What Song Yang said was a joke, but it was also the truth. When there was nothing he could do, he would definitely use the 'magic weapon' of the Taoist Fire Master. Marquis Changchun even arranged fire points in his own town. What else is there in the world?
He didn't dare to burn it.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Hu just responded casually: "Burning the palace is an afterthought. If you have nothing to do now, you might as well burn Prince Jing's Mansion. As a king, he colludes with foreign enemies to usurp the throne, and burning him ten times is not enough."
"After the Mid-Autumn Festival, King Jing temporarily lived in the palace. There was no rightful owner in the palace. Burning it would just vent his anger and would not affect the overall situation. However, Song Yang thought about it and responded very seriously: "This can be burned."
"Let's get down to business, there are a lot of things to do." Mr. Hu did not smile, and waved his hand slightly impatiently...
The King of Zhenxi is thousands of miles away, beyond his reach. Almost everything in the capital, from the hearts of the people to the army to the courtiers, is in the hands of the rebels. The situation in front of him is completely one-sided. It is not easy to win back, but it is not
It was not that there was no chance at all, at least Song Yang still had a very important Fenglong in his hands... Song Yang and Mr. Hu discussed for a long time, and it was not until dusk that Mr. Hu stood up and said goodbye.
Before leaving, Song Yang suddenly asked: "If Yan Guo was not in charge of this matter, would you take care of it?"
Mr. Hu smiled and said: "If Wan live is just crazy, as it seems, I really won't get involved; but if a traitor usurps the throne, regardless of whether there is Yan State or not, I will not give in even half a step. As a courtier, Hu Chengxiao,
It is our duty to protect the country, and we will never tolerate rebellious officials."
After saying that, Mr. Hu asked back: "If there was no Yan State to preside over, and no relationship with the King of Zhenxi, would you take care of it?" It was almost the same question, but with the addition of 'King of Zhenxi'.
Song Yang told the truth: "Forget it if you can't see him, but if you encounter him... he will probably take care of it."
Master Hu was very interested: "Why?"
"Fenglong is bullied so hard, I can't stand it."
Song Yang's answer made the old man laugh. Master Hu laughed and shook his head: "What do you think you are? Are you chivalrous? I remember clearly that just now Marquis Chang Chun was talking about burning down the Phoenix Palace."
"The two things are not the same." Song Yang shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't explain the specific difference, and he didn't know how to explain it. It's a pity that Chu Rong is no longer there, otherwise he would have hit the nail on the head: He Ren
xing.
In a world without a sense of belonging, 'following your feelings' is probably the easiest way to live.
Mr. Hu waved his hand and stopped pursuing it, and changed the topic: "By the way, two things. Last time I returned to the capital from Feng Yi, at your request, I started to trace Shi Xiaoxiao's whereabouts. 2
Someone had seen him in Phoenix City in the past month, but he didn't know anything about it after that. Before I could continue to investigate, wouldn't something happen? The other thing is the Hongbo Mansion, I will help you contact him."
After speaking, Mr. Hu waved his hand and left the inn.
After Prime Minister Zuo left, Song Yang didn't stay long. He took the old dwarf with him. The two of them hurried onto the long street and rushed to Nancheng before the curfew. As they were on the way, they were thinking back and forth in their minds that they had not gone there in February this year.
When he went to Fengyi, he was still in Phoenix City. At that time, Shi Xiaoxiao had returned to the capital from Hongcheng. The monk didn't come to see him, so what was he doing?
Before dark, he returned to Hong Leong's hiding place.
As soon as he saw him coming, Fenglong perked up and sat up with his hands on the ground: "How is it?"
The situation in Song Yang Jingli was roughly explained. The more Fenglong listened, the more clumsy he became. He couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "I don't believe that the rebellious ministers and traitors can succeed. I don't believe it."
I don’t believe that evil can defeat good..."
After all, he just said "I don't believe it" to cheer himself up. As for what specific ideas he could have, he had no idea. The feeling of being angry but unable to do anything was pent up in the emperor's lungs, making him
It hurts and feels stuffy.
Song Yang let Fenglong lose his temper and turned to look at Li Yifeng: "How are you?" He took out the medicine prepared in advance from his bag and handed it over. Li Yifeng received Song Yang's treatment and Luo Guan's care.
, although the serious injury is far from healed, his internal strength has recovered as before, and at least he has the strength to fight. He is sitting against the wall, lowering his head and not knowing what to think. He did not raise his head when he heard the words, and said in his mouth: "It doesn't matter."
After receiving the medicine, Li Yifeng's mouth moved, but the word 'thank you' never came out.
Song Yang ignored it, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked back at Fenglong: "Tomorrow" began to explain serious matters in a low voice, the emperor nodded, Eunuch Li showed joy, Li Yifeng remained expressionless, bowed his head and said nothing...
…
At noon the next day, there was a sudden chaos outside, with the sound of horse hooves and loud shouts. After a while, the noise got closer and closer, and the shouts could be clearly heard. It was obvious that a large number of people had dispersed into the nearby streets. At this time, there were many people outside.
Guan returned to the house and said to Song Yang: "Arrested by law, official."
Song Yang looked relaxed and smiled: "That's good."
The old dwarf stood up, greeted Song Yang, "I'm going to work," and ran out of the shabby house.
A moment later, the sound of rapid footsteps came. First, three men in black broke into the door, and then a group of officers rushed in fiercely. However, both the men in black and the officers were just fighting each other with knives, shouting and cursing loudly.
After entering the house, he didn't even look at the people in the house, as if Fenglong, Song Yang and others didn't exist.
There was only one policeman who walked up to Fenglong, knelt down and kowtowed: "I am late to save you, my emperor, please forgive me."
The policeman is middle-aged, has a bitter face, and speaks weakly... Mr. Du, the Minister of Punishment.
Without allowing Fenglong to say anything, Mr. Du stood up and made a gesture to several of his subordinates in the room. Three of them, the police officers, quickly took off their police officer uniforms and exposed the civilian uniforms they had already worn.
sè.
The others were busy putting on the official uniforms that Fenglong, Eunuch Li, and Li Yifeng had taken off.
After the disguise, Mr. Du waved his hand again, and the sound of weapons clashing suddenly became louder in the room. The man in black pretended to fight with the officers for a moment, then abandoned his sword and surrendered. Mr. Hu finally nodded to Song Yang, and the policemen escorted the prisoner.
Just leave.
Phoenix is a mess this morning.
Murong Xiaowan fell into the hands of Prime Minister Zuo, and all Murong's disciples in the city were outraged. After the curfew was lifted, they began to threaten the young lady everywhere, and they would never give up. The imperial army went around to arrest people, and the Ministry of Punishment also followed suit.
, the police officers who had been waiting for a long time rushed onto the long street, and one team chased three black-clothed thugs all the way to the vicinity of Bie Lai Zen Temple...
After the rebellion, the court official Zhongban Prime Minister has already appeared on the stage, but I don't know if there are rebels secretly. Even if you are as shrewd as Zuo Prime Minister, you can't tell who else participated in the rebellion... But Mr. Hu knows that there is one person who is absolutely not
Will participate in the rebellion: Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice.
Mr. Du does not make friends, but he does not have any real enemies. For several generations, the Du family has adhered to the word "neutrality" and never participated in any right or wrong. No one can win them over.
Yesterday during the secret conversation at the inn, Song Yang asked Prime Minister Zuo: "If you ask Mr. Du for help, can he really be relied on?"
"Lao Du has a relationship with your father-in-law, don't you know?" Mr. Hu smiled, but his tone quietly increased: "More importantly, the Du family has been established for several generations... Why do you think they can be neutral? Without the support of the emperor
, you ask them to be neutral and show me! In order for the Jinluan Palace to be stable, there must be left, right, evil, good, and a group of people must always stand in the middle."
"If they didn't have deep-seated loyalty, they wouldn't have been chosen by the emperor to be this 'neutral' person." As he said that, Mr. Hu relaxed his tone again: "Don't worry, the old man can still see this clearly, you can try it.
."
Sure enough, after Mr. Du heard that Feng Long was still alive, he nodded without hesitation and agreed to help... We can't keep the emperor still in the slums. Not to mention the danger, if we want to reverse the current adverse trend, Feng Leong is crucial and will never see the light of day again.
If he doesn't have any effect, there's no difference between him and being dead.
As for Murong's disciples, of course it was Xiaowan who sent the order. Today's chaos in the city is to cover Fenglong's return to his loyal ministers, but the matter is not over yet. The Ministry of Punishment and Mr. Du's house are not safe either. In the end, Fenglong and the others
He changed back to civilian clothes and was sent to prison by Master Du... It was the safest place I could think of at the moment.
Fenglong was escorted away by the Minister of Punishment, but the three officials who had given up their official robes to Fenglong and others stayed behind. The leader said to Song Yang: "Your Excellency ordered the three of us to stay and listen to Lord Fenglong."
Order."
The three people looked ordinary, but they had a mysterious light hidden in their eyes and the sun was high. They obviously had good cultivation. Needless to say, they were Du Shangshu's confidants and were specially transferred to help Song Yang.
Another officer also bowed and said: "It's not just the three of us. Mr. Du has arranged for a group of brothers, all of whom are our own. They are all good men. In the name of the officers of the Ministry of Punishments maintaining the ground, they will patrol nearby. As long as Mr. Hou
Give the order and they will rush to respond immediately."
Song Yang nodded and thanked him, then took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his bag and said to Luo Guan: "This is the antidote for the uncut jade. It was just prepared yesterday."
Luo Guan understood what he meant, and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the Buddhist temple: "Are you planning to go in?" Song Yang nodded. The simplest purpose was that he wanted to find evidence that Wuyu colluded with Yan Ding, although there was little hope.
, but there must always be this secret visit.
The two of them sat there until dark, and three more groups broke into pieces and infiltrated into the alley from outside to see Song Yang.
The first team of 20 people came from the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion and were masters of Mr. Hu's retainers; the second team only had 6 people who looked just like civilians. The weapons they carried were Emei thorns, short swords such as the cattle knife.
They are figures in the world, masters of the underworld supported by Boss Murong, who came to help in the name of the young lady;
The third team has the largest number of people, a total of forty people. All of them have strong expressions and quick movements, and there is a murderous aura in every move. After meeting Song Yang, this group of men who are like living kings of hell, without exception, are all seen in their eyes.
Revealing a kindness, red bowei.
Now the head of the Hongbo Mansion is Chu Rong, Xiao Fu's second brother. The situation in Beijing has suddenly changed, and the Hongbo Mansion has completely fallen into a passive position. The pressure on him can be imagined. He was overjoyed when he received the notice from Lord Hu, and immediately sent out elites to join his brother-in-law.
Several forces secretly colluded and assembled a team of elite soldiers for Song Yang.
However, Song Yang couldn't think of what they needed to do for the time being, so he asked them to disperse into the surrounding houses and wait for orders. Then he and Luo Guan took the raw jade antidote, got up and walked out of the shabby house, and walked around to the back of Bie Lai Temple.
, used their physical skills to climb up the wall, but when they saw the situation in the courtyard, the two of them immediately stopped their movements, leaned on the wall and frowned at the same time: looking around, they were all people.
Song Yang's five senses are sharp and he can tell from the breathing of the people in the courtyard that they are breathing heavily and have no fighting power at all. But the trouble is that there are too many of them... The courtyard is not big to begin with, but there are more than a hundred people stationed there.
, the distance between each person is only three to five feet, and there is no gap for sneaking.
It may not be difficult to kill them, but wanting to avoid their eyes and ears and cross the courtyard into the back hall without anyone noticing is purely wishful thinking.
The people in the courtyard were all monastics, including monks and nuns. Most of them were old and in dirty clothes. They sat there motionless, almost no different from wood carvings and clay sculptures. It was really scary to look at them in the dark.
Song Yang didn't know that these people in the courtyard were all ascetics. After learning the news that Wuyu had come out of seclusion, they spontaneously gathered together, hoping to see the old nun to pay respects. They practiced asceticism in body and mind to correct the Buddha's teachings, unless
They didn't go into the house despite the violent storm. They all sat on the ground, firmly blocking Song Yang's sneaking.
Song Yang and Luo Guan remained motionless. From the beginning of the night until the third watch, no one in the courtyard showed any intention to disperse or change their posts. Luo Guan shook his head at Song Yang, indicating that the matter could not be done and that he should retreat first and then think of a solution.
Bar.
Unexpectedly, Song Yang gritted his teeth, took off his backpack and handed it to his companion, then reached out and wrote some words on the back of his companion's palm. Just when Luo Guan frowned in surprise, Song Yang suddenly let out a low exclamation.
, jumped from the fence into the yard.
After landing, Song Yang immediately turned over and jumped up. His body was in a mess and his movements were scattered. It looked like he wanted to jump over the wall to escape again, but he was unable to do so. As soon as he jumped up, he fell again... He made a lot of noise.
The ascetic monks were alarmed and all stood up, but there were guards in the monastery. In a blink of an eye, there was a huge fire and several nuns rushed over.
The leading nun, Song Yang, knew the master who could sing "Dream Chaser".
He also recognized Song Yang, his surprise flashed over, and then he smiled: "The poor nun is blind, he didn't see the donor's skill last time, and he said you are just an ordinary pilgrim."
Song Yang's face was full of horror: "Wall, the wall is poisonous?!"
It was only said that he was visiting the monastery at night, and when he climbed over the wall, he was hit by a 'raw jade' and lost all his inner strength, so he fell down. His smile did not change and he replied: "How can Xiaoxiao sneak into the pure place of Buddhism?" After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Song Yang.
As if carrying a chicken, he carried him towards the back hall, while several other nuns clasped their hands together and explained a few words about the penances present.
The ascetics all regarded Song Yang as a little thief, and those who visited the Zen monastery at night were either prostitutes or robbers. Such matters were handled by the master and had nothing to do with them.
Song Yang's plan was very simple...or very bastard, or he simply had no plan at all. When he fell off the wall, all he had in mind was just four words: We'll see.
The situation in the courtyard left him with no chance to take advantage of it, but being able to undo the poison of 'Uncut Jade' was something that no one in the Zen Academy would have thought of. Therefore, Song Yang threw himself into a trap and waited to see what happened after he was taken into the back hall.
Just follow your plan.
The nuns who escorted him were not very skilled, they were of average quality at best. In addition, they thought that Song Yang had no strength to resist, so they didn't take much precautions on the way. Song Yang was confident that he could kill them all before they screamed.
knock down.
Of course, he couldn't do anything in front of hundreds of ascetics. Song Yang struggled hard and in vain, and was taken into the back hall by several nuns.
The main hall is empty and dim, with only a few candles burning in front of the Buddha. The weak light is far from enough to illuminate such a large room, and in the flickering candlelight, the ever-compassionate and kind Buddha is reflected in a gloomy and terrifying light.
In front of the Buddhist niche, an old monk gently tapped the wooden fish with his hand and murmured sutras.
He put Song Yang down at his feet, clasped his hands and bowed, saying: "Master, please have a closer look at the monastery." The old monk ignored him and continued his homework, and the nun stopped talking and remained quiet.
During this period, Song Yang tried to stand up and run away several times, but was kicked to the ground. The floor of the hall was actually clean, and his clothes were not dirty even after falling several times.
Song Yang grinned, but his heart was very quiet. He opened his eyes and ears, and carefully explored the surroundings. He quickly determined that there were no friends in the hall, only the few in front of him, just the old monk... His breathing was terrifyingly long while chanting sutras.
, if he really wants to take action, Song Yang is not sure that he can knock him down instantly.
But what really made Song Yang give up the idea of taking action was not the sound of the old monk's breathing, but another sound faintly coming from the underground of the hall: the sound of the flute.
It was very light, very weak, very melodious, and very familiar. Even though Song Yang was calm, a look of astonishment flashed across his face when he heard the sound of the flute: Dream Chaser, bamboo flute tune.
Hearing the sound of calluses on the ears at the sea...
The old monk, who was like a dead tree, finally came to an end with his homework. He slowly turned back to look at Song Yang: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Song Yang shook his head and didn't answer, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.
The old monk was indifferent. He turned around and said politely, "Take him down for a trial. Thank you for your hard work."
The nun put her hands together in return and took Song Yang around to the back of the Buddhist niche. She stretched out her feet and stepped on a few lotus bricks on the ground. Immediately, there was a soft buzzing sound, the secret door opened, and a ground road appeared in front of her. At the same time,
, the gentle sound of the bamboo flute also became much clearer.
He smiled at Song Yang and said, "Didn't you ask me about the origin of that tune? It's down there."
After saying that, he picked him up again and followed the steps straight into the underground palace. It was not very big and could be seen almost at a glance. No other people were seen. The sound of the flute still came from under the feet. It should be a two-story underground palace.
For most of the next hour, Song Yang was beaten. The female nun who came to the monastery usually looked gentle, gentle, kind and polite, but when she was tortured, she seemed to be possessed by a Rakshasa, and her attacks were really ruthless. Song Yang didn't want to attack just yet.
He was going from the execution chamber to the dungeon, where Shi Xiaoxiao was still playing the flute... ro!.