The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the water of the Biboting Lake reflects the moonlight scattered all over the ground, mottled and scattered.

"Come out, people are gone", Yang Ze took a sip of his wine glass, and said softly, at this time, if anyone was around, he must think that he had bumped into a ghost, and muttered to himself outside the empty pavilion.

The figure swayed, and a person fell from the thick old tree in his arms, it was none other than the owner of Lingyun Mountain Villa.

"Subordinates see young master", Qu Lingyun walked closer, bowed and saluted, dressed in a strong costume, and did not have the appearance of the rich man yesterday.

"The Murong family's guest qing has all been arranged?"

"En", a hint of surprise flashed in Qu Lingyun's eyes, and he replied cheerfully, his heart was still full of suspicion, "Could it be that Wushuang told him? But this time I went out, except for the housekeeper who had been friends with him, no one else knew, I don't know how this young master knew that he went out to save several loyal guests of the Murong family."

"Master Qu Zhuang, I know what you're thinking right now? Don't you think I know about you?

"The young master really has the legacy of the head of the family", Qu Lingyun's admiration in his heart arose spontaneously, and he said happily, no longer hiding it, of course, the bold spirit has not diminished back then.

He watched over the railing, and in the distance, several small boats sailed silently into the island in the middle of the lake under the cover of night.

"King Lu is lascivious and lustful on the surface, but he is shrewd in his bones, and he plays a foolish hand, otherwise Han Yin would not have let such an important Huizhou rest assured that he will take care of it. Over the years, he has been trying to eradicate the Murong family, in order to completely control Huizhou. And I know that he has extended his tentacles into the property of Lingyun Villa. The enemy of the enemy in this river and lake is a friend, I remember Luo Zi said that in addition to the defeat of King Tiefu in a hundred years, the more important point is people. Another nobleman in the country took a salary to seize the throne of the Khan, and finally made the vitality of the Tiefu Kingdom greatly damaged, this Huizhou Murong family is the first big family, once it collapses, the next target is Lingyun Villa".

"The three armies can't win the commandery, and the horsemen can't win the ambition, although I have always disdained the Confucian master Qiu Jun's full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but this sentence still makes sense", Qu Lingyun's slightly chubby body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

The east has already revealed the white of the fish's belly, and it is another night, and the two of them slowly return to the village one after the other.

On the way out of Huizhou, Yang Ze recalled that the banquet in the Lu Wangfu was finally in danger, just as Wei Zhongcheng expected to go to the banquet with great fanfare, even if he lent the three dares to King Lu, he did not dare to openly assassinate Yang Ze in front of the emperor, and the old woman Han Yao had already quietly mentioned that she had investigated in the palace.

Out of Huizhou all the way north is the boundary of Jingzhou, and the famous Wudang Mountain on the rivers and lakes is in Jingzhou.

Passing through the Zhugong Mountain of Huizhou and Jingzhou junction, the mountain is about seven or eight hundred meters high, the mountain is covered with bamboo forests, there are ten thousand hectares, proudly standing in the cold wind, the bamboo leaves rustle, lush and green, quite a bit of the artistic conception of Junqiu, the master of science of the Jixia School Palace, "Maots pine and bamboo cold sound". Since ancient times, Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum has been known as the spirit of righteousness by Confucianism.

The three carriages and horses walked slowly, and everyone admired the magnificent scene of thousands of bamboos towering into the clouds all around. The spring water in the bamboo forest tinkling, a low hill in front of them, over the hill they entered the boundary of Jingzhou, a gust of wind blew, the bamboo forest poles tilted against the wind.

Just as Yang Ze left Huizhou on the front foot, the south gate of Huizhou was wide open, and several guards guarding the city looked curiously at the carriage that was heading away, and the four horses and horses went south like the wind.

Naturally, on the carriage were the current emperor and the palm print eunuch Su Yu, and the two horsemen in strong suits outside the carriage were driving intently, and the official road was filled with dust.

The prefect Zhao Cai stood on the city tower, although the cold wind was a little biting, he was still sweaty, and he raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead. When I read the Confucian holy saying, "Those who follow the official to win the ambition", I still don't understand the reason for this, but at the moment I admire the five-body throw. The scholars of the Hanmen from the courtyard test, the will test, the township test, the palace trial in the hand of a brush through five levels and six generals, it is not an exaggeration to say that thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge. At the beginning, who didn't want to be an iron-clad capable minister, but the court situation was delicate and complicated, the surface was calm, and the undercurrent was surging, and the slightest carelessness would be a catastrophe. What's more, he is not a protégé of the Son of Heaven, if it weren't for this seven-point slippery and sophisticated, I am afraid that he would have been deposed by the officials.

"It's better to see than to hear", this underage emperor is not as weak and promiscuous as the rumors.

"Along the way, Sanzhou, do you really still believe that King Jing is right to abolish the eighteen policies of governing the country and the Tongding national policy? I think he is not using heavy codes to control chaos, but just fishing in troubled waters", as soon as these words came out, Su Yu felt even more panicked. Han Yin has a mature wisdom that does not match his age, and he has the courage to be arbitrary, and he is not inferior to Emperor Shizu.

Looking at the approaching Mangcang Mountain, Han Yin knocked on the carriage, and when he heard movement in the carriage, the two horsemen tightened the reins in their hands and stopped steadily.

A few autumn insects chirped lonely, and the leaves on the Mangcang Mountain that had not yet rotted were swirling and fluctuating with the cold wind. A pair of soapy green boots stepped on the withered grass and climbed the muddy mountain road, where new graves stood in the middle of the half-ruined villages, whimpering in the wind like a conjuring flag.

In Zhugong Mountain, everyone got off the horse to rest, and a four-year-old child was rummaging for stick insects under the bluestone, followed by a girl in yellow with a cold face. Yang Ze heard the demon sect fairy Han Yao say that this centipede-like centipede-like centipede has wings under the ribs when it is an adult, breathes and breathes, feeds on dew, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, but it contains highly poisonous, such as extracting the essence after refining and refining medicine, it is a rare tonic. Unexpectedly, he was accidentally beaten and eaten by this four-year-old doll born in the King Kong Realm.

"This may be what the world calls chance", Yang Ze calmly looked at the two people who walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. He was a little upset, I don't know if it was because of Liu Ruye's illness or the dozens of light horsemen who followed not far away, not far away, not slow, coming slowly, always a few miles apart, they were fast, the dozens of horses behind were also fast, and they were slow and the ones behind were slow, so they followed from Huizhou City to the foot of this Zhugong Mountain. He gently stepped on a thin bamboo and pressed it down, and the flexible thin bamboo was pressed against the ground under Yang Zedan's pressure, like a full open bowstring, full of strength and ready to go.

Huizhou lantern watching the battle, the white-clothed woman plum blossom Tianyan Jue and the chess saint one move six styles benefited Yang Ze a lot, although there is still no great progress in the way of the sword, the sword intent has been on a higher level, now it is not the same as in the past, those few hands of brilliant sword qi let Yang Ze learn five or six percent of the gourd painting scoop, of course, Wei Zhongcheng is indispensable to point out one or two by the side.

Along the way, Liu Ru has copied all the martial arts in the Benniu Cave world, and the white fox in his arms has become bigger and bigger, just like the two lanterns on Liu Ru is chest, white and dazzling. Liu Ru originally thought that she just felt a cold occasionally, and she would be fine after taking a few pairs of medicines, but she didn't think that her condition had not improved, but she was getting worse and worse, and her thin body was even weaker. The snow-white face was bloodless, like a blank piece of paper, Ye Qingxuan took care of her along the way, which made her feel even more uneasy, and struggled to get up to breathe outside the car.

"Yang Gongzi is a good person", Liu Ru sat on the stone bench in the pavilion next to the carriage, looked at Yang Ze who was stepping on fine bamboo in the distance, raised his peach blossom eyes, and looked at the daughter of the Ye family. The daughter of the Ye family, who was late to her senses, was picking a few bamboo leaves from the bamboo that had entered the pavilion at the moment, weaving them in her hands, and after a while, she made a lifelike grasshopper.

"Sister, you are so skillful", Liu Ru laboriously picked up the gnat, shook it in front of her somewhat dim eyes, and smiled slightly. I am not like this grasshopper, but I have also been imprisoned for most of my life, and finally got free, I didn't think about this grasshopper, the autumn breeze is rising, and the seven knots of the soul are missing six knots.

"It's a pity that there are no pliable branches of Jiangnan here, or you can make it more delicate", Ye Qingxuan was still a little dissatisfied with her handiwork, although her face was full of smiles, her eyes showed a little disappointment. Liu Ru knew that she was taking care of her emotions, so she forced the emotions in her heart. According to her usual fiery temperament, I'm afraid it would have been vented earlier. A gust of wind blew through Ye Qingxuan's head, and a few dead leaves fell, Liu Ru raised her hand and gently helped her take it down, wanting to say something and stopping, her chest rose and fell a few times.

Ye Qingxuan held Liu Ru is cold hand, "A good person is a good person, but he has always been very upset."

"What are your plans in the future?" Liu Ru took a deep breath, calmed down, and finally asked.

Ye Qingxuan knew that Liu Ru was asking who he would marry in the future, whether it was the boy in front of him who was like a jade or the little Taoist priest who was herding cattle on Niutou Mountain. She shook Liu Ruye's hand, and said with a crimson face, "I'm still young, and it's not too late to think about it in a few years."

Obviously, since he said it, Liu Ru didn't plan to give up easily, "You will only be upset if you have that person in your heart, if you don't care about that person at all, his joys, sorrows, and sorrows are not related to your half copper coin, so you won't be upset, let alone look at him more, but you and Yang Ze's childhood sweetheart, have you ever thought about whether you regard him as a brother or a lover in your heart? That little Taoist priest who is far away in Niutou Mountain, although he is honest and honest, is not good at words, but I have been in the Fengyue love field for a long time, and I can see the infatuation in his eyes. You don't think he's obedient to you in everything, like the green ox, he is not willing to ride but you ride around at will", thinking of the little Taoist priest's cute appearance, Liu Ru couldn't help but smile, because he kept talking, his face looked even paler, and he kept coughing.

Ye Qingxuan has never seriously considered this issue, and always feels that the future is still long, so she thinks about it slowly. Liu Ru saw the subtle knowledge and told the story, but it made her heart startled, "Am I a brother and sister or a lover to Yang Ze?", she lowered her head and fiddled with the placket on her chest, looking at Yang Ze in the distance in a daze.

Liu Ru fell into a migraine since he was a child, his brows were frowning in pain, and his relatives were worried, but he had a beautiful appearance of being embarrassed and shy, and many rich children and young masters were used to squeezing their eyebrows and scratching their heads, but they did not hesitate to compete to see her face, and the entire atmosphere of Jiangzhou Qinglou instantly became a city full of relatives and worries. Liu Ru has been having a high fever for a long time these days, but it also reminded her of some things. That is, when she was three years old, she did live in the big mansion with carved beams and paintings, no, to be precise, it should be a palace, blue bricks and yellow tiles, the sword is bright and bright, and later lost his memory in the war, he vaguely remembered that a wave of air rushed to the sky, and then he lost consciousness, and then he was in a coma and bloody for many days, and he woke up to be a person of Qianyunxuan.

On the path, a horse-drawn carriage squeaked and creaked, coming slowly from the depths of the bamboo forest, listless, and the driving boy who was sleepy in the carriage suddenly tightened the reins in his hand, turned back to the people in the car and said, "Little... Childe, Miss Murong is here again."

At the opening of the car curtain, the white-clothed scholar saw Murong Lian biting his red lips in the distance, his face was crimson, and he was raising his big watery eyes to look at this side, with crystal tears flashing in his eyes.

However, Murong Lianyi was glad that he finally caught up with this white-clothed scholar before leaving Huizhou, or if there was a vast sea of people, where would he go to find him in the future? Murong Lianyi was only followed by a bewildered maid entourage, who was carrying a burden on her arm, thinking that this was all the belongings of the two of them.

After the competition to recruit relatives, the old man of the Murong family found out that the child who saved the lives of more than 100 members of their family seemed to be the emperor of today's Weifu private visit. He thought that since the emperor had rescued them, most of them had taken a fancy to Murong Ripple's appearance, or he would not have given King Lu a dismount. He wanted to take the opportunity to let Murong Lianyi marry into the palace, even if it was just to be a maid in front of the emperor, and their Murong family would be able to turn over from now on, get rid of the bad luck of the year, and become a relative of the emperor again. At that time, the Murong family would definitely be able to make a comeback, and the old and young remnants of the Later Liang Dynasty would operate from it, so they would have a more comfortable life. He thought of the old man who had received his own meal, though the butler had sent him back without seeing him. But afterwards, a merchant in the capital came and took out a superstitious letter from his arms, and the letterhead was written by Song Yan himself. The content of the letter is nothing more than that King Jing is in power, the situation is unclear, and he cannot openly oppose King Lu. However, the grace of a meal back then was unforgettable, and he must do his best to repay it, but it can be seen that Song Yan, who is a powerful minister, is not ungrateful, if Murong Lianyi marries into the palace and the imperial power is supreme, then it is another matter for him to operate from it.

Unexpectedly, Murong Lianyi, who had never been out of the cabinet, was as assertive as her biological mother back then, and she didn't want to enter the palace to be the white-headed palace maid. is even more unwilling to do that ungrateful thing, and wants to follow the white-clothed scholar to death.

"Marry a chicken and marry a dog with a dog", Murong Lianyi said to the old man Murong softly, without any concessions. The old man Murong waved the sleeves of his robe, and in desperation, he imprisoned her, and sent a few capable family members to take care of her, but he didn't think that this loyal maid still took advantage of the night to help her sneak away, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take the golden bell with him, which was brought to him by his father when he was born, and it was also the only relic.

The white-clothed scholar sighed lightly, in this cold season, it is not a way for everyone to be so deadlocked, let alone where to start, so he simply got out of the carriage and welcomed the two dusty women into the carriage.

Murong Lianyi entered the carriage and instantly cried into tears. The white-clothed scholar didn't step forward to comfort her, letting her pear blossoms choke with rain, and finally she couldn't listen to it anymore and couldn't help but stuff a beautiful silk scarf, which was vaguely a little rouge scent. Murong Lianyi burst into tears and smiled, revealing a posture that captivated the country and the city, and knew that "sincerity is the open", after all, he is not a hard-hearted person.

Not far away, dozens of horses got closer and closer, in an arc shape, and stopped about a mile away, the dozen or so horses picked up the dead leaves on the ground and gnawed on the grass roots, and more than a dozen people dismounted in a big way and rested in groups of three or five on the side, as if they were bamboos in their chests.

Halfway up the mountain, two thin horses, one black and one white, came from afar, and immediately sat two men, one black and one white, which was quite interesting.

"Okay, this fox's tail can't be hidden", Wei Zhongcheng shook the feather fan lightly, and Yang Ze, who was stepping on the thin bamboo, held the hilt of Qingfeng's sword with his right hand, and his qi flowed.