The mist began to rise, and the light and shadow of the sun shrouded the foothills. The pale blue color is like an ancient painting dyed with ink.

The ethereal morning bell swept over Daliang Mountain, crossed the Xilu River, and flowed leisurely over the castle of Kyoto. There seems to be no ripple with the traces of time.

The verdant weeping willows reveal the breath of early spring, and it is really a good weather whether it is warm or cold. Kyoto's northern effect Aoishi-gun, which has a metallic glow, is like a mirage in the mist. Standing on the edge of a mountain surrounded on all sides. ...

From all sides, there is a huge building towering in the middle of Aoshi County. The landmark-like structure sits north and faces south, bathed in sunlight and shimmering like metal. In the middle of the gilded gate hangs a rosewood plaque with the inscription: Listening to the Dragon Pavilion. Although the handwriting is not very good, the teeth and claws are like waves. But arrogant and domineering. It can be seen that the person who writes the pen is arrogant and domineering.

A ray of sunshine with the temperature of spring sprinkled on the sandalwood tabletop, which was full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The old man was dressed in a narrow waist jacket embroidered with light ink and gold, squinting his eyes slightly, and hanging his wrist on a piece of rice paper. A flowing white beard swayed from side to side as the pen went.

"Father-in-law Zhai's words are beautiful and vigorous, and the strength penetrates the back of the paper, like a stroke of genius. Beside him, a man wearing a red, blue, gold and green double-ring quadrangle robe, with clear eyebrows, couldn't help but lean over and praise.

"Hahahaha......" Grandpa Zhai laughed so that the wrinkles on his face were like ravines, and the corners of his eyes showed a hint of pride. With a big stroke of the pen in his hand, "There is a tiger in my heart, and I sniff the rose." "Eight vigorous and powerful wild grasses have leapt onto the page. "Then tell me, who is both eloquent and scheming in today's Dayue court? . ”

"There is a tiger in the heart, and the roses are sniffed. The man silently stared at the calligraphy that had not yet dried the ink, pondered it carefully, and couldn't help but be startled, and a cool breath started from his heels and continued to cool his back.

At present, the national crisis is at hand, internal and external troubles and wars are continuous, and the princes are out of control and barbaric invasion. The power of the Huainan king is high, and there are 40,000 elite Tianyu troops under Moxia, and even the Tingwei Mansion has a secret eyeliner. Don't look at this old guy in front of him as just a eunuch in the palace, but he is a man with a deep haze and a deep city, and his strength should not be underestimated. Now pretend to be a dance and ink. In fact, no one can guess what is going on in their hearts. It is a fierce tiger, and sooner or later it will show its bloodthirsty nature. It's just that now it's a good way to hide the sharp minions. The peeper's dark eyes cut into Du Cheng's mind again like a knife, and it was a face with no expression, ghostly flashing in the dark. Father-in-law Zhai has many protégés, but only this mask face has never been seen before. Did he make a mistake in his actions a few days ago and attracted the attention of the old fox?

"Du Cheng, what's wrong?" The old man in front of him smiled, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles. It looks like an ordinary old man.

"Oh," Du Cheng was stunned, came back to his senses and pondered for a while, and said, "Xiaosheng is thinking, this court is indeed full of talents. If the paper is eloquent, it should be a book. But..."

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Gong Zhai twisted his beard and looked at Du Cheng. Maybe the sun on the other side was too harsh, and the eyes narrowed into a thin line. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes tightened, and there was a hint of imperceptible edge in his eyes, which was immediately covered by a hearty laugh: "There is no need to be taboo, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"At that time, the southbound goods trade was originally supervised by Guanglu Siqing, and the waterway of the southern barbarians had already been arranged. It may be that there was a mistake in the customs clearance papers, and more than 30 truckloads of hides and yams were seized at Lujiang Wharf. Since the Lujiang River leads directly to the capital of Nankaizhou, if you take the land route, you will go around the foothills. The contract deadline has passed to the place, too. Guanglu Siqing hurriedly sent someone to negotiate, but the southern barbarians were very reluctant to advance a single tendon, oil and salt. In the end, it was the adults who showed that they were settled. The exact method used is unknown, and he was still a small official at the time. ”

When Du Cheng walked out of the gate, there was still a whisper in his ears: "Stay away from this person, don't have deep friendships." Du Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking that a high-ranking official in the court and a person in the rivers and lakes were already not as good as the river water. Where did there be so many intersections, how can we talk about deep friendships? This old fox is also too worried. But many years later, this sentence became a prophecy.

The sun is on three poles, and it is the most lively time on Anning Street. The traffic is busy and the voices are boiling. Not only because this place is located in the middle of Qingzhou City, it is a distribution center for more than a dozen goods. It is also a place where officials and rich people gather, and the mansion next to the back is the residence of the king of Huainan, although the king of Huainan usually lives in a simple place and does not come back often, but it does not affect his dependents' family to buy and collect rent, and operate and trade. Vendors walking the streets and alleys, selling cloth, crude medicine, rouge, new tea, melons, fruits and vegetables, and all kinds of business shops, are dazzling. Among them, there are many beautiful and beautiful ladies, and the suave sons of wealthy families are strolling along the street with umbrellas and fans.

When night fell, Du Cheng drank a few glasses of wine with his friends in the wine shop, and walked back with three points of drunkenness.

Du Cheng's carriage was near the entrance of the alley, and he had just walked a few steps. It seemed as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him behind him all the time. But unlike the snoopers under Gonggong Zhai, Du Cheng, who was going to take the car back to his house, suddenly changed his mind and instructed the coachman to go around the path. The walls of Qingzhou are high and the alleys are deep. I turned seven or eight side streets and entered a long cold street. The road was empty and there was not half a human figure.

After less than half a pillar of incense, an emaciated figure floated in. The person who came was snow-white, with a white robe with wide sleeves, a white cloak covering his head, and a white scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes with a cold and lustrous temperament.

"Who's coming, and why are you following them?" Du Cheng's wine was blown by the cold wind, and he woke up a long time ago, and stopped the road and shouted.

The young man paused for a moment, not nervous, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Sheng Evil Xiao Qi, entrusted by his father to come to Lord Du. ”

Du Cheng's eyes flashed in the dim light, and he nodded and lowered his voice: "It turned out to be the son of the evil big brother, come into the car and talk about it." ”

With the crisp sound of horses' hooves, the carriage soon disappeared into the darkness of the night.

"Today, I happened to go to Zhai's Mansion and learned the calligraphy of Zhai's father-in-law. The candle flame flickered, and the half-light and half-darkness shrouded Du Cheng's face in a haze.

Evil Xiaoqi had long heard that this person was thoughtful and thoughtful, and he had served as a forward officer under the command of the King of Huainan, and he had made a lot of achievements. I thought he was a very old martial artist, but when I met, I found that Du Cheng looked dignified, especially when he looked at people, his eyes were extremely sharp.

Du Cheng seemed to think of something, with a faint confusion and a trace of almost invisible cruelty, and said with a smile: "It's a tiger, you have to wake up." He sat cross-legged on the futon, looked at the evil Xiaoqi and said, "Your big brother has already explained in the letter that the crime of kidnapping the family of an official is not small. ”

"Daddy knew that Lord Du was chivalrous and powerful, so he specially instructed Xiao Sheng to implore Lord Du for guidance. Evil Xiao Qi's eyes showed a clear light shadow: "Xiao Qi still needs to ask the adults to send troops to encircle and suppress the mountain bandits." Rescue Xiaoyang. ”

Du Cheng paused for a moment, a little surprised. These aspects are not recorded in the letter, and there is no title at all. If he comes forward to deal with the punishment department, maybe Evil Xiaoqi can come out after just a few days in prison. Who knows that this evil Xiaoqi's requirements are not low, you must know that although these mountain bandits are just a rabble. However, they lived in the mountains, and the local officers and soldiers repeatedly encircled and suppressed without success. In these extraordinary times, how can there be soldiers to be sent.

"My father mentioned that Master Du has great powers and a wide range of contacts. There must be a way. As long as Xiao Yang can be rescued, Evil Xiao Qi is willing to exchange his life. Seeing that Du Cheng was a little hesitant, Evil Xiaoqi hurriedly said.

"Du someone did his best, think about the past. Du Cheng's family wandered into the rivers and lakes and almost fell into the grass, thanks to the help of the evil brother, only to enter Beijing to gain fame and fame, and put into the Huainan Wang's door, it seems that in the world, all the fate and chance, there are many unspeakable fate. It is inseparable from the help of nobles. ”

"Right now, you have violated the laws of the imperial court, as long as I go to the Criminal Department to investigate, I believe it is not a big problem. But if you need the imperial court to send troops to encircle and suppress the mountain bandits. But it's harder than climbing to the sky. Du Cheng looked directly at Evil Xiaoqi, looking at an unknown light flashing in his dark eyes: "Maybe only when you enter the battlefield and perform miraculous feats, can a miracle happen." ”

"Thank you, Lord Du, for showing Xiao Qi the way out. Evil Xiaoqi got up to avoid the table and bowed, as long as there is a glimmer of life, even if the road ahead is bleak, he must not lose the courage to survive.

"However, not every prisoner who was exempted from the battlefield would return alive, and the first prisoners were to charge into battle as the first group of samurai. If you're lucky, you might be able to survive the enemy. However, there are very few leftovers of the second batch. Du Cheng's eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to have returned to that distant era of bloody wind and rain: "That year, there was a battle in Luodang Mountain, and blood flowed like rivers and corpses all over the field. The mountains were all over the field, densely packed, all of them were the corpses of horses and men, overlapping each other, and the grass was not visible, and the day and night had passed, and the murmuring river still had strips of blood. When the last time the number of people was counted, it was realized that there were 5,000 dead souls in hell. The battlefield is so tragic that no one who has experienced it can never imagine it. ”

"As long as I can save Xiaoyang, I don't care. Evil Xiaoqi's pupils constricted, and he seemed to smell the strong smell of blood on the battlefield.

"Even if you don't die in two charges, your chances of survival are even slimmer. It's also more brutal. Du Cheng's eyes looked at the lonely lights outside the window, and in the distance there were all the night that suddenly stopped and continued to extend.

"Xiao Qi would rather die a heroic death. Evil Xiaoqi gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"Challenge and defeat the five dead and get a chance to kill the enemy, if you don't die. There's another chance until you can kill the opposing general. Du Cheng said lightly: "I will prepare tokens and horses for you, there is never a shortage of dead soldiers in the ranks of the King of Huainan." In the next sentence, Du Cheng didn't remind Evil Xiaoqi, but I want to believe that he has understood: no matter how much a person like him dies, no one will have heartache.

... Evil Little Seven rode his horse and galloped in the west wind, and when the storm blew through the sand dunes and rolled up the yellow sand, there would be a faint sound of the piano in the wind. The low and rich sound of the guqin seems to come from a distant and eternal place, and the moving melody slowly pours out with the flow of her white jade fingertips, slow and graceful but majestic. In the distant sky, the clouds walked fast, and a woman's graceful figure was outlined in a trance, standing in the light and shadow.

The wind blew away the young man's black hair, and he couldn't blow away the lovesickness in his heart, but there was a drop of crystal in the corner of the evil Xiaoqi's eyes, which slowly slid down along the delicate and handsome cheeks.