There are 12 peaks in the west mountain, seven in the south and five in the north, and in the middle is the valley that converges into the Zhejiang River.

One of the seven peaks in the south of the West Mountain, at this time, tens of thousands of Yulin guards surrounded this peak, not only the Yulin guards, but also some of the light men in Lijing were also sent here to monitor the wind and grass on the peak.

The west wind blew on the branches of the peak, and on the thick branches, the red sleeves clasped her hands on her chest, even though the treetops were shaking with the wind, but her feet seemed to take root, and she firmly grasped the thick branch.

Shi Qingyi leaned against a piece of bluestone, with the wind on his back, and was eating a blue-red wild fruit with relish, the fruit in the mountain was a little sour, but he tasted it very carefully.

"How do you go next?" Jiang Zixian walked over with a wine jug, leaned against the bluestone, and asked with a sip of wine.

"Let's go?" Shi Qingyi looked up at the sky, there were pale white clouds floating in the blue sky, and said with a smile, "Don't go first, wait a few days." ”

Jiang Zixian smiled slightly when he heard this, and left with the wine jug, humming a little song as he walked, as if the besiegers under the mountain did not exist at all.

Under a sheltered slope, Shi Mu and Shi Yuezhu were eating snacks, and the two guards were inseparable from each other.

Jiang Zixian walked over with a wine jug, and when he saw the sleeping baby in Shi Mu's arms, he raised his eyebrows, quickly stretched out his hand, clasped his thumb and middle finger together, and flicked it lightly towards the baby's nose...... Syllable!!

"Wow...... Wow......" The baby's loud cry resounded throughout the peak, and Shi Mu, who was holding the baby, suddenly glared at Jiang Zixian, and Jiang Zixian ran away with a smile.

"Why is Uncle Shi so happy?" Red Sleeves stood on the tree for a while, and found that the soldiers under the mountain had no intention of entering the mountain, so he jumped down from the tree, and happened to meet Jiang Zixian, who had just escaped after doing bad things.

"Red-sleeved nephew?"

Jiang Zixian was taken aback when he saw a person jumping down from the tree at first, and when he found out that it was his nephew, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his hand and said, "It's okay, Uncle Shi just thinks that this trip down the mountain is worth it." ”

"Is that so?" Red Sleeves raised her eyebrows, but she didn't pursue this issue too much, but snatched the wine jug from her uncle's hand, raised her head and took two sips, and then wiped her mouth casually.

"Drink less!" Seeing this, Jiang Zixian hurriedly snatched the wine jug back, shook it from his ear, and then said to Red Sleeves with a dark face, "When we escaped, Uncle Shi and I brought this pot of wine, I have been reluctant to drink it, but now it's good, you drank more than half of it in one gulp!"

"Isn't it just a pot of wine, and when you get out, my nephew will buy you a wine cellar so that you can drink enough!" said with a grin.

"Hehe~" Jiang Zixian looked at his nephew, smiled a little helplessly, and sighed, "If you want to escape, how difficult is it!"

"Why is this?" Red Sleeves was stunned when he heard this, and asked puzzledly, "Isn't the Son of Heaven in our hands?" Empress Dowager Zhao also let it go, do they still dare to kill the king?"

"This is a stalemate...... Jiang Zixian knew that his master and nephew might be a little clever in small things, but he lacked insight in big things, so he asked, "Do you know why we didn't take the official road to cross the West Mountain, but instead climbed this mountain?"

"Why?" Red Sleeves knew his uncle's temperament, so he put his hands on his chest, leaned his back against the trunk, and asked very cooperatively.

"Although Empress Dowager Zhao colluded with the courtiers, tampered with the edict, and imprisoned the former prince, after listening to the government, she and Huang Ping did not do anything that really harmed the country and the people, so the people can only say that they have grievances against the two, and they can't be regarded as hateful!"

Jiang Zixian regained his original momentum of directing the country in the Shifu at this time, and said slowly.

"Shi Gong's actions, although in the name of the Qing monarch's side, but the people of the world do not return to their hearts, because the people of the world have no grudge against Zhao and Huang. But if we bring the Son of Heaven back to Guangyuan County, it will be different! If Shi Gong welcomes the Son of Heaven into Guangyuan, then no matter how the people of the world look at it, the righteousness is in the hands of Shi Gong, and Zhao and Huang will inevitably fall into a place of no return!"

"Listen to what Uncle Shi means, Empress Dowager Zhao will not let the Son of Heaven fall into the hands of Shi Gong no matter what, is it ......" After listening to his uncle's explanation, Red Sleeves seemed to understand something.

"Yes! If we really take the Son of Heaven out of the West Mountain from the official road, then on the day we leave the mountain, the Empress Dowager Zhao will definitely leave us behind at any cost......! Kill the king!"

After hearing Jiang Zixian slowly spit out the last two words, Red Sleeves suddenly gasped and muttered, "They...... How dare you?"

"Why don't you dare!" Jiang Zixian said with a smile, "When the time comes, the army will come up without saying anything, if we kill the Son of Heaven, then we will be hacked to death as thieves who kill the king, if we don't kill the Son of Heaven, wouldn't it just follow their wishes?

"In that case, why hasn't the army stormed now?" Redsleeves asked.

"This is the art of attacking the heart. Jiang Zixian replied, "Now we have no intention of leaving Xishan, everyone is surrounded by the Praetorian Guards, it can be said that it is difficult to fly, which makes Empress Dowager Zhao and others a little lucky, they feel that there is still a chance now, maybe they can find a way to get the best of both worlds, they don't have to fight to break the net, after all, the death of the Son of Heaven is not worth the loss for them!"

"Oh! What a trouble, can't we return the Son of Heaven?" said Red Sleeves, feeling a mess in his head, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Go back?" Jiang Zixian glanced at his nephew with the eyes of an idiot, and said with a smile, "Do you think everyone is as good at hiding as you? Without the life-saving talisman of the Son of Heaven, people like Uncle Shi and Mrs. Shi, who are not skilled in martial arts, will be caught up by the army in less than three moments!"

"What should we do now?" asked Redsleeves anxiously, "Not yet, not yet!" Are we just waiting on this mountain?"

"Uncle Shi has already said that this is a stalemate! From the beginning!" Jiang Zixian sighed and said, "You are right, now we can only wait on this mountain, maybe ......"

Jiang Zixian's eyes were a little fluttering when he said this, and he remembered Shi Qingyi's eyes, those eyes that were like ancient wells under the moon, it seemed that nothing could make a trace of waves in these eyes.

"Maybe what?" Red Sleeves couldn't help but ask when he saw that his uncle was about to speak.

"Perhaps, he can find a way out!"

Jiang Zixian turned his head, as far as his eyes could see, a young man was leaning on a stone and gnawing wild fruits, the wind blew up the dead leaves, but did not make the slightest sound, everything was so quiet, it seemed that where the young man was, it was the same.