At the same time that Gu Xiao was still struggling to track down the disappearance of Chongyang pen in Hejiabao.

Qiyun Zhongzhou, Jianglin City, the rising morning light woke up this sleeping city, slightly dispelled the cold of the winter night, although the Yuan Day Festival passed, the atmosphere of the festival is still there, and the streets covered with light snow are gradually lively, and the people began to be busy after the festival.

The peddler kissed the sleeping baby, took the clothes from his wife, arranged the goods, and thought that he might sell more today, so that he could buy some clothes for his newborn child, and buy a hairpin for his wife, which he was reluctant to buy.

The merchants were shouting and instructing their subordinates to remove the door panels and prepare to welcome customers, hoping to take advantage of the festival to make more money;

Even the girls of the Qinglou, when sending the guests out of the house, did not forget to gently shake the willow waist to attract the few hurried passers-by...

Fan Mansion, the subordinates are busy sorting out the official hat of the court uniform for the master.

"Master, this Yuan Day Festival has passed, and it has not yet reached the time to enter the palace, why did the saint descend again and let hundreds of officials accompany him, but it is bitter for the master." Steward Wang is not there, Steward Wang has become a celebrity in front of the master, just looking forward to seizing this rare opportunity, in front of the lord to show himself more, maybe when the old Wang comes back, he has replaced his position in the Fan Mansion, taking advantage of this opportunity, Steward Wang did not forget to care about his own master.

Under the official hat, the old man has a thin face, high cheekbones, and slender eyes, but a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and three strands of white long beard under his chin reflect his age, hearing Steward Wang speak, Fan Mou, who was still recuperating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Steward Wang in front of him.

Lao Wang suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, slapped himself a few times, and slapped himself a few times until his cheeks were red and swollen, "Master, look at my mouth, I am looking at the master for our Qiyun all year round, it is rare to cultivate for a few days, and today I have to work hard to go outside the city... That's why I lost my words, and I hope that the lord will forgive me..."

Fan Mou saw Lao Wang's panicked appearance, calmly withdrew his gaze, and after signaling Lao Wang to stop, he closed his eyes and said, "Lao Wang, in addition to Steward Wang, you are also an old man who follows me, what year did you come?" ”

Lao Wang heard the old man mention the past, and recalled: "Back to the old man's words, it was eighteen years ago, when the Southern Tang Dynasty committed rebellion and raised troops... The old man saved the villain's family of five, and since then, the villain has followed the master. ”

"Yes, after so many years, you and I are the same, and we have never been confused." Fan Mou sighed, closing his eyes and meditating as if he was reminiscing about the past.

Steward Wang didn't know why the old man was so emotional today, and the two of them were like two people who were calling for wind and rain in the court on weekdays, so they had to stand cramped in place, at a loss.

When the people saw Steward Wang like this, they were also doubly careful, with red clothes and red clothes, a large scarlet belt, a jade belt to tie the waist, a brocade ribbon and jade pendant, and silk socks and leather shoes, which had been cleaned up in a short time. Fan Mou stroked his long beard lightly, waved his hand and signaled everyone to retreat, and Steward Wang hurriedly bowed down as if he had been pardoned.

When there was no one in this room, and the lights were dim, there was a person under the tent behind Fan Mou, with a long jade face, brocade clothes, and a warm smile on his lips, but under the flickering lights, it made people feel cold, who was Zong Shenxing who was not a pseudonym Yang Zijun.

Fan Mou looked back, and saw that it was the lord, and he was busy lifting his official robe, and he was about to kneel, and before he would bow down, he was held up by Zong Shenxing, and the firelight illuminated his eyes, and the flashing light made the dignified Qi Yunyou not dare to look directly.

"Lord." Fan Mou bowed his head and spoke respectfully.

"Second uncle, didn't I say that in your mansion, no matter when, you just call me a nephew or a gentleman, and I call you the second uncle, don't forget it." Zong Shenxing tidied up the official robe for Fan Mou and spoke.

"Lord... The second uncle wrote it down. Fan Mou bowed.

Zong Shenxing smiled, and did not mention Fan Mou again, but asked: "Isn't the Yuan Ri Festival over, why did Qi Shao summon you to the palace." ”

"Back... Not to summon me to the palace, but... Call me out of the city. Fan Mou replied.

Zong Shenxing's lips smiled even more, and he said curiously: "I don't understand a little, you emperor, what are you going to do when you take you out of the city in this cold winter season." ”

"Welcome someone."

"Oh? Who can let your emperor go out of the city with a hundred officials to greet you. ”

Fan Mou finally straightened up, raised his head and looked out the window to the northeast, this dignified Qi Yun right minister, his eyebrows and eyes were full of fear, the rising morning sun had gradually climbed up the window lattice, still unable to sweep away the chill in Fan Mou's eyes, only to listen to him slowly speak.

"Qi Yunzuo Prime Minister Xiao Yushen."

Hearing this name, the smile that Zong Shenxing had been hanging on his lips seemed to be slowly smoothed out with his hands, not because he was frightened by this name, but because this name had appeared in his father's mouth more than once.

The strategist who claimed to be a last resort, the one who had assisted Qi Yuan, who was still the Marquis of Yun, and won the praise of Emperor Zhao for returning to the Zhao family, the strategist who could reach a million soldiers by one person, the emperor who taught the "non-returning general" and the current Emperor Qi Yun with his own hands, has returned.

In just a moment, the corners of Zong Shenxing's mouth curled up again, and his eyes bloomed with incomparable brilliance, even the rising morning light seemed to be covered by the light in his eyes, and he suddenly got up, clenched his fists, and tried to suppress the excitement in his heart, Zong Shenxing has never been so excited in his heart since he infiltrated Qi Yun, and said with a smile.

"I want to see him."

As soon as these words came out, Rao was Fan Mou, who had been in the temple for many years, couldn't help but be shocked, panic flashed in his long and narrow eyes, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade: "The Lord can't, this Xiao Yushen is not only unparalleled in wisdom, but also the art of observing people is not under his wisdom, the heroism of the Lord is like the sun is flourishing, I am afraid that he will see through his identity..."

Xu was persuaded by Fan Mou, or Zong Shenxing consciously lost his temper, when Fan Mou's words fell, he looked at his young master again, he had already recovered his previous hidden look, and the excited look on his face also changed back to an indifferent smile.

I saw Zong Shenxing bowing to Fan Mou and saying, "My nephew respectfully follows the teachings of the second uncle." ”

Seeing his master like this, Fan Mou showed a slight panic on his face, and was about to raise his hand to help, but he heard outside the door of the study, Steward Wang whispered: "Master, the carriage and horses are ready, and you can go." ”

Raised to the middle of the air, then put it down, Fan Mou didn't dare to look at it, but in his heart he had already re-examined his master a few times, it turned out that he had already noticed that someone was coming from outside the hospital, so he made this gesture, this ear force, this kind of strain, it is really not simple, it seems that he didn't look at the wrong person... Thinking of this, Fan Mou straightened his waist and said in a deep voice towards the door: "I know, let's go." ”

Hearing the sound of walking away quickly outside the door, Fan Mou was about to raise his hand to help, but saw the master take a step back and said loudly: "Second uncle, go, nephew is waiting for the second uncle to return at home." ”

Seeing this, Fan Mou was silent for a moment, frowned, and then stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Okay, if Jun'er has any needs, just tell the people in the family, and when I return from driving, it's not too late to talk to Jun'er." ”

Zong Shenxing bowed and said, "Congratulations to the second uncle." ”

When Fan Mou heard this, he shook his official robe, and then opened the door and left, and someone outside the courtyard had already greeted him, went out of the house and entered the sedan chair, lifted the sedan curtain, looked back at the mansion for a moment, laughed at himself, and said to himself in a low voice: "It seems that Xiao Lao is still thinking about me, and before anyone arrives, he wants to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger." ”

After finishing speaking, he put down the sedan curtain, and with the sound of the sedan car, Fan Mou was already looking east.

The master has no children, and the people in the house see that the lord loves this "nephew" very much, and the son always has a faint smile on his face, and he treats the people in the house very politely, without any srest, until one day, several little maids who admired the son, jokingly bet, and the little maid who lost went to peep at the son according to the gambling contract, but never returned, and there was no news of her, and up and down the house, but no one mentioned the disappearance of the maid.

In this matter, no one dared to approach this scholar-like son, the old man went out of the house, and after a while, in this small courtyard, only Zong Shenxing was left alone.

It wasn't until there was no one in this courtyard that Zong Shenxing straightened up, stretched his waist, returned to the study, stretched out his fingers and probed the body of the pot, the remaining temperature of the boiling water was still there, smiled, took the pot and took the cup, and was about to pour tea for himself, but smelled the strong wind behind him.

The posture of pouring tea stopped, and several big points around his body were blown by the internal force wrapped in the strong wind, and Zong Shenxing stood on the spot, his face was already full of horror.

was hit by the acupoint, the hand was no longer able to hold the teapot, seeing that the handle was about to slip off the fingertips, an ordinary iron sword appeared, a flick, a pick, the teapot was like a maid's Qianqianyu hand lightly, fell on the table, even the tea in the pot did not appear a trace of shaking.

"I ask, you answer, a sentence is not true, take your head." A low voice came from behind him.

"Well... I will tell you so in the next. Zong Shenxing trembled and replied.

"Where is Fan Mou?" He asked again in a deep voice.

"Already... He has gone out of the house. Zong Shenxing hurriedly replied.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that a long sword was already on his neck, Zong Shenxing glanced slightly, although he couldn't see anyone coming, but he could clearly see the long sword that threatened him, the sword was very ordinary, not iron, nor gold, silver and jade ornaments, and it could be bought for hundreds of dollars in the blacksmith shops in the city all over the land of China.

"Is it the truth?" He asked again in a deep voice.

"The villain doesn't dare to coax." Zong Shenxing replied tremblingly.

After answering this question, Zong Shenxing felt that the sharpness on the side of his neck disappeared, and the low voice behind him dissipated without a trace, and after a stick of incense, he found that the person seemed to have really left, and ordinary people were hit by the acupoint for at least one or two hours and couldn't move, but Zong Shenxing suddenly moved, there was no more frightened look on his face, and his smile resurfaced, and he moved his hands and feet that were stiff due to the disguise of Shicai, and muttered: "Qi Yun is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."

After speaking, he picked up the teapot and walked towards the back hall by himself.

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The winter cold wind rolled up the snow curtain smoke and dust, with Qi Yunwei ten people in a team, the four teams worked hard together, only to slowly open the four-way heavy city gate, the winter wind with the snow like a knife, drilled into the city gate road, slapped on the face of the gatekeeper, but still did not change the look of anxiety on the face of the general.

"Hurry up, today is a big day, if it's delayed, our heads will have to move." The goalkeeper frowned and urged.

When Qi Yunwei heard this, they all used all their strength, and with the loud sound of the city gate rubbing against the ground, they finally opened the city gate completely.

"Okay, don't rest, hurry up and line up, and be refreshed for a while." The general shouted.

On weekdays, the generals treat these brothers very well, but today they have changed their normality, so strict, an excellent Qi Yunwei who is with the generals on weekdays leaned in and said: "Boss, what the hell is going on..."

The general looked at his little brother with a hippie smile, glanced helplessly, lowered his voice and said, "Today, the Holy Lord is coming to the east gate." ”

This Qi Yunwei was surprised: "How could the Holy One... What kind of person..."

The general stretched out his hand and patted Qi Yunwei's hat and helmet vigorously, signaling this Qi Yunwei to silence, and then looked at the city behind him, and saw that there was no one around, signaled Qi Yunwei to come closer, and whispered in his ear.

"Xiao Xiang returns to Jiang Lin today."

Some people died, but not completely......