A row of shivering little eunuchs knelt in the corridor outside the palace.
It has been snowing all day today and it has not stopped yet. Scattered snowflakes floated into the empty corridor. Along with the sound of Emperor Shu smashing bottles and jars in the palace, all the little eunuchs were frightened.
I didn't dare to lift it up, I was trembling all over.
Emperor Shu picked up a glazed flower vase with both hands, raised it high, and threw it to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"His Majesty."
Emperor Shu suddenly turned around, walked a few steps quickly and came to the old eunuch, and said in a deep voice: "Speak."
The old eunuch put his whisk on his arm and lay on the ground: "Reporting to Your Majesty, a group of thieves escaped into Xinchangfang Dazhou Station. Our people did not dare to break in. We can only surround them outside."
Xinchangfang has always been the location of the inns established by various countries in Xishu, and the people living there are all "foreigners".
Dazhou's post station was also among them. He knew that the murderer of King Jing was among them but could not catch him. Emperor Shu frowned, his face turned black and purple with anger, and he waved his sleeves and knocked over the tea cup on the table.
After calming down, Emperor Shu ordered: "Go and tell Zhang San to catch them no matter what, otherwise we will come to see you."
The old eunuch mourned for a moment of silence for Zhang San and immediately got up to do it. Unexpectedly, Emperor Shu suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"His Majesty?"
The old eunuch raised his head and glanced at Emperor Shu: "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
"Declared a decree to ask the Ministry of Rites to bury Prince Jing's body properly and bury it in the imperial mausoleum with the courtesy of a prince."
After listening, the old lady nodded, but quickly frowned and tried to say: "Your Majesty, think twice."
Emperor Shu's face was gloomy, and he suspected that his ears had heard it wrong: "What did you say? Say it again."
The old eunuch was so frightened that he quickly put his hands on his forehead, knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, think again. I'm afraid His Highness Prince Jing cannot be buried in the imperial mausoleum. The thieves made such a scene at Caishikou, and now, I'm afraid they all
The people in the city all know that Prince Jing practices magic."
"Practice the devil's way, it is a heinous crime..."
In an instant, the palace was eerily quiet, and needle leaves could be heard.
Emperor Shu was stunned on the spot. After a moment, he staggered and almost fell over.
…
…
The next day, early morning.
Everyone who had slept in fear at the inn was woken up in advance.
After simply washing my face and having breakfast, I was called to the backyard of the inn.
Lu Ximing and Wei Wushuang have been waiting here for a long time.
It's just that the Wei Wushuang who met today is completely different from the one who met last night. They are like one in the sky and one on the earth.
His face was pulled down, and it was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Seeing everyone gathered, Lu Ximing spoke slowly: "Time is running out, and the Emperor of Shu regards you as a thorn in his side. It would be better for you to leave here as soon as possible."
Everyone nodded, this is the truth.
After that, Lu Ximing moved a few steps to one side. The clerk of the inn pulled out a luxurious carriage from the stable, and then drove out eight strange horses with horns on their heads. This strange beast looked like a horse.
, but not like a horse, much taller than an ordinary horse, covered in scales, and unruly.
Because they were pulled out too early, they were snoring and poking their hooves one by one, wanting to go back to the stable to sleep for a while. But fortunately, the little official had a magic trick to treat them, and after a while they were well behaved.
He hitched up the carriage and prepared to set off.
"One-horned horse!" Someone was surprised and recognized this horse. Rumor has it that this horse is not a real horse, but a tamed monster. This horse is extremely fast and can travel thousands of miles in a day.
"Nine-marked chariot!" Someone else was surprised when they saw the nine runes carved on the carriage. It is said that the nine-marked chariot is only suitable for the children of the Zhou royal family. This chariot is engraved with exquisite formations.
Pulled by a horned beast, it can move freely in the sky. More importantly, it is very comfortable and stable.
Lu Ximing said: "There are many of you, and you are still injured. I will send you back to Juxian Town with the Jiuwen chariot. But I am afraid that the car cannot hold so many of you. I also need to ask Xun Jianxian Yu Jian to take a few people with him, and add a few more people."
Wei Wushuang can also bring a few people along with him, so that’s enough.”
"It takes a little effort." Xun Yijian clasped his fists, then looked at the others.
But it was strange to see the reluctance on their faces.
Question: There are two completely different ways to return to Juxian Town, which one would you choose?
Option 1: Nine-pattern chariot.
Advantages: Royal exclusive, fast, warm in the car and no bumps. Disadvantages: None
Option 2: Sword.
Advantages: Xun Jianxian personally controls it, faster speed, panoramic sunroof, overlooking the beautiful scenery along the road from high altitude. Disadvantages: windy, easy to catch wind cold, there is a certain probability of falling.
Everyone squeezed into the nine-pattern chariot, wishing that people could sit on the roof.
"By the way, where is Master Jiang?" someone asked.
"Left long ago."
"oh."
The chariot immediately took off, rushed into the distant sky, penetrated into the clouds, and moved rapidly towards Juxian Town. The two people accompanying the chariot followed behind with swords.
County Sheriff Yan did not go back with everyone, but stayed at the inn. Zhao Jun would go back and take care of everything at home. He wanted to follow Lu Ximing on a trip to Beijing to meet the new emperor.
"Let's go?"
"I'm sorry..."
...
Time goes back two hours ago.
The capital city of Western Shu is still shrouded in darkness. Standing on the second floor and looking over, there are already floating lights in the distance. Nearby, the servants of the post station who got up early are walking back and forth in the yard, with faint voices.
Snap!
A crisp sound.
Jiang Yang woke up instantly and felt his cheeks burning with pain.
Open your eyes and look around.
Jiang Yang looked at Nan Yuan, who was neatly dressed by the bed, and said resentfully:
"Why did you hit me? You hit me so hard. My mother has never hit me so hard."
"Your mother?" Nan Yuan raised her slender eyebrows.
Jiang Yang waved his hand and said it was nothing. Although he was very angry after being slapped for no reason, what could he do?
Can't beat again and again.
I can only endure it.
So angry.
Angrily, Jiang Yang opened the quilt and put on his clothes. While putting on his socks, Jiang Yang looked at Nan Yuan beside the bed, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Did the Emperor of Shu send someone to break in?"
But he didn't hear anything, so Jiang Yang glanced outside.
Besides, the Emperor of Shu would not be that stupid. If he really tried to force his way in, it would easily cause a serious diplomatic incident.
"Nothing, I just came here to let you make a choice."
"What choice?"
"Go back with me, or with them? I'm leaving now. They probably have to wait until dawn."
"Of course I'm with you."
"Okay, pack up quickly and set off immediately."
After Nan Yuan finished speaking, she turned around and left. But when she turned around, a smile that was hard to detect appeared on the corner of her mouth.
A quarter of an hour later, a giant sword slowly lifted the two of them into the sky.
The giant sword quickly disappeared into the clouds and sped away in the direction of Juxian Town.
Nan Yuan held her arms and stood at the tip of the sword extremely coldly, letting the biting cold wind blow her hair. Jiang Yang clung to Nan Yuan's back and put his hands on Nan Yuan's shoulders.
The wind was blowing on his face like a knife. Jiang Yang couldn't open his eyes because of the strong wind, and his facial features were flying all over the place.
"I - say - slow down a little, you are going too fast and I can't stand it."
In the sky, Jiang Yang shouted at the top of his lungs, and moved forward again, wishing he could stick to Nan Yuan's back tightly. If not for the mistake of putting his hand on Nan Yuan's waist when he came, he would be hurt.
After a severe beating, the two of them would have become one.
Nan Yuan pouted her lips in disgust, then raised her right hand, snapped her fingers casually, and with a "pop" sound, the giant sword emitted a layer of light yellow light, shrouding the two of them in it, isolating the wind and cold.
Jiang Yang felt a little better now, but he still couldn't help but shudder and rubbed his arms vigorously.
After flying in the sky for a short while, Nan Yuan yawned for no reason, patted her mouth lightly with her palm, "We are about to leave, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Well..." Jiang Yang pondered for a while and tried to say: "Please, sister, don't leave, don't leave me..."
After a while, Jiang Yang covered his swollen face with one hand, turned his back to Nan Yuan, sat on the broad sword, drew circles at his feet with one hand, and kept mumbling, looking extremely pitiful.
Damn it, why is this station lady still beating people?
Nan Yuan turned around and glanced at the weak and pitiful Jiang Yang, shook her head gently, stretched her waist, and stretched her perfect tall figure.
Not long after, she also sat on the sword, looked forward, and said in a calm tone: "Remember, you still owe me a lot of things."
Jiang Yang said nonchalantly: "I know..."
Feeling the cold breath filling the air behind him, Jiang Yang pulled a stiff smile on his face, straightened up immediately, and said again: "I, Jiang Yang, do what I say, save my life, and take me to the capital with your sword."
, I will keep the kindness in my heart every time."
"Don't worry, the reward promised to you will not be less."
"When my hair reaches my waist, bah...when I become an immortal and become an emperor, I will definitely treat you as a guest."
"Um."
A faint voice came from behind. Jiang Yang tried to turn his head and saw Nan Yuan also sitting down, with two tight long legs hanging outside the sword, swinging back and forth, arms tightly hugging his chest, staring intently.
Staring ahead.
Jiang Yang moved his buttocks and moved to Nan Yuan's side, stealing glances at the heroic woman next to him from time to time.
Nan Yuan glanced at it, continued to look forward, and raised her chin slightly:
"continue."
"Um?"
Jiang Yang looked at Nan Yuan and found that she was very relaxed now, as if she had encountered something happy.
Nan Yuan shook her high ponytail and looked over, "I mean, what will you do to me after you become an immortal and become an emperor..."
Jiang Yang said "Hi", laughed and said, "I'm just telling you nonsense. I didn't expect you to actually believe it."
"Why don't you believe it?"
Jiang Yang blinked, not quite understanding Nan Yuan's brain circuit. Nan Yuan didn't look like someone who liked to listen to bragging. Why now?
Nan Yuan urged: "Speak quickly, after becoming an immortal and becoming an emperor..."
"Oh, oh." Jiang Yang thought for a moment and said, "When I become an immortal and become an emperor, I will never forget my... girl's life-saving grace." Seeing that Nan Yuan didn't respond, Jiang Yang continued: "
The girl is my great benefactor. I must treat her as a distinguished guest. I will personally serve her tea and water, water for washing her feet, and warm her bed..."
Nan Yuan listened quietly, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
Finally, Nan Yuan turned her head, looked at the chattering little Taoist priest beside her, and asked a question: "Will we meet again in the future?"
Jiang Yang's words stopped suddenly, he was startled for a moment, and showed his big white teeth: "Yes, I will definitely do it."
Hearing this, Nan Yuan suddenly slapped Jiang Yang on the back of the head. This powerful and heavy slap almost sent Jiang Yang away: "Okay, I... girl, remember what you said. Already."
Jiang Yang grimaced in pain and rubbed the back of his head: "Just remember, why did you hit me?"
Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows: "I'm used to it."
Jiang Yang: "..."
…
I don’t know how long I have been flying in the sky, but I am getting closer and closer to Qingyuan Mountain.
Nan Yuan took a deep breath: "Practice well and see you again in the future. I don't want you to still be under me."
Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Well, I don't like you on top of me either. It makes me look very unmanly. Next time we meet, I will definitely be on top of you and conquer you!"
Nan Yuan frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong...
"Okay, we're almost there, jump down."
Jiang Yang's eyes widened and he glanced down: "Isn't this too high?"
Nan Yuan kicked Jiang Yang angrily: "There's so much nonsense."
Jiang Yang couldn't sit still and fell straight down. His voice became farther and farther away and became less and less clear:
"Smelly woman, you are so irritable, no man in the world is willing to marry you."
Nan Yuan held her chin with one hand, glanced down, and sighed:
"It's destiny, you can't run away..."
After saying that, Nan Yuan Yujian turned around and stood up again. She became the cool swordsman again. This chapter has been completed!