Yan Wuji's feet were steady, even if he was carrying a strong man like Feng Jiayi on his back, he also left Ning Jia'er and Ai Kexun far behind, and when they arrived at the city gate again, they had not yet arrived, and the guards saw that the prince was seriously injured, how dare they stop him, and hurriedly let them in, and the two of them were finally fortunate to have a glimpse of the true face of Lushan in Taihe City.

Taihe City was originally the capital of a city called the "Heman Tribe" that lived here, and the previous edict of Nanzhao, Pi Luoge, unified the six edicts with the help of the Tang Dynasty, and then conquered dozens of nearby tribes, large and small, and the "Heman Tribe" was also among them.

The territory of the Nanzhao Kingdom expanded to the north for thousands of miles, reached the peak for a while, the original capital was too close to the south, no longer conducive to rule, Pi Luo Pavilion looked at the whole territory, found that this is not only the center of the border, but also very dangerous, moved the capital here in the twenty-seventh year of Kaiyuan.

Later, not long after, Pi Luo Ge died of illness, and the throne passed to his adopted son, that is, the current Nanzhao King Ge Luofeng, after Ge Luofeng succeeded to the throne, he built on the basis of the original Taihe City, which has what it is today.

The edicts of the Southern Zhao Dynasty all revered the culture of the Tang Dynasty, but saw that the street layout in the city has a lot of shadows of Tang Dynasty buildings, the bazaar, the private houses, the military camp are divided into columns, each has its own location, the palace is built on the hillside in the west of the city, the terrain is the highest, and the general situation in the city can be seen at a glance.

Under the guidance of Feng Jiayi, the two of them went straight to the palace, and he said that there was the best Langzhong in Nanzhao here.

The best Langzhong in the prince's mouth is none other than his second grandfather - Yan Ge, Yan Pavilion is also called Meng Chongyi, when he followed his brother Pi Luo Ge to pacify the six edicts, Emperor Xuanzong gave the two brothers the names Meng Guiyi and Meng Chongyi respectively.

Meng Chongyi is the first master of Nanzhao Kingdom, the leader of Shelong Pavilion, at this time he was reading in the room, only to hear the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, immediately got up to see what was going on, before he arrived at the door, "clang", the door was pushed open by someone, and he looked at two teenagers wearing Hanfu.

Since the fall out between Nanzhao and Datang last year, Meng Chongyi has always been active in the main battle, and now he has no good impression of the Tang people, and he saw his grandson lying on his back indefinitely, dying, and suddenly became angry.

He spoke Chinese, which he was not very proficient in, and shouted, "What's wrong with my grandson? Did you hurt him?"

"Don't get me wrong, old man, your prince was ambushed in the woods, and my two brothers happened to pass by and rescued him. ”

Although the old man in front of him was short and thin, when he stood in front of Yan Wuji, a sense of oppression suddenly came to his face, a sense of oppression that only a master like the Seventh Son of the Sword Sect could have.

"Grandpa, don't embarrass them, it's... He... They saved me. "Feng Jiayi is still very weak.

Meng Chongyi looked at his grandson's wounds, and said secretly in his heart: "These two little guys are not simple, they actually know how to point the two acupoints of 'Quchi' and 'Shenmen', and their strength is just right. ”

Although he thought so in his heart, his complexion did not improve, and he still said calmly: "Put him on the bed in the inner sanctum." ”

Meng Chongyi carefully examined Feng Jiayi's wound again, and said: "What my grandson has is a relatively common snake venom, and it is not difficult to heal, you go out first, I will pull out the arrow and give him medicine." ”

As soon as he walked out of the door, Yan Wuzhi exhaled deeply, and Tianzong also said in a cold sweat: "Master! Absolute master! If he wants to kill me, I feel that I can't take ten moves." ”

Ten moves? Yan Tianzong is afraid that he is overestimating himself, the old man who fought with Zang Feng for hundreds of rounds in Chang'an City that day without being defeated is this person, as for why he appeared at Wang Quan's house half a year ago, this matter will not be mentioned for the time being.

The two of them are waiting outside to be bored, and it is not good to walk around, only to see a wooden pavilion at the corner of the bamboo corridor, so they want to sit down and rest their feet, to the pavilion, facing the east indefinitely, overlooking by the railing, the endless Erhai Lake in front of them is more and more bright and moving against the backdrop of the sunset, the Nanzhao people like to sing, the fishermen on the lake hum a crisp song and return with a full load, the moist evening breeze blows slowly, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

First from Chang'an to Chengdu, and then from Chengdu to Taihe City, for nearly a month, the two have been on the road, and now although they are in the palace of the enemy country, there is an indescribable serenity.

"The prince's wounds are healed, and the two sons are called over. An old servant who knew Chinese interrupted the comfort of the two of them, and then the two entered the inner hall under his leadership, but they did not see the short and thin old man just now.

"I owe you so much kindness, I don't know what to call them. Feng Jiayi was half-naked, and his injured arm was covered with gauze.

"We are disciples of the One Sword Sect and martial arts, my name is Yan Tianzong, and this is my senior brother Yan Wuji. ”

Coldly introducing Wuji to people is his senior brother, Tianzong feels weird, whether it is Rose or Wuji, the three of them call him by his name, and he is rarely called a senior brother.

Feng Jiayi suddenly said: "It turned out to be a chivalrous man of the First Sword Sect, no wonder there is such a martial art." I admire the Tang Kingdom very much, and I often go in and out of Shu, and I have heard people talk about the One Sword Sect many times. ”

He actually knew about the One Sword Sect, which Yan Wuqi and the others had never imagined.

"I heard Brother Tianzong say that he wanted to see my father, but I dare to ask what is the matter?"

As early as in the woods, Yan Tianzong said that he would ask him to be a guide and lead him into the city, Feng Jiayi didn't want to refuse, he felt in his heart that the two people in front of him didn't look like gangsters, and then he was stopped by his own guard leader Ai Kexun, so he gave up, and now that the two of them saved him again, he naturally couldn't trust him anymore.

While she was talking, Ning Jiaer changed into women's clothes and walked into the house to see his brother's injury.

The women's clothing of Nanzhao is more agile and beautiful than the Tang Dynasty, the difference in clothing is related to the character, the Central Plains women advocate generosity, and the dress also looks heavy, the Nanzhao girl is lively and active, and loves to wear red, white and other colorful clothing, and the Central Plains people pay attention to simplicity and simplicity, and do not like to hang those small objects that jingle the bell, but the Nanzhao girl likes to use all kinds of embroidery and tassels to dress herself.

Ning Jia'er smiled at the two of them first, turned to look at Feng Jiayi, and asked, "How is Brother?"

Feng Jia said: "I can't move my arms yet, but I can already walk on the ground, and nothing else is serious." Out of politeness, the brother and sister have been communicating in Chinese.

"I told my father what had happened in the afternoon, and he was going to set up a feast for the two heroes in the evening. Hearing her say this, Feng Jiayi laughed heartily: "Two brothers, it's okay now, you don't need my recommendation, you can also see my father." ”

Now that things are going so smoothly, the two of them are also very happy, and while they are chatting, on the other side of the palace, Meng Chongyi angrily walked towards an extremely magnificent palace, and many guards on the road were full of reverence, and they bowed to him one after another.

Meng Chongyi's status in Nanzhao is extremely high, he is not only the king's uncle but also the number one master in China, so he is naturally admired.

The Nanzhao Kingdom was humid and stuffy, whether it was the poor people or the nobles of the palace, the houses they lived in were two-storey, the ground floor was empty, and the second floor was the bedroom and hall.

Meng Chongyi stopped in front of a step, and without waiting for the guards to go to pass the news, he went up to the second floor, pushed the door and entered, only to see two people in the room, one of them was gorgeously dressed, the same as Meng Chongyi, short and thin, sitting on a bamboo chair with his legs crossed, and another person beside him dressed as a guard, muttering something to him.

Meng Chongyi came in so coldly, the two people in the room were shocked, and even though the guard stopped reporting, the gorgeously dressed man waved his hand and let the guard go down first, and then walked to Meng Chongyi's side, and bowed to say goodbye: "Why is Uncle here?" (The following two conversations are in Nanzhao dialect, and will not be repeated.) ）

"You did what Feng Jiayi did?" Meng Chongyi was not polite and asked directly.

"What?"

"You don't pretend to be garlic with me! How can I not know your thoughts? If you don't tell me the truth, I'll kill you now!" Meng Chongyi's face was gloomy.

The short and thin man could see that his uncle was not intimidating him, and whispered, "Yes... I did it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chongyi slapped him in the face, this slap was terrible, the man only felt that the left side of his face was as if he had been whipped by a rattan whip, it hurt hotly, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he knelt on the ground with a poof.

Kneeling in Nanzhao is an extremely rare gift.

"In the future, if you dare to make your own decisions without my permission, not only will I not help you again, but be careful of your life!" Meng Chongyi's words almost jumped out word for word.

The man said in fear, "Nephew doesn't dare! I just want to ......."

"Shut up!" Meng Chongyi slapped him on the right side of his face again, but this time the force was reduced a lot, after all, it was his own nephew, and he didn't want to kill him like this, no matter how angry he was.

"I don't care if you have an opinion about Ge Luofeng, if you want to be the king, I won't stop you, but you must not kill him, let alone harm his son! . After saying this, Meng Chongyi walked out of the door without looking back.

The Tang Dynasty has always regarded itself as the Celestial Empire, and has always had contempt for the small countries around it, and the Tang army in Yunnan often bullied the people of Nanzhao, which made Meng Chongyi very unhappy, he has always advocated a military counterattack, but now the king of Nanzhao, Ge Luofeng, is always ambiguous and hesitant.

Meng Chongyi didn't like his timid appearance, so he had the idea of setting up a new monarch, but he didn't want to do it too much, and Ge Luofeng was also his nephew.

Just after Meng Chongyi left, the man who had just been beaten was biting his teeth fiercely, his eyes leaking fierce light, and then he called in the guards again, and kept whispering something in his ear.