The Blood Lettermen had already taken over the place, and they were blooming enchantingly, and some of the palace maids kneeling at the door were staring at the flowers, while others were trembling slightly, as if they were afraid. It is indeed terrifying, because outside this palace, there is a row of iron halberds, and on the blades of those iron halberds are inserted one after another, without exception, the original owners of these heads have lost their eyes, and their dignity before death is ugly, with their mouths wide open, and their silent screams, which are more hideous than the sculptures with green tears.

This is a country that is slipping into the abyss.

Yan Eighteen walked out of "Fang Rong Palace", looking at those hideous heads through the blood letter in the courtyard, his guards and the teacher followed closely behind, of course, this teacher is not the one lying on the bed, the one lying on the bed is a madman, or a crazy monarch, and he still enjoys the name of benevolence.

As they walked around the majestic and ugly sculpture, Yan Eighteen's teacher, Che Jing, whispered: "Fear is not awe, only wisdom and benevolence will win respect, my Hou Zi, we should set off immediately and leave here." ”

The children of the Mo family hate killing, they advocate benevolence, but they also know that benevolence cannot calm down this already chaotic world, so they actively devote themselves to the world, dedicate their wisdom, and love each other, mutual benefit, and achieve the goal of non-attack.

Yan Shibai didn't answer his teacher immediately, he stared at the blind sculpture for a while, walked outside the palace, and said as he walked: "My teacher, Song Guo didn't bully An Guo, why is An Guo still so panicked, even more than that?" ”

Che Jing was stunned for a moment and replied: "Bullying is everywhere, not in a single Song Kingdom, but in the whole world. A strong country will always be strong, and a weak country will always be weak. Anguo is a weak country, looking up to the world, and naturally panics. ”

"Really?"

Yan Eighteen smiled.

Che Ying retorted on the side: "The strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak, this is the unchanging truth in the world." To make fear and killing disappear, there is only great power. Therefore, since ancient times, the major affairs of the country have been worshipped in Rong. Strength will prevail over all. ”

"The power also needs to be balanced, otherwise it will be the spread of killing and fear."

Che Jing is also refuting his son, one of them is a soldier and the other is a Mo family, just like a spear and a shield, arguing about the same issue almost every day. Yan Shibai had heard enough, and he smiled slightly: "Father Jun summoned me to return to China, but I am a little nostalgic for Shaotai." ”

"Houzi, no."

At this time, the father and son, who were blushing, spoke in unison.

Che Jing said in a deep voice: "Houzi, Shaotai is not a place to stay for a long time, we should rush back to Yan Country immediately." ”

Che Ying also said: "The letter from Yanjing is a secret letter, and there is no messenger. Houzi, we need to leave Shaotai overnight, go to the Song Kingdom via the Tairi Gorge Road, and then go all the way north to Yanjing. Along the way, we will lower the banner of Xuanniao, Hou Zi will incarnate as a merchant of Zheng Guo, and our whereabouts will be silent. ”

Yes, his guards and teachers have already prepared a route for him to return to China, perhaps, they have been planning it for many years, but Yan Shibai still can't be sure, and even can't believe it, Father Jun will actually call him back at this time, am I not a fool? Cowardly and cowardly fools. Didn't the monarch say that Yan Guo doesn't need timid people? Could it be that these are all lies?

Che Jing saw Yan Eighteen pondering, but he thought of another possibility, the old Mo family's expression became solemn: "Hou Zi, the big thing is important, and you must not misunderstand the state affairs because of the personal feelings of your children." The suppressed tone was a little hoarse.

"Children's personal affairs?"

Yan Shibai's pale face was slightly red, his teacher guessed correctly, if there is anything worthy of his nostalgia in this panic-filled country, it is really a child's private relationship, but the person in his heart may not know. Ji Ling'er, the daughter of Ji Ying, the left doctor. The world says that the most beautiful thing in Anguo is not the peach blossoms all over the mountains, but Ji Ling'er in the flowers, her beauty is even more than the peach blossoms in spring and summer, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, she blooms her beauty all the time, all those who have seen her say that Ji Ling'er is even more beautiful than Cai Xuan, the first beauty of Cai who was shocked by Confucius, I am afraid that it is comparable to the son-in-law of Dayong.

What Cai Xuan looks like, Yan Eighteen doesn't know, what the Dayong girl, who is known as the world's first beauty, looks like, Yan Eighteen doesn't know. He only knows that Ji Ling'er is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world, her eyes are so clear, and her voice is as good as a lark, if there is anything pure and clean in this world, it must be Ji Ling'er's smile.

"Hou Zi, when we return to Yan Kingdom, after the big event, Hou Zi can send someone to visit Anhou and Doctor Ji, forgive them and dare not refuse Hou Zi's kindness." Che Ying is different from his father, he will only come up with a solution, instead of blindly persuading Yan Eighteen, in the heart of this soldier child, strength is the most important, as long as Yan Guo is strong enough, then what else can't be done? Even if it is the son-in-law of Dayong, or the princess of Chaoge City, it is not at the mercy of the powerful Yan Jun.

"Ugh."

Yan Shibai looked at Che Ying, and sighed faintly, he turned around and walked towards the palace gate, stepped on the carriage that was already waiting outside, and instructed Che Ying, who was already waiting outside: "Go outside the city, look at Yuan Mountain." ”

There is a forgetting pavilion on Wangyuan Mountain, standing in the pavilion you can take in the sea of flowers for dozens of miles, Ji Ling'er, the daughter of the doctor on the left, likes peach blossoms very much, whenever the peach blossoms are in full bloom, she will inevitably come to the mountain, while flying a kite, while scattering the crisp laughter in this world. Therefore, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, she has also become a scene in Shaotai City. But everyone who hears her laughter can't help but stop at the foot of the mountain, looking at the big red figure and the kite in the sky, perhaps, they all want to be the kite in the sky, led by her, and favored by her. It's just that such a thought can only be thought about, Doctor Shangzuo loves Ji Ling'er like a treasure, and successively rejected Chen Hou and Zhaohou to marry their respective sons, and I don't know who he wants to marry his daughter.

When he came to the foot of Wangyuan Mountain, Yan Shibai just watched from afar. It wasn't because the rows of guards stopped him, but because there were some beautiful things and people that could only be viewed from a distance, not blasphemed.

The kite flew high in the sky, and the crisp laughter rose and fell with the kite, and Yan Shibai sat in the carriage and pushed the pane away. The March wind was lukewarm, but he clenched his fists and coughed. Che Ying handed over the precious small medicine jar, Yan Shibai took some medicinal liquid with a slender silver spoon, licked the green liquid with his tongue, and walked out of the carriage and walked towards the mountain.

Yan Eighteen thought, today, before leaving Anguo, I should go to see her, just take a closer look. Perhaps, when I come back again, I will have all the dirty things of power, status, intrigues, tricks, etc., and I will never have the courage to stand in front of her again. What's more, will I ever come back?

The road up the mountain was full of old leaves, and it was loose and soft to step on, Yan Shibai walked a little hard, and Che Ying kept following him, keeping his vigilance.

There were two rows of armor soldiers standing on the mountain road, and they looked at Yan Eighteen suspiciously.

"I ......"

Yan Shibai walked up and wanted to say something, but his face was shy and red, and he couldn't say it.

"I've seen Yan Houzi." The group saluted him and made way up the mountain.

Yan Shiba's face turned even redder, as if he couldn't stand the wind of March, he tightened the big slug on his shoulders. As he drew closer, the laughter grew clearer, and he could already see the petite figure running in the wind, his heart beating faster, and his steps becoming chaotic.

At this moment, someone stood up from the octagonal pavilion and shouted, "Whoever comes, stop." ”

"I'm ......" Yan Eighteen was at a loss.

"Hey, it's you." The people in the pavilion were very surprised by Yan Eighteen's arrival, and he tilted his head to look at Yan Eighteen with a playful smile on his face. This is a young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, slightly fat, when he smiled, those two eyes narrowed into a slit, Yan Eighteen recognized him, he was Ji Ying's youngest son Ji Fu.

Yan Eighteen clenched his fists and coughed, and said, "I, I'll take a look." ”

"What to see, to see the scenery?" The man squinted.

Yan Eighteen didn't speak, and he didn't dare to look at the fiery figure that was running and laughing, he grabbed the hem of his robe and walked into the pavilion, pretending to look calmly to the north.

The man walked up to him and looked towards the extreme north: "I heard that Yanjing is very cold, and it snows every August and September?" ”

"Yes, the snowflakes in the sky are scattered, and as far as the eye can see, the mountains and rivers are white." Yan Shibai was talking, but the corner of his eye quickly looked at the woman who was flying a kite, but his position was not good, his eyes were blocked by an ancient cypress tree, and he could only hear the gentle laughter like a bell.

The man said: "When the fourth brother left, I wanted to give him my most beloved woman and ask her to make the bed for the fourth brother and fold the quilt for warmth, but the fourth brother refused to accept it." Now, it will snow in Yanjing in a few months, and I don't know if the fourth brother will be cold there? Fourth brother, do you regret it? The voice was very low, as if he was talking to Yan Eighteen, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

Yan Shibai was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look, and saw that the slightly chubby young man had tears in the corners of his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, so he raised his head and said: "The fourth brother promised me that he would come back alive, and I will wait here every March, I believe that the fourth brother will never break his promise, he will definitely come back, do you believe it?" ”

Your fourth brother is dead, he won't come back, Yan Eighteen wanted to answer him like this, but what came out of his mouth was completely different: "I believe it." If he returns, will you share your favorite people or things with him? ”

After speaking, Yan Shibai looked at Ji Fu fixedly, the corners of his mouth curled up, with a strange smile. The young man looked at Yan Eighteen, he read the meaning of Yan Eighteen's smile, thought seriously for a long time, and nodded heavily.

"Yes."

"Brother Fu, who are you talking to?" At this moment, an incomparably tender voice sounded, and immediately, a long oblique shadow came through the outside of the gazebo.

Yan Shiba's face turned red, he stared down at the shadow, watching it gradually get closer and closer to him, he didn't dare to raise his head, his whole body was trembling, he clenched his fists and coughed: "I, I'm ......"

"I know who you are, you are the Yan Houzi who is blown down by the wind. Last year, when you were halfway up the hill, weren't you blown away by a gust of wind? Gegege. ”

The woman laughed coquettishly.

"Haha." Ji Fu also laughed out loud.

Yan Eighteen's face turned crimson, and when he raised his head, he had a silly smile on his face.

……

Jingtai twenty-ninth spring.

In the spring of this year, the demon star is in the sky, and both peach blossoms and pear blossoms are in bloom extraordinarily.