Yuan Zhongwu rolled and crawled, panicking and scurrying in the dark passage.
I don’t know how many times I bumped my head, but it was full of hot bulges. I scratched it with both hands without caring about the strength, and it had already been scratched by the gravel. A few pieces of my fingernails were also removed, and they were sticky and wet, but they were not.
Feel pain.
I don't know how long I ran before I saw a glimmer of light in front of me from a distance, which made me ecstatic. I quickly quickened my pace and ran up. After a few breaths, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I realized that I had finally returned to the house in the northwest corner of Taiwei Palace.
, couldn’t help but burst into tears.
After crying for a long time, he realized that he was surrounded by rusty and defeated soldiers, and no one paid attention to him. Pain began to come from his head and hands. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it hurt in both places. The pain made him wince.
It was air-conditioned and one of my boots was lost. The socks were covered with mud, and the heel was in unbearable pain. When I turned around, I saw that the flesh and blood were blurred. An inch-long arrow shaft was sticking out of the socks, and black blood was gurgling.
It came out and flowed all over the ground.
Yuan Zhongwu felt his lower body go weak and immediately fell to the ground. He couldn't help but cry: "Here comes someone! Someone comes here! Howling, oh, oh, oh... I'm going to die! Wow, wow, wow..."
However, after a long time, the only sound in the room was his howling. There was silence outside the room, as if this corner had been completely forgotten. The sun gradually became dazzling, coming straight through the window, making the dust turbulent.
"Jie, Jie, Jie... Whose father is crying like a newly widowed woman? Why don't you tell me the reason?"
At this moment, a streak of yellow dust passed through the crack of the window and circled in the room, manifesting into a big man with golden eyes, looking at him with a mocking face.
Yuan Zhongwu waved his sleeves to wipe away his tears and looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart. He stopped crying: "Huo... Huo Xianren... you, didn't you die on that Zoroastrian boat... How come you are still alive today?"
...The name of the Taoist priest who killed you is Yang Chaoxi, and it has nothing to do with me... If you want to seduce your soul and take revenge, just look for him... Mo, don't look for me..."
"Yang Chaoxi? Yes! I have written it down." The big man with golden eyes said sadly, "But the Huo Xianren you are talking about is the brother of my compatriot. My real name is Huo Xiantong, you must call me."
Holy Lord Yanshan, why are you hiding here crying and wiping your tears? Aren't you afraid that the guards will be summoned to tie you up and torture you?"
Only then did Yuan Zhongwu regain his composure. He told Huo Xiantong, the "Holy Lord of Yanshan", where his name came from and what happened in the dungeon.
I just escaped with my life from today's accident... I just hope that the Holy Lord will go out later and ask a few guards to carry a carriage. Young Master, I am covered with injuries and can no longer move..."
Huo Xiantong said "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," and responded absently, while staring at Yuan Zhongwu with burning eyes. Suddenly he stuck out his tongue half a foot, rolled it on his face, and his golden eyes shone with brilliance: "Young Master Yuan said,
It's just a trivial matter. It's just that the young master is in the wind, and his bearing is extraordinary. I feel like we've met him before, and I want to get close to him. I don't know what to do? Jie Jie Jie!"
Yuan Zhongwu was confused when he heard this, and couldn't help but said smoothly: "Young master, I am lucky enough to be favored by the Holy Lord. I don't know the Holy Lord... Why are you robbing my robe?!"
Huo Xiantong could no longer hold himself back, Jie Jie said with a strange smile: "How can we get close to each other if we don't take off our robes? Are we so far away from each other? Hehe hehe..."
Yuan Zhongwu was shocked and angry, but he was lifted up by Huo Xiantong and pressed on an old case covered with dust. The brocade robe torn apart, the lower skirt was torn off, and the cool wind blew between his legs. He was really embarrassed and angry.
But unable to resist...
A few breaths later, a shrill scream came from the house, the sound shook the rubble. The birds resting on the roof were frightened and fled away, quickly fleeing this strange place.
Tongtuofang, Fang Family Residence.
Jing Xizi Tang Juan stood under the tree in the courtyard, looking at Qiu Chuan and Zhao Sandao who were busy. Under the guidance of Fang Qidou, he carried the unconscious Yang Chaoxi into a guest room, and immediately followed quickly, with a puzzled look on his face:
"What did Junior Brother Yang do again? How could he pass out? Where was the injury?"
Fang Qidou hurriedly made a silence gesture and saw that Qiu and Zhao had placed Yang Zhaoxi on the couch and covered him with a quilt. Then he dragged Tang Juan and slowly exited the guest room: "Junior Brother Yang is fine.
.It’s just that he was suddenly shocked to hear a hidden secret about his father’s death in battle, and it was hard to accept it for a while, so..."
"Did you just faint?" Tang Juan saw his hesitation and immediately rushed to ask.
Fang Qidou rubbed his nose and looked slightly embarrassed: "He's out of his mind and wants to fight Qiu Laoer... Isn't this a matter of urgency? I just knocked him out and brought him back."
Tang Juan gave the three of them a fierce look and then said angrily: "Junior brother Yang must have mistaken Qiu Laoer for that 'Guan Hu'er' again, so he got mad and took action in a rage, right?"
The three of them stood in the Chinese character "pin", like chickens pecking at rice, nodding their heads repeatedly.
Zhao Sandao hesitated and said: "That Chen Gu said that when they defended the city in Taiyuan and counterattacked the bandit soldiers... Guan Huer's father used Brother Yang's father as a 'shield' in order to survive, and that's why Brother Yang's father was arrested.
Shot to death by random arrows... But according to what brother Huang Shuo said before, Guan Hu'er and he grew up together, learned skills at the same time, and were sworn brothers... If it were us, I'm afraid Guan Hu would have been killed long ago
His father’s head has been chopped off... Uh! Uh-"
Qiu Chu'an saw that he wanted to speak openly again, so he quickly suppressed Zhao Sandao's harsh mouth and forced a smile to Tang Juan: "Sister-in-law, please don't listen to the third child's nonsense. This thing may sound interesting at first, but in fact it's nothing."
It’s just Chen Gu’s words! What happened back then? Brother Yang and the others have never seen it with their own eyes. If you listen to the wind and it turns out to be rain, wouldn’t it be a bit rash?"
Fang Qidou then scratched his head and said: "This is a fan of the authorities. Fortunately, we have captured Chen Gu back to the camp and imprisoned him. If we find an opportunity one day, we can use some means to prevent him from telling the truth..."
At this moment, an angry shout came from the guest room, and it seemed that Yang Chaoxi woke up.
The four people immediately stopped talking and rushed into the guest room. They saw that Yang Zhaoxi had fallen from the wooden couch to the ground. His face was miserable, his eyes were closed, and he was dancing and murmuring incomprehensibly:
"Guan Shibo! You deceived me and my mother so hard! I have respected you and admired you since I was a child...I think a man should be like you, able to go into battle to face the enemy, and able to settle down a village...you, how could you
Treat my father like that! He...he is also your sworn brother...wuwuwu!"
The four of them looked at the hot sweat on his forehead and the tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and then they realized that it was a nightmare. However, they had already formed knots in their hearts and were in a dream, so they couldn't wake him up. They could only wait for him to wake up on his own.
, so that I can give you gentle words of comfort.
Fang Qidou sighed and waved his hands. Qiu Chuan and Zhao Sandao immediately understood. One of them held his armpits, the other raised his legs, and lifted Yang Chaoxi back to the couch.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
A servant stood outside the guest room, knocked on the door frame a few times, and when the four people turned their heads, he raised his hands and saluted, saying: "Young Master, Young Mistress! There is a Taoist priest outside the door who wants to see you. His Taoist name is 'Changyuan Zhenren'."
Please tell me, young master, young mistress!"
Fang Qidou and Tang Juan looked at each other and said almost in unison: "Please!"
There are few Hu people, and the donkeys and horses are noisy.
The sound echoed in the streets and among the songs, it seemed empty and distant.
However, Zhu Yanli, the Protector of Divine Fire, waited for the holy aunt to leave, and then he and several leaders in the sect split up, took over the Fire Crossbow Guards again, and went to the city to rent the car needed for tonight. Hong Zhiye, who risked his life to rescue him at noon, was naturally tied up by him.
He lost his hands and feet, threw him behind a donkey cart, and followed him to the Western Market.
On the way to the Western Market, most of the Fire Crossbow Guards had already dispersed according to his instructions and went to look for chariots in the streets southwest of Luoyang. Only a few of his confidants came to the Western Market with him and escorted Hong Zhiye.
Look for the gold and silver in his old house.
The West Market is still depressed. On the criss-crossing Cross Square streets, the sound of wheels rolling over the stone slabs is so loud that it makes the hungry dogs in the city bark.
Zhu Yanli's expression remained normal, but Hong Zhiye was shocked and frightened: "Zhu, Zhu Daxia! If you come here with such a big fanfare, if the armored guards notice it and surround this West City, wouldn't it be impossible to escape?"
Zhu Yanli smiled contemptuously, but did not answer him. A fire crossbow guard next to him sneered: "Hong Taizhu, just give me guidance. Most of the armored guards were damaged today. It's too late to hide from us. How dare you take the initiative to provoke us again! Hahaha!"
After hearing this, several other Fire Crossbow Guards also started laughing, making Hong Zhiye ashamed.
The West Market is only slightly larger than the Ordinary Market. A group of people entered from the east gate, turned south in the middle of the market, and after walking a few steps, they heard Hong Zhiye shouting: "Here we are, here we are! The call ahead is
The Yak Walk used to be a place where Tibetan merchants sold native products. Later, the Tubo and I feuded, and many merchants abandoned their homes and businesses and fled back to the snowy mountains. Only then did my father buy a small courtyard at a low price, start a family and start a business...
Now that I think about it, it still makes people sigh!"
When Hong Zhiye talked about the emotional point, he actually shed a few tears, as if he regretted that "the son wanted to be raised but could not be kissed".
Zhu Yanli looked at the increasingly desolate streets and broken walls everywhere, and knew that everyone had arrived at the southeast corner of the West City. After the Jizhou Rebellion, although the city was gradually prospering, there were still many desolate places.
Not that surprising.
While talking, Zhu Yanli, Hong Zhiye and others finally stopped in front of an old house.
As far as the eye can see, this house has rafters and thatch roofs and stone walls. They are all white and made of lime powder. It is indeed different from the houses of Han people. Perhaps due to years of exposure to the sun and rain, the lime has turned yellow.
, and even mottled mud stains were painted on it, but it was caused by urchins in the city.
Zhu Yanli looked at the rusty door knocker, looked at Hong Zhiye and said, "Hong Taizhu, your old house doesn't look like a place for people to live, and no one cleans it. If gold and silver are buried here, how can you sleep peacefully every day?"
Hong Zhiye wiped away his tears, cupped his hands to Zhu Yanli and said, "Hong often asked the Tiger Guards to come here to inspect, so everyone in the West City knows that this place is my old home of the Hong family. Who dares to come here to make a wrong idea? Zhu Daxia will sacrifice his life today.
Saving me costs a hundred and a thousand pieces of gold, which is not enough to express Hong's gratitude! Please go to the hospital and have a seat."
Zhu Yanli winked, and a Firebolt guard came up and untied the ropes from his hands and feet. He watched him fumble under the corner of the door for a while, then took out a dark copper key, and opened the courtyard door with a shake.
.
There are half a foot of wormwood and moss everywhere in the courtyard. All traces of the courtyard are hidden under the greenery. It has indeed been abandoned for a long time and no one has ever come to live there.
Hong Zhiye led Zhu Yanli and others to a stone table and stone bench, waved his sleeves to wipe off the dust on the stone bench, and then sat them down. However, he found an iron shovel from the main room and used the steps as a ruler. , after measuring the exact location in the courtyard, they started digging out of breath.
Several fire crossbow guards walked around the courtyard for a while, but they felt that it was boring. They all gathered around Hong Zhiye, wanting to see how he dug out gold and silver from the mud.
In less than half an hour, Hong Zhiye had dug out a shallow pit three feet square and two feet deep. There was no soil in the pit, and five or six rough iron rings were exposed.
An octagonal iron cover is tied under the iron ring. Under the iron cover, it seems that there is an iron box buried that has been dormant for several years.
Now, several years have passed, and it’s finally time to see the light of day again!