Chapter Ninety-One: Night Run

The news brought by the shopkeeper Huang was like thunder on the ground, breaking up Wei Heming's original plan.

Now that the news has not yet been confirmed, Wei Heming always has a trace of luck in his heart - if there is a problem with the news of the Huang shopkeeper, then I am afraid that there is still hope for peace.

If he left, Wei Heming would not be reconciled, but if he left behind the dying struggle, he was risking his own lives and the lives of His Highness.

Wei Heming knew that it was impossible to persuade Chu Fengge to leave alone, and after thinking twice, he gritted his teeth and ordered the shopkeeper Huang to answer at night, and the two prepared to leave the grassland that night.

Wei Heming packed his belongings into a bag one by one, checked them for Chu Fengge again, and finally sat on the felt collapse with a complicated expression: "Your Highness, I can't swallow this breath." ”

Chu Fengge saw that he was busy and refused to stop for a moment, so he knew that he was not quiet in his heart, so he only reached out and rubbed his hair.

"What kind of position is that up there?" Wei Heming muttered as he pointed in the direction of the Jingshi. "Whoever sits on it, there is no one who remains unchanging. ”

He had seen the glittering brilliance in Chu Shen's eyes in the past, and he had heard his father say the heroic words of the saint back then, but now he had also seen with his own eyes the ruthlessness and selfishness of these people, and the unscrupulous means of these people.

"And the ...... of the court They ......"

Which of them doesn't know the benefits of negotiating peace? And which one doesn't know that Jing Chao can't afford to fight now?

These capable officials, these wise people......

Wei Heming was speechless for a while, and he couldn't go on anyway.

Monarchs and ministers play games, but they regard the world as a plaything and the people as mustard, how can it not make people feel cold?

Chu Fengge's hand was buried in his hair, combing it gently, making his frowning eyebrows expand slightly.

"You know, I don't know how to govern the world, I don't know mercy, I don't know your mind. Chu Fengge said softly. "But there are some things I know better than you do, like what authority is. ”

Wei Heming stared at him.

Chu Fengge hooked the corners of his lips: "Sir, I know that you have no intention of fighting for power and profit, but if you don't start fighting, sooner or later, you will watch this world become the last thing you want." ”

Wei Heming's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to foot, cold into the depths of his heart and lungs.

"Your Highness......" seemed to be pierced in his heart, and he was a little at a loss.

"Why did Mr. fall into such a fate in his previous life?" Chu Fengge asked softly. "Is it really just a miscoldest person?"

"Not really," Wei Heming pursed his lips and sighed softly. "It's because I thought very highly of myself in my previous life, thinking that I could turn things around on my own, ignoring party struggles, and not being good at turning around......"

Chu Fengge chuckled.

His hand ran along Wei Heming's hair all the way to the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and finally to the back of his neck.

"Sir is still the same naïve. Chu Fengge said. "In order not to see you to make friends with the forces for a while, I clearly handed over the entire Lingbei to you back then, but you let go so cleanly. ”

Wei Heming was stunned.

In his previous life, when Chu Fengge was in Beijing, he was indeed in charge, but he didn't think that Chu Fengge had already handed Lingbei into his hands.

"The gentleman has never looked down on power, and has always been in his position and seeking his own government. Chu Fengge said with a low smile, "Now that I don't need you, you will honestly stay in the Hanlin Academy, and you can even live with my husband from the sixth grade?"

Wei Heming raised his head and faced Chu Fengge's eyes, smiling lightly, but swept away the gloom of the past.

"Sir, if you are a crane today, you will naturally be able to advocate peace and major affairs, if you were strong and strong in your previous life, how could Chu Shen be able to move you?" Chu Fengge said, "Wake up, sir." ”

Wei Heming was silent for a long time before he said, "Sure enough, it's ...... Your Highness. ”

In the past, Chu Fengge pretended to be young, and these words were difficult to say, but now he took advantage of the situation to say them and woke him up.

Wei Heming didn't have a plan in his heart, but no one had ever said to him so bluntly, after all, He Lan Yuyuan was still young, and Wei's father was a lonely minister for half his life, how could he say such a thing to his son.

But Chu Fengge was really planning for him.

Wei Heming's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he heard a commotion outside the felt tent.

It was already dark, and the people outside were talking nonsense, Wei Heming could only understand a few intermittent words, but he didn't understand what was happening.

He had just taken two steps out of the door, and before he could take a closer look at the scene outside, he was vigorously pulled back by a person and hid in the corner.

Wei Heming took a look, and the person who pulled him was a pock-faced man, who had vaguely seen him in the team of the yellow shopkeeper, wearing a Hu man's hat and a set of Hu clothes, so he looked a little strange.

The man lowered his voice and said to him: "Our shopkeeper asked me to bring you a message, this afternoon happened to be another group of Jing Dynasty people, and the news from the other side of Lingbei can't be suppressed." Let's leave immediately, there are two horses left for you on the grassy slope at the east end of the tribe, and you two should flee quickly while the Hu people are in chaos tonight. ”

Wei Heming asked, "What festival are these Hu people celebrating?"

The man spat a mouthful: "How do I know this? I don't know what the origin of you two is, you hide your head and shrink your tail, and you don't have to bother our brothers." Since the shopkeeper let you go, you better get out of here. ”

Wei Heming arched his hand and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for me." ”

The man snorted heavily from his nose, and stuffed two sets of Hu Ren's clothes into their arms: "This is also from the shopkeeper." ”

As he spoke, he muttered something again, turned his head and disappeared into the bustling flow of Hu people, and he couldn't even see a shadow.

Wei Heming returned to the tent with two heavy bags of clothes, and put them on with Chu Fengge.

The weather in late autumn was getting colder and colder, Wei Heming thought about it again and again, but still didn't leave a few sets of Jing Chao's clothes here.

The yellow shopkeeper was slippery, looking at the current situation, bringing the two of them with him was tantamount to asking for hardship, and being able to leave them horses and clothes was already unwilling to fight with them.

It's just that the shopkeeper Huang and his party, Wei Heming is still a little worried about crossing the grassland and returning to Lingbei.

The night was getting deeper, and the Hu people outside seemed to be in groups of twos and threes, laughing loudly, singing and going in one direction.

Many of them carried wine, furs, and dried meat, and the girls wore more elaborate skirts than usual, and new cow and sheepskin boots, and wore a strange and delicate feather hair ornament on their heads. And the lads seemed to look much sharper than ever, with all sorts of animal teeth or horns hanging around their necks.

Wei Heming took advantage of the excitement, so he pulled Chu Fengge and slipped out quietly, and walked forward with the bustling flow of people.

Wei Heming was afraid that people would be suspicious when he heard Jing Chao's words, so he leaned into Chu Fengge's ear and whispered: "I read that it was written in the book that there will be a festival after the late autumn harvest of the Hu people, and the leaders of the tribes will bring young men and women who can ride horses, load up fine wine and dried meat, and rush to the king's tribe, singing and showing goodwill, and ...... each other."

"□□?" Chu Fengge interrupted him.

"Bond with each other!" Wei Heming glared at him, seeing the banter in his eyes but couldn't help laughing. "But after the relationship, I'm afraid it's □□. ”

I don't know why, when it was obviously such a precipitous time, when he saw Chu Fengge, he couldn't help but relax.

Seeing that the celebration was about to begin, the two quietly left the crowd and walked to the east of the tribe.

Usually there are Hu people patrolling here, and there is even an arrow tower to look out, but now the whole tribe is immersed in the joy of the festival, so that this place is empty and there is no one.

In the distance, a bonfire had been lit in the center of the tribe, and the song of Hu Yu reached the ears through the night wind.

Wei Heming deliberately wanted to show off his many years of wall-climbing skills to show that his sword was not old, so he threw the package in Chu Fengge's arms and climbed over the rough wooden fence wall in three times and two times.

I just wanted to turn it down, but I didn't want to see the sparkling fires on the grassland in the night.

Wei Heming was stunned.

Over there, Chu Fengge had already jumped up with a package on his back, and he also saw a vision on the grassland.

Looking closely, the fires were getting closer, and you could even hear the sound of horses stomping on the grass and the subtle clanging of weapons.

Chu Fengge's expression instantly became cold, and he quickly jumped off the wall, and pulled Wei Heming down with his backhand: "Hurry up!"

Wei Heming knew that something was wrong, so Chu Fengge pulled him to run between the felt tents.

"Who are they?" asked Wei Heming, panting.

"Hu people. "Chu Fengge's breath is quite even. "It's either a new rebellion, it's a horse thief. ”

"Run in the direction of the king's tent first!" Wei Heming couldn't count how many people there were on the other side, let alone which directions they planned to attack from, so he could only determine a safe location first.

As he ran, the echoing songs of the tribe seemed to come to an abrupt end, and after a brief moment of confusion, the whole tribe resounded one after another with the sound of horns, and the sound of messy horses' hooves came from all directions.

Wei Heming suddenly stopped, and pulled Chu Fengge into the nearest felt tent.

Chu Fengge took out the fire fold and shook it, and the felt tent was empty.

Wei Heming tried to calm his breathing, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that they will attack from more than one direction, the celebration is on the side of the king's tent, and the Hu people who participated in the festival have probably already received the news, and now rush over, I am afraid that they will be killed as attackers." ”

"Hide here for a moment now, and then make plans. ”

The sound of horses' hooves trampling and blades meeting outside the felt tent was intertwined, closer and closer, more and more mixed, until the sound of horses' hooves stepped outside the felt tent, accompanied by the crying and screaming of the bearded women, and the laughter of the bearded people on the horses.

The two of them peeked out through the cracks in the felt tent and saw a group of Hu people riding on horses, holding scimitars in their hands, lifting the felt tents one by one and looting.

Several Hu people dragged out a sick bearded girl and a lady with an earthy face from the neighboring felt tent, and their expressions became more excited.

Chu Fengge recognized it for a moment and whispered, "They are horse thieves." ”

Wei Heming watched them bully the mother and daughter, his expression became more and more ugly, and he even pinched the bow and arrow in his hand.

Chu Fengge said softly: "Heming, they are also Hu people. ”

"I know. Those three words were squeezed out between the teeth.

Wei Heming slowly drew his bow, and the tip of the arrow was pointed at Hu Ren's head from beginning to end.

These Hu people didn't seem to have the time to delay, they tore off the clothes of the two women, beat and bullied them to their heart's content, and finally laughed loudly and wanted to stab the scimitar into the lower body of the Hu girl.

Wei Heming let go of his fingers.

A sharp arrow flew out of the felt tent and pierced the bearded man's head through his temple.

"Dang Chang—"

The scimitar fell to the ground.