On the north bank of the surging Hutuo River, several horsemen surrounded the famous middle-aged officials in green shirts and arrived at Baimagang in the pass.

In the midst of the uproar, the torches on the white horse hill were raised, and the soldiers above asked loudly, "Who is coming?" ”

The official raised the seal in his hand and shouted: "I am engaged in Zhang Xiaojie in the Chengde Military Mansion, and I have to give an order to enter the palace to discuss matters." ”

Soon, the gate rumbled open, Zhang Xiaojie did not dare to linger, continued to urge the horses, drove straight for twenty miles, and arrived at the Zhending Mansion in Ji Town.

Zhending Mansion is surrounded by the old cities such as Donghuan City and Changshan Anlelei, the streets are vertical and horizontal, and the square market is like clouds, which is the number one mansion in the north. In the Chengde Military Mansion surrounded by a tooth barracks, the torches are shining all night, and in the corridor room, every three or five steps stand the famous Chengde soldiers in armor, holding swords and bows, and the murderous spirit is soaring.

The one who came to greet Zhang Xiaojie was Hu Zhen, the Confucian official of the Chengde Army, and the other party smiled meaningfully at Zhang, so he followed the corridor of the West Chamber and introduced Zhang into the back building residence of Li Baochen, the envoy of the festival.

"How's your condition?"

Faced with Zhang Xiaojie's question, Hu Zhen just didn't answer.

In front of the corner corridor of the copying hand, Zhang suddenly saw a group of tooth soldiers holding torches, clustered under a few dead trees in the courtyard, several men were tied up and kneeling under the trees, Zhang fixed his eyes and saw that these were actually the generals of the palace Zhang Penglao, Xu Chongjun, Zhang Nanrong, Xin Zhongyi, etc.

Before Zhang could react, the butcher's knife of the tooth soldier swept down with a cold light, and after a few muffled sounds of the bones of the body being cut off, several generals were planted into the pit dug in advance with blood light, and they died with a whimper.

Zhang Xiaojie only felt a sour feeling in his throat due to disgust and fear, but he held back his emotions and continued to walk forward.

In front of the middle hall of the back building where Li Baochen lives, there is a long incense case, the silver candle on the case is bright, there is a golden cup and jade plate, and the whole courtyard is dancing in the air of yellow paper - a yin and yang witch has words in his mouth, waving the sword in his hand, soaring up and down, and is asking the gods to descend the "cloud nectar wine" for Li Baochen on the sickbed, Mr. Yin and Yang said, as long as Li Sikong (Baochen) drinks this cloud nectar wine, he can continue his life for another 30 years.

However, when Zhang Xiaojie walked through the incense case, he heard the shouts of this Mr. Yin and Yang obviously trembling and despairing.

Because even this liar knows that Li Baochen's life is not long, and before Li Baochen listened to his nonsense, and gave him countless gold, silver and silk, let him stay in the military palace to continue his life - if Li Baochen dies, this one will inevitably be finished.

Under the candlelight, Li Baochen, who used to be a bow and horse all over the world, had deep sunken eye sockets, a golden complexion, a dry head leaning on a pillow, wearing a plain white filament middle single, covered with a brocade quilt, and his mouth was full of struggling panting.

On the side of the couch, his group of wives and concubines, with their three sons, Li Weicheng, Li Weiyue and Li Weijian, all knelt around, crying constantly.

On the seat farther away, there is a general dressed as Wu Ben, who is holding a sword, his name is Wang Shizhen, the son of Wang Wujun, a general under Li Baochen, and Li Baochen's son-in-law.

"Jiexia ......" Zhang Xiaojie immediately knelt down, then bowed his head and hurriedly kneeled to the bed.

Li Baochen's eyes turned for a long time before turning to him, "Filial piety...... Go, go to Yizhou and invite your brother Alau...... Before he died, he wanted to see Arau...... I want to entrust this unsuccessful son to Aarau! Saying that, Li Baochen used all his strength and turned his fingers with difficulty, and finally stopped at Li Weiyue, who was crying.

Among the three sons, only Li Weiyue was born to his wife.

And the "Alao" in Li Baochen's mouth is the nickname of Zhang Xiaozhong, the assassin of Yizhou in the Chengde Army, and Xiaojie is Zhang Xiaozhong's younger brother.

"Yui, don't dare to quit!" Zhang Xiaojie hurriedly agreed.

"Engaged." Just as Zhang Xiaojie hurriedly walked out of the middle hall and went to the stable to pick up the horse, someone called him from behind.

Zhang Xiaojie looked back and saw that it was Li Baochen's envoy Wang Wujun.

"Doctor (Wang Wujun's title is the Imperial Doctor)."

Wang Wujun nodded meaningfully at him, shook his head again, and quickly went in other directions without speaking.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojie realized that under the front porch of the middle hall of the back building, Confucius officials Hu Zhen and Zheng Xu, and Wang Tanu, the house slave Wang Tanu with Li Weiyue, were gathering together, probing their brains at their own side, with sneakiness in their eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaojie understood everything, he stepped on the horse and turned over, "Drive!" With a bang, he galloped out of the Chengde Military Mansion in Hengzhou......

A few days later, in the shooting hall in Yizhou City, Zhang Xiaozhong took off his half-arm shirt, exposed half of his sturdy body in the cold winter, pulled the Liujun bow, shot after shot, and continued to shoot arrows into the long stacked target hundreds of steps away with a strong wind.

"Filial piety, go back."

"Brother......" Zhang Xiaojie knelt at his feet, pleading.

"What are the four generals Xu Chongjun, Zhang Penglao, Zhang Nanrong, and Xin Zhongyi, who are guilty of even being killed around the neck? I am afraid of death and dare not enter the army, but I will not rebel. ”

"But how does this repay Sikong?"

Zhang Xiaozhong laughed: "It's hard to say? Let's just talk about how Li Sikong treats the imperial court, I will treat Li Sikong as such. (Li Baochen did not enter the court, and he did not dare to rebel against the court, so he made a routine of nominal submission, but the facts were separated)

"In this case, filial piety will die."

"Hmph, filial piety, don't be confused, your brother I'm in Yizhou, you can't die. But once I abandon Yizhou and go to the military government, then you and my brother may have to be killed together. After speaking, Zhang Xiaozhong pulled the bowstring and shot again.

When Zhang Xiaojie was still in doubt, Zhang Xiaozhong said to him: "You go back and say that I, Zhang Alao, am in Yizhou, and I want to guard against the danger of Zhu Tao in Youzhou." ”

When Zhang Xiaojie came to Baimagang again, he heard the cry of the soldiers on the post, but he didn't wear linen and filial piety, so his heart sank......

On the sickbed in the back building of the military mansion, Li Baochen drank the "Cloud Manna Divine Wine" invited by Mr. Yin Yang today, and the effect was effective: he could no longer speak, and in a cry, he took the square paper with trembling hands, and wrote the words "Wei", "Yue", and "Jie" crookedly.

But he was still struggling, ready to raise his pen, and when he wrote the last two words of "don't rebel", before he finished writing "don't", his eye sockets quickly sunken, his stiff hand stayed in mid-air, and the last essence in his pupils was completely dissipated.

In January of the second year of Jianzhong, Li Baochen was sent to Li Baochen by the Chengde Army.

Emperor Li Yu and Wei Bo Tianxiong made Tian Chenghei live one year longer.

The cry in the middle hall suddenly exploded!

At this time, the shogunate engaged in Zhang Xiaojie had just dismounted, and as soon as he heard this atmosphere, he quickly moved in the direction of the middle hall.

"You can't mourn!" At this time, Li Weiyue in the hall suddenly shouted this voice, he tore the square paper from the hands of his dead father, put it on the floor, pointed to the words on it and said to everyone:

"Father's last wish, let me wait not to lose the festival, Chengde marching Sima Li Weiyue is not talented, I am willing to inherit it, if the court comes to ask my father about his illness, the generals must say that my father is still in the world, and ask for the festival!"