothed things over.

"People in the rivers and lakes spread rumors, it's better not to talk about such rumors!" The young man stood up while talking, took out a few copper coins from his waist and threw them on the table, without looking at the crowd, he turned and left the teahouse.

Everyone was stunned.

"Could this young man be Luo Xunfeng!?" Suddenly one person was amazed.

"..." Bazihu ​​was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands and said, "Probably not, Luo Xunfeng is about 25-[-] now, this young man doesn't look so old."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The owner of the tea shop came to the place where the young man was sitting just now, and collected money to clean the table.He saw that the seemingly simple young man actually gave three copper coins more, which was a bit surprising.

"Hey, Lao Liu," the boss thought of the young man's lonely appearance, and seemed to be worried about something, and asked a regular customer in the teahouse, "You mean that there have been reports in several towns here recently, and there is a missing man in the family?"

"That's right," Old Liu said to him, "Didn't you see the notice of missing persons on the street? My nephew who works in the county government office said that four reports have been received by the nearby government offices. What, you Got a clue?"

Just as the boss wanted to return him, he suddenly cried out in distress, "Oh, my bowl!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the teacup that the young man used just now had been picked up by the boss and placed on the tray. It has become countless small pieces.

"!!!"

Everyone was shocked. Looking outside the teahouse, the figure of the young man had already disappeared into the long street.

Su Yu left the teahouse and walked towards the gate of the city.

His hands were tightly clenched into fists hanging by his side, and he managed to calm down the anger in his heart, but there was a faint pain in his chest.

Now is not the time to cause trouble, you must find the eldest young master quickly and tell him about Zhurong Villa.

Fortunately, during the years when the young master left the village, the owner of the village also secretly sent people to inquire about him. Although no one else was found, some traces of his whereabouts were found.Relying on some surviving clues, Su Yu traveled day and night without any rest, all the way from Jiangnan to Sichuan, and then came to Xiangxi, finally got a reliable clue and locked this place.In the past few days, he searched towns and villages one by one, hoping to find him before the young master left again.

Su Yu reached out and pressed his aching chest, and in spite of the onset of internal injuries, he quickened his pace of leaving the city.

But what he didn't expect was that at the corner of the street, someone looked at him with a malicious smile on his face.