Si Zhuo Green Plum Boiled Gu

(02)

Chang'an City

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Wu Shen has not personally walked the escort for many years, he even stopped intervening in the affairs of the escort agency a few years ago, and lived in seclusion in the south in a place with clear water and winding city full of greenery.Perhaps it was because he had seen too many dry wells in the desert, severe wind and severe snow in the first few decades, and after he had the wealth and status that he could do whatever he wanted, he just wanted to stay in this extremely gentle water town and never leave.

It's better in the south, even the wine is lingering, just suitable for an old man like me, and he can drink it openly.Wu Shen drank sweet-scented osmanthus sweet wine comfortably.

This was originally an ordinary day in his fairy-like life after he retired.

Until, the servant reported that someone wanted to see him, not only to see him, but also to discuss business with him, the business of darts.When Wu Shen heard these two words, he was very resistant, but he also knew that the person who could find him here must have a great news network, and the business he wanted to discuss with himself must not be an ordinary one. dart.So this person cannot be seen.

What about business?

There is another kind of mark in this world, no matter how famous it is, no matter how prestigious an escort agency is, it has to leave, and that is the mark appointed by the government.As usual, tributes and the like would be handled by the governor of the local government. No matter how expensive they were, they would be personally escorted by the Governor of Water Transport, the frontier generals, etc., and they would definitely not go to the Jianghu Bodyguard Bureau to intervene.

This can explain a lot of problems, and this is not destined to be an easy job.

It was a thin young man who came to see him, wearing a short dark blue suit.It is impossible to tell what kind of person he is from the outside, his eyes seem to have spirit and lifelessness, as if he wants to attract people to talk, but if he looks twice, there is nothing but his own shadow.

Standing next to him was God Wu's son who had not been seen for many months and who was supposed to be on the way out.

Wu Shen's hanging heart dropped a little more.

He can only take this dart.The governor then asked him to dispatch two teams of bodyguards from the two branch halls, one in the south and one in the north. One went from outside the Great Wall to the south quietly, and the other set off from the south with great fanfare. Their goal was the same, Chang'an.

The young head of the bodyguard, who had just taken over for a few years, bid farewell to his worried old father, and took a bodyguard team north to Chang'an.The same bodyguards, bodyguards from the same bodyguard agency, even for the same mission, but they live two completely different lives.When Sima Chaoqun and the governor led the team through the wind and snow, the bodyguard team from south to north ate and drank well, and the scenery along the way was good.The common people on the side of the street watched the escort team pass by with cheerful expressions.

No one in the northern area dared to come to Wushen Escort for a long time. The Escort team has walked out peacefully for more than ten days, and has already entered the territory of Luoyang. It only takes two or three days to reach Chang'an with normal foot strength. .

Wu Mo didn't look relieved, the closer he was to his destination, the more dangerous he was. He understood this truth as early as ten years old when he was walking darts with his father.What's more, the darts on this trip are really tricky.Looking at the seven or eight heavy boxes carried by the team, he was very worried.

He calculated the days in his mind again, Sima Chaoqun should also meet him in Chang'an.

Sima Chaoqun came to the bodyguard agency only five years ago, so he shouldn't be entrusted with such a heavy responsibility. Even Wu Shen didn't want to accept him at that time. It happened that year, Wu Mo had to go out alone for the first time, and the chief bodyguard was worried after much deliberation.He has always kept the two siblings at the same level, practicing martial arts together and playing darts with him. In the future, the Wushen Escort Bureau will also be controlled by the two of them. Much better.

Who would have thought that his sister, who had poured more hope into him, would not be able to get sick after returning home after leading the escort team alone for the first time.Wu Shen regretted to his daughter in the hospital bed, after all, she was a girl, maybe she shouldn't be burdened too much, if she didn't travel long distances to that difficult place, she wouldn't be infected with this disease.Wu Shen never let her touch business affairs again.After recovering, the daughter seemed to be a different person, and she never mentioned co-management of the Escort.She soon married an ordinary escort, and after giving birth to a child, she rarely showed up.

Wu Mo, who was only 15 years old back then, was pushed to the front of the stage hastily, so he needed someone to be with him, someone who could complement his shortcomings without posing a threat.This person is Sima Chaoqun who just joined the sect.Wu Shen soon realized that he had made the right decision. Not only was Sima Chaoqun a very conscientious bodyguard, he had never made a single mistake in the past five years. What was more important was that he treated Wu Mo very well, and they had always cooperated very well. , both in public and in private, Sima Chaoqun has been the deputy head of the Wushen Escort Bureau in five years.

Therefore, half of the fatal dart this time was handed over to Wu Mo, and the other half was naturally led by Sima Chaoqun.

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Before Wu Mo really stepped into Chang'an, he saw that touch of red from a distance.A puff of smoke, the information it wants to convey can be distinguished just from its density and color.The color of the solitary smoke was thick, showing the color of ruby.All was silent.

This puff of smoke also attracted the attention of others.

"Is this how you spread news within the Escort?" Next to him was the person who stood aside when Wu Mo went to find Mr. Wu. At this time, he was wearing a deep purple-gray cloak with a scarlet lining over a dark blue black suit, and a light purple-gray cloak. The belt is pinned with gold feathers.

Wu Mo nodded, tightened the reins, and the horse picked up speed.

"This Chang'an is not what I imagined." The young man looked at the deserted street in front of him.

"I'm glad it's not what I thought it was either."

"Have you been to Chang'an?" Wu Mo asked curiously, with a little eagerness to try, and then continued, "I'm stupid. Mr. Zhuo has traveled all over the world and solved countless cases. Naturally, he has been to Chang'an."

"No, I mainly stay in the south, even if it's a case, I don't take cases from the north."

"Why? With Mr. Zhuo's ability, wouldn't it be better to use it if he came to Chang'an for development?"

"Because it doesn't make sense."

Wu Mo still didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized,

"Mr. Zhuo no longer needs to come to Chang'an. If you are not in Chang'an, the prince will invite you out this time to let you do this matter."

Mr. Zhuo smiled, and a pair of black jade eyes under his sword eyebrows narrowed slightly.

Wu Mo found that there seemed to be something different in Mr. Zhuo's laughter, it wasn't the joy of listening to a joke, nor the fake smile of poisonous stings.It was an indescribable smile that traveled through time.Wu Mo suddenly discovered that Mr. Zhuo was very similar to a person, they also had eyes and expressions that surpassed their own age,

"I don't know what's going on with Sima Chaoqun." Wu Mo returned to the business and became worried again.

After all, Chang'an is Chang'an. From the old city to the new city, there are bustling night markets separated by three or five blocks, where carriages are prohibited and vendors flow.Among those who sell water chestnuts and dried fruits, the most common ones are tea shops and wine shops with one stall a few steps away.The cheeky man was drinking tea, while the sad-faced middle-aged man was drinking wine. There were already many customers around the steaming wonton stall at the street corner.

To the west of Chang'an, the night turned into day, and the day illuminated by the firelight, with crimson flames flickering in the blackness.People on several streets stopped drinking tea and alcohol, and looked up in the direction of the flames, with indescribable horror on their faces.

Red ashes fell from the evil air.

The old house of Prince Dai's Mansion is in the southwest of Chang'an, sitting alone in a corner of the city.The dilapidated building was already full of cracks and covered with moss.Holes, cracks, and weeds have all been engulfed in red light at this moment.

In front of the bright firelight stood two people, both dressed in white.One face is anxious, the other is indifferent.

They originally agreed to meet tonight, but they were attracted by the fire before the time came.

"Why do you care so much?" Sima Chaoqun stopped Wu Mo who was about to rush in, the other's eyes reflected the fire, as if he was also burning.

Wu Mo's lips parted, struggling for a long time but unable to answer, his eyes were red from the smoke.

"Is there any secret in this house?" Sima Chaoqun looked at him, his words were questionable, but his tone was still gentle, "Is there something else I don't know about this escort?"

Wu Mo was silent, then stomped his feet, and answered "Yes" as if making up his mind.

Sima Chaoqun didn't ask any more questions, just stood quietly waiting for him to continue.

"Actually, my father didn't tell you the truth."

"He told you that the bodyguards on this trip were for Prince Dai, and that you and I each brought a bodyguard team under the cover of gold and silver markers. In fact, we each escorted a blood-striped luminous cup as a tribute to Chang'an. After the meeting, we went to Prince Dai's mansion. Leave it to him. Except for the three of us, the rest of the bodyguards don't know what they are escorting."

"It does not appear to be the case."

Wu Mo looked at his expression, "There is only one luminous cup in my team. It is not a tribute either. This escort is Prince Dai's private matter, and has nothing to do with the government. On the surface, the prince entrusted the Governor of Water Transport, but in fact What he really found was Zhuo Donglai, the god catcher who has never set foot in the north and is known as "Catching the Wind and Shadow" to arrange this trip." He paused and continued, "Also, the handover location is not at Prince Dai's current mansion, but here .”

"only...."

"It's just that as soon as you sent it in, it caught fire."

Wu Mo gritted his teeth and looked at the smoky inner courtyard, "Don't blame my father, these are the prince's request."

Sima Chaoqun patted him on the shoulder, took a few steps forward, and pushed the hot door button.

"What are you doing?" Wu Mo asked behind him.

"Get it back for you. Where did you put it?"

"Mr. Zhuo put it. There is a fork in the inner courtyard to the left. About ten steps away is a darkened room with no plaques. The cups and boxes are placed on the empty table inside."

Before Wu Mo finished speaking, the white figure beside him had already stepped in.

A gust of wind blew in the night, making the fire more intense.The heavy door finally couldn't stand it anymore, the metal melted and deformed and stuck together again.

This door has been closed forever.Wu Mo panicked. He looked around and shouted the names of the people inside.

In the end, he set his sights on the burning brick wall, gritted his teeth and was about to climb over the wall to enter, when suddenly there were noisy footsteps behind him.

Wu Mo turned his head, suddenly there were thirty or forty people in the open space, dressed like servants, all carrying buckets in their hands, some buckets were filled with water, and some buckets were filled with ice.These people surrounded the burning building in an orderly manner, some passed the bucket, some put out the fire, and some passed the empty bucket back to exchange for a new round of water.

Wu Mo was stunned.until someone walked up to him.

It was Mr. Zhuo who had just left, and Wu Mo heaved a sigh of relief. "Mr. Zhuo, did you see the fire coming back?"

Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the brick wall, staring into the yard,

"I came back because Prince Dai changed his mind. He wants to live."

Wu Mo was taken aback for a moment, "You mean... Prince Dai wants to arrest Sima Chaoqun?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zhuo's body froze suddenly.

"Is there anyone else in there?"

Wu Mo nodded, feeling more and more confused.

Anything with more people is effective. The fire has been extinguished, and the land is scorched and muddy like after a heavy rain.With a flick of Mr. Zhuo's clothes, he had already entered the courtyard, and Wu Mo followed suit.

They walked the road they had just walked again.In a corner of the house, it was still the scorched house just now, and even the window grille had been burnt to ashes at this moment.

The door, of course, was also precarious, and it fell down with a slight push.

The room was still the scorched empty table just now, and on the table was the box they put down.Two people were lying at the foot of the table.

"Sima Chaoqun, Sima Chaoqun." Wu Mo quickly squatted down to probe Sima Chaoqun's mouth and nose, "Fortunately, it was smoked over."

Only now did he focus on the other person who was also unconscious.He should have been wearing Tsing Yi, but it was already blackened by the smoke.

"Mr. Zhuo, what is this?" Even with his eyes tightly closed, Wu Mo was surprised by such a foreign-looking light-colored hair.

He turned back to look at Mr. Zhuo, only to find that he was staring straight at the person lying on the ground, not the one he asked, but the one in white.

"Is he the Sima Chaoqun you mentioned? The deputy hall master who led the way outside the Great Wall this time?"

Wu Mo found that when Mr. Zhuo asked this question, his expression was sad and painful, but his eyes were bright and deep.He nodded.

While talking, two people came in from outside, tied up the man lying on the ground in Tsing Yi with iron chains, and poured another bucket of ice water on it.The man woke up from the cold, his green pupils were indifferent, as if all the embarrassment that happened right now was in his expectation.

"I'm not dead yet."

No one answered him, but another team carried a sedan chair into the high wall that was almost burned, and stopped in front of the house that smelled of burning.Only then did Mr. Zhuo make a gesture of invitation to him.

The man who was tied up laughed at this moment, "He doesn't want me to die?"

"Yes, my lord has changed his mind."

"After he set the 'Zhelan Pavilion' on fire for the second time." The man trembled with a smile, "This time, he even wanted to burn it with me."

The iron chains on his body also trembled, and the sound was like crying.In the sound of crying, he walked towards the sedan chair step by step.

A fire burned everything, not even a single plant or tree remained.A space without any sense of life, a sedan chair with a dark blue roof, iron chains dragging on the ground, and Mr. Zhuo standing with no expression on his face.

Suddenly his gaze sharpened, for a light was glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, and a black figure.But he didn't take any action, because he discovered again that although the light of the knife was directed in this direction, it didn't intend to hurt anyone.

The knife cut the iron chain that the man was wearing.

With a single strike, iron stars splashed everywhere.

The person who came was wearing the same black bunt clothes as the boy who just put out the fire, and had silver hair.There was no response when he cut down the chain, and he cut again. After seven or eight cuts, his arm was numb, and he still didn't stop.

"It's you?" The green eyes on the other side finally lifted up to look at him.

"It's me." The visitor replied, "But you don't even know my name."

"Governor Jiang? Are you...not the Governor of Water Transport?"

The visitor smiled even more bitterly, "My identity as the Governor of Water Transport is real. Other than that, you don't remember anything."

"Ten years ago.. Dai Wangfu..." He just started, seeing those green eyes flickering painfully because of these words, he stopped talking, but changed his tone, "Today, he absolutely I can't take you away and imprison you again."

"What happened ten years ago may not be what you think it is."

All follow the voice to see the speaker.

"Sima, you're awake!" Wu Mo excitedly stepped forward to support him.

"This is the real person in charge of this escort, the famous catcher in the south of the Yangtze River, Zhuo Donglai, Mr. Zhuo."

After hearing this, Sima Chaoqun smiled at the other party,

"Although Mr. Zhuo claims not to leave the south, his reputation of chasing wind and shadows has already spread outside the customs. Today, he was lucky enough to meet you in Chang'an City."

Invisible wind, weightless shadow, who can stop the wind for a moment, and who can touch the shadow in the backlight.It is said in the Jianghu that this arrester will only do things for money and stand out for power.One foot has stepped into the imperial court, but he wants to keep his body free and refuses to really enter the palace.

Zhuo Donglai looked at Sima Chaoqun, he was still wearing white, as if he had worn that white to the extreme, without any color.Although the white is clear but not dazzling, it is like moonlight, and like cherry blossoms in the southern country in March and April, slowly rustling all over the ground.However, the expression in his eyes has changed, the edges and corners that were half upright and half bold are completely gone, no matter how anxious people are under the warm eyes, they will feel at ease.

But Zhuo Donglai's heart couldn't settle down, even at that second, his heartbeat left his chest, and when it came back, it was stained with poisonous juice.

Before Zhuo Donglai could think of an answer, Sima Chaoqun had already looked away.

When he spoke again, the person he was talking to was the Governor of Water Transport, "Ten years ago."

Those three words filled his green eyes with pain again, and he took Sima Chaoqun's words, "Yes, I am the foreign businessman "Lan" ten years ago." He looked at the Governor of Water Transport, "Ten years ago, The prince did not imprison me. Today, he..."

The governor looked at him in surprise.

"It's time to speak up because I.."

"Enough." Zhuo Donglai said at this moment, pointing to the sedan chair outside the door, "You don't need to know about the prince's affairs. Lan, please go."

"Governor Jiang has the right to know."

"He's just begging for someone he shouldn't covet." As soon as he said this, he was stunned.Everyone present was stunned.

Wu Mo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, interjected, "Mr. Zhuo, you didn't even tell the truth to my father. Obviously, this Luminous Cup is not your goal. Wushen Bodyguard Agency lost ten bodyguards, isn't it worth an answer?"

Zhuo Donglai sighed, "Perhaps the famous arrester who claims to know everything doesn't know the answer this time."

"Maybe, you just don't care about the truth, what Mr. Zhuo cares about is the final result." It was Sima Chaoqun who answered.

The two were taken aback again.

"Then why did you appear here? Only Wu Mo and I should know about the handover here."

A smile appeared on the corner of the bodyguard's mouth, "I'm here to save people."

That day in the snow-capped mountains beyond the Great Wall, the innkeeper lost to Sima Chaoqun's sword, but he still got the blood-striped luminous cup, after he told Sima Chaoqun that shameful secret.

Ten years ago, Prince Dai and Lan made a bet because of a unique blood-striped luminous cup in the world. Lan threatened that there is no unique treasure in the world, and he can imitate any treasure with his pair of god-given skillful hands.So the little prince kept him for three months, and if he could make another luminous cup within these three months, he would win.During the three months that Lan lived in the palace, the two met every day and gradually fell in love.Three months later, when it was time to separate, Lan grew up outside the Great Wall and never had any taboos in her eyes, so she even asked the little prince to leave with him.Where is Little Prince Dai?If he can leave everything behind, will the ending be a joy? Maybe on the contrary, two people with extremely different personalities and backgrounds will only be more bleak if they have to force it.Maybe the little prince had thought of this a long time ago, maybe he saw that his foundation in the palace was not stable yet, so he swore an oath with the pair of blood-striped luminous cups that were hard to tell, and gave Lan a hope.Ten years later, if he is in power, he will secretly release the pair of blood-striped luminous cups, and Lan will come to him if he can get them.

Afterwards, he did not hesitate to set fire to the "Zhelan Pavilion" where Lan lived, forcing Lan to leave.

Even paler than Lan's face was Governor Jiang,

"You... unexpectedly..." He was incoherent and couldn't find an appropriate description for a while.

"I was so stupid that I waited for ten years and believed him for ten years." Lan looked at the chains wrapped around his body, "'If you can get the token, come here to find me', I got it, here I come Here, it turns out that he has not forgotten this agreement..."

"I'm here for the appointment, and he's here to kill me." Lan said word by word, red tears flowed from her green eyes, winding and shattering like the blood-patterned luminous cup on the table that no one looked at again.

"I said, I'm going to save you, I can come in and save you if there's a fire, and that's still true."

"No matter what the truth was ten years ago, no matter what you thought in your heart, even if you didn't even care about my name, I will never let you get hurt again today."

For a moment, two people, one black and one white, surrounded the weeping prisoner.Wu Mo looked at them hesitantly, then at Mr. Zhuo, and finally stood by Sima Chaoqun.

"Okay, very good," Zhuo Donglai sneered,

Before the laughter fell, the house was already surrounded by torches, and the archers in black on the high wall in the yard pointed at the four people in the house.

"Wu Mo, Sima Chaoqun, are Wushen Escorts sure they want to fight against the palace?" He said this to two people, but his eyes were fixed on Sima Chaoqun alone, "It may not be worth fighting against me for a businessman outside the Great Wall. "

The two people who were asked didn't make a sound or move, and the one who jumped out was Governor Jiang.Xuan Tie's thin knife had cut dozens of times in an instant, and the knife was full of hatred.Zhuo Donglai avoided them one by one. After No. 11 fell, he reached out to touch his belt and shook off a soft whip.The soft whip held a chill in his hand, just like his people, cold and extremely targeted.The whip met the knife in the governor's hand with such a biting murderous look. The next second of contact, the whip, which was as hard as a sword, changed back into a snake-like shape, binding the governor's legs downward.The governor was about to chop off the whip on his leg, but his hand stopped halfway, and the man had already fallen.

The whip was still in his leg, and it was the arrow that shot through the window that killed him.

Zhuo Donglai didn't stop, he had already come to Wu Mo's side at the same time as the governor fell, and he was holding the knife that the governor used before.No one would have thought that he would suddenly abandon the long whip and use a knife instead, and no one would be wary that he would suddenly switch to a close-up knife, so although his slash was useless, he was already winning.

An ivory white knife blocked the falling black blade, a stalemate forced Zhuo Donglai to take three steps back.

If a person is not born with strength that is different from ordinary people, how can he reverse the knife at the last second and force the opponent back instead.

"Sima Chaoqun, well, it's really good." Zhuo Donglai no longer sneered when he said these words for the second time. His face was expressionless, and the words were also without emotion.

Even his movements are unpredictable.Zhuo Donglai raised an arm as a signal, and the archers outside the window all retreated.The space that was illuminated by the torch as if it was daytime has returned to darkness.

"I want you to see for yourself if it's worth it."

After saying this, he set off again, with the same knife as black as the night.Zhuo Donglai's target this time was not in this house, he didn't touch the ground, and he took the forgotten blue-topped sedan chair outside the door with the light of his knife.

A touch of blue flew over and stopped in front of the sedan chair.

There was no iron chain on Lan's body, and his pair of unparalleled hands were free again to grab Zhuo Donglai's wrist holding the knife.This scene stunned Wu Mo and Sima Chaoqun in the room, but Zhuo Donglai seemed to have expected this change long ago, he turned his wrist lightly, threw the knife into the other hand, and still slashed at the sedan chair.The car curtain had already been chopped off by the wind of the knife, and Lan, who had no weapon in his hand, actually blocked the knife's edge with his bare hands.

"stop."

As if he had been waiting for this sound, Zhuo Donglai's blade stopped instantly, leaving only a red mark on the palms of those snow-white hands.

Lan stood there blankly, staring at the sedan chair with fixed eyes.

Zhuo Donglai asked him again.Watching him slowly walk into the sedan chair.

Several bearers ran out from nowhere, lifted the sedan chair and went out, disappearing into the night.

"He..." Wu Mo came back to his senses and said, "Is Prince Dai in the sedan chair?"

Zhuo Donglai agreed.

"He wasn't trapped at all?"

"No chain can bind those hands that are number one in the world."

"Then, what will happen after he goes?"

"As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter what the outcome is." It was Sima Chaoqun who spoke. He looked at the dead Governor Jiang, whose silver hair was stained with red blood, and heaved a long sigh.

This sentence also answered the next question that Wu Mo hadn't asked yet.

For a moment, the three living people looked at a dead man on the ground, each with their own thoughts.