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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 65"

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series = ["General’s Gown"]

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Palm print. Heart-piercing screams and begging for mercy seemed to echo in his ears. These sounds tortured his heart all the time, making him sleepless and sleepless at night.

Perhaps there is only one place to redeem him, that is a verdant valley with wet green pine and bamboo, winding gravel paths, and hundreds of children reading loudly. Every night, red lanterns are lit up on the road in the forest. Under the lantern, someone must be waiting for him.

But the road is too far, he can't go back anymore.

Yan Changqing opened his eyes and looked at Murong Xiu softly. He suddenly remembered that the fourteen-year-old Murong Xiu was in front of the tomb of the imperial concubine Xian. His eyes were flushed and his hair was scattered. At that time, he vowed to protect him and help him be a good emperor.

He was wrong.

If he hadn't appeared in the first place, everything would not be what it is now. It's a pity that everything in the world will only roll forward like ocean waves, and there is no "if" word to choose from.

As of now, he has only one way to go.

Yan Changqing smiled faintly, and said to Murong: "If you didn't have me, you would have been a good emperor."

Murong Xiu was dumbfounded, but Yan Changqing suddenly turned his sword around, and a bright and clear light flashed across his neck.

"Do not!!!"

Murong Xiu threw himself at Yan Changqing with a roar like lightning. However, it was too late.

Yin Changqing’s blood kept flowing down Yan Changqing’s slender neck. Murong Xiu hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the wound, but how he kept covering it, Yan Changqing’s blood continued to flow through his trembling fingertips like a stream, dripping on It quickly got cold on the snow.

"Where's the imperial doctor? Where's the imperial doctor? Come here, come here!!" Murong Xiu yelled frantically and collapsed. He wanted to pick up Yan Changqing, but he was shaking so hard that he fell to his knees without taking two steps. On the ground.

"Come to save people, come to people...!!!"

"No need." Yan Changqing's face became paler and more dejected. He reluctantly raised his head, anger as if he was going to go to the air:

"...Answer...Promise me...Don't hurt...he...good...not good..."

"Well, I promise you everything, I promise you..." Murong Xiu's voice was trembling and out of tune.

"Don't scare me, okay, please don't scare me, okay? Where's the doctor? Come and save—"

Unfinished words suddenly got stuck in his throat. Murong Xiu opened his eyes wide and watched Yan Changqing's hand hanging on his sleeve gently drooping.

Yan Changqing seemed extremely tired, closed his eyes lightly, and stopped breathing.

Long dream paid off one

It's another three-nine-year-old winter weather, where the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the weather has turned into ice, especially this year. Even Dongyun Country, a treasure land that has always been not cold in winter and not hot in summer, has suffered an unprecedented cold wave this year, and the verdant mountains and plains are covered with frost and white. In order to resist the cold air that permeated people's bones, the common people put on big cotton-padded jackets one by one, curled their necks and sleeves, suffocated at home and burned, lying on the kang for warmth, most of them were reluctant to come out.

This Liuzhen is located on the border of Dongyun State, and is close to the waterway. After Yan Guo's cargo merchants crossed the Jiaolu River, they always negotiated business with Dongyun's merchants in this Liuzhen nearby. There are more business trips, and the two rows of restaurants along the street in Liuzhen, and the Goulan teahouse are very busy, bustling and noisy, and one is hard to find.

Except this winter.

On the corner of Liuzhen, there is a very famous Laowang’s sheep soup restaurant. At this time in previous years, the colder the weather, the better their business. When it was dark, there was a long line at the door of the shop admiringly, waiting for the diners and merchants to eat the pot of lamb soup. The freshly boiled lamb soup is steaming, thick and delicious, the lamb meat is tender but not mutton, sprinkled with green onion, and paired with the browned and soft pancakes that have just been out of the pot. Eat it in the winter, and the whole body is warm, people In a good mood, business talks are also refreshing.

But this year, even the most lively mutton soup shop is much deserted. A big pot of fragrant mutton soup was boiled out. In previous years, it was sold in less than half an hour, but this year it was abruptly sold for more than half an hour. Endless. The sparse flow of people on the street has disappeared from the bustle of the past, and there are few diners in the shop.

Shopkeeper Wang wrinkled like a bitter gourd, sitting in front of the fire in the doorway with his sleeves in his pockets, sighing as he warmed the fire. The business of the neighboring shops has not improved much, and several shopkeepers simply gathered around, chatting nonsense while knocking on melon seeds.

"Pity my mutton soup, it's all made from top-quality mutton bones. Now I can't even earn the money for firewood." The shopkeeper Wang sniffed.

"Hey, who isn't it. Even my wife has been folded in this year!"

"You said it's good, why wouldn't the Yan people come here to do business? Although it is cold this day, Jiao Luhe hasn't frozen yet!" The shopkeeper Wang said.

"Oh, shopkeeper Wang, haven't you heard of it yet?"

Old man Sun, who sells roasted seeds and nuts, spit out a melon seed shell and lowered his voice:

"Isn't my old lady a native of Yan Country? Someone from her husband's family came to my house two days ago. I took a look, hey, all of them looked like fleeing. After asking, I found out that they were here to flee. NS!"

"Huh?!" The other shopkeepers opened their eyes one after another.

Old man Sun spit out and said mysteriously: "Civil strife! I heard that it was a rebellion by a high official surnamed Pang in the Kingdom of Yan. In order to force the emperor to abdicate, the rebels surrounded the capital of the Kingdom of Yan, Sheng'an City. Other places too. Following the chaos, there were murders, arson, and robbery everywhere. Those who were doing business were busy rolling up their bedding and fleeing for their lives. The ferry boats on the Jiaolu River were also scared away. The relatives of my family took a long time to escape. Come here."

"My God, what is this all about!"

The shopkeeper Wang sighed, thinking that his business was hopeless now, but suddenly there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a glimmer of hope appeared:

"Eh, it's not that there is a very powerful general in the country of Yan, who is known as the silver-faced Yama or something? Why doesn't he come out to kill the rebels? I heard the Yan in my shop said that he is a god-given general, like Beirong Barbarian Sturdy, he was beaten to crying father and mother!"

"I've also heard of him. Before we made water bandits on the Jiaolu River, wasn't he the one who cleansed it up?" Another person agreed.

Shopkeeper Sun's expression became a little weird. He sighed silently and said, "Don't you know, that silver-faced Yama, is dead! If it weren't for him to die, how dare those gangsters in Yan state rebel!"

"What!!!"

There was another exclamation, and several shopkeepers were all taken aback. They were about to ask carefully, but they heard a sound of horseshoes approaching from far away. Shopkeeper Wang recovered from the shock, looked back, quickly put the long scarf on his shoulder, wiped his hands quickly, and greeted him with a smile.

The horseshoe stopped in front of him, and a young man came down. He was dressed in a neat and powerful outfit with dark red moiré patterns and draped in a sable fur. He was tall and handsome, and the slightly curled hair on his forehead also brought out a bit of unruly and unrestrained appearance. There was also a close-fitting servant in good clothes. Shopkeeper Wang knew that this person was either rich or noble. He thought that he could be regarded as a God of Wealth, so he eagerly helped hold the horse and smiled:

"Two guest officials, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop? The lamb soup is fresh and fresh. There are guest rooms upstairs, and the fire is hot!"

"Shot."

Jiujin responded casually, set the curtain, He Lianrong stepped into the shop, glanced around, his expression was a little lost and settled. After a while, the steaming lamb soup pancakes came up. Helian Rongchuan took a few big sips, but he couldn't taste anything, but was silent.

Soon after Yan Changqing's departure, the scorched-tailed snake on Helian Rongchuan's body relapsed. This time the illness is not trivial, and failure to clean the poison completely will endanger his life. As a result, Helian Rongchuan had to retreat in the Pinecui Valley according to Wei Jin's instructions, and did not fully heal until the first two days.

Waking up from his drowsiness, the first sentence Helian Rongchuan asked was, "Has he come back?" But the little imperial doctor, together with a few close servants, shook their heads one by one. Helian Rongchuan made a calculation. Since Yan Changqing has left for more than three months, he can't help but worry about his situation in Yan State. But the news in the valley was blocked, and the waiting was too difficult, so Helen Rongchuan left the valley and planned to enter the swallow again.

This place is the border of Dongyun and has always had close contacts with the Yan people. This mutton soup shop is even more popular with Yan Country Business Travel. Helian Rongchuan had planned to come here to inquire about the situation of Yan Changqing's siege of Ningcheng, but his heart was half-hearted when he came in. In the empty shop, apart from him and Jiujin, there were only the shopkeeper and the second person, and there were no other guests.

Why is it so deserted? Where are those Yan people? Is it cold and it's not coming anymore? Or something else happened?

I don't know how his eldest baby was fought in this battle and whether he was injured.

Helian Rongchuan anxiously touched the baggage on the side, which was filled with the good pills he abducted and searched from Wei Jin.

I hope he can use none of these medicines.

Shopkeeper Wang saw that Helian Rongchuan's complexion was not good, and he thought it was because his mutton soup was boiled wrongly. In the past few days, in order to save costs, he quietly added a few more bones to the pot and a few less meat. Is it tasted out? Shopkeeper Wang scooped a spoonful of thick soup in the big pot at the door, took a few breaths, and took a sip.

It seems...the taste is less?

The shopkeeper Wang smacked his lips and was wondering whether to add ingredients, but he heard the sound of horseshoes coming toward him again. Shopkeeper Wang was overjoyed. The person in his heart is indeed the God of Wealth. He is really lucky, and it can be regarded as an opening today! Hastily put down the iron spoon to meet him.

The carriage stopped, and nine people came down in a row, old and young, all dusty and earthy. Although the clothes on his body are luxurious, but dirty, with a few big holes in tatters, a few frail women seem to have been injured, and only a seven or eight-year-old boy still has a bit of fresh and clever air on his face. , Still holding an old lady with silver hair in her hands.

Shopkeeper Wang was taken aback, his heart suddenly cold, and he secretly said to himself, are these miserable one by one the Yan people who fled? Oops, they don't want to eat free meals in their store, do they?

As a result, the smile piled on the face of shopkeeper Wang became a little cold: "Oh, these few, top-notch?"

The little boy swallowed abruptly into the big pot with the fragrant white smell of meat. He raised his head and said in embarrassment, "Excuse me, do you have hot water to drink?"

Oh, he was really fleeing, and he was regarded as a bodhisattva of good fortune!

The shopkeeper Wang suddenly stopped getting angry, hanging his face, and said without a smile: "Where is the beggar? There is no hot water, but the hot lamb soup is enough. I'm afraid you can't afford it."

He knew that these few people in front of him must be from large families, and despite the difficulties, face is still needed. So deliberately called them beggars and wanted to drive them away.

Sure enough, this group of old, weak, sick and young showed embarrassment and anger, and understood the meaning of the treasurer Wang. But the little boy was reluctant to leave, staring reluctantly at the cauldron with big black and white eyes, hesitating:

"Then...we only need soup, no meat, can't we? Please, we came all the way, we were robbed, the money is gone, and we haven't eaten for two days..."

As the little boy said, he started to cry. The old lady behind her hugged the little boy helplessly, but didn't want to stay anymore.

When he cried, shopkeeper Wang was even more angry. He was bored with losing money every day in his business, and finally hoped for someone to come, but a group of people were begging for food. Look at the frustrations of the gray-headed faces and tears, if you disturb the God of Wealth in the store, it would be too cost-effective!

The shopkeeper Wang picked up a big iron spoon and drove people away: "Boan, I am not a Bodhisattva temple, so please cry while crying, don't give me bad luck here!"

A group of people were driven to the ground by a big iron spoon and had to turn around and walk away. But he didn't take two steps, but there was a clear voice behind him:

"Several people, wait a minute."

Helian Rongchuan lifted the curtain, leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at the shopkeeper Wang somewhat displeased: "Isn't it just money. Here, is this enough?"

As soon as he lifted his wrist, a bright light flashed, and the shopkeeper Wang held it on the palm of his hand. When he looked at it, his eyes suddenly became straight.

Gold! The palm of his hand is a solid, shining golden jade!

Don't talk about ten bowls of lamb soup, just buy ten big fat lambs and you can't use them up! ! Made a fortune!

A group of nine people thanked them again and again, and then sat down in the store. The steaming broth, a large stack of crunchy pancakes, the little boy swallowed a few drools, and was about to pick up the bowl, but the old lady next to him patted his hand gently.

The little boy seemed to think of something, sticking out his tongue, and withdrawing his hand obediently, then picked up the small spoon on the side, drank the soup, and ate the pancakes that were torn into pieces, which was very gentle and upright.

"Hey, this family is so hungry, they still pay attention to eating appearance." nine gold couldn't help sighing, "What kind of stereotyped people have this education?"

Helian Rongchuan's mouth was slightly smiled. The little boy was well-behaved, and the manner in which he was eating made him a little familiar.

Helian Rongchuan couldn't help but develop a kind of love for the house and the black, and asked the shopkeeper Wang to add a handful of lamb to send. The little boy looked surprised, looked at Helian Rongchuan, and then at the elders around him. After getting the promise, he hesitated, walked up to Helian Rongchuan a little shyly, and bowed properly. :

"Thank you, big brother."

Helian Rongchuan couldn't help laughing, and he realized that the little boy's eyes were also extremely clear, and his black and white eyes were quite similar to Yan Changqing. Can't help but smile:

"Little guy, where are you from? Where are you going?"

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Long dream paid off 2

"Little guy, where are you from? Where are you going?"

"US……"

The little boy looked back at his grandmother with some worry and hesitation. After seeing her nodding with a smile, he replied timidly to Helian Rongchuan: "...We are from Yan Country."

"Guo Yan?" Helian Rongchuan frowned suddenly: "It seems that you are also a big family in the country of Yan. Don't stay at home, and what do you do with Dongyun?" Helian Rongchuan had just finished speaking. Suddenly, there was an unknown premonition.

Did something happen to Yan State! Was it defeated? Will he get hurt...?

"We are...Yes..." The little boy was embarrassed, as if he couldn't explain it clearly. The old lady behind him stepped forward, touched the little boy's head comfortingly, and said to Helian Rongchuan:

"...Our family was unfortunate and had to flee to Dongyun in a disaster." The old lady said, she couldn't help but sighed again:

"Unexpectedly, the waterway of the Jiaolu River was cut off. Our group of orphans and widows were robbed and entangled on the road again. We were confused and didn't know where we went to Dongyun..."

The little boy wiped his tears and said boldly, "Big brother, are you from Dongyun? Have you heard of Pinecui Valley? We asked many people along the way, but no one knew."

Helian Rongchuan was startled, and looked at the group of people in front of him again with a weird look, and said, "Piedui Valley?"

Pinnacle Valley is the location of Helian Rongchuan Mountain Villa. It has always been very secretive and highly guarded.

The old lady took out a Jinbo map from her arms and spread it out tremblingly: "On this map, only water routes are named, but there are no land routes. We don’t know where we are now, and we really don’t know what to do next. ..."

Helian Rongchuan glanced across the map, and suddenly his whole body was shocked. The beautiful thin gold strokes on the map are familiar to people's eyes.

"Who gave you this map?!" Helian Rongchuan grabbed the old lady's arm abruptly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you guys? Why are you going to my valley?!"

"Your valley?" The old lady was surprised