There was still some hot water left in Yang Muyun's boiling in the iron helmet before, but now it was a little cold, Yuan Qi'er stepped forward, bowed a handful of water and came to Yang Muyun, carefully leaned to his lips, tilted slightly, and a clear stream gurgled into his teeth.

Yang Muyun's complexion looked better, and he called softly, "A little more water......

......

Yuan Qi'er went back and forth a few times, and Yang Muyun finally kept silent.

After a while, all the mist on Yang Muyun's body dissipated, his face returned to the same as before, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his gaze slightly, and said in surprise: "Yuan Gongzi, have you always been here?" ”

"I'm not here, who's going to bring you water?" Yuan Qi'er smiled, full of charm.

Yang Muyun's face flushed slightly, and he looked around a little embarrassed, "What about the seniors?" Where did he go? ”

"You mean that gluttonous old madman," Yuan Qi'er's eyes rolled, "I don't know where he went, what do you ask him to do?" Do you want to drink the wine from his gourd again? ”

"No, no, no," Yang Muyun waved his hand again and again, "I was greedy for a sip, and I almost hurt my muscles and viscera by the strength of the medicine in the wine, but fortunately, I was lucky enough to reluctantly melt the strength of the medicine, otherwise I would definitely be eaten by the power of the medicine." "Take a deep breath and pat your chest, as if you have palpitations.

"Are you feeling better now?" Yuan Qi'er asked with concern.

"It's okay," Yang Muyun bowed slightly, stood up, and took two steps, "All the medicinal power has been dissolved," stretched out his palm and waved it gently, "Moreover, my skill seems to have been refined by another level." ”

Yuan Qi'er's eyes lit up, and she said happily: "So, your Yi Xin Sutra has been refined?" ”

"Yi Xin Sutra, what Yi Xin Sutra?" Yang Muyun asked in surprise.

Yuan Qi'er was stunned, "Could it be that he doesn't know what the name of the internal strength heart method he practiced?" So he changed his words and said, "I'm asking if you have practiced the inner strength and mental method you have practiced?" ”

"Where is it so easy," Yang Muyun shook his head lightly, "This internal strength heart method can't even be refined by my master, let alone me, with the help of the medicinal power in the wine of my predecessors, but I have only improved a little, and it is still far from the real refining?" ”

"Hasn't your master cultivated this internal strength and mental method?" Yuan Qi'er secretly wondered, "Why did the old madman say that his opponent had opened the last entrance, could it be that the master who taught him martial arts was not the same person as the old madman said?" ”

"My master said that he is not suitable for practicing this internal strength heart method, but he just handed it over to me to practice, and he will give him detailed instructions," Yang Muyun glanced at Yuan Qi'er, "Is this heart method called the Yi Heart Sutra?" Why didn't my master ever tell me a beautiful name? ”

Seeing that Yuan Qi'er was silent, he continued to ask: "The senior has already tried my martial arts, he must have seen the origin of my martial arts, right?" With a burst of excitement in his heart, he took a step forward and held Yuan Qi'er's white and delicate little hand.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry," Yang Muyun suddenly remembered that she was a daughter, so he said curtly: "I don't know Master's name and origin, I have been with him for three years, and I haven't said anything to me except for practicing martial arts with him......" Seeing Yuan Qi'er's look of wanting to speak and stopping, "The seniors must have told you, haven't they?" ”

"Actually......" Yuan Qi'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Your master doesn't tell you for your own good, and it won't be good for you if you know too much." ”

"So, you know everything?"

Yuan Qi'er nodded lightly, and a pair of autumn-like eyes stared at him deeply, "I can tell you, but you must promise me one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

"You promised?" Yuan Qi'er stared at him for a moment.

"What did I promise?" Yang Muyun said angrily: "If you let me die and let me betray the court, do I have to agree?" ”

Yuan Qi'er smiled, her big eyes bent into a lovely crescent, her slender jade fingers gently stroked his sideburns, and blew lightly in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't let you die, how can I give up my life......"

Yang Muyun only felt that she was blowing like an orchid, and smelled the aroma of her body like an orchid on the tip of his nose, so he quickly closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at her.

"As for letting you betray the imperial court," Yuan Qi'er's eyes fluttered, casting a faint glance at him, "As long as I say it, you can't betray your imperial court...... you can't do it" After a pause, he smiled leisurely, "Do you still want me to say it?" ”

Yang Muyun was stunned and fell silent instantly. Ever since He Qixiu, a hundred households in brocade clothes in Huzhou, revealed that his master was a prisoner of the imperial court, he has been stuffed with a stalk in his heart. He has always wanted to find out the mystery of his master's life experience, but he is afraid that after revealing this mystery, the master and apprentice will no longer be able to face each other.

He is now an official of the imperial court, but the master's identity as a prisoner has not yet been cleared, once the above asks him to come to a righteous killing of relatives, how should he make a choice?

"Although your master is a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty, I have a way to help him clear his identity as a prisoner, do you want to listen to it?" Yuan Qi'er said with a smile.

"What's the solution?" Yang Muyun looked at her very seriously.

"You go north with me, serve my Great Yuan Khan's court, and in the coming day, my Mongolian iron cavalry will wield the Central Plains, repeating the glory of my Great Yuan, so that your master and apprentice can meet each other calmly......"

"You are asking me to betray the imperial court," Yang Muyun's face changed color, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't think!" ”

"That's good," Yuan Qi'er smiled, "Since you say so, I won't force you, but I need your help with one thing, and I ask you to agree." ”

"Are you begging me?" Yang Muyun glanced at her.

"No," Yuan Qi'er was neither humble nor arrogant, "You said that I saved you, and in return, you sent me over the pass of the Great Wall, and we were cleared." ”

"What? I also want to escort you across the Great Wall Pass," Yang Muyun frowned, "What if I don't agree?" ”

"Then I'll shake out the matter of you saving me," Yuan Qi'er raised her eyebrows and said leisurely: "You should have known my identity a long time ago, saving me is equivalent to collaborating with the enemy, so you can weigh it yourself." She turned away from him and didn't look at him again.

"You ......" Yang Muyun was so angry that his body couldn't help but tremble.

The sky was finally bright, but it was still very gray, and the thin rains still drifting in the sky hit the faces coldly. The hearts of all the people of the capital were as gray as the sky in the morning, and since yesterday when the cavalry of the Tartars wandered under the city of Beijing, everyone's hearts hung in their throats, and the people seemed to have seen the Tartars of the prancing horses and swords breaking through the door, and the blades slashed above their heads.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, when the people of the capital rubbed their red eyes and came out of their homes, they found a group of sergeants with guns and knives all over their bodies shuttling back and forth in the streets and alleys of the capital...... The capital is under martial law.

Wanfu Building on West Chang'an Street is full of guests who eat breakfast in the morning.

"Have you heard," said a rich man with two mouse's whiskers and a brocade robe with a golden robe to an old scholar with a goatee: "Yesterday, my Ming army was ambushed by the Tartars when they chased to Luming Valley, and they were killed and wounded, which is called a miserable ......."

"Nonsense," the old scholar said, "Isn't the imperial court already on the list, saying that the Tartars were defeated in Luming Valley, thousands of beheaded, and the rest have fled far away, so that the people of the capital don't need to panic......"

"Snort, that's all coaxed by the imperial court," the rich man smiled contemptuously, "My medicinal materials in the Huichun Hall have been requisitioned by the government, and even the doctors who sit for the clinic have been dragged to the barracks, and some of them have come back to say that my Ming soldiers have suffered great losses, thousands of dead and wounded, and there is a wail in the barracks, and I heard a sergeant say that the corpses of my Ming soldiers are all over the valley, and the Tartars have been beheaded by dozens of people......

"Really?" Not only was the old pedant taken aback, but even the diners at the nearby tables were attracted by the rich man's words.

"Boss Qian," someone said to the rich man, "Is that Tartar really that powerful?" My Ming soldiers are so vulnerable? ”

"Believe it or not," the rich man pouted, "in a few days, I will pack up and go back to my hometown in Nandu, all neighbors, if there is fate, we will see you in the future, but if we are not in this capital, it will be difficult to say......

As soon as the rich man's voice fell, there was a whisper.

"Listening to the meaning of Boss Qian's words, it seems that the capital can't hold it." A middle-aged man in his thirties said to a long-bearded scribe in a dark blue robe.

"This

The imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty was originally in Jinling, thinking that Emperor Taizong was eloquent and strategic, and the Mongolian Tartars were beaten and fled, so the capital was moved to Yanjing, and now my Ming army has not marched north for decades, and the emperor is young today, and after such a battle, will he be scared to move the capital back to Jinling, it is difficult to say......" The long-bearded scribe in a dark blue robe sighed, glanced at a young scholar sitting opposite who was wearing a Tang scarf, wearing a tooth-white collar and straight jacket, and said with a rather handsome appearance: "Brother Chen Xian, I don't think next year's Spring Festival will be held as scheduled, so you might as well return to Huzhou and see how the political situation is going! ”

"What's going on?" The young scholar's face changed, "Brother Zhao might as well make his words clearer." ”

"Isn't this clear enough," the long-bearded scribe turned his eyes and said in a low voice: "Your father is the prefect of Huzhou, and you have a son under his knees, and now the situation is turbulent, this time it is just the Tartars' sharp soldiers exploring the way, and next time they will definitely come in a big way, and when the capital is besieged, it will be difficult for you to get out." He shook his head again and again, as if there were really thousands of troops surrounding the Tartars outside the city.

"Brother Zhao, ...... you" The young scholar's face sank, and he was about to be reprimanded, only to hear an exclamation from some of the diners in the restaurant, and everyone's eyes looked at it in unison......

The curtain of the door of the restaurant was lifted, and a delicate little lady came in, she was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a goose-yellow skirt with a floor-to-ceiling skirt, her appearance was elegant and vulgar, and she had a light and spiritual atmosphere, her skin was white and tender, her demeanor was graceful, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, her peach cheeks were smiling, her cherry lips were slightly upturned, and her breath was like a quiet orchid, which was indescribably delicate and lovely. She walked upstairs to the middle of the diners who passed through the lobby like a cloud......

Everyone looked at each other, "Whose little lady is this, she looks so sultry," and one diner exclaimed, "If you can give her to me, I would be willing to exchange my three concubines for her." ”

"Come on," his companion scoffed, "just how do you get into the eyes of the masters with those vulgar fans in your family?" If she were my woman, you would exchange ten concubines for me, and I wouldn't even glance at her. ”

......

The lobby was full of obscene words, and Fang Cai's heart of worrying about the country instantly became indifferent.

"How could it be her?" The scholar who was wearing a Tang scarf, wearing a straight collar with a tooth-white collar, and a delicate appearance was taken aback when he saw the woman, "Isn't this Su Yue, is it possible that Mengnan has also come to the capital?" Looking upstairs, I saw the woman go straight up to the third floor, knock on a door, and quietly flash in.

Zhou Mengnan sat elegantly in a private room on the third floor of Wanfu Building, holding her pink cheeks lightly with her left hand, and reading a book in her right hand.

"Tuk Tuk" The door rang twice, Ning Xin put down the teapot and stepped forward to open the door, and Su Yue floated in like an elegant daisy.

"Miss" Su Yue came to Zhou Mengnan and gave a blessing.

"How's it going?" Zhou Mengnan put down the scroll and looked at Su Yue with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Miss," Su Yue glanced at her uneasily, "The maid went to the yamen of the military department to inquire, but the master did not return to the yamen, and the people in the yamen don't know where the master went?" And...... Dai Yu was the only one in the small house in Baoxiang Hutong, and she said that the master rushed out last night and has not returned to ...... yet."

Zhou Mengnan listened quietly, and her curved eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Miss ......" Seeing Zhou Mengnan's solemn face, Su Yue said timidly.

"Have all our people in the capital been sent out?" Ning Xin couldn't help but say with some anxiety when she heard this: "Don't they have any news of the master?" ”

Su Yue's pretty face darkened and she was silent.

"Miss, could it be that the master ......" Ning Xin turned to Zhou Mengnan with a worried expression.

"No," Zhou Mengnan said categorically: "Xianggong is a blessed person, don't think nonsense." ”

"Miss," Su Yue stepped forward and whispered: "There are a lot of rumors in the market now, and there are all kinds of things to say, but according to Lao Fan from outside the city, the imperial court suffered a big loss in this confrontation with the Tartars, not only suffered heavy casualties, but also let the Tartars' cavalry leave safely, and now the situation in the capital is very bad." ”