The sunset sets behind the carriage, and in front of it is an endless pear forest, and those graceful and noble pear blossoms are like snow in the north, spreading layer by layer to the sky. The sturdy horses snorted heavily beside the carriage, and the knight on horseback looked straight ahead, his expression as resolute as iron. Thirty-six halberders, thirty-six sword and shield bearers, twelve archers, three chariots, and one ceremonial carriage were the standard etiquette for the Marquis of Yan to envoy to other countries.

Father Jun really can't wait, and when the darkness is coming, he will drive me out of Yanjing City.

Looking at the last light hidden in the distance, Yan Zhiyun sighed, since ancient times, the prince has been the most ruthless, the monarch's father is about to die, but before he died, he sent me to Dayong, what is the purpose, the three-year-old naughty boy knows that it is because the monarch's father is protecting the future monarch of the Yan Kingdom. They are also the sons of the monarch's father, and I don't covet the high throne, why doesn't the monarch's father remember? Yes, he forgot everything, he forgot who lingered in front of his door when he was seriously ill and did not go all night. He also forgot who was most deferential and kind, and treated him like a father, longing for his encouragement or waiting for his lesson.

A person who has forgotten everything, then what could it be?

Hehe, Father, Father, now you, I'm afraid that you only have a monarch and no father.

Yan Zhiyun sneered, and his wizard heard this sneer on his horse. The witch official patted his horse and said in a deep voice: "Bahouzi, out of the twenty-mile pear road, we will go east, rush to Qixia Town overnight, and then turn to Zhongli City, and then enter the southern border of Dayong from Zhongli City, the whole journey is two thousand eight hundred miles. It's the rainy season lately, the roads are muddy, and we have to hurry, otherwise, we won't be able to make it to Yongdu before the pear blossoms are gone. ”

Yes, I'm on my way, I have to get to Yongdu before the pear blossoms wither, and even the road I have to take is planned in advance, which is the most convenient, it will ensure that I arrive on time. Ha ha......

Yan Zhiyun laughed in his heart, he looked at the sea of pear blossoms rolling behind him, and said, "I'm going to Yongdu, I'm afraid I'll never see such a magnificent pear blossom again, but it's a burden to you, my witch." ”

The witch official was stunned for a moment, he took this into Hou Zi's sadness, or unwillingness, he said respectfully: "Hou Zi's envoy to other countries, this is an unchanging tradition for thousands of years, only a sharpened sword can withstand chopping." ”

"Really?"

The sky gradually darkened, Yan Zhiyun's face was half bright and half dark, he raised his head to look at Yanjing City, wanting to take one last look at the shocking Xuanniao, but across the vast pear sea, he couldn't see anything. The night wind blew through the pear tree, without making a sound, but a coldness came to his face, drilling into his heart, he gritted his teeth, and said: "I remember, that year, the pear blossoms were blooming, and the eighteenth brother went to Anguo, and it rained that day, but the people in Yanjing City came out in the rain, and they waited on the cliff outside the city, laughing at the eighteenth brother, and at the same time sending him food. Today, some places are similar, while others are different. As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing, and suddenly chuckled: "I still remember that day, the monarch climbed the high stargazing platform, and he kept watching the eighteenth brother's car drive away, and his smile was very weird. Yes, I saw the sneer on my father's face, it was so weird, I was right next to him at the time. ”

"What does Hou Zi mean?" The witch officer looked moved.

"I didn't mean anything else, I didn't say anything."

Yan Zhiyun tightened the big pane on his shoulders, lowered the pane, and the darkness shrouded him, he thought, yes, I didn't say anything, my monarch, after that, I began to ignore the arts, I indulged in lust, and I consulted and indulged. My lord, maybe you know why, yes, because your weird sneer scares me. You let the right doctor teach me, the right doctor is very good to me, he is very loyal, he is loyal to me, he is loyal to me, under his loyalty, I am more and more arrogant.

My lord, do you think I'm a fool?

Perhaps, you like fools.

Ha ha.

Eighteenth brother, are you a fool?

……

Am I a fool? Yan Eighteen was asking himself.

No, there are people who are more stupid than me.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the last bit of afterglow stacked on top of the tall stone statue of Anguo Palace, and counted it with his fingers, nine years have passed, and he left Yanjing for a full ten years, the years are still the same, the stone statue of the palace city has not changed at all, it is still blind in one eye, it is said that no matter how clean An Jun washes it, the next day, it will still be blind in one eye, shedding those muddy and disgusting tears. For this reason, An Jun cut off the heads of many people and gouged out their eyes, perhaps, this is a joke.

An Jun regretted it.

Yan 18 knew that An Jun must have regretted it, whether it was because of An Guo's current situation or for some other reason. Since his friend Ji Lie left Shaotai, An Guo has not settled down because of the fool's departure, but has become more flustered. Although, the Song Hou at the other end of the Tairi Gorge did not come to look for trouble, and the current Song State has fallen into a situation where it is difficult to protect itself because of the First World War, the Xirong Rebellion, and the betrayal of the subject country, so the country is temporarily safe. However, An Guo was not much better, just the day after An Jun couldn't bear the pressure and announced that Ji Xuan, the third marquis, was the son, Ji Yun, who had been lying on the bed and was half paralyzed, actually stood up, God knows, what a comedic accident.

Ji Yun, who got up from the bed, did not question An Jun, nor did he have the slightest dissatisfaction with Ji Xuan's son, he left Shaotai City and took the retainers who had been following him to his territory. Perhaps An Jun felt guilty about this, and the territory he was given was extremely rich. Soon, Ji Yun managed the territory well, and it seemed to be the richest place in Anguo. However, the panic came, and one day, An Jun happily went to his son's territory, but was surprised to find that in that radius of less than fifty miles, there were actually eighty chariots and three thousand armored warriors. An Jun was terrified.

Yan Shibai remembered that that day, he was also on the side as a guest. He clearly saw An Jun's flushed face, and at the same time, he also saw the sneer and ruthless expression on the corner of Ji Yun's mouth, and there were inexplicably more people standing next to Ji Yun, including Meng Yuxi, the secretary of Anguo.

Meng Yuxi?

That's the father-in-law of Ji Feng, the second marquis, how could he be in cahoots with Ji Yunxin?

Yan Eighteen believed that An Jun must have the same doubts as him, so the flustered King of An Guo drafted a letter, ordered someone to take it and quickly go to Song State, and presented the letter in front of Song Hou. What Song Hou thought after reading the letter, of course Yan Eighteen didn't know, but Ji Feng, the second marquis who was in Yancheng, came back. It's a pity that Ji Lie is already dead, otherwise, at this time, An Jun might have sent someone to Yanjing to summon him back.

What a stupid monarch who took the smartest son to his death, leaving behind all the useless people, who rubbed their fists and attacked each other, which would only lead to a catastrophe from which Anguo could not recover. If it weren't for the fact that Anguo still has a powerful left-wing doctor to check and balance the left and right, I am afraid that it would have fallen into war a long time ago. However, Ji Ying, the doctor on the left, he may not be as loyal to An Jun as An Jun imagined.

Yan Eighteen will not tell An Jun about this, he is just a disciple of An Jun, he came to Shaotai to practice the way of benevolence and kindness to An Jun, something that has nothing to do with him, why should he talk more? Besides, Doctor Shangzuo is still Ji Ling'er's father.

He watched coldly as it all happened.

My fellow refugees, I will watch it for you, watching the fall of Anguo. Yan Eighteen thought to himself.

"Hou Zi, An Hou invited Hou Zi to go to "Fang Rong Palace" to talk about it."

At this time, the tall and burly Che Ying came from the gray world, and this soldier is now more and more calm, just like the sword hanging from his waist, which has not been opened for ten years, but it is a heavy sword without a blade, which is a performance of extreme sharpness.

Yan Shibaqi said: "Anhou? Teacher, isn't he bedridden? ”

"Today is a good day, and the pear tree planted when Hou Zi came has also bloomed."

Che Jing, who was both a messenger and a witch official, walked over with a smile while holding a black big bird, after many years, the old messenger's expression was still the same, he shook the big one embroidered with the Xuanniao, and draped it on Yan Eighteen's body.

……

An Jun has been bedridden for ten months, he is lying on the thick down bed, with a pair of tired eyes, watching the cuckoo jump around on the stigma, today, this nasty bird did not sing, the hall seems to be very quiet, the palace maids are prostrate at the door, the delicate Xu Ji's slender body is turning the rusty incense burner and walking towards the palace door, the fragrance of Nana makes her figure look a little blurred, he knows that his wife does not like "Fang Rong Palace", saying that there is a smell of decay here.

The smell of decay? That's the smell of death.

An Jun smiled coldly.

The old and immortal witch is still not dead, he is with An Guo like an old goblin, he walked through the lush blood letter with a snake-headed cane, came to the hall, knelt in front of An Jun's bed, and whispered: "Your Majesty, the old slave is here." ”

"It's coming."

An Jun muttered, there was a hint of brilliance in his cloudy eyes, he stretched out his hand like a chicken claw, waved weakly, and motioned for the old witch to get up. But the old witch didn't dare to get up, he replied: "Your Majesty, the old slave is useless, after many years, the old slave really can't find out where the four marquis are." ”

"Can't find out?"

An Jun supported and wanted to sit up, but the old witch officer hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was violently thrown away by An Jun, and the old witch was shocked, and knelt on the ground and trembled with a "plop". An Jun turned sideways, stared at the old witch's sweaty neck, and said coldly: "Old man, people will have greed, the reason why I left you alive, do you know why?" ”

The old wizard shrank on the ground, sweat rolling down drop by drop, he was drenched all over his body, but he did not dare to speak.

"He's not dead, lately, I've often dreamed of him, he looks exactly like his mother, even the expression is the same, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and he still condescends to despise me. You should go to Yan Kingdom, instead of staring at the Liuyuan River, you have to follow that road to find it, or, die on that road. ”

"Yes, the old slave will go to Yan Kingdom, look for it along the road, or die on the road. Your Excellency is precious. The old witch didn't dare to disobey, although he didn't know why An Jun suddenly remembered a stupid son who had been dead for nine years, but he had no choice, because he had touched An Jun's scales, and after that defeat, An Jun did not kill him, and still trusted him as always.

"Go ahead, I hope I can see him before I die."

"Yes."

The old witch was gone, and the hall was quiet again, as quiet as death, An Jun was lying like a dead man, death spots crawled all over the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he cracked his mouth, as if he was trying to breathe, and as if he was smiling. But his eyes became more and more attentive, and when he looked at his gaze, it was a wall and a small window, but he seemed to see that fool from Yan Kingdom was walking towards him, and there was another person beside that fool, with sword eyebrows and a straight nose, and slightly thin lips, bent like a knife.

"I can't stand you, I'm dying before I think of you."

An Jun thought to himself.