Liu Ruyan smiled warmly: "The deputy commander arrived in time, otherwise the murderer would have escaped, and it would be difficult to explain to the saint."
She looked at Wu Guang again, and her tone was also full of appreciation: "Thanks to the general's wisdom and bravery this time, he was able to catch the enemy well, otherwise, Liu would still have to lose the honor."
"Hmph." Wu Guang said with an arrogant look on his face, "As a general, you are very happy with your achievements. This case was solved in a timely manner, and it's not all thanks to you, Deputy Lieutenant Liu."
"General, there is no need to be humble. Without your help, how could we have successfully captured the murderer?" Liu Ruyan said frankly.
The murderer of the Liao envoy was taken down for interrogation, and the front door of the household returned to its usual deserted state.
Liu Ruyan thought to herself that she could drink a pot of hot tea when she went back to warm herself up.
She just started to take steps, and not too far out, she was stopped again.
It was the guard who asked her to investigate the case earlier, the person in front of Emperor Han.
"Liu Lieutenant, your Majesty has invited you." The guard lowered his voice.
Seeing her understanding, Ye Xun couldn't help but ask: "What's going on now?"
"Maybe it has something to do with the death of the envoy." Liu Ruyan frowned.
Since the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the world has been in turmoil, and vassal towns all over the country have established themselves one after another.
Among them, the regime in North China controlled the Central Plains. The Northern Han Dynasty was only a vassal town in the twelve states of Hedong.
Although the Liao Kingdom was extremely ambitious, it was a powerful weapon for it to contain the tiger and wolf forces in the Central Plains. This time the envoy died in the palace, and the Han Emperor could not escape his involvement.
Hopefully, this time, there is room for recovery.
Zichen Palace.
Liu Ruyan looked at the superior Han Emperor. He was in his prime, and he seemed to have aged a lot overnight.
Seeing Liu Ruyan entering the palace, the Han Emperor spared her the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and said slowly: "Ai Qing has indeed lived up to his trust. In just a short time, the assassin can be arrested. Just now, the assassin committed suicide in prison. Liao
It’s hard to explain things to the Chinese side.”
He sighed and took something out of his sleeve.
"This is what the Liao Kingdom wants. The envoy is dead, so Liu Aiqing will send it over."
Therefore, the envoys came all the way for the iron box in the hands of the Han Emperor.
Liu Ruyan took a closer look. The box was completely black and glowing with cold light. It was only the size of a Chinese brick.
In her previous life, she escorted an envoy back to Daliao, but was intercepted by the Cang Ming Sect on the way, so she secretly handed the box to Uncle Quan. As a result, Uncle Quan died, the iron box was stolen, and the inn was burned down.
The officers and soldiers searched the inn and found tokens of the Liu family's collaboration with the enemy and the country, which were irrefutable evidence, together with the autopsy sheets prepared by the Liu family.
Finally got:
Collaborating with the enemy and treason, committing suicide out of fear of crime.
As soon as this incident came out, the whole country was shocked. The imperial court issued a wanted order and did not hesitate to arrest the Liu family's scouts who were lurking in various countries. Liu Ruyan was also pursued and hid in Tibet, trying to find evidence that she had been framed.
Decades of loyal service to the country resulted in this ending.
Until the Han-Liao alliance collapsed and the enemy troops pressed on the border.
The country is in danger and the family is in ruins.
She took the iron box and said with a deep look, "I will live up to the saint's trust."
Emperor Han's face softened slightly: "The Liu family is so sincere, I am lucky to have it, and it is a great blessing to the country."
After coming out of Zichen Palace, Liu Ruyan was walking in a hurry and didn't notice anyone passing by.
The man's clothes were graceful, his steps were like the wind, and he wore a plain dark blue robe with only a few dark lines embroidered on the hem.
A plain gauze fence is long enough to block the body. The person's appearance is hidden behind the gauze and cannot be seen clearly.
When I got closer, I saw a string of octagonal copper bells hanging on the edge of the fence.
As I walked, the sound of the bells sounded far away, like the sound of wind or rain, echoing in the huge palace like Sanskrit sounds coming from afar.
The two of them passed each other until Liu Ruyan heard the long-lost prompt:
"The plot characters appear, please stay."
Liu Ruyan immediately stamped her feet.
When she turned her eyes and looked sideways, the other person was also looking back at her.
The octagonal copper bell made a soft sound, and the rope suddenly broke, and the bell slipped. The moment it landed, the blue tassels jumped into the air, like water splashing on the lake.
She leaned over, picked up the copper bell with tassels, and handed it to the other party: "I saw purple energy coming from the east today. It turns out that it is a real person traveling here."
Mingjuezi nodded slightly and took the copper bell.
The person standing in front of her at this time was Ming Juezi, who was well-known in all directions and was known as the Taoist Master.
Even the current emperor would respectfully address him as "Zhenren" when he saw him.
The so-called real person is a person who has a sudden enlightenment on the world, knows the metaphysics and Taoism, has thorough understanding of heaven and earth, and has extraordinary wisdom.
But in Liu Ruyan's eyes, he was nothing more than a magic stick.
It is said that this magic stick has an unknown background and origin. It is like a person who appeared out of thin air. Based on a divination eight years ago, he asked all the people in the fishing village to move out of the village and avoided the tsunami.
He then traveled around the country and successively predicted droughts, locust plagues, and snowstorms. He was praised by the world and regarded as a god-like existence.
Of course, God also wants to eat the fireworks of the world.
Everywhere he went, he would be received ceremoniously by the top leaders, and then leave in style with a carriage full of specialties.
Obviously, this time we came here for the big man’s specialties.
Ming Juezi hung the copper bell back on the fence, looked at Liu Ruyan, and a clear voice rang in his ears: "Meeting is destined."
Liu Ruyan secretly thought, the next sentence should be: Seeing the blackness of Taoist friend Yintang, there may be a bloody disaster.
Mingjuezi paused and continued: "I just looked at the face of my Taoist friend. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster during this trip."
Liu Ruyan: “…………”
She secretly thought of a magic stick, but her face was full of compliments: "I dare to ask the real person if there is a way to resolve it."
Mingjuezi took out a turtle shell from his arms and shook the hexagram in six lines.
After the hexagram was finished, he whispered softly: "It is the immortal who guides the way. My fellow Taoist, this trip is full of dangers. If you encounter difficulties, you can only get a chance of survival by going south."
"The Liao Kingdom is in the north, and going south is the direction to the Central Plains." Liu Ruyan murmured to herself, "Isn't it the opposite direction?"
Ming Juezi chuckled and said, "If you don't believe it, fellow Taoist, you will definitely meet noble people when you go south."
Liu Ruyan nodded, secretly thinking that all the magicians in the world are from the same family, and they cannot do without noble people.
She bowed her head to thank him, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
Ming Juezi looked at her leaving figure under the fence, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed: "The Xuankun Seal was born, and the guardian of Jiajue has appeared. Since she is destined to be a noble person, in this life, she may be able to resolve the crisis in Kyushu."
He stood under the evergreen tree, with his clothes rolled up by the cold wind, as if he would ride back at any moment.
Until a call came from the distance: "Master, this is the 'Drunk Never Return' you want."
The Taoist boy held up a purple gold gourd and said a few words: "Master, you have a poor drinking capacity. Remember, you can only drink three sips a day, otherwise you will be confused again when you meet the Han Emperor."
Ming Juezi smiled: "I know, I know, just three bites."
After that, uncork the bottle and drink.
The boy was dumbfounded and quickly stopped him: "You're a real scoundrel!"
"I haven't finished a sip yet." Mingjuezi hung the wine gourd back on his waist and walked away, "I heard that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty collected a lot of snow fox cloaks. It's hard to endure the winter now, so I have to bring a few specialties. OK."