"Cold clouds pass through the poor water, and the curtains are wrapped around the hanging curtains. I ask the chickens in the window when the long night will end." [Written on an Autumn Night]
Zhuojun, Linxiang.
The shadows of the trees swayed, the crescent moon hung high, and a faint mist floated in the mountains, which appeared milky white under the moonlight, like milk pouring in the mountains, or like the smoke curling up from the Boshan stove. The quiet night was like a dream,
Confusing reality and dreams.
"If you don't go to Chang'an to take a look, how can you say that the Han Dynasty is in decline and cannot be supported?" Under the dim candlelight, Wen Shu was dressed in neat and formal court clothes, with a black robe, a silver seal and a green ribbon, as if he was ready to go out for work at any time.
See you at the Hajj.
The father and son had discussed this topic several times, and Wen Hui said again: "But Aweng also served Emperor Xiaoling in Luoyang..."
Wen Shu's eyes were full of love. He looked at his son quietly and taught softly: "There must be a certain reason why the Han Dynasty has continued for four hundred years, but if there is a glimmer of hope, you cannot give up easily."
There was a "pop, pop" sound outside the window, and the bamboos planted in the courtyard were beating on the window lattice with the night wind.
"...The Emperor is of the same age as you. It is not easy for him to restore the imperial court to such a state. Why do you want to transfer the failure of previous generations to the emperor today?"
"Pah, pah, pah", the bamboo shoots hit the window lattice more and more eagerly, and the slender branches and leaves were printed on the window paper, like ghost hands growing out of nowhere. The scene in front of him was blurry for a moment, and the young man forgot that it was
How to reply? I just remember that the loyal Cangtou ran in from the outside and shouted in a hurry:
"Master Fu, leave quickly! Gongsun Zan has sent people to kill Master Fu!"
There was a vague rude noise outside, the sound of horses crashing through the courtyard door and stepping on the stone road, and the firelight dimly illuminated the doors and windows.
"I am the governor of Zhuo County of the Han Dynasty. How can I flee in fear of death? Gongsun is cruel. If you want to kill him, just kill him. I don't believe he will end well!"
"Ah Weng! Ah Weng!" The young man kept shouting and was hugged by someone, and he retreated towards the back door very quickly.
In the light of the fire, in the shouts of death, the screams were like a heavy hammer hitting the young man's heart.
"Remember what I told you to go to Chang'an!"
"Ah Weng!" In the darkness, Wen Hui suddenly turned over and sat up. It turned out that everything he had just experienced was a dream he was reliving. When he woke up, the people in the dream and the shouts of killing had disappeared.
It was so quiet all around that I could only hear the pounding and powerful heartbeat of my own heart, and the faint singing of frogs and insects in the distant mountains. Although the cruel and bloody scene was a dream, the shrill shouts and the blood splashing everywhere reflected the sound.
The firelight in the red half of the night sky and the group of ferocious-looking cavalry all told him clearly that this was the real memory of what happened a few days ago.
This is the seventh day Wen Hui has taken refuge in the home of Hou Lu in Linxiang. There are 2,000 households in Linxiang who were granted the title of Zhen Hou Lu Zhi. After his death, the fiefdom was automatically handed over to the eldest son to inherit. Although the actual title was 2,000.
However, Linxiang is not that big. Especially since Liu Yu was transferred to Bingzhou, many people who moved here were worried that life would be difficult under Gongsun Zan's rule, so they moved away one after another. The population here became increasingly sparse, and the real food town was actually
There are only a few hundred households.
When Wen Shu was still alive, he took good care of the sick Lu Zhi, and even had the idea of letting Wen Hui become his disciple. Unfortunately, Lu Zhi was seriously ill and could not make the trip. In this disaster, Wen Shu foresaw that he had offended Gongsun Zan and could not protect himself.
But his only son could not tolerate any loss, so he thought of the teacher-student friendship between Lu Zhi and Gongsun Zan, and asked Wen Hui to take temporary refuge in Linxiang, and then try to return to Bingzhou after the storm had passed.
Lu Zhi adheres to the principle of "frugality" and his family is not spacious. In the past few days, Lu Yu, who is only eleven years old, has been accompanying Wen Hui to eat and live together.
Wen Hui turned his head and looked at Lu Yu's sleeping face. Under the moonlight through the window paper, it showed the unique plumpness and whiteness of a child. Like himself, the other party's parents had both died, but he had been the one to visit these days.
Comforting himself, it only takes one night and one incident for a person to grow up, and young and innocent children will consciously grow up. Wen Hui gradually calmed down and began to sit on the bed and think randomly, but he couldn't help but open the window.
, let the moonlight pour in happily like running water.
'Is Chang'an really a good place to go?'
Wen Hui looked at the beautiful night and couldn't help but think of the last words between father and son. In a few months, he will be sixteen years old. The man is fifteen and is determined to learn, and he comes from a powerful family. He has already
He has his own ideas. Compared with the older generation, he does not have much obsession with the death or survival of the Han Dynasty, nor does he have a sense of responsibility and mission to protect Zhuqing from danger.
He had never experienced the glorious years that his elders cherished so much in peacetime. Wen Hui only knew that the Han Dynasty had been destroyed long ago. Instead of repairing a dilapidated house, it would be better to tear it down and start over. Young people are always determined to forge ahead.
Wen Hui is a pioneering person, and Wen Shu considers Wen Hui's idea to be completely rebellious, and the father and son often get into trouble because of this.
Now that his father is gone, does he really want to go to Chang'an and dedicate his life to a seriously ill 'old man'?
Come to think of it, that's all.
Lu Yu, who was sleeping, suddenly pouted reluctantly, said something vaguely, waved his hands in front of him for a while, turned over and fell asleep.
Wen Hui pursed his lips and smiled. It was because he had let in the mosquitoes from outside and disturbed people's dreams. He was about to stand by the window to get the artemisia and mugwort hanging under the eaves to repel mosquitoes, and closed the window at the same time.
, his eyes glanced out unintentionally, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
Although Linxiang Hou's residence is in the mountains, it is also a simple fort. Wen Hui lives in a house on the hillside. From a high position, he saw a fast horse running vaguely in the distance, and stopped in a hurry directly at the watchtower in front of the courtyard.
A nurse came forward with a torch. After a few words, they hurried to the courtyard. Lu Zhi's eldest son, the current Linxiang Marquis Lu Xian and his younger brother Lu Ji were also alerted. They were in the court.
We meet each other with our clothes on.
"Sun Junque came to visit at night. I don't know why?" Lu Xian ordered his people to serve tea and then dispersed the idlers, leaving only Lu Ji, Wen Hui and others.
The person who came was a young man with a weak headdress in light clothes. His name was Sun Li, whose courtesy name was Deda. He was from Rongcheng, Zhuo County. He met Wen Hui. When he saw Wen Hui, he immediately stepped forward and said, "The thief has harmed Mr. Wen.
I want to harm you even more. Gongsun Ji thought you were hiding in my place, so he sent Qingqi here yesterday afternoon. Now my home is no longer safe, so I came here to inform you. I am afraid that I will live up to the trust of the emperor and cannot escort you.
Headed west to Chang'an."
In fact, Wen Hui was not too depressed. His father had vaguely revealed to him before his death that Sun Li was a famous righteous man in Zhuo County. Wen Shu specifically asked Wen Hui to come in contact with him in order to attract attention and thus provide himself with shelter.
They used cover at Lu's home.
Now that he had implicated the other party, Wen Hui, who was roughly aware of it, was very upset. However, in Sun Li's view, Wen Hui's gloomy look was more like a loss of fate. He couldn't help but comforted: "Mr. Lang, there is no need to worry."
Mr. Wenfu was kind to Zhuojun, and I will always remember his kindness. Even if I can't leave Zhuojun for a while, I will keep you safe."
"For today's plan, we should try to get the body of our ancestor and bury it temporarily." Lu Xian frowned and said.
Lu Ji on the other side had no idea. He sat aside with a pale face and just acted submissively.
While they were discussing, a servant rushed in hastily and said anxiously: "Mountain, there are a lot of cavalry coming down from the mountain!"
"How is that possible?" Sun Li stood up suddenly as everyone was watching him, and said angrily: "I have clearly concealed my whereabouts along the way, and no one will be following me. How could I not know what's going on behind me in this moment?"
"When Aweng was alive, he often said that Sun Jun was a rare righteous man from Yanzhao. Naturally, I believed him." Wen Hui quickly calmed down and explained: "It's just that this group of people came here very strangely. If he hadn't been following him, he would have
I guess it must have been sent by Gongsun Ji."
"Gongsun Zan still dares to come and bully us?" Lu Ji said in disbelief. His father was a famous scholar in the country and was Gongsun Zan's mentor. No matter how cruel and tyrannical Gongsun Zan was, killing county guards, he would not be crazy enough to offend his master.
Lu Xian secretly regretted that he had subconsciously suspected the other party. At this time, he hurriedly said: "That's the reason. Let me go and take a look first so that we can be prepared."
Sun Li now calmed down a bit, and he, Lu Xian, Wen Hui and others climbed up to a high place and looked down.
It was a team of galloping cavalry, shouting "horse neigh". They walked closer and didn't care about any shade. They galloped towards the courtyard with great fanfare. In the deep dark woods where even the moonlight couldn't shine, there was a vague sound.
A few loud shouts.
"Hurry up! No one is left here!"
"No!" There was a uniform response, which made the frogs stop singing and the birds flew away.
Wen Hui looked at the movement in the distance, his thin body couldn't help but tremble. He held the railing tightly, and he seemed to hear the other party's voice clearly in his ears.
"Remember, we are the white horse Yi Cong from Yi Jing!"