It's been a tiring few days of driving and horses, but there is no need for Lu Rong to lead the horse anymore.

Five people and five horses, Lu Rong, Fan Jiang, and three pro-soldiers, with the ultimatum signed by Yao Kezhi, took the post road, and arrived at Lushan in the west of Shuntianfu in three days.

Seeing Zhuolu Mountain in the foresight, the mountain is not dangerous but strangely handsome, the green mist is shrouded, and there is no end in sight for several miles, Lu Rong was originally nervous in his heart, but when he saw the mountains and rivers gathering rice, he also calmed down a little.

It is no wonder that the ancients often lived in seclusion in the mountains and ignored mundane things.

There is a path in the mountains, which is very smooth and seems to be inhabited. A few people galloped up the mountain, not far away, there was no way, had to dismount and walk, through a dense forest, over a mountain col, peaks and peaks, nine turns and a thousand times, fortunately the soldiers knew the path, so as not to get lost.

Everyone bypassed the last ridge, and suddenly opened up in front of them, and as far as the eye could see, the boundaries of Datong Mansion were all tiled at the feet, and several big cities were faintly visible, which made Lu Rong open-minded and full of pride.

There is a flat land on the mountainside not far away, a small bamboo house is built on the back of the cliff, there is no shelter all around, and the beautiful scenery of Zhuolu Mountain unfolds behind you, and you can enjoy the wonder of the mountains.

Since Fan Jiang went up the mountain, he was smiling and radiant. Thinking about it, she grew up in Hengshan since she was a child, and she was relaxed and happy to see this familiar scene.

A few people walked to the front of the bamboo house, and there was no one in sight, and then I saw a person standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, overlooking the direction of Datong Mansion.

Seeing this person's back, Lu Rong felt very familiar in his heart, it was indeed like his teacher, Mr. Wang, he hurriedly walked a few steps, came behind this person, and asked softly, "Mr. Wang?" ”

The man was wearing a gray robe, not tall, with a slightly white beard, and turned around when he heard the words, his face was old and short-bearded, but he was full of energy, with a pleased smile on his face, he nodded, and his voice seemed to have feelings hidden: "Rong'er, fortunately, you are still alive." ”

Lu Rong raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed Mr. Wang, his eyes were sour, he couldn't help it anymore, knelt on his knees, bowed his head and bowed. Choked and said: "Mr. is above, give Lu Rong a bow, I haven't seen him for a year, I don't know if Mr. is in good health!" ”

Mr. Wang's voice was slightly stern: "Stand up, don't cry." ”

Lu Rong hurriedly stood up, held back his tears, and just lowered his head. Although he is very strict, Lu Rong is not a person who does not know what to do, so he naturally does not dare to slack off on Mr. 's words, and he respects him very much.

I haven't seen him for a year, Lu Rong has gone through great hardships again, and now I have to see my mentor here, thinking of the gentle scholar in my memory, but now he has snow-white temples and is in his twilight years. The heart is naturally full of mixed feelings, as if it is a world away.

The three sergeants also stepped forward, bowed to the ground and said, "Mr. Jian Zhai, our handsome greetings to you." ”

The old man smiled slightly: "It's hard work, please thank Yao Shuai for me." ”

The soldier hurriedly replied: "Sir is polite. Without further ado, he got up and stepped aside.

The old man looked behind him and saw Fan Jiang standing not far away, he didn't come over, but he didn't care, he took a few steps forward, and gestured with his chin: "The old man thanked the girl for saving my Rong'er's life." ”

Fan Jiang said with a rare smile: "You're welcome, Mr. Wang's name and little woman have heard it for a long time." ”

The old man bowed his head again, turned his head to face Lu Rong,

Lu Rong already had a thousand words to ask, but because of the majesty of Mr., he kept holding back.

The old man walked in front of Lu Rong, the kindness in his eyes gradually thickened, and Lu Rong hurriedly leaned over slightly.

Gently stroked Lu Rong's shoulder, and helped him up, the old man's love was overflowing, and he said lightly: "Rong'er, I know that you have many questions in your heart that you can't solve, but I have always had scruples and want to wait for a suitable time." The old man paused, seemed to have made up his mind, and continued: "But you have experienced such a great calamity this time, and you almost died in another country, so I can't bear to hide it from you again." The old man will tell you one by one today. I hope that after listening to it, you can also understand the old man's intentions, and don't blame me. ”

Lu Rong lowered his head slightly and said, "How can the student blame Mr. ”

The old man nodded, looked into Lu Rong's eyes, and said, "Although what I said is appalling, you must believe it." ”

Lu Rong was already itching, so he quickly nodded and said, "Please also ask Mr. to teach me what is going on." ”

Hearing this, the three sergeants took a few steps back, and Fan Jiang also knew that he wanted to avoid suspicion, so he went to the side to watch the scenery.

The old man pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "You must know that my full name is Wang Xuance, and I am a staff member of the Yan Imperial Palace, and the person who plans to be next to the general Lu Yuan. ”

"And the reason why I teach you is because of your background. Rong'er, forgive the old man for hiding from you for a long time, your life experience is very important, if it spreads early, you will definitely be killed. ”

The old man paused slightly, there seemed to be a cold star in his eyes, and then he turned his head to look at the mountain scenery in the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"Your real identity is the nephew of Lu Yuan, the king of Yan, and the half-brother of the son of heaven!"

Although Lu Rong had already been prepared, after hearing this, he still shivered all over his body, and felt that the mountain in front of him seemed to be moved by the gods, and all of them overwhelmed his head. Unconsciously muttered, "Nephew? Brother? How can it be? Sir, are you joking? ”

The cold light in the old man's eyes was even better, and he continued: "You should have been surnamed Tang, the surname of the country, 'Lu' is actually your mother's surname, your mother is the sister of Lu Yuan, the general of King Yan, the first emperor's beloved wife Lu Guifei, your father is the first emperor Zhaolie Emperor, and you are the third son of the first emperor Tang Rong!" ”

A cold wind blew, and it was now winter, and the mountain wind was even more biting, blowing the old man's robe fiercely.

Lu Rong trembled slightly, he had no father or mother since he was a child, and he had asked Uncle De about his life experience, but Uncle De never answered, and said that it was not yet time, and as he got older, Lu Rong gradually stopped caring, and now when he suddenly heard this, how could he not be surging in his heart, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

"How so? How so? Lu Rong couldn't say anything else at this time, only to repeat this sentence.

Wang Xuance stopped talking, as if waiting for Lu Rong to digest it slowly, the cold light in his eyes decreased slightly, and he was a little distressed.

Lu Rong was stunned for a long time, his face turned from red to blue, and then to white, and he was at war with heaven and man in his heart, as if he had lost his mind and gone crazy, and only raised his head for a long time, his eyes were blood-red and he asked sharply: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Wang Xuance was unbearable, but extremely firm, and said slowly: "Eighteen years ago, a major event happened in the government and the opposition, and the King of Qin led troops to force the palace, intending to control the position of the crown prince. At that time, you were only two years old, and your mother, Lu Guifei, immediately made a decision and sent you out of the palace to prevent you from being murdered. ”

Seeing that Lu Rong's eyes were still blood-red, his brows were furrowed. Wang Xuance continued: "The person who took you out of the palace is Uncle De, his original name was Zhao Jingde, although he has no official or title, but the sword-wielding person sent by Lu Yuan, the king of Yan, to Lu Guifei's side, specifically to protect the safety of the concubine. ”

"Originally, I wanted to send you to the palace of the king of Yan in Youzhou, but the situation was critical at that time, the king of Qin was bound to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and the king of Yan, Lu Yuan, and Chen Bing Jiangbei pressured the king of Qin to save the country, and the entire Dazhong Dynasty was at a critical moment of falling apart, and there was no time to care about your safety. Zhao Jingde had no choice but to take you to a small county town to live in seclusion. Then it involved many aspects, and the situation forced you to bring you back to the palace, this time, eighteen years have passed. ”

"From now on, there is no prince Tang Rong in the world, only Lu Rong, the son of the Lu family in Anxin County. But no matter what, you are the same as Lu Yuan, the king of Yan, how can you be left in the world. I have entrusted you with the trust of the king of Yan, and I will come to your house every year to teach you knowledge, and send the dead to secretly protect your safety, only to take you back to the palace one day, and inherit your mother's lineage. ”

Lu Rong was weak, stumbled under his feet, sat down on the ground, held his head with both hands, and his face was full of disbelief.

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuance also gasped slightly, his eyes were full of pity, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Not far away, Fan Jiang seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and looked back at Lu Rong, frowning slightly.

I don't know when a man walked out of the bamboo house, tall and young, looking at this side from a distance.

The mist in the mountains seemed to be thicker, and half of the dangerous peaks on the side of the cliff were hidden in the fog, as if the sword of an immortal had cut off the top of the mountain.

I don't know how long it has passed, and a bird's cry seems to wake up this picture of mourning and happiness in the mountains. Lu Rong slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was a little hideous, and he asked, "What about Uncle De?" I'm going to ask him. ”