Chapter 26:

On the second day, a southerly wind blew from Zhao Guo to Zheng Guo. It was the planned route. If you choose to take a boat, you can double the speed. Mu Yan and I both felt that instead of following the established route to explore the thirteenth month, it would be better to follow Ying Ge, who left early, and maybe we can solve the mystery quickly.
But Brother Ying's route was from Zheng Guo to Zhao Guo on the waterway against the wind. It is true that there will be times when he rides the wind and waves, and this hatred will last forever. What's more difficult is that there is only one ship to Zhao Country at this time, which determines that our tracking is about to be discovered.
Fortunately, Mu Yan is good at it, so he didn't get lost along the way. Looking up, Brother Ying, who is halfway across the bay of water, is lazily leaning against the mast. He wears a gauze hat on his head. The brim of the hat is surrounded by layers of light purple gauze, which hangs down to the knees, wrapping gracefully. The figure is dense and beautiful, with only a silver-purple skirt and a section of blue silk black hair hanging down to the ankles.
I was a little surprised that the lampstand was dim last night and I didn't notice that her hair was so long. And at this moment, she was dressed in such a graceful appearance, like a noble lady with strict tutoring, who was traveling solemnly, probably to avoid the enemy in her mouth. If I didn't follow all the way, I couldn't be sure that this was the purple-clothed killer who held a short knife against my neck last night.
When I boarded the boat, Mu Yan left me watching and said that there was something important temporarily. The boat was about to leave before returning with a bird cage. The birdcage is made of ebony, and the single pillar is engraved with beautiful flowers with sun patterns. The workmanship is exquisite, and a black crow is trapped in it. At first glance, it looks a bit like a crow, but the double beak is purple and different from the crow.
Stepping onto the deck, in order not to be noticed by Brother Ying, it seemed that we were deliberately taking the boat, and the two of them specially found a desolate corner. I was bored. I squatted on the ground and studied the black bird in the cage. I studied for a long time and asked Mu Yan: "You just bought this? What did you buy this for?"
He looked down at me and said casually: "I bought it for you, are you happy?"
I shook my heart. I squeezed the jade-carved tiger in my sleeve. I remembered that he used this tiger for my finger last time. After hesitating for a long time, I asked him timidly, "Do you want to use this broken bird for my tiger?"
The broken bird in the cage opened its eyes wide and gave a quack. Mu Yan was stunned, his eyes met my line of sight, and he burst into laughter.
I glared at him, squatted on the ground and turned my head away: "This broken bird is worthless."
As soon as the words landed, the down feathers on the broken aconite rose up and screamed at me again. I pushed the cage a little bit disgustingly, just grabbing the little tiger in my hand, not knowing his attitude.
In fact, I found this tiger by illegal means. Even if he wants to retrieve it forcibly, I can't help it. And such a valuable thing, he does have a reason to retrieve it at any time. But I kept my eyes wide open: "I will never trade with you. I don't like this broken bird at all."
The broken bird jumped from the bottom of the cage excitedly, flapping its wings and quaking nonstop. Everyone on the boat turned around and watched. Mu Yan pulled me up, crying and dumbfounding: "I just thought you looked like a girl. In less than half a day, the child had a temper. attack."
I think it’s not a child’s temper, it’s a kind of attachment. Those Nagato monks call it greed and think it’s a bad thing, but my greed is so small that it hurts this black bird’s feelings. I really don't know what else hurt, so it's definitely not a bad thing.
I will be separated from Mu Yan after all. My feelings for this jade-carved tiger is my feelings for Mu Yan. From a literary point of view, it can be called empathy. Maybe no one will understand this in my life. I just know it myself.
I looked at Mu Yan. I don't know what kind of girl he likes. I always want to show him the best look, but I can't do it all the time. It makes him feel capricious and I am just a child. Obviously he is a heartless dead person, still feels sad, I don't know what to do.
In the distance is the clear water and blue sky, he looked at me, I sniffed and made a happy look, intending to change the subject, but he was suddenly pulled into his arms. With his cheeks pressed against his chest, he hugged his arms too tightly, which made turning his head a technically difficult task.
I trembled in my heart, the first thought was my mind, he might know it, but it was too late to have a second thought. His voice has been heard from the top of his head: "Don't move." Then there was a very low laugh, "Afu. The person you are hiding is also on this boat."
I was lying on his chest, feeling frustrated that I was really thinking too much, while reflecting in my mind for a long time who I was hiding recently, I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you talking about?"
He said slowly: "Ping Hou Rong Xun."
I quickly bury my head in his chest.
There was a steady vibration from the wooden deck. This effect must be achieved by more than four people walking neatly. The footsteps sounded after themselves. After a long time, Mu Yan pulled me away, and Rong Xun and his party had entered the ship's pavilion.
I subconsciously glanced at Brother Ying, who was leaning against the ship's mast not far away, thinking that this time the deceased would be able to create a different spark, but her movements were still lazy, almost unchanged.
What's rare is that Mu Yan's gaze was also on Brother Ying, but it was only a short glance, and finally turned around and said lightly: "Don't look, the other side of Rong Xun's walk, I didn't meet with Girl Ying." After a pause, he said. "Before boarding the ship, I heard some interesting palace secrets, do you want to hear it?"
I am very interested.
It’s cool by the river. The interesting palace secret that Mu Yan told me about, like all the so-called secrets, is actually not very secret and not very interesting, but it wins in the years and the plot is complicated. I am still very happy to hear it. .
It is said that this secret story can be traced back to Zheng Hou two generations ago. It is Jinghou Rongyuan his father and Ping Hou Rongxun his grandfather.
According to Da Chao's rules, Zheng Guo initially established the eldest son, that is, the eldest son of his father Rong Xun. But because Lao Zheng Hou was really a blessed person, he hadn't been driving him west for 30 years after establishing his son, making Rong Xun's father very anxious. After planning for a long time, I finally found a month of black wind and high night rebellion to force the palace, and the result was naturally punishable, leaving a large family to be relegated to the wild northwestern land, including the only son Rong Xun who was fourteen-year-old who was well-known for civil and military skills.
Old Zheng Hou had a romantic life and had many heirs under his knees, but most of the heirs were daughters, with only four sons, and two of them died midway, leaving only the eldest son and the younger son. Fortunately, even though the eldest son was punishable, the younger son Rongyuan seemed to be more capable of ruling the country and the world than the elder son. The following year, the old Zheng Hou reported to the royal capital and established his youngest son Rong Yuan as the eldest son. After a hundred years, he inherited the throne of Zheng Hou.
This year, 15-year-old Rong Yuan is already the first person in Zheng Guo's swordsmanship besides the title of the most beautiful man of Da Zheng. The eldest son's forced imperial palace was quite irritating to Old Zheng Hou and became a big heart disease, but he passed away two years later. The seventeen-year-old Rong Yuan came to the throne for Zheng Jinghou.
After Jinghou ascended the throne, because of his appreciation of Rong Xun's talents, he moved all of them back to the royal capital on the occasion of the nation's appointing of talents, pressing and using them at the same time. Rong Xun really did not live up to his uncle's expectations. He took the position of court lieutenant very well. The relationship between his uncle and nephew was very harmonious. Six years ago, Rong Xun also gave a beautiful and beautiful family member from his house to his uncle and became a wife.
According to folklore, Rong Yuan, who has always been cold-hearted, showed his nephew to the woman Long Eun who entered the palace. The woman scribbled a poem in the frosty chrysanthemum appreciation. The residence room was changed to Rongyue Palace.
And what Zheng Shi has recorded is that only two years after entering the harem, Mrs. Rongyue Gongyue was promoted to Madam Zheng, the title of Ziyue, the mother of Zheng Guo. It seems to be another romantic story of the royal family, but the good times did not last long, but within a year, Mrs. Ziyue, who was favored by Jinghou, passed away due to illness.
After the death of Mrs. Ziyue, Jing Houai was unable to win. At the end of the year, she held the throne of Chaos. Because she had no children under her knees, she passed her hereditary title to her nephew Rong Xun. The following year, she died of illness in her recuperation palace at the age of twenty. Seven years old.
The night Jinghou died of illness. There was a huge fire in the palace of Dongshan, which not only burned the palace completely clean, but also destroyed the red cherry blossoms in the middle of the mountain. What's more bizarre is that the cherry trees planted by Dongshan since then can no longer bloom.
I thought of Ying Ge, who was blushing and beautiful in his dream last night. She said to Rong Xun, "I will be the best killer of the Rong family."
Thinking of her staggering back in Hong Ying Pianfei, I asked Mu Yan: "The woman Rong Xun gave to Rong Yuan, who was later named Mrs. Ziyue, is it Brother Ying?"
He shook his fan and nodded: "Obviously."
I felt a little confused: "Then what happened to Mrs. Ziyue's subsequent death?"
Mu Yan paused: "The edict tells the world that Jinghou took the initiative to meditate due to illness, but there were also rumors that Jinghou meditated on the palace because of the peace of the Hou, and the reason for the imperial palace was still for a woman." The corner of his lips. He sip and smiled. I really like his little moves.
"This woman is Mrs. Ziyue. This is an interesting anecdote, and I don't know whether it is true or false. She said that Ri Pinghou put his saber on Jinghou's neck and asked Jinghou a word:'I will treat her well Put it in your hands, why did you break her into pieces. "I used to think it was an artifact, but today I know it is a beauty."
I sighed: "But after all, he gave her away. Who is to blame? I really can't understand. If I were to give away my sweetheart, I wouldn't give it away if I was killed."
Mu Yan glanced at me: "Oh? Who will not send it out?"
"Send you out" The six-character life stuck in my throat. I whispered for a while, unable to pick up my head under his unexplained gaze. After a long while, he said: "Xiao Huang..."
The fan retracted and patted my head: "I'm talking nonsense again."
auzw.com In the distance, there are undulating mountain tops, tangled by clouds and mist, and the trees in the mountains look like Qionghuayu trees. Mu Yan said indifferently: "The human heart is desire. There are many desires, but few can be realized. Therefore, we have to distinguish which ones are the most desired, which ones are more desirable, and which are dispensable..."
I thought for a while: "You mean, just get what you want most?"
He laughed: "No, you have to get both the most wanted and the more wanted, because maybe one day, the more wanted will become the most wanted, and the most wanted will become less. It's important. Just like Pinghou, when he sent away Girl Ying, he might just think that Girl Ying was not that important."
I looked at him: "You mean that if you were Rong Xun, you would not send off Brother Ying, but Brother Ying is still not your most important thing, right?"
He shook his fan and looked at me with a smile but a smile: "Who said there can only be one most important thing?"
I seem to understand, but he doesn't say anything anymore.
Looking at the mast again, Brother Ying had nowhere to go and sailed into the heart of the river. The wind gradually increased. I found an unmanned compartment and picked out a human skin mask that I carried with me and put it on, and looked at it for a long time: "Is this your original appearance?" I think if there is no scar on my forehead, my original appearance will be much better than this, but it is useless to think about it. I still forget all these beautiful pasts, so as not to increase the sadness.
I shook my head: "No, I don't look good, I don't want people to see it."
Actually I just don't want him to see it.
Stepping on the second floor, I saw Rong Xun in a purple robe, leaning on the carved fence, drinking himself. This is Zheng's monarch, but he appeared on a civilian ship on the border between Zhao and Zheng, which is really puzzling. Jinque, Yingge, Rong Xun, these people appeared in front of me one after another, like an arranged opera, and like an autumn flower that withers before it blooms. There is something I want to show up. It is too much to stop, but I can’t tell. Any clues.
The face of Rong Xun in front of him was still as handsome and stern as Ying Ge's dream, his slender fingers held the Longquan celadon cup as elegant as a long and short sentence with gorgeous rhetoric.
Before I found a place to sit down, I suddenly heard the sound of fighting from downstairs. Looking up, the river water off the deck raised a turbid wave. The passengers were panicked, and several black-clothed masked men suddenly jumped out of the water waves. Assassin. The black-clothed assassin came fiercely, and Lingling's sword light approached a tall woman in purple on the deck.
I have seen Brother Ying kill more than once. It was the first time I saw her kill with a long knife. The long and narrow shadow of the sword was neatly retracted in the air, and the standing posture did not change much, but they were all killed by a single blow. That was a move used by Ryogaki under the cherry tree.
The blue jade inlaid on the hilt of the knife glows green in the white flowers blooming in the water waves, against the blood spurting from the neck of the man in black, showing a strange beauty. And Ying Ge stood calmly on the bow of the boat in a purple dress, like a light veil floating on the side of the ship, with the tip of a long knife in his hand hitting the ground, killing six people, but there was only a faint blood on the sharp blade. It can be seen that it is a good knife.
There was blood everywhere, and she did not stain a drop of blood all over her body. Such a clean killing technique.
At this point, both sides were watching, and the boat passenger trembling downstairs was poor. A few strands of cold rain were sent in the wind, and the world was silent. In the boundless quiet, Ying Ge suddenly sneered: "The foreigner taught that killing is also an art. You must pursue the beauty of neatness. This time your lord sent many people to kill a weak woman in the district. Let’s discuss the beauty of killing."
With a crisp sound, I looked back and saw that Rong Xun was still holding the wine glass, but there was nothing in his hand. There was a pile of celadon fragments on the wooden floor. His eyes followed the knife and several black clothes on the ship's side. Brother Ying, who was confronting each other, looked shocked on his cold face.
Brother Ying has leaped into the sky, and the sharp knife shadow cut through the splashing water, and his body is like a purple butterfly in a spring mountain. I approached Mu Yan and said worriedly: "She has injuries on her body." This worry did not last long, and was resolved when Rong Xun and a few plainclothes guards around him jumped down to the attic to join the battle. I paid attention to Brother Ying, even seeing Rong Xun joining the battle, she didn't stop half a point when she slashed at the man in black. She is a qualified killer.
When the last man in black was killed by Yingge's knife in the splash of water, the long sword in Rong Xun's hand was raised backhand, and he picked up her veil, half an arm away, it was impossible to miss, but she was lighter. Turning around, standing on the edge of the boat, you can't see your face behind the veil, but your imagination should be a moment of staring at the man in front of you. Jiang Fenghaohao, blowing the veil all over her, like a purple haze from the horizon at sunset.
The long knife in her hand was on his neck, and he took a step closer, and the blade wiped a scarlet blood along his neck. In the mist and rain, Young Master Pianpian frowned slightly and called her like a sigh: "Is that you, Yueniang." She withdrew the long knife in her hand, without responding, turning around and jumping into the muddy river with a splash. He stretched out his hand to hold her, but only held half of the veil. There was another plop, and the guard on the side suddenly reacted: "Help me, I don't know how to water!"
I stayed aside for a while, and could only use three words to express my thoughts at the moment: "It's wonderful." After a while, I didn't think it was right. "Are we missing Brother Ying?"
Mu Yan was sitting down and holding the teapot to pour water, and said solemnly: "Even though Miss Ying is a top killer, it shouldn't be a problem to track her with my tracking skills. The problem is that there is one more you, and the tracking skills are equally distributed. When it comes down, the strength will be greatly reduced..."
I put down the cup and turned and went downstairs: "The green hills will not change the long green water, and there will be no time limit after a good-bye today." He pulled it back, "I didn't intend to follow her all the way, such a killer, just let her have With a little awareness, it’s easy to get rid of us. Isn’t that a waste of all our previous efforts, so I bought this Mucuna lynx. Have you ever heard of the tracing technique of Mucuna thyme using powder made from Westwood flowers as a medium? The powder is applied to the person being tracked, even if she is far away, the Mucuna that matches the powder can be traced."
I shook my head: "I have never heard of this tracking technique."
He nodded: "Oh, that's natural. It's a tracking technique passed down from our ancestors and unknown to outsiders."
I:"……"
The boat sailed towards the destination, but did not see Ying Ge and Rong Xun again.
The destination is Suiyuan City on the border of Zhao State. We stayed in the city and waited for Brother Ying to come. Hearing Muyan said that if Brother Ying enters the city, Mucuna will definitely respond. But when he encountered the female Mucuna, the male Mucuna in the cage also showed a reaction, and the reaction was huge, which was really thoughtless.
I feel that since I want to walk with us for a long time, I must give this Mucuna a name. After thinking about it for a long time, I asked Mu Yan: "What do you think of giving it a name Xiaohei?"
His response was: "Do you dare."
I remembered that I also gave him a name, Xiaolan.
Soon after I stayed, I actually received Jun Wei's flying pigeon biography. Mu Yan expressed surprise that I could still receive a copy of the flying pigeon on the way to escape, but the operating function of this flying pigeon is actually similar to that of his Mucuna, so it is relieved. Open the biography and look at the handwriting. The handwriting is faintly recognizable. It begins like this: "My sister Afu, I can't restrain myself for a few days. Brother Rusi can't restrain himself. Brother Rusi?"
Dreaming back at midnight, I often remember that when I was young, my brother to the king visited you, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. Sad? Sad!
The other day, during a short break at noon, the brothers and sisters became idiots, and they lowered their eyebrows, but they were in their hearts.
"Brother thought about it for a long time, this matter started because of sister. Bendue ended because of sister..."
Mu Yan asked, "What did you write?" I summed it up: "He was accidentally entangled and stolen by a thief when he was taking a nap, and then Xiao Huang refused to cooperate with the show, so he pawned Xiao Huang to the local zoo. Let me use this Feihu to tie a silver ticket or something to him."
Mu Yan reached out and took the banknote, I stopped him: "No." took out a pen and paper to Jun Wei's reply: "Within ten days, if Xiao Huang is not redeemed, I will sell you to Golan, hope you can do it yourself "After the letter paper was dried, it was rolled into the bamboo tube of the flying pigeon, and then it was released. The matter was successfully resolved.
Settling down in Sui Yuancheng, one stay is five days. On the evening of the fifth day, the Mucuna crow was very excited in the cage. Maybe there was another female Mucuna nearby. Maybe it was Brother Ying who finally entered the city. I really couldn't tell.
Mu Yan faintly scanned the surrounding twilight, opened the cage, Muyan immediately spread its wings and rushed out, and we followed closely behind. There was a faint worry in my heart, and I couldn't help but ask: "You said he was so excited, wouldn't it mean to meet my sister?"
Mu Yan didn't reply, "How is it possible."
I panted and followed him: "What if."
He faintly: "Then kill it and give you a stew."
Mucuna quaked tremblingly in the air.
Half an hour later, I found Brother Ying on the moat, fainted among the water plants, soaked all over, and I don't know what happened in these five days.
I wondered about the wound on her shoulder, unwrapped the sticky bandage, and saw that the wound was walking horribly, soaked white by the dirty river water.
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