The Huaizhou front-line camp was in turmoil, Feng Wangyuan was angry, and Song Hai left a letter of military talisman and disappeared. It is a big crime for a general with troops to leave the state capital without permission, not to mention that it is a capital crime for Song Hai to abandon his official post and leave his post.

No one knew where Song Hai had gone, and the front-line soldiers were restless. When Feng Wangyuan came in a hurry, without saying a word, he sent someone to detain Song Hai's two lieutenants and torture them in prison, but he didn't say anything.

Feng Wangyuan looked at the two of them who were beaten to pieces, and wondered in his heart, don't you really know. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for his subordinates to let them go. A few days ago, when the regent was leaving, he told him to take care of the affairs of the army and not to cause chaos. Unexpectedly, Song Haimu had no military law, abandoned his official post and left his post, and disappeared, which really made Feng Wangyuan embarrassed.

"Come on, send a light horse team, go around to track down Song Hai's whereabouts, and if you find it, tie me back, if you resist, correct the law on the spot." Feng Wangyuan instructed the deputy generals around him to arrange this matter, but he was still worried. It has only been a few days since he was ordered by the Holy Order to act as a general, and some generals escaped and returned to the capital, not to mention that the emperor wanted to punish him, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty would also laugh at him for not governing the army strictly, and look at him as a joke. The more Feng Wangyuan thought about it, the more angry he became, when Qiu Sheng was alive, Song Hai was not all the way with him, was he afraid that he would not be good for him when he took office?

"Come on, send more people, patrol along the front-line posts, and don't let Song Hai run to Mumu Country."

Just as Feng Wangyuan returned to the big tent full of complaints, the escort brought a military official to the tent and told in detail how he had glimpsed Song Hai's escape late at night, only to know that Song Hai did not go north but to the south.

"To the south? Why not go to the capital? Feng Wangyuan said to himself, "When the holy decree was read the day before yesterday, Song Hai was wrong, it seemed that it was the death of Qiu Sheng. Feng Wangyuan knew that no matter what Song Hai was going for, he would immediately report the matter to the regent.

An urgent message, a fast horse, and the messenger set off immediately.

The people in the capital found that just a few days after the ban was lifted, martial law was re-imposed again, and the passengers and merchants who entered and exited every day had to be carefully checked one by one, which was more strict than the previous time. Yan's body was found by patrolling soldiers the next morning and reported to the Jingzhao Yin Mansion. Because of the Qiu Sheng case, Jing Zhaoyin did not dare to deal with it alone, so he sent someone to inform the Wuyu Mansion to discuss together, and only then did he know that the Yan family was dead and Qiu Mei's whereabouts were unknown.

Early in the morning, Master Yuanhui of Meixu Nunnery was taking her apprentice and the four of them to the outside of the city. The four of them came out of the nunnery and walked all the way along the city wall to the city gate checkpoint where they were stopped by soldiers.

"Stop." The soldiers who were interrogating had a stern expression and stopped Shi Tai and his party. The sergeant who was checking walked around them and circled them, his eyes looking at them over and over again. Except for one of the masters, who looked a little older, the other three were all thirteen or fourteen years old, which was something to pay special attention to.

"I don't know where this master is going?" The sergeant asked.

"Amitabha, official, the four of us master and apprentice were invited by Li Yuanwai, who was ten miles outside the city, to do a ritual for Mrs. Li. I hope the official can make it convenient. As he spoke, Mrs. Yuan Hui took out a piece of silver from her sleeve and quietly handed it to the sergeant. Who said that a monk doesn't understand the world, at least Mrs. Yuanhui is not.

When he got the silver in his hand, it looked so good, and the sergeant cushioned the weight, and his face became different. The sergeant thought carefully in his heart, what he was looking for was the eldest lady of the Qiu Mansion, not these nuns, so he relaxed his muscles and bones and waved his hand to let people go. Mrs. Yuan Hui saw that the sergeant was about to let them out of the city, and a big stone in her heart fell to the ground. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves gradually sounded on the official road outside the city, and the sky was full of dust.

"The regent is back to the dynasty, let it go quickly, let it go quickly." The captain who came to report stood at the gate of the city on a tall horse, and ordered the soldiers who were checking at the gate to immediately close the street to meet the regent. At this time, Mrs. Yuan Hui and his entourage were stopped again, blocking the side of the city gate and waiting for the regent's horse team to enter the city. The people who traveled with Master Yuanhui were all a group of young apprentices, although they were Buddhist disciples, they were also in their youth, cardamom years. I don't know which one said something behind him, which made Master Yuanhui too angry and scolded again and again. "You really don't know the seriousness, when it is, and you're still laughing here. Don't make a sound, and when they pass, we'll be out of town. ”

A troop of horses outside the city slowed down and began to enter the city. Nearly 100 people gathered around this long-haired beautiful man in a gorgeous costume, the man sat on a tall horse, slowly entered, and accepted the kneeling of the people along the street, just like a king. This is Prince Regent Qian, who left the front line in Huaizhou and returned after inspecting the four western states.

The horse team walked for a while, and finally all the streets were clear, and the city gates were still re-checked. Seeing the situation, Master Yuan Hui told the sergeant who collected the money if he could let them out of the city, and the sergeant did not hesitate to let them go.

There are still horseshoe prints of the regent and his entourage on the official road, along the way, there are few pedestrians, and the capital behind him is getting farther and farther away, and the tall and sturdy city wall has not allowed Yuan Hui Shitai and his party to look back a few more times. The little nun Wuchen finally couldn't hold back the tears that came out of her eyes and cried loudly. This cry shocked Mrs. Yuanhui, she pulled Wuchen to her side, comforted her, and then told the other disciples not to stop, the four masters and apprentices were still hurrying, and their steps were faster than before, as if they were afraid that someone would chase them. The other little nuns just listened to the master's words and hurried, and they didn't think about anything in their hearts, they only knew that this Wuchen in front of them came to Meixu Nunnery in the middle of the night to find Master Yuanhui, covered in blood, and knew to cry after entering the nunnery, but Master Yuanhui was very good to this crying little nun Wuchen, and always let her stay around, shaved her degree, and took a nickname called Wuchen. A few days after Wuchen came to the nunnery, Master Yuanhui was going to take her to Shilipu Village to do things, and she was envious of many people.

Leaving the official road that went straight and walking on the dirt road in the countryside, Mrs. Yuan Hui slowed down slightly. It was noon, and several people were busy on the road, screaming with empty stomachs, Mrs. Yuan Hui took her apprentices to rest under a big jujube tree, and took out some dry food to solve their lunch on the spot.

"Wuchen, listen to Master's words, eat a little!" Mrs. Yuan Hui took the dry food and handed it to Wuchen, but the crying little nun sat there indifferent, and her eyes were filled with tears. Master Yuan Hui turned his head to look at the other disciples who were resting, and said softly: "Wuchen, the journey to Xuzhou is hard, if you don't eat something, how can your body support it." Don't forget Madame Qiu's entrustment to you. Hearing Mrs. Yuan Hui talk about Mrs. Qiu, the little nun Wuchen's body was shocked, and she looked up to the sky and closed her eyes.