Lintai Storm Record

In the past, even if Fu Mingmao was later demoted to a commoner, in her opinion, the change of status could not affect the fact that Fu Mingmao was the late emperor's own son.

This is also the thinking of many people in Dachu.

"Now that Fu Mingmao is back, his uncle sent troops to let Hei Di enter from Baiming Ferry Pass and broke through the Fengping Gorge Pass. Before I came back, the eastern border of Mengzhou had already been lost. After we arrived in Hanzhou, we had to face each other immediately. See Li Xiang, ask him to invite the emperor to let the Zhenbei Army send troops to Mengzhou for support."

Zhou Wanxin: "Isn't that urgent?"

"It's not far to Hanzhou, it's not a day and a half away."

Zhou Wanxin let go of her son's hand, her vision blurred for a moment, and returned to normal after a few breaths.She straightened her face and said: "It's important. When we are sent to the post, you and your officer will ride fast horses to Bangzhou to report. You should have left last night. Why didn't you say it earlier? My mother thought you were grown up and sensible. Now, why are you still so ignorant?"

Song Qianzhi couldn't remember how many times Zhou Wanxin drove him back to the secretary to save him. The most common sentence she said was "go ahead, mother is fine".Thinking about it, Song Qianzhi's eyes turned red.

"Can't you still be wronged? Why? Wronged?" Zhou Wanxin was angry and funny, and she said something to her son, and he was about to cry.Zhou Wanxin reluctantly sat up and hugged Song Qianzhi in her arms. She couldn't hold Song Qianzhi any longer. She lightly stroked Song Qianzhi's ear with one hand, and murmured absentmindedly: "At that time, you were a little girl. , in your mother’s arms, you don’t cry, you are very quiet from morning to night. I remember you are only three or four years old, you don’t like anyone, and you pester the prince all day long to play with him. Okay, unexpected..."

"Mother..." Afraid that Zhou Wan would feel sad, Song Qianzhi interrupted.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Wanxin's mouth, with unspeakable melancholy.

"People come from nothing, and go out from nothing. There is a way of nothing. Until that moment, it is impossible to understand."

Hearing this, Song Qianzhi endured the pain, hugged Zhou Wanxin's waist, and said coquettishly like when he was a child: "Mother likes children so much, in the future, my son and daughter will all cling to mother."

Zhou Wanxin brushed Song Qianzhi's curly hair behind his ears, and said with a smile, "When you were young, you rubbed your hair around your ears, and you were disobedient. Mother actually doesn't like children."

Song Qianzhi is saying that if he and Lu Guan stay together for the rest of their lives, then of course there will be no children, and they will have to find someone to adopt one.It seems too early to ask anyone to think now.Who knew that his mother didn't like children at all.At that time, Zhou Wanxin finally got pregnant with her third child, and she was extremely careful. Without the child, it was like breaking her whole body and barely sticking it together. These many years have passed.Song Qianzhi always thought that his mother liked children.

"But it's so strange if women don't have children." Zhou Wanxin said childishly, her lips pursed slightly.

"..." The sudden guilt almost overwhelmed Song Qianzhi.How did he never realize that his mother had so many fresh and fun ideas before, and he also didn't know that she could make Rongzhou folk hot and sour fish soup.

"Mother just doesn't want you to be alone in this world in the future."

Song Qianzhi frowned, hugged Zhou Wanxin tightly, and buried her in her arms: "Don't say that! If Mother says that again, I will..."

"Are you ignoring me?" Zhou Wanxin couldn't help laughing.

The maid next to her couldn't help laughing as she endured the sourness in her nose.

Song Qianzhi felt extremely sad.

Zhou Wanxin said in a soft voice: "If someone is with you, mother will feel at ease." With some sweaty fingers, she followed Song Qianzhi's ear, touched his face, and slightly squinted her eyes.Zhou Wan felt in a trance for a while, when the small and thin little thing lying in his arms would grow so big, enough to shelter her from the wind and rain.

The words rushed to Song Qianzhi's mouth, he raised his head, and was about to tell the whole story with Lu Guan, when he saw that Zhou Wanxin had closed her eyes.

Song Qianzhi's heart felt cold, and he stretched out his hand to touch her breath, the raised heart immediately fell heavily, sweating profusely.

Zhou Wanxin was already asleep, Song Qianzhi carefully laid her body flat, frowning forbearance, sat aside and watched for a long time, then went out to ask the driver to stop.

A large box was piled up on the carriage, Lu Guan's head and shoulders rested on the cushion, his waist and buttocks lay on the big box, arms folded, he woke up as soon as the car stopped, but he didn't get up.

The carriage was on the road again, let alone getting up.

Song Qianzhi rushed forward and pinched Lu Guan's nose.

After a while, Lu Guan slightly opened his mouth.

Song Qianzhi spread out his other hand and squeezed his mouth tightly.

Lu Guan endured it for a while, and finally failed. He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qianzhi. Seeing his red eyes, he wanted to ask him, but Song Qianzhi pinched his mouth tightly and couldn't speak.

As time passed, Song Qianzhi couldn't help but give away his hand. Lu Guan's eyes bulged, and his breathing was like pulling a bellows.

Song Qianzhi rolled off him with a smile, and Lu Guan grabbed him back into his arms and made him sit on his lap. Lu Guan was still lying down, looking at Song Qianzhi with gentle eyes. What he wanted to ask just now, I don't want to ask now.

"If I don't let go, you will suffocate to death." Song Qianzhi stopped laughing and pinched Lu Guan's nose.

"No." Lu Guan said to himself.

"Why not? Have you practiced any turtle breathing exercises?"

Lu Guan: "??? What is the Turtle Breathing Technique?"

"The legendary secret method can hold one's breath, but no one can hold one's breath without inhaling. I think at most one can hold one's breath for a while longer."

"Then what's the use of practicing?"

"If you are underwater or spying on the enemy, you may not be discovered if you hold it in for a while, and you can save a life. This method can also fake death."

Lu Guan was interested.

"How to practice?"

Song Qianzhi rolled his eyes: "The secret of not passing on, I know how to practice, I have long been a hermit in the deep mountains, everyone has to call me Patriarch Grandpa."

The corners of Lu Guan's mouth curled up, and he touched Song Qianzhi's face. He loved touching Song Qianzhi's exposed skin very much, and usually liked to touch his cheeks or neck.

Song Qianzhi kissed Lu Guan and sighed.

Lu Guan hugged him, and sat on the couch, it was very narrow, and if he moved a little, both of them would have to get out, the box stopped in the middle was only a narrow distance from the couch, so the two of them were trembling with trepidation, so as not to fell into the crevice.

"The doctor said that after the beginning of spring, if my mother is fine, she will get better."

Lu Guan kissed Song Qianzhi's ear and hummed softly.

"When my mother gets better, I'll tell her that we're together. When the time comes, toast my mother with a cup of tea and kowtow."

Lu Guan froze all over.

"You don't want to knock?" Song Qianzhi glanced at him.

"Knock, knock if you say knock."

Song Qianzhi snorted: "You can't have children, kowtow twice to wrong you?"

"Knock, I didn't say no to knock."

Song Qianzhi remained silent.

Lu Guan panicked immediately, and hurriedly said: "Knock it now, go knock it now, knock it as much as you want."

Song Qianzhi burst out laughing, Lu Guan was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was being played, he watched Song Qianzhi holding back his laughter on the couch, wanting to roll but didn't dare to move, Lu Guan wrapped his hands around his arms Under the nest, he pressed the person hard and kissed him.

Nibbling and nibbling, Lu Guan softened and put one hand on the edge of the couch to prevent Song Qianzhi from falling.

Song Qianzhi's eyes were red, his skin was fair, and while breathing intertwined, the two rubbed against each other for a while, and the kiss became like two male beasts fighting for territory. Song Qianzhi tried to stick his tongue out, but instead touched His tongue hurt, he simply opened his mouth and let Lu Guan come over, the soft tongue parted at the touch, Lu Guan panted heavily, kissed him recklessly, and stroked his waist hard.

When they parted, both of them were covered in sweat.

It is impossible to do it in this small space, one is uncomfortable, and the other is that Zhou Wanxin may wake up at any time, so it would be too embarrassing to be caught in bed.

Song Qianzhiwo slept in Lu Guan's arms for a while, and asked to stop the car, and went back to Zhou Wanxin's car.

When it was getting dark, Zhou Wanxin woke up, took the medicine well, and suddenly remembered that she ordered Song Qianzhi and Lu Guan to ride first. Song Qianzhi could not disobey his mother's wishes, and sent Zhou Wanxin to the post house to rest safely. He ordered the accompanying servants to take good care of them, picked two fast horses, brought dry food with Lu Guan, did not eat dinner, and immediately set off to Hanzhou first.

☆、The Difficulties of Prosperity (Ten Five)

Less than half a day after departure, it began to rain in the middle of the night, but it was very difficult to walk down the mountain along a muddy path.

"There is a ruined temple over there." Song Qianzhi said in surprise.

"Where?"

Song Qianzhi had good eyesight, and the ruined temple was hidden behind the jagged woods, so it was not easy to be found.

Lu Guan's horse followed, and the horse pawed its hooves uncomfortably on the spot. Song Qianzhi's horse was unwilling to leave the road and walk towards the ruined temple standing on the wasteland, but turned around in a circle, shaking its head and tail.

The two had no choice but to get off the horse. Lu Guan held Song Qianzhi's hand with his right arm, and let him hold his arm. He stood on the right side of the horse, Song Qianzhi stood on the left side, and the two walked hand in hand.

The cold and wet branches brushed against his face, Lu Guan wrapped Song Qianzhi with his right arm, his palms blocked the low branches, and he stepped down a slope.

"Be careful." Lu Guan let his own horse jump over first, dragged Song Qianzhi's horse downhill, put his arms around Song Qianzhi's waist, and hugged him, Lu Guan simply hugged Song Qianzhi directly.

"I'll go by myself." Song Qianzhi shouted, his hands involuntarily hugged Lu Guan's neck to prevent him from falling.

Lu Guan ignored Song Qianzhi's yelling, buried his head in kissing Song Qianzhi's lips, and blocked his protest.

"Let me...well..." Song Qianzhi was kissed very comfortably, enjoyed it for a while, his mind went blank, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

The rainwater flowed down Lu Guan's resolute face, and the cold water droplets were warmed by ironing the skin, and slipped into the collar along the chin.

"No one has been to this temple for a long time." Lu looked at the ground and walked steadily towards the ruined temple step by step.

Song Qianzhi looked around and saw that the road leading to the front gate of the ruined temple was overgrown with weeds and it was difficult to identify. Obviously, no one visited for a long time and it had long been abandoned.

A horse raised its neck and snorted, its hooves circling wildly.

Lu Guan held the rein and hugged Song Qianzhi again, almost being pulled by the horse's neck up and Song Qianzhi fell to the ground.

Song Qianzhi smiled and said, "Let me go by myself. Anyway, my clothes and shoes are wet. I hope there is hay in the temple to make a fire and toast the clothes. I can't collect firewood this day."

Pushing open the broken temple door, Song Qianzhi's smile froze.

"The smell of blood is so strong..." He murmured, took out the flint and tinder in bamboo tubes from the sealed oil-paper bag, walked towards the incense table directly above, touched the candlestick on the table, Song Qianzhi breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Lu Guan and said, "Not wet."

The small temple was illuminated by candlelight in an instant, and directly above was a mottled Bodhisattva statue, whose head was nowhere to be seen, only the red trousers and blue boots could be vaguely identified, and under one raised foot, there was a tiger crawling, and a missing one. The ears and tail were also broken.

Except for the Bodhisattva statue, there is a merit box in front of the case, and the lamp on the long-bright lamp stand is empty, and the messy dark color in front of the lamp stand looks like oil stains.

There was a thick layer of dust on everything, and a scratch on the table case that was as wide as one person extended toward the offering plate in front of the statue of the Bodhisattva. Leave a circular imprint, and there is no dust accumulation on the imprint.

Lu Guan: "I'll feed the horse first."

Song Qianzhi said hello, then put his upper body on the table, reached out to touch the confession plate, and suddenly changed his expression.

"Shunqin!"

Hearing Song Qianzhi call him, Lu Guan randomly put the fodder on the ground, the two horses were already very hungry, and they lowered their heads to gnaw.

"What's wrong?" Lu Guan ran over in a panic.

"This offering is fixed." Song Qianzhi said.

"Is there a mechanism?" Lu Guan went up and pulled Song Qianzhi off the table, let him stand behind him, jumped onto the table, stepped on the confession table with one leg, held the confession plate with both hands, exerted a little force, but There is no spinning of the offering tray.

"It seems to be really an organ." Lu Guan said.

Song Qianzhi asked nervously, "Open it?"

"Stand outside." Lu Guan ordered.

Song Qianzhi ran out of the door according to his words, hid behind the wooden door, stuck out his head, and said to Lu Guan, "Open it, be careful."

In the silence, the offering tray made a low rattling sound.

Then there was a faint movement below the ground, but there was no change in the small square world.

"What's going on?" Song Qianzhi looked around, and it was obvious that the confession was a mechanism, and there should be some place that shifted with the opening of the mechanism, but there was no abnormality in the place within sight.

Lu Guan got down, squatted on the ground, bent his fingers and tapped the ground.Song Qianzhi kicked away the straw on the ground, squatted next to Lu Guan, and moved with his position by jumping and jumping.

Suddenly, Lu Guan's eyes changed.

"Here?" Song Qianzhi asked.

Lu Guan nodded, pulled out the dagger in his boot, inserted the blade into a floor tile, and pulled it out.

The bricks opened are square, and the passage is not too deep. If you want to go down, you have to jump down, but how to get out after jumping down is a problem.

"There are no flying claws." Song Qianzhi glanced into the dark tunnel, frowning at the smell of blood, "Could it be a dead body below..." This is considered good luck, casually On the way, you can run into someone who was killed and thrown in the underground darkroom.

"Shouldn't be dead yet." Lu Guan said, "It's different from the smell of corpses."

The corner of Song Qianzhi's mouth twitched: "I remember there is a rope? Are you going down or should I go down?"

Lu Guan went to find the rope from the bag and tied it around his waist.

Song Qianzhi held the other end of the rope with both hands in front of him, looked down worriedly, took a candle from the incense table, put it on Lu Guan's body, and brought him tinder and flint.

After Lu Guan went down, Song Qianzhi crouched tremblingly by the entrance, staring down intently.

A faint light flickered in the underground dark room.

"There is someone." Lu Guan's voice came out, and he walked to a place where Song Qianzhi could not see.

Song Qianzhi said, "Is there only one?"

"Yes, there is one..." Lu Guan's voice suddenly fell silent.

A gust of cold wind rushed in from outside the temple, rattling the door panels, and the candles in the temple were extinguished. Song Qianzhi glanced at the door, and the rain was pouring down on the sky, and the two crumbling wooden doors were swinging back and forth.

"Lu Guan!" Song Qianzhi shouted loudly.

"I tied the rope to him, you pull him up first, be careful, don't touch him to death."

"..."

After a while, Song Qianzhi heard Lu Guan say "OK", and began to lift up the heavy object tied under the rope, which was quite heavy.

Song Qianzhi gritted his teeth and pulled it out, panting and shouting: "Isn't he a dead person? Is he really not dead? Not dead is so serious..."

Lu Guan remained silent.

Song Qianzhi dragged the whole person and lunged back, reached one of the pillars supporting the temple, wound the rope around it and tightened it, wiped off his sweat, went back to the entrance of the dark room, and lifted the person up with the rope.

"Ah—" Song Qianzhi yelled loudly, and the whole person fell backwards, sat down on the ground, and finally dragged the person out with his head on the ground and his back up.

As they got closer, the smell of blood on the body of the person brought up was suffocating. His body was covered with wounds cut by knives, but each tear in his clothes was only half the length of a pinky finger, so the wounds should not be big.Song Qianzhi didn't bother to check, and immersed himself in untying the rope on his body. Song Qianzhi's hand touched the greasy blood on the rope, and his fingernails were covered with blood mud for a while, and the strong rust smell rushed into the nasal cavity, making people feel sick Nausea.

Moving the wounded aside, Song Qianzhi put the rope back and let Lu Guan come up.

Lu Guan lit the candle again, turned the wounded man over, and asked Song Qianzhi, "Don't you recognize who he is?"

"I didn't look at it, who is it?" Song Qianzhi leaned over to take a look, and was immediately startled.

His pale and haggard face was covered with bloodstains, and the scars that had healed at the corners of his eyes were cut open again, and the bone was deep enough to be pierced into the eyeballs, his whole cheeks were sunken, and the blood stuck to the green stubble on his chin. There was coagulated blood between the lips, the skin of the mouth was bitten to a bloody mess, and the blood stains stretched all the way to the neck.

Song Qianzhi lost his voice: "Why is it him?!"

"I'm going to fetch water, don't touch him yet, get some cloth out, there is medicine for sores in the bag, take it out first." Lu Guan found a broken wooden basin behind the Bodhisattva statue, and went out to find water.

After not seeing each other for several days, Zhou Xian almost became a dead person, Song Qianzhi couldn't help feeling his eyes burning, and he tried Zhou Xian's breath with shaking hands.

There is still gas, and the breath is weak.

Who did it?Why did you want to kill Zhou Xian?

Song Qianzhi's brain was blank, and his hand looking for medicine trembled uncontrollably. He shook his cold left and right hands for a while, and calmed down.

Fortunately, Zhou Xian didn't die, and when Zhou Xian woke up, he could tell them what happened.

Zhou Xian took the late emperor's Baxia Sword to the Zhenbei Army to move reinforcements and let Bai Guyou's army go south.

Lu Guan fetched water and came back.

Song Qianzhi squatted on the ground, looked up at him with a bad expression, opened his mouth twice, but didn't speak, he forced himself to speak out, but his heart was cold.

"Sword..." Song Qianzhi said, "What else is in the basement? Is Baxia Sword there?"

"Nothing, blood all over the place. He was tied to a wooden frame, and there were no instruments of torture." While speaking, Lu Guan untied Zhou Xian's robe, and the majestic man's body was covered with scars. ... There were even hundreds of knife wounds, some deep and some shallow, all of which were inflamed and swollen.

Lu Guan dipped his fingers, sniffed it with his nose, and tried it with his tongue.

"You...be careful." Song Qianzhi said worriedly.

"Salt water, although it was meant to torture him, saved his life." Lu Guan wiped Zhou Xian's wounds one by one with a cloth soaked in water, and then applied medicine, but there was no way to bandage him, and the cloth was not enough.

The clothes of Song Qianzhi and Lu Guan were wet. Fortunately, there were hay and dirty cotton piled up randomly in the temple. Although this dilapidated temple was abandoned, some people occasionally found it as a place to rest their feet for a short stay.

After the fire was lit, the ruined temple became visibly warmer.

Zhou Xian originally had a scar on his face, from the corner of his eye to his chin, cutting his handsome face.His prisoner cut the scar on his face again with a knife, exactly.

Lu Guan waved his hand in front of Song Qianzhi's eyes, and said displeasedly, "Don't look at it."

Song Qianzhi sighed: "I don't know who is so ruthless."

"It's probably his old enemy." Lu Guan said.

Song Qianzhi looked at Lu Guan.

The fire light danced on Lu Guan's face, he stretched out his arm, and embraced Song Qianzhi, and opened his robe to cover the person in his arms.

"Is it cold?"

"I'm too scared to care about the cold." Song Qianzhi laughed bitterly at himself, "My hands and feet are still numb now, and I was still afraid of losing the late emperor's sword just now. The nine clans are not enough to punish."

Lu Guan touched his ear with his lips, and felt that Song Qianzhi's ears were cold, so he gently embraced him with his lips, rubbed against him, and hugged him even tighter.

"It's better now." Song Qianzhi said, "It seems that I was targeted by someone on the way out of Beijing to Rongzhou, and I don't know anything about it." After thinking about it, Song Qianzhi shrank his neck , with a daze in his eyes, "If it is Fu Mingmao's person, his power is too terrifying."

"If the emperor wants to kill your nine clans, wouldn't he also kill the queen mother?"

Song Qianzhi tried his best to relax himself, relying on the people behind him, his mind was in chaos, sometimes thinking of all kinds in Rongzhou, and sometimes thinking of fighting with Fu Minghong when he was young.

"Did you also live in Quzhou when you were a child?" Song Qianzhi touched Lu Guan's chin with his backhand.

Lu Guan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Well, I was born in Quzhou and grew up in Quzhou."

"Then you came to the capital, is this the first time you have left Quzhou?"

"No, I have studied martial arts and worshiped several masters. The first master kicked me out of the mountain gate when I was nine years old, and let me travel down the mountain by myself."

Song Qianzhi moved and asked curiously, "Have you ever been a ranger?"

This is almost the dream of every young man, to walk the world with his sword, to be kind and friendly, and to help when the road is uneven.

"Not really, I'm too poor."

Song Qianzhi: "???"

Lu Guan said in a low voice: "After eating the last meal, there is no next meal. I don't have money to stay in an inn. I often sit behind other people's grass carts and water carts, and let others take a ride. But I have been to all the places in Dachu. , A year and a half later, when I returned to Shimen, I found that the entire mountain gate was empty and the houses were demolished."

"why?"

Lu Guan touched Song Qianzhi's ears and felt that his ears were small and soft, which was very comfortable to touch.

But Song Qianzhi kept shrinking his neck sensitively.

"It's itchy, don't touch it."

"Chasing stars."

Song Qianzhi looked at Lu Guan, didn't make a sound, but answered him with his eyes.

"I will definitely protect you, even if it takes my life, I actually..." Lu Guan hesitated to speak.

"Actually what?"

Lu Guan sat up, picked up a wet wooden stick that was as thick as an arm, and stirred the fire into a burst of sparks, and the fire became stronger again, illuminating their faces.

"When the emperor summoned me to Beijing, I had already made up my mind that even if he needed me to die, I would go."

"Hey, why should he tell you to die and you should die, you are mine, okay..." Before Song Qianzhi finished speaking, Lu Guan kissed him all of a sudden, losing his temper.

Kissing her face flushed, she leaned into Lu Guan's arms.

"I made all kinds of inquiries. It was the local government who said that my master opened a martial arts gym privately. One night, the government led troops to surround the mountain gate. The government tied them up and beheaded them all in the downtown area."

"What crime?"

Lu Guan shook his head.

"There is no charge. Since then, the martial arts halls in Quzhou have closed down one after another, and those who have some connections have left Quzhou. The disciples in my master's school are all orphans. The master was a knight in his early years, and he can't make much money from opening a martial arts hall." For a little money, after the disciples in the school leave the teacher, they will become martial arts teachers for others, go to the escort agency to guard the escort, and some will join the public office as a government servant. In short, when the master thinks that you should go down the mountain, you have to go down the mountain to make a living. Once you have a meal Eat, everyone will remember Master's kindness in nurturing, and donate some money to the master's gate."

"Is your master's family all dead?"

"He has only one person." Lu Guandao, "Most of his disciples have married after they left the mountain, and he is the only one. My master said that when he was young, an expert told his fortune, saying that his fate was hard."

"Fortune-telling is all nonsense." Song Qianzhi remembered something, "The emperor said you learned kung fu from a monk?"

"I learned swords and guns from him. When I left the school, I used a knife. The first master taught me the basic skills. If I didn't have a good foundation, even if I met this unknown monk, he would not be my master." My master. He only taught me for less than a month and left Quzhou."

Song Qianzhi was in a daze.

A big monk in coir raincoat appeared in my mind, a rather tall figure walking on the country roads, discussing a fast meal with children, sitting peacefully on the high cliffs in the mountains, comprehending the power of heaven and earth.

"Then what's the matter with you and the emperor? You treat the emperor the same as you treat me?" Song Qianzhi wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Lu Guan and Fu Mingshao are classmates, and the two got enlightened together. Fu Mingshao is different from Fu Minghong. He has not been favored since he was a child, and he can't see the day when he will turn over. No one will try to please a hopeless prince. It's not as good as a chicken. It's a great fortune that no one gives him a supercilious look.

"He was the first person to be nice to me."

"Why? Better than me?" Song Qianzhi sat on Lu Guan's lap instead.

Lu Guan smiled.

"Quickly tell me, does the emperor treat you as well as I treat you?"

Lu Guan smiled and said, "No, he won't take my clothes off."

Song Qianzhi: "..."

"I... I will protect you and accompany you in the future, no matter where you want to go, no matter how many thorns there are in the road ahead... I am older than you, and I will overcome thorns and thorns for you. What I will do in the future... I... ..." Lu Guan's face turned red, and he said lightly, "I will love you as much as my wife, and won't let you suffer."

The dim candlelight flickered slightly, Song Qianzhi looked at Lu Guan seriously, lowered his head to touch his forehead, and said to Lu Guan: "My mother said she was afraid that I would be alone in the world in the future." Wrapped around Song Qian's waist Lu Guan tightened his hands, but Lu Guan didn't speak.

He felt that Song Qianzhi's eyes were really bright, like the two brightest stars in the sky, falling into his eye sockets.

"Even if Fu Mingshao wants you to die for him in the future, it won't work. Remember, you will stay with me for the rest of your life." Song Qianzhi kissed Lu Guan while talking, and Lu Guan just touched his lips. Suddenly excited, he pressed him down fiercely.

Without any prelude, Lu Guan just squeezed in like that, Song Qianzhi's shoulders were pressed against the cold ground, shivering from the cold, Lu Guan's hot lips were in the pit of his neck, and his face was pale due to the unspeakable pain.

When Lu Guan started to move, Song Qianzhi felt better, panting vainly, looking at the cobweb-tangled roof with a little absentmindedness, he hugged Lu Guan tightly, feeling that this hot man was like a red-hot The burning coals burned into his body.

When it was almost dawn, Song Qianzhi had passed out several times, half asleep and half awake, he felt that Lu Guan was washing him, his face and neck were flushed and he wanted to get up, but he felt very embarrassed, so he simply pretended not to wake up.Who knew that he really fell asleep, and when he woke up again, Lu Guan had already cooked some meat porridge in a small pot.

After drinking the porridge, Song Qianzhi woke up completely. He checked Zhou Xian's condition and found that the wound had not deteriorated. He needed to go to the town immediately to find a doctor to prescribe internal medicine for him, so that he could wake up as soon as possible.

Although there were many wounds on Zhou Xian's body, he lost consciousness mainly because of excessive blood loss. There were no internal injuries, which were all cut by knives.

☆、The Difficulties of Prosperity (Picking up Lu)

On the way, Song Qianzhi kept thinking about what the people who forced Zhou Xian to confess, but he knew almost nothing about Zhou Xian, and he didn't even know where his disfiguring scars came from.

According to Lu Guan's analysis, the person who caught Zhou Xian was probably the one who left the scar on his face, so he forced a confession by cutting open his old scar.

In addition, because there was no other information about Zhou Xian, Song Qianzhi felt that the people who tortured Zhou Xian probably wanted to know the whereabouts of Ba Xiajian.That is the commanding sword used by the late emperor. As long as there is a wise plan, this sword can be used as a talisman to mobilize the army.

What Song Qianzhi couldn't understand was that if the person who captured Zhou Xian was Fu Mingmao's men, and Fu Mingmao had already borrowed troops from Heidi, why did he need to mobilize the troops of Dachu?Both offensive and defensive sides are Fu Mingmao's people, and it is true that the Heidi people can win without a fight, but is this necessary?It is undoubtedly a scene to play with the left hand and the right hand, but for those who have not watched the play, who will it be for?

"It may also be just to hide this sword, so that Zhou Xian will not go to the Zhenbei Army for help." Lu Guan said.

Song Qianzhi and the others found a small town with a pharmacy, and now Lu Guan was bored in the courtyard of the inn, fanning the stove to decoct medicine.

The business of the inn was not good, and only the three of them stayed.

Song Qianzhi analyzed it with Lu Guan.

"Based on time, Zhou Xian hurriedly left Hongping County and went straight north. He should have already passed the Zhenbei Army. That's why he went west. The purpose of going west is the same as ours, to go to Hanzhou Miansheng." Qilinwei could easily meet the emperor. If Zhou Xian was brought to Song Qianzhi by Zhenbei Army, he would definitely go to see the emperor and ask for an order. Bai Guyou's self-assessment was justified.

Lu Guan nodded.

"Besides, it should be easy for him to think that after we return to Beijing, we will go to Hanzhou if we can't find the emperor. Or he just went to Hanzhou to meet us." Song Qianzhi mused, "How would the enemy know that Mr. Zhou has a With Ba Xiajian? Except for Xu Dingyuan, the magistrate of Hongping County, no one was there at that time. Xu Dingyuan is dead, it can't be him."

"You forgot one thing."

When Lu Guan opened his mouth, Song Qianzhi felt blessed for a moment, and heard him say, "The capital knows that you have taken Ba Xiajian away. If someone follows you after you leave the capital, then he will naturally know that Zhou Xian took it away." This sword. The sword box can't hide it no matter what, ordinary people wear swords on their waists, but this sword, he can only carry it on his back."

"It's too conspicuous." Song Qianzhi stared blankly at Huo.

The smell of the medicine leached out and was very smelly. Song Qianzhi watched the medicine soup bubbling, thinking about how to get Zhou to drink it first.

"Back then when Fu Mingmao rebelled, there should be two voices in the court, right?"

Song Qianzhi: "There is no detailed record of this case in Lintai, but it can be imagined that there must be two factions. The prince conspired against him. If he rebelled against the late emperor, he would definitely die. But after the death of the prince, he had the best chance. There is no serious fault for becoming the prince of the crown prince, but the late emperor recalled the sixth prince at that time because he favored my aunt, the Queen Mother Zhou, and sent him to be raised under her knees. This bad account is not easy to calculate. After the prince died, the courtiers The call for His Royal Highness was very loud for a while. After the incident happened, there will be two groups of people. One group wants him to die, that is, those who stand behind the Sixth Prince and my aunt. The other group is those who support the First Prince. These people, or the courtiers who have nothing to do with this matter, everyone knows that if the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, the eldest prince is sitting at home, and the disaster is coming from the sky, so he will inevitably think of himself."

"Master Qin said that day, if you see Fu Mingmao again, you will kill him directly." Lu Guan flipped the charcoal in the stove, and said calmly, "Did you want to kill Fu Mingmao that day?"

Song Qianzhi smiled and said: "Yes, you have already noticed that Fu Mingmao dared to come to see me, and the two people he brought with him are extremely masters, that's fine, there are still many masters hidden in the bushes, I saw people. At that time, if you didn't admit your cowardice, if you showed him something, the four of us might not even think about leaving."

"He won't kill you."

"Why?" Song Qianzhi smiled wryly, "I feel like I want to kill me, and the emperor wants to kill me too. He called you back, isn't it just to let you set me up?"

Lu watched Song Qianzhi.

Song Qianzhi's heart fluttered, and he leaned up to kiss his lips without a trace.

"He probably didn't expect that you would let me accept it." Song Qianzhi said with a happy smile.

Lu Guan seemed hesitant.

Song Qianzhi asked strangely: "What else can't you say?" His face was a little red, almost molesting Lu Guan.

"I found out about the woman your father raised outside the mansion, who lives next to Li Xiang's other courtyard."

Song Qianzhi frowned, thinking that Lu Guan almost knocked on the wrong door at that time, he might have thought that the other courtyard he found coincided with the residence where his father raised women outside.

Sure enough, Lu Guan continued: "At that time, I thought Lin Shutong's case was related to the woman your father raised outside."

"The emperor asked you to investigate the woman my father raised in another house?" Now Song Qianzhi understood that when he first came into contact with Lu Guan, Lu Guan always gave him a strange feeling, and it should be Lu Guan who was observing He was also observing the Marquis of Anding's Mansion at the same time, and the reason why he did this was probably because on the first day Lu Guan entered Beijing, the emperor instructed Lu Guan to catch him.

Lu Guan hesitated and said: "The emperor asked me to find a way to provoke the relationship between you and your father. He said that your father still has a woman outside the mansion. He didn't say much. At first I didn't know that you had an elder brother. That day We went to Zhang Jingju to investigate Lou Jiangyue's lover, and we met your elder brother, and that's when I found out that your father has a son outside." He spoke slowly.

Song Qianzhi showed a wry smile: "Family ugliness should not be publicized, but you are my wife."

"Hmm..." Lu Guan said, "You are also my wife."

Song Qianzhi's depressed mood suddenly cleared up, and he laughed. He pinched the back of his neck with one hand, and after a while, he said, "It's just that I didn't expect that you had already checked this matter before. Then when you returned to my house that night , you already know about the family matter I mentioned?"

"I don't know much, I only know that your father raised a woman outside, and where she lives. I don't know about your father and your mother's pleading. The emperor doesn't know where your father's foreign house lives. He just instructed me to investigate, and it turns out that the outer house is in the capital." Lu Guan took a deep breath, paused, and said with some difficulty, "I don't know how to comfort people, my parents died very early, but I You know, many men have several women."

"Haven't you thought about raising several women after becoming an official in the capital?" Song Qianzhi said jokingly.

Sure enough, Lu Guan blushed and said, "Who can fancy me, and I don't have money."

"But you are strong." Song Qianzhi said casually.

Lu Guan: "???"

"It's nothing." The smile faded from the corner of Song Qianzhi's lips, "The emperor asked you to do this