The hour is approaching and the sun is high in the sky.
In a spacious guest room in the Xizhaiyuan of Taiwei Palace, the tables are luxurious and the furnishings are extravagant.
In the inner room of the guest room, against the west wall, is a couch measuring one foot square. The shirt on the couch is torn, the skirts and hairpins are messy, and four jade bodies are lying across it, and their hands and feet are still tied to the couch. Perhaps they struggled too hard all night, and their wrists...
The ropes on his ankles were all bruised and bloody, and it was too horrible to look at.
Satisfied, Yuan Zhongwu stood in front of the bed, recalling his madness last night. He was really enjoying himself and feeling refreshed. While he slowly put on his robe, he hummed a Mi Mi tune: "The taste of a saint is extraordinary!
Zoroastrianism can actually attract such a beautiful person into the religion. It is indeed not a serious sect... Tsk tsk! It's a pity that I tried my own way, but none of them succeeded. There are some flaws in the ointment..."
At this time, a sudden knock on the door interrupted Yuan Zhongwu's wandering thoughts. A half-yin voice came through the door: "Mr. Yuan, the palace envoy sent someone to say hello and see if you are up? This is
It’s the third wave…”
Yuan Zhongwu said impatiently: "Baizhanzhan! Tell that person that I got up early, but just fell asleep. It's really annoying! Don't you understand what 'a spring night is worth a thousand gold'!"
Bai Ganzhan was interrupted, but he was not annoyed. He continued in a high tone: "The palace envoy said that if you get up and have breakfast, you can go to the dungeon to talk about it. Whether the four saints are real or fake, I have to wait for you.
The iron mouth is broken straight through!"
Yuan Zhongwu turned around and glanced at the four women on the couch with still unfinished thoughts. They were all gagged and unable to speak: some had empty eyes, some were sobbing in a low voice, some were smiling but not smiling, and some were starry-eyed.
He shook his weak legs, walked around the screen, sat down in front of the armchair outside, and said lazily: "Come in!"
Bai Ganzhan and Wang Jiaozhen each carried a red lacquer box, opened it with a few "clang" sounds, and took out the fragrant vegetables, filling half of the large case.
While Wang Gaoyao diligently served him a bowl of meat porridge, he said carefully: "Master Yuan, are the four women inside brought back to Yingchuan Villa? It will be more convenient to serve you in the future."
While Yuan Zhongwu was chewing the sliced roasted sheep and scorpion meat, he said indifferently: "Then take it back! This Hu woman is really seductive. My legs and feet are still weak, hahaha! What do you want to do, Wang Jie?
You think I don’t know it well? I’ll give you a try, just don’t torment yourself to death!”
Wang Yao was so happy that he knelt down and bowed three times. Then he left the room and ran into the inner room. There was another chaotic noise, and Wang Yao wrapped the four girls in curtains, carried them on his shoulders, and left the guest room.
Yuan Zhongwu ate some breakfast indiscriminately, and reluctantly came to the dungeon under the service of the white pole.
The sound of whips and screams continued in the dungeon. Yesterday's disgusting stench had dissipated a lot, but there was an added smell of burnt meat.
When Yuan Zhongwu took a closer look, he saw Wang Jin sitting on a high-backed chair in the execution room, looking at the person in front of him with an indifferent expression. In the middle of the execution room was a brazier, and the blazing flames reflected on Wang Jin's face, and also on Wang Jin's face.
there
Zhang's face was covered with black and red liquid, showing a colorful and terrifying look. The two chainmail guards took out the red-hot iron from the brazier and took turns to mark the man's chest, lower abdomen and other places. Thick blue and black smoke, accompanied by burnt
The smell spreads.
Yuan Zhongwu remembered the roasted sheep and scorpion meat he had just eaten in front of a cup of tea, and couldn't help but feel his stomach rolling. Then he vomited out all the breakfast food he had eaten with a "啕" sound.
When Wang Jin heard the noise, he stood up suddenly and casually ordered: "Wake him up and then torture him until he confesses. Remember to save his life."
Wang Jin turned out of the cell and said with a kind smile on his face: "Did your nephew sleep well last night? Can you tell whether the four 'saints' are real or fake?"
Perhaps due to the different environment, Yuan Zhongwu put away his usual arrogant attitude and replied seriously: "Wang Shibo, my nephew was busy all night and found that the four 'saints' not only did not fall red, but also... were loose.
Obviously she is Hu Ji who has experienced many things."
After Wang Jin heard this, his face was filled with two emotions: surprise and disappointment:
Since yesterday, I have used all my cards, and all the chain guards have been dispatched, vowing to catch all the Zoroastrian saints, saints, protectors and the like. In the end, I only caught a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals and four fake "saints", among which
The biggest leader is Zhang Songyue, the protector of Zoroastrianism. Before this man, he had always been an upright Wuhou with excellent reputation in Luoyang City, but he did not know when he switched to Zoroastrianism!
So, are there any Zoroastrian believers lurking in the public gate, and in the Taiwei Palace? Thinking about it makes people shudder. So much so that he looked at the armored guards going around him, and the dormitory guards who changed their defenses day and night.
They all had uncontrollable doubts. If there were Zoroastrian among them, wouldn't many of their arrangements have been seen by the Zoroastrian long ago?
Yuan Zhongwu saw that Wang Jin was a little distracted, so he called "Wang Shibo" several times before pulling him out of his panic.
After all, Yuan Zhongwu was just a dandy who showed off his power. After staying in this dungeon with endless screams for a long time, he still felt strong discomfort: "Wang Shibo! If there is nothing else, my nephew will go back to Yingchuan to leave...
…It’s cold and humid here, and my nephew may get typhoid if he stays here for too long.”
Wang Jin waved his hand weakly and ordered Yuan Zhongwu to be sent out of the dungeon. He sat back on the high-backed chair and continued to deal with Zhang Songyue, the protector of the sun.
The walls of the square are neat and tidy, and there are only a few pedestrians.
But he said that Yang Zhaoxi left Dunhuafang and walked around for four or five miles, trying to avoid Changxiamen Street and Jianchunmen Street. Soon after, he reached the west gate of Nanshi and plunged in.
It was past noon, and Nanshi, which used to be prosperous in the past, actually felt a bit desolate at this moment. Yang Zhaoxi thought it was the public order to close the market, and finally asked a passerby, only to find out that it was the many Hu merchants in Nanshi.
Because I'm worried about being caught by the police
People in the Zoroastrian religion, because they were implicated, simply stayed behind closed doors. The slightly wealthy Han merchants, who had frequent contacts with Hu merchants, were very close to each other. They were worried about being caught by the public for extortion, so they closed their shops and went into hiding.
Wait and watch in their respective workshops.
So looking at Nanshifang Road, although it is not crowded, the tightly closed shops make it difficult for the officials and people who come to buy daily expenses. Even when they patrol the shops every day, they are at a loss.
, all the sullen beggars were gone. There were only porters in shabby linen shirts, squatting aside in twos and threes, waiting to sell their strength.
Fortunately, Yang Zhaoxi knew the path, and after twists and turns, he came to the dilapidated house again.
The door knocker had been rusted for many years, and the greenery had become more and more abundant. He picked up a door knocker and knocked slowly three times. He only heard a dull "thump thump" sound, which was transmitted to the courtyard without any obstruction, and there were waves of echoes.
After waiting for a long time, just when Yang Zhaoxi thought that there was no one in the house, a steady sound of footsteps approached quickly through the courtyard door. Immediately, with a "squeak", the courtyard door opened, revealing the waxy and rough Qizhang Bowl.
Smiling face: "Elder Yang! Long time no see, please come in quickly. The little monkey was talking about you just now!"
Yang Zhaoxi stepped into the hospital and saw the vegetable patch and green seedlings. They had grown taller after a few days. He squeezed the wooden sword in his sleeve and asked, "Isn't Gang Leader Long not here today?"
"
Qizhang Bowl had closed the door bolt, turned around and saluted: "Elder Yang didn't know something. Early this morning, outside the four gates of Nanshi, there were servants of the Hu merchants holding signs to hire porters. They said that yesterday the Zoroastrian people came out of the city to welcome the saint.
, was retaliated by Jianghu Rangers, many believers died, urgent need
Hire some porters to go out of the city to bury the corpse, the more the better. The fee is quite high, and several of them are willing to accept it, but they need too many people and dare not make the decision privately, so they come back to report to Gang Leader Long. Gang Leader Long is not at ease either.
, so he went to meet the Hu merchant in person."
Yang Chaoxi knew what happened yesterday clearly. The number of Zoroastrian believers killed in the battle was probably around two hundred, and there were even more injured. However, at this time in the city, everyone in Hu Shangdu was in danger, and Zoroastrian Liu Xiaomu
Are they still willing to do so?
He took extraordinary risks and tried to find ways to bury the corpses of the believers. His rebirth, respect for death, and abiding by the religious rituals are evident from this! It seems that Zoroastrianism can be so popular among the barbarian people, regardless of the religious decrees and rules, it has its merits
place.
Yang Chaoxi had just listened to Fang Qidou's advice and stayed away from matters involving Zoroastrianism, so he stopped asking for details. Then he turned around and said: "Since the leader of the Dragon Gang has important matters involved, I will wait for him. Let's go and take a look first.
How is Xiaodouzi's leg injury? Have you eaten well these days?"
A touch of kindness appeared on Qi Zhangbo's face: "Doctor Wang came here again the day before yesterday and put down a few herbs to dispel evil and detoxify, and he is eating them now. Although Xiaodouzi lies in bed every day, as soon as he opens his eyes, he
Following the qi training method taught by Elder Yang, I practiced non-stop and refused to listen to anyone’s advice. She is truly a diligent and stubborn little girl!”
While Yang Zhaoxi was talking to her, he followed her into the back room of the main hall. However, he saw that Xiaodouzi had spread his legs and leaned his back against the wall. His eyes were slightly open, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, and he was vomiting in a decent manner.
He was breathing heavily. His originally yellow and thin cheeks were obviously bigger, and his complexion was much rosier than a few days ago.
When he heard someone coming in, Xiaodouzi immediately "broken his skills", opened his eyes, and said happily: "Master, you are here! Xiaodouzi's leg is not healed yet, so I can't kowtow to you, Master, forgive me..."
Yang Chaoxi smiled and said: "Just be respectful in your heart, don't be limited by the form. Now that you are hurting your muscles and bones, you should take good care of your talents! Why do you have to show off your strength and practice your qi? When practicing martial arts and Taoism, you should slowly develop it. In the end,
There's no need to rush, why bother fighting for just a few months?"
Xiaodouzi's face was slightly red, and she knew that the master was trying to comfort her, so she said seriously: "Master taught me this! But the little monkey gets up early in the day to practice martial arts, and practices Qi before going to bed at night. If I don't work hard, won't I be dumped by him?
Is it behind?"
"Oh? The little monkey actually doesn't sleep in and knows how to work hard?" Yang Zhaoxi was also surprised. Thinking of when she was a child, no matter whether it was cold or hot, her mother would get off the kang every day, put on her clothes and go to the valley school to practice boxing.
, couldn’t help but laugh.
Xiaodouzi was quite unconvinced and seemed to be complaining. He puffed up his little cheeks and said: "Huh! The little monkey doesn't always work hard. He doesn't go out to beg for money recently. In addition to practicing Qigong and Qi, he just spends time in the backyard teasing the little monkey.
It’s a big bird, and it’s said that it was raised for the master. I told him several times that he didn’t listen, and Leader Long didn’t even bother to discipline him… Now, he looks even less like a beggar!”
Yang Zhaoxi looked at her angry look and said with a smile: "Okay, okay! Master is here, isn't he? Let's go to the backyard and teach this brat a lesson!"
Xiaodouzi raised his head proudly, as if he had seen the little monkey jumping up and down after being beaten by the master.
Just when Yang Zhaoxi told Qi Zhangbo to "take medicine on time and eat more meat", Xiaodouzi regretted it again, saying with red eyes: "Master, if you really want to teach the little monkey...
Please be gentle, Xiaodouzi is the only brother left!"
When Yang Chaoxi heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Master has his own sense of proportion."
After a while, Yang Zhaoxi walked to the backyard. From a distance, he saw a child and a falcon under the jujube tree, asking and answering questions, muttering something unknown.
When I got closer, I saw the child holding a gray-brown squirrel in front of the sharp hooked beak of the falcon, muttering something in his mouth: "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue! Master spared your life, you should be happy."
This is the newly brought waqiao, please eat more, you will feel homesick when you are full!"
The falcon seemed to understand the child's words. It tilted its head slightly, tapped its hooked beak, picked up the bird, and swallowed it in its belly in an instant.
Immediately, he looked at the child and nodded magically!