The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, Shen Kai turned around and saw a guard from Zhang Hongdao galloping towards him.
"What's wrong?"
"Goro was assassinated!"
"What?!"
"Afu was hit by a crossbow just after he came out of the Jinglue Mansion, and Wulang also fell under his horse...I rushed over immediately to ask for help..."
Shen was shocked.
The failure to pursue Li Xia all the way caused him to lose his previous confidence and decisiveness. Without Zhang Wulang's command, he felt a little confused for a moment.
Quickly withdrawing his attention, Shen Kai ordered: "You guys continue to stare, I will protect Wu Lang."
"yes."
"Walk……"
Across the high wall and the courtyard, on the small building in Yang Guo's mansion, a guard named "Yang Fu" was standing there looking out of the wall.
Seeing those people outside the wall leaving in a hurry, Yang Fu turned around and walked quickly to the study.
The candlelight shines through the paper window, and an old voice in the study is chanting words.
"The west wind is shining, the sun is setting on the grass and trees, and the shadows of the geese are entering the high cold..."
Yang Fu pushed the door open and called: "Alang."
Yang Guo, who was writing the lyrics, didn't even raise his head and said, "Don't worry, wait until I finish filling in the lyrics."
"Yes." Yang Fu cupped his hands and stood beside him.
Yang Guo frowned, wrote and pondered for a while, and then recited the last sentence.
"If you let the wine open your heart, you can follow the road of Shu, but now it is even more difficult."
This is a song "Taichang Yin". After filling it out, Yang Guo shook his head, threw the brush in his hand, and sighed: "It can't compare, it can't compare... That man is young, but his words are far away." On top of my old age...terrible."
"Alang." Yang Fu called again.
Only then did Yang Guo turn around and said, "Go ahead."
"Yes, a group of people have been evacuated outside, but there are still more than 20 people scattered nearby staring at us."
Yang Guo twisted his beard and pondered for a while, then asked: "How is the situation in the city?"
Yang Fudao: "There was a fire on the Double Ninth Festival, and people from the Song Dynasty were being hunted on the south bank of Longting Lake..."
"Are you still being stared at outside the mansion?" Yang Guo whispered to himself, "Prepare the carriage, I'll go to the Jinglue Mansion."
"yes."
Soon, the carriage was ready, and Yang Guo left the house without any other entourage. Only Yang Fu drove the carriage.
Not long after he left, he opened the car curtain, took a look, and sighed: "The moonlight is pretty tonight. Let's go west, circle around the lake, enjoy the moon, and then go to Jinglue Mansion."
"yes."
Yang Fu turned the front of the car, glanced back, and whispered: "Alang, ten people are following us."
"knew……"
In the moonlight, master and servant had no other words to say.
The carriage circled to the south of Longting Lake and then drove for a while to Baogong Lake. Yang Guo stood on the shaft and looked at the fire at Chongyang Temple before turning to Jinglue Mansion.
"Alang, there are more and more people following you."
"Go to Zhishiyuan..."
The carriage suddenly accelerated and drove to the side gate of Zhishi Garden. Yang Fu stepped forward and knocked on the door. A servant in green opened the door and let them in.
A group of soldiers caught up behind him, and the green-robed servant flashed a signal. The soldiers did not dare to make any mistake and just waited outside the door.
In Zhishi Garden, the carriage stopped.
The courtyard was quiet and no one came to disturb it.
Yang Guo sat in the carriage and sang a song he wrote in a dramatic tone.
"The sky seems to have nowhere to show my sorrow, and the clouds are covered with notes dipped in frost. When I sing, I have a strong heart, and I have stopped teaching thousands of miles and passed the mountains to rely on dreams..."
The old voice was leisurely and carefree.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
After a while, Yang Fu got off the carriage, looked under the carriage, and then walked around the back.
"Li Xia?" He suddenly shouted.
No one answered.
"Alang, that person didn't come."
Yang Guo smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's impossible to think about it. I think highly of that person. Let's go..."
"yes……"
Yang Fu drove to Jinglue Mansion. Yang Guo went in and came out. It didn't take much time to transfer back to the Mansion.
However, the carriage was searched four more times along the way, and the master and servants allowed the soldiers to search the carriage.
Finally returning home, Yang Guo shook his head and sighed: "It was a trip in vain."
Yang Fu said with relief: "Alang didn't have to take such a risk, let those people do it."
"That's all, that's all..."
Yang Guo was already sixty-one years old. He was very tired after walking around the city tonight, so he walked towards the study with his hands behind his hands.
There was a slight creaking sound, and Yang Fu opened the door and lit the candle... Suddenly, he was startled and almost shouted.
"Afu." Yang Guo scolded lightly and said, "Why are you panicking?"
"Who are you?! Let go of my Alang." Yang Fu pressed the knife and shouted in a suppressed voice.
In the room, a young man dressed as a Taoist priest was holding a long sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Yang Guo's chest.
"Don't move. If anyone dares to move, I will stab him to death."
Yang Guo seemed to smile and said, "Are you Li Xia? It seems that I have looked down upon you, so I put down my sword... Afu, please go and guard outside the house and don't let anyone come in."
Yang Fu agreed, glanced at Li Xia again, turned around and left the study.
It can be seen that the guard's figure was reflected on the paper window by the moonlight, but he did not call anyone again.
In the study room, Yang Guo stared at Li Xia, confirming his identity with just one glance, and his face gradually darkened, becoming calm and confident.
"What happened to Song Ting? Why did they send someone here now?!"
Li Xia was slightly surprised.
In his eyes, the old man in front of him had an extraordinary bearing, but he seemed a bit... too arrogant when he got straight to the point.
Li Xia originally thought that Yang Guo would be an old fox who was good at maneuvering, but now he looked like a scholarly doctor.
This made him vaguely feel that something was wrong, but then he thought about it, it was precisely because he was a scholar that he did the thing of passing information to the Song Dynasty...
Li Xia put away the long sword in his hand and did not answer immediately.
Yang Guo glanced at him, the blame on his face became stronger, and he said another sentence.
"In October last year, I sent someone to Lin'an to inform the south to send someone over. It's already July, I'm in trouble! Where is he? When will he come to see me?"
Li Xia didn't know who he wanted to see, so he didn't answer again.
Yang Guo ignored the long sword in his hand, lit a few candles himself, placed them on the table, and sat on the Grand Master's chair. He raised his head and glanced at Li Xia, saying: "Where is the person who made the decision? Could it be that I have something to do with him?"
Are you talking about big things like a kid?"
"I am the one who can call the shots."
"ridiculous!"
Yang Guo was obviously more excited and angry than Li Xia. After saying "ridiculous", he turned his head angrily and his chest heaved.
The study was quiet for a while.
Finally, Yang Guo let out a long sigh and said, "I understand even if you don't tell me... It seems that Zhao Song has never taken us seriously, right?"
Li Xia still didn't answer, looking at the poem Yang Guo left on the desk.
"The west wind blows brightly, the sun sets on the grass and trees, and the shadows of wild geese enter the high cold. Let the wine be wide and the road to Shu is now more difficult."
He didn't know much about poetry and couldn't understand the meaning of Yang Guo's words, but he could vaguely feel that... the other party had some expectations.
Yang Guo followed his gaze and sighed: "When it comes to writing lyrics, I'm not as good as you. I've filled it out over and over, but I still can't compare to your two lyrics."
"I copied it. I can't compose lyrics." Li Xia asked, "Where is Lao Gui?"
"I don't know." Yang Guo snorted coldly: "After such a long time, he must be dead... Hehe, three months have passed and he still comes to ask, 'Where is Lao Gui?' It's extremely ridiculous."
"What about the information?"
"I gave it to him."
"What information is that? Is it important?"
"Is it important?" Yang Guo asked back, furious.
He glared, slapped the case and cursed: "Sister Shu! Who do you think we are? We are high-ranking officials and rich, and have nothing to do. How can we risk killing our family and annihilating our clan to entertain you?!"
At the same time, in the distant Lin'an City, someone was playing chess.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and a river-crossing pawn was taken out of the chessboard.
"You're a pawn."
He smiled at the person sitting there and casually removed a "photo" and wrote lightly: "Pawns are useless...general."
"Good chess skills, I lost this game."
A child came forward to collect the chess pieces, leaving the Alangs to chat.
"By the way, that information from the north?"
"What to do with useless things..."
Inside Kaifeng City.
Yang Guo's anger, which he had suppressed for a long time, finally couldn't help but burst out again, slamming the table with all his strength.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"You are angry with me! You are angry with me!"
His palms hurt from being slapped, and the old man finally slumped down on the Grand Master's chair, his eyes full of disappointment and annoyance.
"Tao Shu, it's even harder now! It's even harder..."