Spring comes to the desperate place

"Don't think too much. The capital is about to be in chaos. We can't just sit there and wait for death. Everyone, just rest in my room. Don't disperse. Brother Lin, if you have any weapons, take them out."

After hearing Grandpa Song's request, Song Chunlin took out a few machetes without saying a word. He originally wanted to get a few kitchen knives, but kitchen knives were too short. Marrow knives were longer and sharper, which were enough for self-protection.

Several adults each picked up a knife that was suitable for them, Song Chunsheng picked up a smaller one, and Song Chunlin thought about it and hid the rest in several places in the house.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Little Grandpa, and Brother, remember the locations of these knives. If you encounter any emergency, you can come here and get the knives first."

Several people memorized the locations of the hidden knives, and then hid the knives in their hands in locations they knew, so that they would not be conspicuous and would be easy to get the weapons at the first time.

That night, the Song family slept together in fear, just like they did when they fled the famine. The difference was that this time they had comfortable mattresses and warm quilts.

The next day, the Song family members rarely went anywhere. Before, Song Dazhuang would inspect his own fields early in the morning every day, but now this activity was no longer available. Out of boredom, he started to weave bamboo baskets at home.

Although Song Dazhuang's carpentry work was terrible, his bamboo weaving skills were surprisingly good. It didn't take long for him to cut a pile of bamboo into strips. The three little guys lined up and watched him weave the bamboo strips together like magic with his fingers, slowly forming a bottom.

Aunt Song and Mrs. Song Qin sat in the corridor and began to remake spring clothes for everyone. The colors of the previous ones were too bright, and they would be too eye-catching to wear during the national mourning period. This batch of clothes was deliberately chosen in plain colors. The two of them were quick and skillful, and had already finished several pieces.

Song Chunlin held his face and watched Song Dazhuang weaving bamboo baskets. As he watched, he couldn't help releasing his mental power. As usual, he inspected the surrounding hills where people were hiding and found that there were obviously fewer people on one of the hills. He frowned and looked carefully again. This time he finally saw that there were fewer people on those hills, but the number of people was relatively small. If Song Chunlin didn't have mental power, he probably wouldn't be able to see much difference with the naked eye.

The disappearance of these people is definitely not a good thing. Maybe some people have already discovered Gu Fengyue, and these people are going to hunt down Gu Fengyue?

At this time, Gu Fengyue was protected by the guards and was running all the way, while the pursuers behind them were chasing them relentlessly. If Gu Fengyue had not taken the time to give the horse some spiritual spring water, they would have been caught up by now.

"Young master, hold on a little longer, we will soon reach the western suburbs camp!" The guard was stabbed from behind and felt a burning pain on his back. Fortunately, they had the Yunnan Baiyao powder given by Song Chunlin. The guard took the safety pill inside when he was resting. Gu Fengyue roughly sprinkled the powder on his wound, and soon the bleeding stopped.

Before they could marvel at the remarkable effect of the powder, they found that those people had caught up with them. The guards immediately took Gu Fengyue and continued to run towards the western suburbs camp.

The Western Suburbs Camp was about thirty miles away from the capital, and could have been reached in one day by walking along the official road. However, in order to avoid the hills, they had to choose a longer path, which delayed them much from the original route. The two were hungry and tired along the way, and even encountered pursuers on the way. Their horses were about to run out of breath before they could vaguely see the entrance to the Western Suburbs Camp.

"Young Master, we're here!" the guards shouted excitedly, and Gu Fengyue also breathed a sigh of relief. They walked to the gate of the military camp and were discovered by the guards from a distance. The two men got off their horses. Gu Fengyue was about to take out the token of the Marquis' Mansion when a sound of breaking air came from behind him, and then he was knocked to the ground by the huge impact force.

The guard's eyes were red with anger: "Sir!"

He stepped forward and helped Gu Fengyue up. The people in the military camp were also frightened by this sudden change. The well-trained soldiers rushed out immediately. Several of them surrounded Gu Fengyue, while the others chased in the direction where the arrow came from.

"Young Master! How are you? Young Master!" The guards were crying and snotting. They had already walked to the gate of the military camp, how could such a thing happen?

The crowd parted and a captain walked out: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Gu Fengyue was lying in the arms of the guard. He was unable to speak because of the severe pain in his chest. He could only hand over the token of the Marquis' Mansion tremblingly. The guard then remembered the purpose of his coming here. He told the captain the purpose of their coming here on behalf of Gu Fengyue. After listening to it, the captain's expression froze. He took the token, asked them to wait a moment, and then hurried back to the barracks.

Soon the captain came out with several soldiers carrying stretchers and a military doctor.

The military doctor checked Gu Fengyue's shoulder and fortunately there was no vital injury, but he still had to be taken back to remove the arrow, so a group of people carried Gu Fengyue back to the military camp.

The guard wiped his face and followed his master closely. The military doctor couldn't drive him away, and seeing that the guard was also injured, he simply let him follow him.

The military doctor's treatment method was simple and rough. He first stuffed a piece of cloth into Gu Fengyue's mouth. Before Gu Fengyue understood what he was going to do, the military doctor had already cut off the arrow feathers with scissors.

The military doctor only said one sentence: "Hold him!" Several people around him held Gu Fengyue tightly as if they were in familiarity with the situation. Before Gu Fengyue could react, they pulled hard with their hands, and the iron arrowhead was pulled out from Gu Fengyue's back. Blood gushed out, and the guards saw that there was even some flesh and blood on the barbed arrowhead.

Gu Fengyue was shaking uncontrollably from the pain, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his body was twitching, and blood was flowing from his wounds.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, the guard swallowed silently. The military doctor skillfully wiped Gu Fengyue's back with gauze, but the blood kept flowing and could not be stopped.

Seeing his master in so much pain, the guard finally remembered Song Chunlin's medicine. He searched Gu Fengyue's body and found the small brown medicine bottle. He opened the bottle, poured out the safety seal, tore open the cloth in Gu Fengyue's mouth, and carefully fed him the medicine. The military doctor silently handed over a bowl of warm water and let Gu Fengyue swallow the pill.

After taking the medicine, the guards began to sprinkle the powder on Gu Fengyue's wound. The military doctor originally wanted to say that they had golden wound medicine, but his nose was sensitive enough to smell the smell of the powder, which seemed to be different from their golden wound medicine.

It was not known whether it was the pills or the powder that worked, but Gu Fengyue's wound soon stopped bleeding. The people around him simply widened their eyes. It was not the first time they had dealt with such a wound, but it was the first time they had seen a remedy that worked so quickly.

The military doctor became more and more certain that Gu Fengyue was of noble status. Such a good powder must be a precious medicine only available in the palace.

"What kind of medicine is this? It's really effective." The military doctor looked at the small medicine bottle eagerly. The guard seemed very dissatisfied with his rough treatment method and did not respond. Hearing this, he quickly put the medicine bottle away.

Military doctor: "..."

Gu Fengyue seemed to have recovered a little. He whispered something, but the guard didn't hear it clearly. When he lowered his head, he only heard the word "water bag".

The guard remembered that before setting off, Song Chunlin gave his master a water bag in addition to the medicine. On the way, the master kept using the water in the bag to feed the horse. It was said that the water bag was filled with some good stuff. The horse became more energetic after drinking the water.

Suspicious, the guard asked the people around him: "Where are our horses?"

The military doctor said he didn't know, but the soldier who came with them saw it: "The horse seemed to run to the stable by itself..." After saying this, he himself felt it was magical. The horse seemed to be very smart and not afraid of people. It went straight to the stable as soon as it came in.

The guard asked for the direction of the stable and went to look for the horses.

When he arrived at the stable, he found that the horse seemed to be more like its owner than the two of them. Not only did it squeeze into the middle of a group of horses to eat grass, but it also occasionally snuggled up to a tall and handsome horse next to it.

Guard: "..."

The first time in my life I felt ashamed was because of a horse.

The guard quickly took the water bag and left, returning to the wounded camp. General Qi, the commander of the Western Suburbs Camp, also came over. He recognized Gu Fengyue lying on the bed. Looking at Gu Fengyue's dying appearance, he felt his head beginning to ache.

Everyone in the capital city knew that Gu Fengyue was the favorite of Lord Gu. Now Gu Fengyue was shot dead at the gate of his military camp. If Gu Fengyun knew about this, he would probably tear him to pieces.

General Qi looked at the guard, and the guard tremblingly told him the whole story under his scrutiny. After finishing, he did not forget to take out the map drawn by Song Chunlin from Gu Fengyue's arms.

General Qi's eyes fell on the map, and his expression did not change. He asked the guard, "You said that this news was told to you by a young man?"

The guard's back was covered in cold sweat. "Yes, General, this news was indeed told to us by a young man. As for how he knew it, we don't know, but the pursuit that the Second Young Master and I encountered along the way was not fake, so this news is most likely true."

General Qi is suspicious by nature, but since he is someone Gu Fengyue trusts, there is no harm in him trusting him for now.

After leaving the wounded soldiers' camp, General Qi immediately gathered his men and sent out several teams of scouts to investigate the hills where people were hidden on the map. However, the military advisor beside him did not agree with his approach.

"The source of this information is still uncertain. If you rashly send troops, it may make the people inside feel fearful."

General Qi smiled and said, "Isn't there enough for them to be afraid of me?"

The military advisor was speechless.

"Okay, don't be so depressed. We might as well have a big fight this time."

The military advisor was still hesitant: "Those three are really so bold, the late emperor hasn't even been buried yet."

"It will be too late to wait for the funeral. The person behind the third prince is not an easy person to deal with. The late emperor did not leave a will, only an oral order. A lot of effort can be put into this oral order."

The military advisor immediately shut up.

The rebellion came faster than they had imagined. They didn't know when Prince Ru'an's men entered the capital and surrounded the palace at dawn.

The news from the Imperial Guards could not be delivered, and it seemed that even the people in the patrol camp had been replaced.

The Queen stood in front of the late Emperor's spirit in plain clothes, looking expressionlessly at Concubine Wan opposite her and Prince Ru'an behind her.

"You were not buried alive with the dead." The Queen said coldly, "I really underestimated you. You are just a noble, but you were able to hook up with Prince Ru'an. Oh, I almost forgot that your mother and Prince Ru'an's biological mother were close friends and almost shared the same husband. Tsk, after all the twists and turns, they finally became a family."

Prince Ru'an raised his eyes and glared at the Queen. The low status of his mother's family has always been a knot in his heart. If it weren't for the help of his prominent in-laws, who would have been the emperor?

Concubine Wan smiled sweetly: "Sister is just a little sharp-tongued, but I think she is also a smart person. I will also make it clear that when His Majesty was seriously ill, only the Empress and the Third Prince were with him. Where is His Majesty's will?"

The Queen's face froze slightly, but she still forced herself to remain calm: "Your Majesty did not leave a will, but there was an oral order. The Imperial Master, the Left Prime Minister, the two Dukes, and several clan elders were present to witness it. What, Concubine Wan wants to accuse me of falsely passing on the oral order?"

Concubine Wan smiled and said, "Of course I dare not, but Queen, how can we trust you without any evidence? If you are lying and deliberately passing on the imperial decree to push the third prince to the throne, you should also ask us if we agree or not."

"Noble Lady Wan, be careful with your words!" The Third Prince glared at Noble Lady Wan and said, "You are just a noble lady, what qualifications do you have to question my mother?"

"With 250,000 soldiers in Yanzhou, do you have the qualifications to question the Queen?" Prince Ru'an said calmly.

The Third Prince sneered angrily: "Is Uncle Wang planning to rebel? Yes, my ninth brother is only four years old this year. Is Uncle Wang planning to imitate Cao Cao and use the emperor to control the princes?"

Prince Ru'an did not answer, but Concubine Wan spoke up: "How can the Third Prince say such harsh things? We just don't want your Majesty's kingdom to fall into the hands of villains. If we are talking about rebellion, then the one who tampered with the late emperor's will is the real rebel, right?"

The Third Prince sneered, "My father's last words were spoken before his death, and several important officials and elders can prove it. What evidence do you have to prove that my father did not pass the throne to me, but to my ninth brother?"

"Let's take a step back and say that I am the legitimate son of my father, and my ninth brother's biological mother is just a noble lady. In terms of legitimacy and seniority, it will never be my ninth brother's turn."

A crack finally appeared on Concubine Wan's fake smile. She knew that her status was not as noble as the Queen's and her son was still young, but she was unwilling to be buried alive with the old Emperor.

Why should she waste her best years in a lifeless mausoleum? Why could the queen let her son sit at her lap, but she had to be separated from her own flesh and blood? Since ancient times, concubines with sons did not need to be buried alive with their parents. If it weren't for the queen's jealousy, she could have been her consort dowager comfortably and watched her son grow up.

It’s all the Queen’s fault!