Two days later, Murong Fu's condition improved slightly, and he got up in his clothes and wrote a resignation form to submit to Chong Ge, resigning from his official position as an assistant teacher in Fengzhou. He looked at him for a long time, silently accepted his resignation, waved his hand, and ordered him to retreat.

After Murong Fu left, he lowered his head and flipped through his dictionaries, and let out a long sigh. Murong Fu, the assistant teacher of Fengzhou from Jiupin, is really an official who is younger than a sesame seed, and if he wants to resign, he only needs to hand a document to the ministry, and the officials and ministers in the court will not even know about him. Who would have thought that a turmoil in the court in the coming Japan would be set off by this district sesame official? On that day, he asked Murong Fu if he would join the office, and he was really murderous in his heart. It was only later that he vomited blood again because of this battle, so he gave up. Murong Fu is a talented man who has no loyalty to the king, and the sentence in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" "The capable minister who rules the world, and the traitor who is in troubled times" is exactly what he said. If it weren't for the time spent together, Chong Mo was convinced of his compassion and compassion, and he couldn't care about how much Murong Fu had helped him.

Murong Fu, who was unofficial and light, said goodbye to the planter and Qiao Feng again, the planter was reluctant, but Qiao Feng said with a straight face: "I'll accompany you back!" Without waiting for Murong to reply, he immediately added a sentence. You are still sick, and I don't feel at ease when you go alone. ”

At this time, if Deng Baichuan or Gongye Qian were by Murong Fu's side, they would inevitably ask loudly: "Am I not human?" ”

It's just that now these two people are not by Murong Fu's side, Qiao Feng's words are too reasonable, so that Murong Fu forgot to refute for a while, and subconsciously followed his voice and asked, "Brother Qiao is also leaving?" ”

Qiao Feng nodded and replied, "The war is over, and I should go back to the beggars to resume my life." ”

As soon as Qiao Feng said this, the seed master Dao Deng was in a hurry, and immediately shouted: "Why did you go one after another?" Brother Qiao, my uncle is about to play for you, with your merits, a seven-grade lieutenant will never be able to run. You ......"

Before the seed master finished speaking, Qiao Feng had already stretched out his hand to stop him, and said quietly: "Brother Seed, Qiao Mou didn't come here to ask for an official. What's more, the swords and arrows on this battlefield can be seen, but the swords and arrows on the officialdom cannot be seen. No matter how high my martial arts are, I can't prevent it, so it's better to beg for it. ”

Qiao Feng said it so thoroughly, the seed master was also speechless, and he was stunned for a long time before he said hatefully: "I just don't know why there are always so many people in this world who don't know what to say, one will make trouble with the civil and the martial arts, and the other will fight for the villain and the gentleman, but what have they done in addition to making power and messing up?" ”

Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and only said: "It must be because he is too idle." "The civil servants of the Song Dynasty have always been well treated, not only have more than 100 days of vacation every year, but also have a very light workload due to the large number of redundant officials. These officials have money and leisure, so they naturally want to make some trouble and come out to save their senses.

Seeing that the two people he was optimistic about were not interested in entering the court as officials, the planter was also gloomy, and only said: "In the future, I will often be at the border, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for you and my brother to see each other." ”

Murong Fu and Qiao Feng looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "We are at ease in the rivers and lakes, but if there is a letter from the brother of the species, we will definitely follow the message and never push it!" ”

Murong Fu is a noble son, but Qiao Feng is a Jianghu guest, and packing his luggage is far more quick than Murong Fu. However, on the third day, he and several brothers of the beggar gang packed up and set out on the road with Murong Fu. Before leaving, Qiao Feng went to Murong Fu to discuss the travel arrangement, but when he walked halfway, he saw Gongye Qian escorting Xu Xi to the outside of the city. Qiao Feng's heart moved, but for some reason he didn't alarm the two of them, and quietly followed.

Outside the city, Murong Fu was already waiting for Xu Xi. Seeing him appear, he pointed to the baggage prepared on the side and said, "Lord Xu, since I have promised not to kill you, I will let you leave today." In this bag are some dry food and water, as well as a 500-meter meter that I personally gave you. This man beside you is my servant Gongye Qian, and he will accompany you to leave, and find a place to escape and settle you properly. It's just that I want you to know that your testament has been submitted to the official family. If you appear again, it will be a crime of deception, and I hope you will do it yourself. ”

Xu Xi was raised by Murong Fu for a few days in the dungeon, and he had already recovered his spirits. After thinking about it, I realized that I had fallen for Murong Fu's poisonous scheme. He is a close confidant of the imperial court, even if he loses the battle, how to deal with it is not something that can be decided in a word. If he could grit his teeth and survive for a few days that day, when Li Xian and Shen Kuo arrived, he would have to let him out. However, now that he was frightened by Murong Fu, he wrote down his will in a daze, and he only needed to find another nameless corpse, and his Xu Xi's existence was quietly erased. Thinking that his life's fame and fortune would be ruined at the hands of the young man in front of him, Xu Xi couldn't help but look up at him with resentment, and asked in a hissed voice, "Who are you?" ”

Xu Xi's little thought Murong Fu didn't understand, but he only said nonchalantly: "Student, Gusu Murong Fu." Mr. Xu, let's hit the road! ”

Xu Xi also seemed to understand that he was helpless to take him in this life, so he didn't say a word, turned around and left with his burden on his back.

Gong Yeqian stepped forward and saluted Murong Fu, and suddenly whispered in Murong Fu's ear: "Son, do you really want to let him go?" ”

Murong Fu looked at Gongye Qian for a moment, smiled lightly, and said meaningfully: "Second brother Gongye, reinstatement has always been reassuring. With that, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

The two of them spoke in a very low voice, and Xu Xi was a scholar, so he naturally didn't notice anything. Only Qiao Feng, who was hiding not far away and peeping, was in his ears, he was stunned for a long time, as if he had expected this result and still couldn't believe it, and finally only sighed and turned away.

Qiao Feng didn't know that just after he left, Murong Fu mentioned another person. "Then Li Yanzong is still alive now?"

"It's still alive, Gongzi means ......" Gong Yeqian tentatively slashed his palm around his neck.

Murong Fu shook his head and said leisurely: "When you finish this matter, find a way to escort this person back to Yanziwu, I have another use." ”

Although Gongye Qian did not understand Murong Fu's intentions, he had already made an oath to obey Murong Fu's order, and immediately received the order to say yes, and after saying goodbye to Murong Fu, he left with Xu Xi.

In October of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Murong Fu and Qiao Feng left Yinzhou after a light snowfall. I still remember that a year ago, the two of them came to Mizhi in this snowfall season. At that time, there were many soldiers in Mizhi Village, but now it is a matter of fact. During the reign of Song Shenzong, the battle of Vaxia lasted for two years, costing countless money and food, and in the end, not only failed to destroy the Western Xia as expected, but lost a large number of seeds of famous generals in the west. The prestige and territory of the Great Song Dynasty did not expand to the outside world; Internally, the Battle of Vaxia consumed the vitality and wealth of the Great Song Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty suffered a great loss in this battle.

Qiao Feng Murong Fu and his entourage traveled all the way south from Yinzhou, and it was only after about half a month that they finally arrived at the boundary of Fengxiang Mansion. The reason why the road was slow was because Murong Fu burned it twice on the road. Murong Fu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he vomited blood twice in the army because of his anger and heart, so it would have been okay to just breathe and recuperate for a while. It's just that Murong Fu was always sick in his previous life, and now he has a rare healthy body and always has to be strong, how can he listen to Deng Baichuan's honest recuperation? A few days after departure, he took advantage of Deng Baichuan to prepare a meal, and secretly pulled Qiao Feng to practice boxing. North Qiao Feng and South Murong fought each other, it was quite thrilling, and the two of them had been lighting the lamp since dawn, and they were each sweating profusely. As a result, Murong Fu fell ill with cold that night.

Murong Fu is the only bloodline of the Xianbei Murong clan, Deng Baichuan usually looks at him tighter than his eyeballs, and when he saw how Murong Fu was willing to give up when he was sick, he immediately killed Qiao Feng's guest room and scolded him to the ground. Qiao Feng didn't dare to reply even though he knew that he was at a loss, and seeing that Deng Baichuan was busy with everything, he volunteered to take care of Murong Fu.

Deng Baichuan knocked on the door and scolded Qiao Feng for taking advantage of Murong Fu to drink medicine and fall asleep, but Murong Fu woke up later, so he naturally knew. Who knows, even though he apologized to Qiao Feng in every way, Qiao Feng still felt that Murong Fu had already explained the point at that time, and it was he who made Murong Fu fall ill because he ignored sex, and he took care of Murong Fu very thoughtfully. However, Qiao Feng didn't know that there was a kind of person in this world who must not get used to it when he was sick.

Murong Fu is not unbearable, he has a lot of experience in illness in his two lives, and his temperament has always been stoic, and a little illness will naturally not be unbearable, but what he can't bear is a side matter. Murong Fu was rich and noble, and he has always been striving for perfection in food and clothing. Especially in the previous life, there were all kinds of shortcomings just because of illness, and it was never bad to be in a place that could satisfy oneself. And now that he is in the bitter cold land of the border pass, he has nothing to do, and Chinese medicine is not as effective as Western medicine, so he is like being in prison every day to rest in bed.

Murong Fu was extremely bored, so he naturally had to toss and turn every day, sometimes disgusted that the food was not in his taste, and then dissatisfied that the oil lamp in the inn was too dark to read. After just a few days, Jiang Changyun, who came to help Qiao Feng, couldn't stand it anymore and rolled his eyes and left. finally survived until he was seven or eight minutes better, and set off again, but he didn't know that he had just crossed the border of Gyeongju, and he had fallen again.

Murong Fu has been healthy since he was a child, and even coughing is rare, and now he has been sick twice in a row, which scared Deng Baichuan to the point of being scattered, and he hurriedly invited a doctor to check his pulse. How did the doctor know that after asking for a long time, he found out that Murong Fu thought that he was almost good, and he secretly poured the decoction for the rest of the days while others were unprepared. This time, even Deng Baichuan's face was a little unbearable. Only Qiao Feng made fun of Murong Fu unexpectedly, and still listened to his dispatch every day.

On this day, the group arrived at the boundary of Fengxiang Mansion, and when they saw that the sky was dark, they planned to stay first and set off tomorrow. They have been in poor places all the way, and they often can't find an inn to settle in, and now the place they are in is only a small village in Fengxiang Mansion. Jiang Changyun looked around, and then suggested to Qiao Feng: "Brother Qiao, it seems that you can only go to live in the Land Temple today." ”

Qiao Feng's group is full of beggar disciples, and it is common for them to sleep in the wild if they miss the dormitory. It's just that Qiao Feng looked back at the carriage, then shook his head and said, "It's better to go to the village and take a look, there are people who have more comfort, and ask them to vacate a room for Brother Murong Xian." ”

Before Jiang Changyun could answer, Murong Fu in the carriage had already lifted the curtains and rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where are you?" "This time, the doctor invited by Deng Baichuan was very experienced, and he put a lot of soothing acacia skin in Murong Fu's medicine, and the medicine was poured down, and he really settled a lot along the way.

Qiao Feng couldn't take care of Jiang Changyun anymore, so he hurriedly stepped forward, pressed Murong Fu's head out of the window, and said straightly: "Go back quickly, it's cold outside!" ”

Murong Fu just woke up, ignorant, and let Qiao Feng press him back, only said, "Thirsty, do you have water?" ”

Qiao Feng motioned to Murong Fu to hand over the cup placed in the carriage, took off the water bladder on his waist casually, poured a cup and warmed it with internal force, and handed it over.

This cup was originally used for drinking, and it was drunk in one gulp. Murong Fu was still unsatisfied, so he handed over the cup again.

Who knew that Qiao Feng refused to give this second cup, but only shook his head and said: "One cup is enough, lest you say that you can't eat or drink medicine after drinking enough water." ”

Murong Fu saw Qiao Feng's firm expression, put the cup back stupidly, and muttered in a low voice: "Managing the head and feet, it's like managing a son!" ”

Qiao Feng smiled dumbly, reached out and wiped his forehead to test his temperature, and said, "Rest for a while, if you are in good spirits at night, I will accompany you around." ”

Murong Fu nodded and retracted the carriage listlessly. Jiang Changyun, who had been neglected for a long time, finally couldn't bear it, stretched a donkey face, and commented meanly: "Where is this to care about the son, it is clearly to serve Lao Tzu!" ”

Qiao Feng insisted on going to the village to find a good house to settle in for Murong Fu, but it was not the right time for him to come. It's just that in this small village of only a dozen or so families, there are two families holding a funeral today. The two families died of their eldest sons, and these two eldest sons were both in the Yan army before their deaths. It turned out that after the end of the war, the soldiers in charge of reporting the funeral in the Yan Yan army set out to deliver letters everywhere as usual, and today happened to be in time to bring back the bodies of the sons of these two families.

Shaanxi was originally the land of the old Qin, and the Qin soldiers were tough and brave in battle, and they have always been an excellent source of soldiers. Everyone in the world knows that the world-famous Western Army of the Great Song Dynasty was mostly composed of Qin soldiers, and fought against the Western Xia at the border all the year round. How can there be immortals just in war? Since the Northern Expedition of Song Taizong, the Battle of Song and Xia has been fought for seventy or eighty years without a final game. Every time there is a war, the people of Gansu and Shaanxi always bear the brunt, and they contribute money, food, and people. However, even if the people wanted, the people all ate pot pulp to welcome the king. But the result? The Song army always lost the battle again and again, always lost the land again and again, and always left them to be bullied by foreign races again and again. For the sake of this war, the sacrifices of the people have been too much, too much.

Looking at the hanging white flags and the scattered paper money, looking at the two families of old and young people who were crying bitterly, Qiao Feng didn't know how to deal with himself for a while. After a while, he suddenly heard Murong Fu whispering to Deng Baichuan: "Brother Deng, send a hundred yuan to each of their families for me." ”

"Yes!" Deng Baichuan choked up and replied, and strode towards the two families.

“…… I didn't dare to go over by myself......" Murong Fu stood beside Qiao Feng and said in a low voice. "All along, I thought I was a passerby, a bystander, but it turns out that I was just deceiving myself, I was just, a coward!"

Qiao Feng's heart moved, and he grabbed Murong Fu's hand. The two fingers touched, and he only felt that the other party's hands were as cold as ice.

"Brother Qiao, I once heard a story about a family with ten brothers, nine of whom are lazy and lazy, what should the remaining one do?" Murong Fu glanced at Qiao Feng with a cold expression and said nonchalantly. "I thought I could change this, but then I realized that I was just a fool who didn't think I could do anything......"

Qiao Feng stared into Murong Fu's eyes, and the compassion and sneer in his eyes made him inexplicably frightened. Good and evil are like two sides of Murong Fu's body. This incarnation of evil ghosts and bodhisattvas is fascinating but also chilling. "Mu, Rong ......" Qiao Feng spit out these two words with difficulty, and was speechless for a while.