Retrieving Tang Xing's body and returning to his hometown for burial in the Central Plains was pushed to the forefront of public opinion, and became the desire of the people and the expectations of the people.

However, that day was full of silence, and all the officials lowered their heads, for fear that this errand would fall on their heads.

Don't look at how you are indignant on the surface, but in fact, everyone knows in the dark that this is an errand that is almost equivalent to death, going deep into the enemy's base camp and begging with Galmore is tantamount to beating a dog with a meat bun, and it is difficult to say whether you can return or not.

Just when the above was at a loss and forced to forcibly order troops, the old minister Rong in the prison brought out a letter of request and was willing to take the order.

After relieving the siege of the heavenly family, all the officials escaped, and naturally they were all happy, welcoming Rong Wei out like a hero, and giving the emperor an order on the spot, worshipping the lord of the Marquis of Xuan'en, and beating gongs and drums to bid farewell.

Shang said: Xu Qing made meritorious service for his crimes. If the body of the general is recovered, he will be pardoned and not guilty, and he will have meritorious service to the country, and he will enjoy peace and glory for a lifetime.

On the same day, Zhao Xiche, the fifth prince who had just been given the marriage of the Yang family, cut his hair and refused to marry.

It is said that a handful of black hair was cut off without hesitation, and the saint and the queen were so angry that their liver and stomach hurt, and they didn't even have the strength to reprimand, so they could only send the voice to the imperial doctor.

The hair cutting ceremony, which originated in the army, is a gift for soldiers to swear not to break the enemy and not return before they go on the battlefield. The so-called cutting hair on behalf of the head, at that time, the bones were buried in yellow sand, and the family was buried in a bun to express comfort.

Later, it spread to the people, and the hair cutting ceremony became a kind of ceremony to express determination, after all, the substitutes for the head were cut off, and there was nothing to bet on.

So when the five princes cut their hair in the court, no one dared to reject the refusal to marry, even Yang Gong could only blow his beard and stare at him, and between the prince's life and his own face, he endured this breath.

In April, countless legends kicked off, the five princes refused to marry, and it was time for the Marquis of Xuan'en to go north.

On this day, when Rong Wei walked out of the city gate with the envoy's decree, it was so cold that it was terrible along the way, not to mention the people who sent it, the guards guarding the city saw him, thanked Dade in person, and rolled his eyes when he turned around.

"If you go, you won't be able to come back." The guards closed the gates behind him, sighing half-playfully and partially.

Boom, the excitement came to an abrupt end, Rong Wei looked back at the closed city gate, and then looked at the purple robe and gold belt on his body, which was especially out of place in the wilderness.

The name is right. He was sent as an envoy to Xuanenhou, but the people of the Western Zhou Dynasty were laughing behind their backs, this Xuanenhou was not a title, but a nickname.

Only the dead have nicknames. Yes, alone, in the memory of the Western Zhou Dynasty, he was a dead man when he came out of this door.

Rong Wei took off his wide and magnificent clothes, threw them on the side of the road, saluted with a stack on his back, a long knife in his hand, and sat on an old horse, which was all the things he had to go to the Longtan Tiger's Den.

Outside Shengjing City, the mountains and seas are endless, and the swordsman walks at the junction of heaven and earth, silent, and cocoon, and the sunset stretches the black silhouette and then lengthens it.

Baqiao. This is the first pass to go north and the last pass to get out of Beijing.

After the Baqiao, it enters Longxi, the camel bell rings the desert lonely smoke, enters the Baqiao, and comes to the Central Plains, the voice of the people is boiling and prosperous like weaving, the willow trees are planted all over the Ba, it is April such as the blue, so the West Zhou has a saying, send people but the Baqiao willow.

When the swordsman came to Baqiao, it was already the end of the hour, and he could see a bamboo mat under the willow tree, a pot of wine, and a young man, equally silent and cocoon.

He walked over, dismounted, and looked at the young man with his hair floating on his shoulders like a black satin curtain, and for a moment did not know what to say.

The young man took the flask from the bamboo mat, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to him, and before he could say anything, he poured it himself.

Rong Wei came back to his senses and wanted to worship: "I've seen the ...... of King Xian"

"I'm not a virtuous king for a long time, and you're not a great rebel in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, let alone ......" Zhao Xiche pulled him up and said lightly, "What's more, it's not the prince of the Heavenly Family who came to see you off today." ”

Rong Wei suddenly had a hint of panic. It's not a king, a minister, and it doesn't even matter if it's the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, so what?

Even though he is a famous swordsman and is not afraid of gods and Buddhas, this young man is sometimes much more courageous than himself.

Zhao Xiche looked at him directly, and his pupils were bright in the sunset: "I don't know if you woke up on the night of the prison robbery, did you hear the answer I gave to my father." ”

Rong Wei touched his nose, nodded, and shook his head again, that night was like in a dream, some things were too beautiful for him to be sure of.

"Is he your reason? Be. Mountains and rivers are at odds? Not. ”

Zhao Xiche replied, his voice was not loud, but every word smashed on the tip of the knifeman's heart, with a drunken feeling of dizziness, strange, he was a person who practiced martial arts and rarely drank.

Rong Wei was silent for a while, raised his head, and also looked directly at Zhao Xiche, for the first time, both sides did not have any hesitation or pretentious gaze, and each other understood what they didn't have to say.

You don't have to say that you know this heaven and earth, you don't have to say that you know this history, and you don't have to say that you know it, I know it, it's fine.

Zhao Xiche lifted the wine jug again, raised his head, poured the whole pot into his stomach, put down the pot, but his eyes were red, if this mission is the point of no return, no one will know better than him, a son of heaven.

There is no reason for the west out of Yangguan, and the most afraid is true, sending you to Baqiao Liu, and there is no reason in the world from now on.

Rong Wei didn't know what to say, even if he was holding a broken saber and could not cut anything, but when he went to the enemy's base camp alone, no one would know the danger better than him, a general.

However, he had a reason to gamble, clean, innocent, and he wanted to stand side by side with the sun in this way.

"In this case, please cherish it."

Zhao Xiche said for a long time, the wind blew his black hair, and the young man turned sideways to make way out.

Rong Wei nodded, got on the horse and left, the horse's hooves galloped half a mile away, and he galloped back with a snort, sure enough, Zhao Xiche was still in place, looking at the direction he left, and the sunset was drawn into a silhouette.

The man dismounted, walked back to the young man, and his eyes fell on the short hair flowing on his shoulders, and he cut his hair for the second time.

It's just three things, and this time, he's coming.

So the swordsman unsheathed his knife and knelt on one knee, which was the courtesy of a military general, and the supreme oath and allegiance as a swordsman-

"In Xia Rongwei, in this life, I am willing to be Wang Xiaowu's only minister."

The mountains are full of flowers, the spring willows are green, it is rare in the world to be sincere, I don't believe in April day.

At this time, in Shengjing City, Shen Yin felt that it was cold in April, and her hands and feet were cold.

"What are you going to do, kill me?!" Ruxiang also covered her mouth on the side and swallowed all the exclamations.

The two of them hid in the corner of the alley of the Shen Mansion, both wearing hoods on their faces, and a cart full of household belongings was parked next to them, which had moved out of their former home.

After Shen Gui went, the Tianji clan declined rapidly, the trees fell and scattered, the servants and relatives ran out, and the Hou Mansion of Gaomen Zhuhu couldn't afford to live, so Shen Yin and Liuxiang moved out, and lived in the forbidden military camp for their families.

At this moment, as soon as they cleared their homes and came out, they bumped into the bronze door of the ancestral hall wide open, and a smoking banquet was set out, and it was Shen Xi who was the east.

Shengjing, which was withered because of the war, suddenly appeared half a street of flowing water seats, playing gongs and drums, and red silk curtains, obviously carefully preparing the display scene for several days, which must be said to be abrupt and strange.

So the people quickly came over, and they were in a daze.