readx;? Chapter 2: Frost Blade (5)

These two men were very capable of doing things, and the next morning, before most of the soldiers got up, they hid Xiaofei in a wide double-pulled carriage and quietly left the barracks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for the beautiful maids who were temporarily borrowed from the nearby "House of Goodness" yesterday evening, they were ordered by Han Pu to continue to stay in the sleeping tent of the "Second Prince" and live with a dummy made of straw.

Shi Chonggui, the second emperor of the Later Jin Dynasty, although his words and deeds are not related to the word "Mingjun", but in the years of his reign, he attached great importance to the construction of roads and bridges, and rebuilt and strengthened the road that had never been taken care of by the government since the late Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the carriage loaded with Xiao Fei went quite smoothly, and it only took more than an hour to run for more than 60 miles, leaving the battlefield and the military camp far behind.

The ups and downs of the bumps under him made the young man slowly regain consciousness. Quietly opening his eyes through a slit, he saw himself locked up in a large room. There are rows of arm-thick balustrades that divide the room in two from the center. On the other side of the railing, there is a rather quaint low table. There was a scholar in a moon-white robe, kneeling on the side of the low table, holding a book in his hand, reading with relish!

"How could this house move?Who is that man?Why did he lock me up?" quietly moving his wrists and calves, he asked silently in his mind.

The flood of memories came over him, and his head tingled again. When he remembered it, he remembered very smoothly what had happened yesterday afternoon and evening. Because he refused to listen to the arrangements of Han Pu and others, he was first attracted by a bastard surnamed Guo with words, and then was knocked unconscious by the big boss Wu Ruofu. When I woke up for the first time, it was already evening.

Then he got up and tried to escape, but was clung to his thigh by several beautiful maidservants. Just when he was hesitating whether he should start beating a woman, it was the bastard surnamed Guo who rushed in with a large number of guards, pressed him on the bed, and couldn't help but pour a bowl of black and bitter medicinal juice!

Immediately after that, he lost consciousness and remained asleep until now. And the bastard surnamed Guo was sitting behind the low table opposite him at the moment, holding the scroll leisurely and reading.

"No, I'll have to find a way to escape. Otherwise, it will definitely not end well!" Listening to the movement outside, Ning Yanzhang secretly made up his mind.

There were no ropes and shackles on the hands and feet, and the moving house was supposed to be a horse-drawn carriage. There was a rare sound of horses' hooves outside the carriage, but it was not very dense, which indicated that the number of cavalry escorting them outside would not be too large. According to the occasional sound of water and birdsong through the sound of horses' hooves, this place should not be too far from the Yellow River. As long as you find an opportunity to escape outside the car, and then rush to the Yellow River and jump, with your own water nature, it is estimated that more than half of them will be able to escape from life.

"Okay, wake up, get up!, Your Highness, if you don't work hard, the boss will be sad!" When he was nervously deducing the escape plan in his mind, there was a low reminder from the bastard scholar in his ears. Full of kindness, but all his thoughts were split in two.

"I'm not Your Highness! You recognize the wrong person!" Ning Yanzhang turned over and sat up, denying it loudly. "I won't be at your mercy, you died of this heart as soon as possible!"

"Your Highness, what's the matter?" the bastard scholar smiled, covered the scroll, and placed his hand in a small corner. Then, he slowly stood up and made a long gesture at Ning Yanzhang across the fence, "Let's get to know each other again!" Ancestral home Hedong. Ask the strong man, since you are not His Royal Highness King Zheng, dare to ask the name of the honorable surname, where is the ancestral immortal residence?"

"This-?" A wave of tiredness struck again, causing Ning Yanzhang's eyes to turn black, and the big tendons at the corners of his forehead jumped suddenly. Since I am not the second prince, who am I? What is my surname and what is my name? Where do I come from, where do I live, and who are my parents?

These questions were recalled countless times by Li Tie, the fifth master, but he couldn't find the exact answers every time. In my memory, a certain paragraph was completely blank, whiter than the ground on a snowy day, leaving no trace of being a human being!

"Look, since you don't even know who you are, how can you prove that you are not His Royal Highness King Zheng?"

"I'm not, definitely not!" Ning Yanzhang desperately removed his eyes, refusing to continue to meet Guo Yunming's gaze. This person knows how to demons, and every time his eyes make contact with his eyes, he unconsciously wants to follow his tone. And if you admit it for the first time, you will be completely at the mercy of it in the future.

"It's useless to just deny it, you are always born by your father, right? You have to have a name, right? Then tell me, what is your surname?" Guo Yunming continued to ask in a very soft and seductive voice.

It was as if I had seen a mandala flower, slowly blooming in front of my eyes. Glamorous, enchanting, and with a strong fragrance, you can't help but reach out, pluck it, and hold it in your arms. Ning Yanzhang's right arm was raised, hanging in the air, and his five fingers opened and closed, "I, I must have been born by my father." I have a first name and last name. I, my surname is Shi, and I live in ........"

No, a cool breeze suddenly flooded into my mind, driving away the scent of the mandala without a trace.

"It doesn't matter who you don't remember, what your original surname is, it doesn't matter who your father and mother are, the important thing is that you don't forget to live hard and strive to be a hero who stands up to the sky!" The words of Ning Caichen, the second master, sounded in his ears, making his eyes quickly return to clarity.

The mandala flowers withered in an instant, and all the beauty and enchantment disappeared. What he could see most clearly at this moment was a few arm-thick iron fences, which kept him in a gorgeous room, like a goldfinch in a cage.

"You know how to do sorcery!" Decisively retracting his arm in mid-air, Ning Yanzhang shouted loudly!"Don't count what you said just now, you controlled me, you controlled me with witchcraft." My surname is Ning, and my name is Ning Yanzhang. He is the son of Ning Caichen, the second head of Wagang. As for the second prince of bullshit, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Really?" Seeing that he had failed again, Guo Yunming was not annoyed and angry this time. He smiled, turned around very calmly, and returned to the side of the low table. Stooped down and picked up a scroll, and walked back in four directions. "Take it, look at the person in the painting, don't be afraid, I don't know how to do witchcraft. There is no poison on the painting! When you finish the painting, you will understand that I did not mean to force you!"

"Who?" Ning Yanzhang hesitated to take the scroll and unfold it to take a look.

Through the daylight seeping through the window of the car, he saw a general on a tall horse, dressed in golden helmets and armor, surrounded by thousands of people, like a god descending from the earth.

Obviously, the artist is making a fool of himself, deliberately using some kind of technique to set off this person as extremely heroic. However, purely in terms of painting, the animation artist has reached the level of a master. With just a few simple lines, it outlines the scene of the triumphant return of General Jin Jia, admired by everyone. And the form of each facial feature is extremely expressive, as if there is a real soul hidden in the painting, which may come down from the paper at any time.

The eyebrows of the person in the painting are very thick, and the nose is slightly flattened, but it matches the melon seed face just right. Although the melon seed face grows on the man's body, it is slightly more than feminine. But combined with the figure of the tiger's back and the powerful arms of Kong Wu, in addition to being tall and mighty, it gives people a different kind of intimacy. People unconsciously want to be friends or colleagues with him, rather than just following him as a general.

"Do you see clearly? Who is he?" Guo Yunming didn't shake his feather fan that had lost his hair, but he looked a little more calm and free and easy that is unique to a scholar, standing beside the young man, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know, but..." Ning Yanzhang shook his head slowly, but his tone was full of hesitation. In addition to being cordial, the person in the painting gives him a very familiar feeling. It was as if they had met somewhere before, and had seen them many times, and the relationship between them was so close that they were almost connected by blood.

Suddenly, his heart shuddered, and he closed the scroll, and he raised his head and looked around in the carriage. Thick eyebrows are clumped above a slightly flattened nose.

"I have it here!" Guo Yunming took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve very timely and handed it over between the gaps in the two railings.

"Ahh On the surface of the polished bronze mirror, he saw a slightly flattened nose and a pair of thick black eyebrows. Although it is slightly out of shape because of obesity, the contour of the melon seed face is still there, and as long as it is thin, it will become distinct.

"Dang!" the bronze mirror in his hand fell to the ground. He quickly unfolded the scroll again, his gaze sweeping inch by inch from the paper. In the corner of the scroll, he saw several rows of small words, 'King Zheng asks for an re-entry into the triumphal map, and the minister Yan Ziming is ordered to paint as a memory, and Ding Chou is in November of the sixth year of Tianfu. (Note 1)

"No-!" slowly squatted down, hugged his head, and the young man Xiaofei let out a mournful cry from the depths of his soul and mouth.

King Zheng is the emperor Shi Zhonggui who was plundered by the Khitans, and he already knows this very well through repeated tossing and turning in recent times. In the sixth year of Tianfu, it was the year name of Emperor Shi Jingjiao, and he also understood it very well through the evil supplement some time ago. Zheng Wang Shi's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to him, he, he is not Shi Yanbao, who can he be?

"How is it, Your Highness, do you remember?" Guo Yunming's voice came from between the two iron railings again, like a mandala, exuding the fragrance of seductive flowers in the dark night. (Note 2)

Note 1: The reason why Shi Jingjiao passed on the throne to Shi Chonggui was that in addition to the young age of his own son, a big reason was that Shi Chonggui had shown some military talents. But he didn't expect that it was precisely because he believed in his military talent that Shi Chonggui decisively refused to continue to be Emperor Sun, and was finally defeated, captured by the Khitans, and the country was ruined.

Note 2: Mandala flower, safflower mandala, an ornamental plant. It can also be used to refine anesthetics, which is said to be the main ingredient of sweat medicine in history.

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