you got on my tail

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and finally there was only the sound of keys entering the lock. Xun Luo lowered his head and fell asleep, masking the tense atmosphere in the air, but the veins in his hands were tense.

"It seems that Mr. Xun is sleeping well..." Fu Jiying pushed open the heavy prison door, lifted up the lantern, and prepared to hang it on the wall beside him.

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of air passed by. Fu Jiying held the lantern to block it, and the thick iron chain cut the lantern apart like a sharp knife. In an instant, the sword was unsheathed, and the candle rolled to the ground. Fu Jiying had already taken three steps away. In addition, only half of the cheeks were bloodstained.

In front of the door, a group of people came in, the golden embroidered pattern on Jin Yiwei's body was intertwined with the light of the lamp, and Xun Luo couldn't open his eyes because of the thorns.

With a master's move, the result can be seen with one move, not to mention there are so many people whose skills are not as good as others, Xun Luo did not resist, and put down the chain very calmly.

"Xun Luo! You traitor!" Xu Lin raised his sword, and a group of people surrounded him and pressed him to the ground.

"Mr. Xun!" Fu Jiying raised his hand to signal the others to go away, with a gentle and sincere expression, "Mr. Xun knows that there are many guards behind me, but he dared to fight to the death. He is indeed Luo Cangxia's son."

Xun Luo's expression remained unchanged until he heard the word "Luo Cangxia", his eyes turned scarlet, "It's because I'm not as skilled as others, and I can't avenge my father."

"Just now, Mr. Xun thought I was an enemy?" Fu Jiying raised his hand and straightened Xun Luo's clothes that fell from his shoulders. "People's hearts are sinister, but swordsmanship can't deceive people."

Xun Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly recalled the situation just now, "Your swordsmanship...?"

"My swordsmanship is the same as yours, and my steps are the same." Fu Jiying lowered his eyes, and handed the Jimu Sword back to Xun Luo's hand, "My swordsmanship is Professor Luo Cangxia. When power changes, people will always live and some will die. Your father is my teacher, how could I harm him."

"How is this possible?" Xun Luo held the sword and stood there blankly, "My father has always supported the crown prince. How could you be the emperor..."

"The deposed prince is indeed dead, and he is the deposed prince who intends to seek power and usurp the throne." Fu Jiying's voice was gentle and sad, "You were placed outside by Master Luo, of course you don't know, many things happened in the capital..."

Holding the sword, Xun Luo just listened to Fu Jiying tell the whole story in a daze. He hesitated for a long time in his hometown, and finally went to Beijing. After being rescued by Bai Xuehe from starvation that day, someone persuaded him to stay by the emperor's side to ambush, but now the story has no meaning. different versions.

It turned out that the deposed prince wanted to usurp the throne and force the palace. It was Fu Jiying, who was still King Ning, who brought people to confront him at the palace gate. Blood flowed like a river overnight, and the deposed prince died in front of the city gate.

And before the abolition of the crown prince, Luo Cangxia persuaded her, so she was killed by him, because she didn't want to betray the old master, and she was afraid of harming her family, so she didn't let Xun Luo come to the capital.

"You don't believe me?" Fu Jiying saw that Xun Luo was dumb, his brows darkened for a moment, and after a while, he patted Xun Luo's shoulder again, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, although I am sorry, I am the king of a country after all, and I will not go to the teacher because of shame." Die, I have returned this sword to you."

He ordered someone to open the cell door, and continued: "Xu Yan was injured, he was in a hurry outside the Great Wall, and his life was devastated... I have never been suspicious of you, whether you want to go home or lead troops outside the Great Wall, I will not stop you."

After Fu Jiying finished speaking, she lifted her skirt and walked out the door.

"Your Majesty." It didn't take long before Xun Luo's clean and clear voice came from behind.

Fu Jiying turned back slowly, a smile appeared on his face in the darkness, the moonlight was shining on Xun Luo's face through the narrow transom, his face was upright and handsome, just like Luo Cangxia back then.

"I am willing to go beyond the Great Wall." He finally knelt on the ground holding the sword.

……

Bai Xuehe stood in front of Ruan Jin's corpse again. Unlike before, the corpse gradually stiffened at this time, and Wei Lan also changed into a suit of clothes, with snow-white collars tightly overlapping.

When Lan Ziqing turned his head, Wei Lan pulled down his collar uncomfortably. When he saw Lan Ziqing neatly adjusted the coarse collar of his official uniform, a sneer flashed across his eyebrows.

"Oh, this prisoner is dead." Wei Lan rubbed over with a smile, and put her hand on Lan Ziqing's shoulder in a pretentious manner, "Master Lan, you insist on not using torture on this person, it's best now, you can't ask anything." gone."

Lan Ziqing sneered differently from before, and glanced at Wei Lan with some sarcasm, Wei Lan took a step back uncomfortably.

"You have already entered." Lan Ziqing stepped forward, took off the lock and held it in his hands, then held it up in front of Wei Lan and sneered, "I specially hung the lock in Ruan Jin's cell backwards. , Now that the prison door is locked, why did it change its direction."

Bai Xuehe couldn't help laughing, seeing Wei Lan being slapped by Lan Ziqing, whom he despised the most, felt that he was really a child.

"So what if you come in?" Wei Lan grabbed Bai, pointing at the bowl and steamed buns thrown on the ground, "Isn't he eating?"

"The things in this bowl haven't been moved at all. They should have been brought here after Ruan Jin's death." Lan Ziqing picked up the steamed bun, turned around and said, "If you came in and found that the body was locked out again, why would the bowl be locked up?" What about throwing it outside? I have noticed that the dry food you bring is basically thrown outside every time. You open the lock and come in, but people die inside. It’s hard for me to believe that you didn’t do it on purpose.”

"This..." Wei Lan was speechless, and said forcefully: "We just came in. Why, it's okay to throw the rice outside yesterday and put the rice in today? Master Bai, what do you say..."

"I did come in." Bai Xuehe nodded, looked back at Lan Ziqing and said, "I told Mr. Wei to keep quiet, and I was the one who hung the lock back, but I just wanted to ask what his little wife said about me. Bad words, oh, why did this person die?"

Lan Zi Qingqi's hands were trembling, anger was suppressed on his handsome face, Bai Xuehe had already stepped on the withered grass, walked under the transom and bowed his head, stretching out a plain white finger to point to the wall.

"The wall is sealed, why is he holding up his hand?" Bai Xuehe blinked, "People will lose strength after death, but he can hold his hand to block the wall, so we can see what's behind the wall."

Lan Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and just turned to look at the corpse, he was only concerned about the lock being changed, but he didn't notice that the corpse's movements were very strange.

So Lan Ziqing approached and squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his cuff, and used it to line the hand that was holding the corpse. The hand was indeed stiff, and although the movement was not smooth, it was in line with common sense. It really didn't look like someone had manipulated it. look.

Bai Xuehe touched the little snake inside through his sleeve, and looked at him with a yawn. Lan Ziqing was tall, and was afraid of rubbing against the wall. Bai Xuehe watched him crouching on the ground carefully and inspecting the corpse clumsily, inexplicably. I feel a little cute.

"If Lan Ziqing is still an official in the court in the future." He turned his head and pulled Wei Lan's sleeve, looking at Wei Lan's rather puzzled expression, "Don't keep embarrassing him."

Wei Lan was confused, and when Lan Ziqing was about to speak, he had already got up, and he used a charcoal stick to draw a vertical outline drawn with human blood on the wall on a piece of white paper. Bai Xuehe leaned over with his head tilted and said, "This man There is a way of saying bad things about others, no matter how hard you write, you can’t finish it.”

"I don't want to bother you anymore." Lan Ziqing put away the blank paper and was about to go out to find Zuo Zuo.

"Master Na Lan wants to leave a mark." Bai Xuehe smiled, and easily took out the seal of Jin Yiwei from Wei Lan, "Your Master Lan checked it yourself, we didn't interfere."

As he spoke, he stamped the white paper and tore it apart from the middle, "We are half of each other."

He carefully stuffed the white paper into his sleeve, and threw the lead back into Wei Lan's hand as he walked.

Seeing that Bai Xuehe had left, Wei Lan followed him out of the cell, passing by a bustling restaurant, and suddenly saw a familiar face.

"I'm hungry." Bai Xuehe pointed to the restaurant, and as he spoke, he lifted up his clothes and sat inside, ordering a table of dishes like a nouveau riche. Wei Lan followed him as usual, helping him wash the chopsticks.

The bean curd vendor who identified Ruan Jin was sitting next to him drinking wine and cutting a plate of sauced pig ears. When the boss delivered the wine, he squinted and said, "Your food here! It's so tasteless!"

"This cook is not good today." Seeing that he was a little drunk, the boss continued, "I heard that your accent is from the north."

"I'm from the capital, and I can cook." The peddler said with a smile, "By the way, is there any place to have fun around here?"

Bai Xuehe was stuffing vegetables into his mouth, when Wei Lan suddenly heard Wei Lan say: "This peddler has come all the way to testify, and he is not in a hurry to leave, so he must have found this man, and he must have spent a lot of money on him, Mr. Lan, who is so stingy. "

Bai Xuehe didn't have time to answer, and stuffed another large piece of fish into his mouth, as if he was very hungry. Wei Lan smiled helplessly, raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea, but she only ate two grains of rice.

Bai Xuehe's small appetite couldn't eat much, so he had to choose some expensive ones regrettably. Wei Lan saw that he was about to finish eating, so she got used to it and prepared to buy it.

"I said, I'll go buy it." Bai Xuehe took out the silver domineeringly, got up and walked to the counter, Wei Lan was a little dazed looking at the thin back, he felt that Bai Xuehe was the same as usual, but he didn't know what was different , I vaguely felt that something big had happened.

"What are you thinking?"

Just as he was thinking wildly, a thin white hand waved in front of him a few times, Wei Lan flicked it in a daze, and accidentally touched that hand.

A thousand thoughts flashed through Wei Lan's mind. The most obvious one was that he really felt that Fu Jiying was a little harsh on others and treated Bai Xuehe like a pet, but he didn't want Bai Xuehe to contend with him.

"Waiting for a long time? The boss just didn't have any money to find me, so I followed him into the account room. These dishes are not expensive." Bai Xuehe said a few words to himself, "Let's go."

"En." Wei Lan nodded.

Not long after the two left, the bean curd vendor got up unsteadily, raised his hand and called for the waiter to pay for him.

The boss came out of the account room and put an ingot of gold and a letter in the peddler's hand. The peddler was stunned, as if he had never seen so much money before, and said drunkenly, "How can I pay you back for the meal?"

"Shut up, someone entrusted me to give it to you." The boss held his sleeve nervously, and there was also an ingot of gold stuffed inside, "I don't know who it is... just to give you money and let you do it, After that, that person will give... a lot of money."

The peddler grabbed the boss and ran into the account room, unable to resist opening the letter immediately.

"If you kill people and set fire, even if you give me money, I will..." After all, he grew up under the roots of the imperial city, and he recognized the seal on the letter, which was the mark of Jin Yiwei on the notice.

The hawker was half sober in an instant.