The endless sea of snow at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, and a few cooking smoke rises from the fields of Xianyang Plain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ye Gongzi, the young master of Wujian Villa, rode a horse and stood on the bank of the Weishui River, and the white-clothed waiters on both sides led the horses to drink water by the river. Since Pingliang returned to Chang'an, Ye Gongzi was full of anxiety, he traveled to the West Sea with Liu Tianjiang for the first time, and heard that Luoyang's eight factions would be martial, but he was worried about his father's punishment.

As the only relationship between the Tianxia Alliance and the entire rivers and lakes, Wujian Villa has always been hidden on Taibai Peak, and rarely gets involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, unless someone comes to ask for it. Ye Gongzi stood on the Weishui Bridge and looked at the turbid river rolling away, and then looked at Uncle Ashina on the bank, and remembered his father's instructions when he went out, "Don't delay outside, you can return to Wujian Villa after rescuing Uncle Shi." However, at this moment, he has been looking at the end of the river, he wants to see the world outside Taibai Peak, and he wants to see what this river and lake are like.

Liu Tianjiang on the side wrapped his velvet coat tightly and came to Ye Gongzi's side, he used his thick hands to straighten the loose velvet fur for the young man, and looked at the corner of the young man's mouth with a peaceful gaze, and said softly, "Back to the villa, Uncle Liu will help you intercede with the owner." How about letting you go to Jinling with the national teacher?"

"Really?" the young man looked at the burly and tall Liu Tianjiang excitedly.

"Of course, when did Uncle Liu lie to you?" Liu Tianjiang looked at the young man and laughed loudly.

On the bank of the Weishui River, Ashina held the staff and looked at the two people on the cross bridge, one high and one low, with a solemn face. His long, tousled hair stood out in the north wind, and he looked much older than he had been in the Western Palace. A person of power who once called for wind and rain in the West Sea, but now he has been reduced to asking for help from others, although he is his senior brother, but he is still a little unwilling in his heart.

Along the way, the most discussed thing is the regional customs on the road from Xihai to Chang'an, each region has different products and people. A white-clothed waiter stood at the other end of the hundred-zhang-long Weihe River Bridge and shouted, "In front is Long Shouyuan, Childe, shall we go back to the villa directly?" Hearing the messenger shout, everyone focused their eyes on the plain-clothed young man.

"Back to the lodge. The young man whispered with a slight disappointment, he knew that although Liu Tianjiang would help him intercede in front of his father, his father's arbitrary thunderous wind could not be changed by anyone.

Liu Tianjiang raised his right hand and pointed to the undulating Qinling Mountains, and then followed the young man back to the riverbank, and everyone got on their horses and galloped south on the Weishui Bridge.

"Uncle spare your life," the man's crying voice came from the bridge. Under a roadside tent at the south end of the Weishui Cross Bridge, a group of women and children knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from several men in brocade clothes, one of whom put his hands together to block a long knife wielded by a thin man, and knelt on the ground struggling.

"What's going on ahead?" Ye Gongzi reined in his horse when he was about to reach the south bank of Weishui, raised his body to look at the bridge, and asked in a loud voice.

"Childe, there is a group of people on their knees begging for mercy... The blood in the man's hands flowed..."The white-clothed waiter in the south of the bridge looked at the scene inside the tent and raised his voice. Several brocade-clothed men in the tent saw a group of white-clothed people coming on the bridge, and the man wielding the long knife in his hand ignored the man in white, exerted all his strength, and violently pushed the long knife in his hand down. The blade burst out of the kneeling man's hand, cutting a deep cut directly in his chest.

Blood spurted from the man's chest and splattered all over the ground, and the snow outside the tent was red. The women and children saw the man lying in a pool of blood, and did not even have a chance to leave a message, and let out a heart-rending cry. Ye Gongzi rushed from the horse, floating beside the pool of blood, looking at the pleading man on his face.

"Who are you?" the thin man raised his long knife and pointed at Ye Gongzi, and scolded in a rough voice.

"Give me back my man's life," the woman and child cried out as the man's body was in a pool of blood, "We just pay the money, why do we have to kill the killer..."

One of the brocade-clothed men snorted and said sharply, "This is the consequence of your non-payment. ”

The rest of the women, children, and elderly people outside the tent were all trembling, standing aside and not daring to squeak. More than a dozen white-clothed waiters quickly came behind Ye Gongzi, holding their hands on the hilt of their swords, and staring coldly at several brocade-clothed men in the tent.

"How much does he owe you?" asked the plain-clothed young man in a low voice as he looked at the man in the pool of blood, slowly losing consciousness. His hands were clenched into fists, the pity in his chest welling up in his heart, and the anger that followed in his eyes.

At this moment, the wind was still as the rising sun, but the plain-clothed young man's eyebrows were tightly locked, his eyes moved from the pool of blood to the thin man, and he shouted sharply, "How much does he owe you?"