In the early years of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the war did not stop, thirty miles of a post, one post after another, the beacon fire was even the day, one horse after another. Later, after the world was peaceful, the post station was retained, as a station for transmitting documents and military information, and in Zhu Youzhen's generation, in order to save military expenses, it was used to support the Jinning defense line and suppress bandits, and many post stations of all sizes were demolished a few years ago.

However, more than ten days later, the news that Yang Fan was in a coma and his life and death was uncertain still reached Jingshi and the palace.

At the time of the night tonight, Zhu Youzhen came out of the Qianqing Palace with a solemn face. I didn't go to the Heart Cultivation Palace, but went directly to the imperial study. Information spread frequently, and a letter of information stamped with fire paint arrived.

"Bring it in."

In the past, the news searched by the Jinyi Guard would be sent to the Jinyi Guard Commander, and then divided into categories by the Jinyi Guard Command Division. It's a luxury, most of these people have their own specific numbers and routes, are familiar with the terrain, and are good at running fast.

The news of Yang Fan's coma and disappearance was sent to Jingshi in just ten days. The candlelight that lasted all night in the imperial study was extinguished on this day. Gao Qian, who was waiting outside the study, was startled and hurriedly moved closer. "Holy, holy?"

"I'm fine."

Through the door, Gao Qian worried: "If the saint is tired, then move to ......"

"Wait, wait......" The voice weakened. He looked through the window, and the star on the side of the crape myrtle star was still flickering and dimming, but he didn't know if it was because the crape myrtle was too bright, which made the star even more dim.

The sky is slightly bright. On the small back hill of Buqi Academy, Zhu Qi frowned. Now. The letterhead in his hand was the same fire paint. The same handwriting.

"Wannian Temple, Yang Fan, life and death are uncertain, coma and missing?" Zhu Qi slowly spit out a few words, and it could be seen that the person who wrote this information was in a hurry. "The blacked-out one in the back of this looks like a dead word no matter how you look at it." Zhu Qi's thin lips moved, "What a troublesome guy." It seems that I still have to go to Huguang. Not only Yang Fan, but also the bodies of Xuanyuan Chen and Hu Changkong also made him frown. Thinking about something.

Why did Wannian Temple make such a ruthless move, he was a little puzzled. The secret letter clenched in his hand, exhaled a long breath, and the figure disappeared into the mountain.

In the East, the fish belly has just turned white. A jade crushing sound accompanied by the warbler crying outside the window startled a trace of waves. The woman picks up the broken hosta. Hongyu, who had just brought water outside the door, hurriedly ran in when she heard the sound, looked at Xu Rong, who was a little pale, and said worriedly: "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Xu Rong smiled slightly. said: "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep last night." ”

The "hiss" broken jade pierced Xu Rong's fingertips for no reason, and a little blood bead fell on the blue-white jade and dipped in. The jade is round. But blood for no reason, somehow. Hongyu held Xu Rong's bleeding hand and pressed it carefully. said: "It must be that the master has been urging too hard these days." Why don't you tell the master? You and Yang Gongzi ......"

Xu Rong's face was a little pale, and she had not eaten for a day. His head was indeed a little drowsy and said, "Daddy doesn't know." He just wanted to break up me and Yang Fan. There was a tear on her face, but what could she do? Be a daughter's. How can you refute your father's words? She is just looking forward to Yang Fan's early return.

Fang Yiru drank and had fun with a Luzhou bureaucrat in Mingyue Tower yesterday night. He has been an official here for less than a year, and he has already become prosperous. The two Huai Salt Running Luck Division, the errand is fat, it is a real difference, which naturally makes people envious, which makes this banquet more political.

Luzhou Moonlight, the news spread far and wide, making last night's wine party even more enjoyable. I don't know which person is talking about good things, and even Fang Yiru knows about Yang Fan's death. Laughed three times, drank and climbed the high platform of Mingyue Tower. I heard that after Fang Yiru laughed that night, he cried for a long time, and he didn't know what to cry about.

The latest person to hear the news should be Sun Chengzong. When he received this shocking news, he forgot to put on his shoes and hurriedly ran out of the door, and after half a ring, he realized that he stepped into the room again in a little madness, wiped his feet with a hand towel, and said dementedly: "Dead? Dead ......"

A group of seemingly unrelated, but as if they were caught in an invisible snare, for a missing person, joy, anger and sorrow. Even, many people are unmasked. In short, a group of people with different purposes come together, occasionally sensing each other's breath, but not stopping. The little ants on the ground always like to stop when they meet, touch each other with their antennae, and communicate with each other, and the eagles in the sky never touch each other with their wings, eagles, there are rules for eagles.

The night solstice, still the stars. The purple microstar is like a brilliant sapphire, which is exceptionally bright. It is said that the stars are shining and shining, but it is really difficult for the naked eye to refute whether the stars in the sky are flashing, only one, flickering and dimming, the old woman with faint eyes can see that it is flashing.

Zi said that he was a politician and a virtue, such as Beichen. The people have always regarded Ziweixing as the emperor star. Zhu Youzhen stood at the foot of the steps of the Qianqing Palace, looking at the star that flickered and flickered, leaning on the side of Zi Weixing.

Light, dark, light, dark. It was dark, suddenly, it didn't light up again, as if it had fallen, and the star disappeared. Zhu Youzhen held on to the railing, his eyes narrowed, trying to see more clearly, maybe it was too faint.

"It's gone." A sigh came out of his mouth, turned into a breeze, and gently caressed his face, "I've never said anything about planets, I don't believe it. His hand slapped heavily on the white jade railing, and his body couldn't help but roll forward, and he seemed to be a little weak.

The wind blows, and it's cold.

"Then let the storm come harder. His death does not mean that Daming is about to end! I want to enjoy the prosperity forever! A hint of madness flashed in Zhu Youzhen's eyes. Qin Tianjian's Jianzhen, the astrolabe in his hand trembled, he ran out in a panic, looked at it with the naked eye for a long time, and then sighed.

When the star falls, how long can the emperor star still exist? Maybe the purple microstar will not fall and will not be extinguished. But the change of dynasty, once the son of heaven and a courtier, who said it well, tomorrow this country will still be surnamed Zhu? The old Taoist priest wrapped the sackcloth on his upper body tightly, and turned around in a whisper, "God, it's really cold......

Is a person's death really nothing?

However, the death of a person, the sun, moon and stars, rising in the east and setting in the west, are always the same.

(End of this volume) (To be continued......)