On the Qujiang Pond, the wind ripples the boat, and the sparse lotus leaves move with the wind, like a dancer standing on the shadow of the clouds.
After Yuan Zai cursed angrily for a while, he realized that it would not help. He turned around and asked the accompanying captain to hold the pole and sail the boat. He looked at the unconscious Yuan Jineng in the cabin, and a deep feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in his heart:
This incompetent third son is tired of studying, afraid of hardship in martial arts, and only knows how to fight cocks and play with women all day long. When will he be able to save people's worries! When he wakes up this time, he must be locked up in the house and face the wall to think about his mistakes...
When the boat docked again, Yuan Zai and his third son Yuan Jineng boarded the luxurious oil-walled carriage inlaid with gold and jade, feeling like a mirror in his heart:
In this wrestling match with the Zoroastrian, he had already lost several crucial moves.
Fortunately, he had monopoly power in the court, and even the emperor's relatives had to show courtesy. If he wanted to reverse the decline in the future and avoid today's shame, he would just have to put in more effort.
By then, the Hu woman whom I saw today must be captured and brought back to the house, where she will be trained well... Thinking of this, a bright light appeared on Yuan Zai's livid face.
However, not long after his bad mood calmed down, Yuan Zai, who had just returned to the Anrenfang mansion, received a flying letter from Luoyang:
The third son, Yuan Jineng, used Luo City to recruit soldiers yesterday and kidnapped the sixth lady of Cui Mansion in order to do something evil. However, the matter was exposed and the sixth lady of Cui Mansion was rescued by two rangers. Cui Luo, the head of the Cui Mansion, has not taken any action yet. I don’t know.
Whether it will be detrimental to Yuan Xiang, please let Yuan Xiang know!
Yuan Zai was so angry that he immediately took a riding crop and whipped Yuan Jineng on the couch, causing Yuan Jineng to jump to his feet. If his wife Wang Yunxiu hadn't come to stop him, Yuan Jineng would have died on the couch.
He lay in bed for ten days and a half.
Wang Yunxiu came from a well-known family and was well versed in the ways of officials. After asking about the reason, he suddenly laughed and said: "My husband is dealing with major affairs of the family and country every day, but he is confused about small things! A few days ago, I wanted to be a capable son.
When I was looking for a wife, many aristocratic families handed me birthday stickers, and among them was the Cui family of Luoyang.
I remember that what was written on the birthday sticker was the sixth lady of the Cui family, and her name was "Wan". Since Neng'er likes her, it's just a matter of marrying her! This can not only resolve the misunderstanding, but also win over the Cui family.
"
After Yuan Zai heard this, he pondered for a moment, and then his anger turned into joy: "It is said that 'a virtuous wife brings few troubles to a husband'. I, Yuan Zai, have been blessed with such a wife in this life, so what more could a husband ask for? I will leave it to my lady to handle this matter."
Wang Yunxiu's old face turned red: "You are the Prime Minister of the dynasty, but you are so young and you are so mean-tongued! If you really care about what I want, then Xue Yaoying and his like should not have entered the house and caused such a mess..."
When Yuan Zai heard this, his old face turned red, so he had to lie low and coax him for a long time.
But it is said that Xiaoman and the man in black lotus ponchos who accompanied him escaped from Qujiang Pond and ran south for several miles before they found the beautiful Dawan horse tied by a wild tree. The two got on their horses and did not stop, following the wild path eastward.
He flew quickly and disappeared in an instant.
Before dark, the two men and horses left Tongguan early, passed through Shaanzhou, and traveled to the vicinity of Guozhou. At that time, they were tired and exhausted, so they found a place to rest by the river.
The man in the black lotus robe drank his horse and praised: "Although Protector Shuang Yue is a foreign woman, her martial arts skills are truly stunning and stunning! Just the lightness skill of 'Stepping to the Lotus Flower' at noon, I admire you very much... It's just a pity."
, you can’t kill that traitor Yuan Zai with your bare hands!”
Xiaoman said calmly: "Although Yuan Zai is famous for a while, he will be punished if he does many unjust things. What he has done has angered several forces in the court, and even you, the emperor of China, have begun to hate him. So, why do you need to use this method?
Are you willing to exchange your useful body for his life, which is running out?"
The man in black lotus hooded clothes had a low voice, filled with grief and anger: "My brother Li Shaoliang was accused by this traitor and was killed with a stick in court. I only wish in this life to avenge this great revenge. I will not give up until all the thieves!"
Xiaoman sat cross-legged under the tree and ate a piece of biscuit: "Shaochen, there is a saying in China that 'a man should do something and not do something'. Don't forget the promise you made in front of the Lord of God. Although Yuan Zai gave in,
But there will still be moves in Luoyang, and in a few days, there may be a dangerous confrontation. I hope you will be focused and fully prepared."
Hearing this, Li Shaochen quickly clasped his fists, knelt down on one knee and said, "I am willing to use my remaining body to protect the saint! The blazing holy fire will burn away all evil!"
The crescent moon hangs high, shining brightly. Almost at the same time, at the foot of Mang Mountain a few miles north of Luoyang City, among the tombs, phosphorus fires are lit from time to time. The direction of the green flames is uncertain, but when they meet a stranger, they will chase after them.
Like a resentful spirit seeking life.
Two black shadows shuttled between the tombs, and they were chased by phosphorus fire all around! The chase and the escape seemed thrilling. Unspeakable fear gradually grew, making people's scalp numb.
One of the dark figures finally couldn't bear the disturbance, took out a bunch of yellow talismans from his arms, chanted a mantra with his mouth, kneaded the formula with his hands, and stepped with his feet.
Wow! The yellow talisman was scattered in a circle, bursting out several golden flames, and rushed towards the green flames. Only a few weak screams of mosquitoes and flies were heard, and the phosphorus fire was finally extinguished. The two figures slowed down.
, and continued walking among the tombs.
Another figure suddenly said: "Guardian Master, we have been searching for two days, but we still haven't found a suitable tombstone?"
This temple owner is Gongsun Xuantong, the master of Shangqing Temple. At this time, he is using the moonlight to carefully search among the tombstones: "With the passage of time and the war, there are not even ten tombstones that can be preserved intact.
1. Those who can fit a sword are even rarer... Min Lingzi, if we look for it separately, the speed will be faster. If we can find it today, there is no need to come here tomorrow..."
Ming Lingzi Zhuo Songtao felt a chill in his heart: "Look, Master, if we search separately, if we encounter a jumping corpse... wouldn't it be extremely bad for the disciples?"
Temple Master Gongsun responded with a shudder: "Jumping corpse, jumping corpse! What if you encounter him? Just wave your sword to drive away this dignified seven-foot man! Fortunately, you are still a disciple of my Taoist sect, but you are afraid of these sinister things...
…”
"Don't fight, don't hit the temple master! I'm going to find you now." Zhuo Songtao protected his head and ran away in a hurry. As he ran, he cursed: Jumping into the corpse is indeed nothing to worry about. How could you, the temple master, be so cruel?
Spicy...
The two of them searched for another hour. The crescent moon gradually set in the west, and the writing on the tombstone began to become dark and difficult to read.
Gongsun Zhenren straightened up and sighed: "After all, my eyes are still dim, and I can't even see clearly the famous name on the monument."
"Master... look at this tombstone, its shape and age seem to be much older... the name of the tomb owner seems to have been weathered..." Zhuo Songtao seemed to have gained something, but his knowledge was shallow and he did not dare to assert anything.
.
Gongsun Zhenren heard the sound and came over. In the increasingly thin moonlight, he saw a five-foot-square "Keng Ming Stone" hidden among the weeds. The lower left corner was slightly damaged. The stone was originally neatly engraved with small characters, which seemed to be an epitaph.
.However, it has been severely weathered, and only a few words such as "General Zhenwei", "Sixth Year of Taihe" and "Jiankang" can be vaguely recognized. However, it can be basically confirmed that it is a stele from the Jin Dynasty.
"From the Wei Dynasty to the Jin Dynasty, the imperial court repeatedly banned tablets, and Sima Yi even had the ancestral precept of 'No graves, no trees, no visits' passed down to the world. Therefore, this inscription stone should have been buried deep in the ground and used to seal the tomb, but I didn't know
Why are you exposed here?" Master Gongsun stroked his beard and asked.
"It seems that later generations were greedy for their gold, silver and silk, so they dug up graves and discarded them casually. Liu Yao, the last emperor of the Han and Zhao Kingdoms, was a man in this way." With little knowledge, Zhuo Songtao reluctantly threw it away.
Got an answer.
Gongsun Zhenren nodded slightly and said without comment: "This is it. Min Lingzi, drag this stone away and find a farmland to bury it and make a mark. Tomorrow we will bring an ax to chisel it and then dispose of it."
"Ah? Master, this stone weighs more than 200 kilograms at first glance. How can I drag it alone?" Zhuo Songtao said with a sad face. For the first time, he felt that Master Gongsun could be so cruel.
"Ming Lingzi, I am over seventy years old, but you are in your prime. If you don't come to drag the Kuai Ming Stone, do you want me, an old bone, to drag it?" Gongsun Zhenren was calm and persuaded humanity with reason.
"This...disciple would like to abide by the master's decree." After Zhuo Songtao finished speaking, he fell completely silent. If he had known this, the master would have arranged for people to go to Tongyuan Canal to investigate that day. He should have been the first to stand up and shoulder the heavy burden.
What happened tonight would not happen.
Feeling aggrieved, Zhuo Songtao decisively took off the rope from his shoulders and tied the Kueng Ming Stone with five flowers, fixing it firmly. Then he grabbed the end of the rope, put it on his shoulders, and used both legs to exert force, until the Kuang Ming Stone looked like a giant stone.
The old cattle began to move forward...
There were three trumpets and three drums. With the sound of drums and horns, the day of camp in Luo City unfolded rapidly in the morning light.
The newly recruited soldiers, under the supervision of Marquis Du Yu, quickly checked their bows, arrows, quivers, swords, sharpening stones, military armor and other equipment, then lined up and ran to the main school field to start the day's training:
Horses and bows lined up in the southeast, astride good horses. The soldiers drew their bows and shot at the wooden horses in the distance, or held their halberds to smash through the wooden figures in front of the horses.
The infantry archers formed a formation in the northeast, armed with crossbows and ten soldiers in a row, and fired arrows at the iron armor twenty steps away.
Spears lined up in the northwest, holding spears eight feet long. The soldiers suddenly formed a row and rushed to attack, and sometimes stood up and stabbed directly.
The swordsmen formed a formation in the southwest. The soldiers all held swords in one hand and shields in the other, fighting in pairs, with fierce swords...
In the open space in the middle of the camp, the spring grass was extremely tenacious and growing well. A dozen officers, holding moon sticks, flew across the field on horseback and played polo with great interest.
The fist-sized carved polo is like a frightened field mouse, fleeing in panic under the legs of several horses. Suddenly hit hard, the polo flies up like a meteor, draws an arc out of thin air, and leaps into the goal. Every time at this time,
Someone on the field will burst into cheers.
Tan Lingde, the lieutenant of the Zhiguo School, was riding on dark clouds and riding on the snow. He was fighting fiercely with Shao Yifei, the Marquis of Huaihua, Ning Changgeng, the deputy lieutenant of Xuanjie, and they were fighting against each other, Chen Gu and others.
A scout rushed in, stopped in front of Colonel Tan, clasped his fists and bowed: "Taiwei Palace, Tai Zhu Hong Zhiye, please see me!"
Tan Lingde swung the moon stick in his hand and threw it to a substitute captain next to him. He turned over and dismounted: "You continue!"
After saying this, he signaled to the scout, asking him to bring Hong Taizhu, who was waiting outside the camp gate, to his tent to speak.
Not long after, Hong Taizhu came to Tan Lingde's tent, bypassed the huge sand table, put his hands in his hands and said with a smile: "Colonel Tan has always been a good person! The palace envoy sent me here for a plan in a few days... I hope I can borrow some skills from them."
It’s a good recruitment, I’ll help you when the time comes.”
Tan Lingde frowned slightly: "I am recruiting soldiers in the camp. There have been many training subjects recently, and I may not be able to meet the wishes of the palace envoy. Mr. Hong, please explain something when you get back."
Hong Taizhu was rejected when he opened his mouth, but he was not angry: "This matter involves Zoroastrianism and several public cases in Luoyang City, and there is support from Yuan Xiang behind him. Mr. Wang Xiaowei will not look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face. He only needs to mobilize more than ten people."
Just people!”
When Tan Lingde heard Yuan Zai's name, most of the tangled look on his brows disappeared: "Since Yuan Xiang attaches great importance to this matter, I can't be left behind. Let me make some arrangements later. Which ten people can go? I will list them later.
Send someone to Taiwei Palace."
Hong Taizhu thanked him with clasped fists, exchanged a few words with Tan Lingde, then left the camp on his own and rushed back to Taiwei Palace to resume his life.