This spring, it came earlier than usual. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt the beginning of January, the snow and ice on the ground have melted, and the scene is full of abundance.

It was almost noon, on Baihua Street, the voices of people were boiling, and the wine shop on the street, Xiao Er was very busy, serving delicious and lovely food. The smell of the food, through the carved windows, overflowed the entire street, attracting passers-by to salivate and their index fingers to go in and have a good meal.

The street stalls are full of a variety of goods, the hawkers shout and shout, and the crowd shuttles between them, rubbing shoulders one after another, and the scene is so lively.

"Oh yes, what are you doing, what are you doing, you steal grandpa's goods, and you want to run away when you turn around?" Here, a fierce peddler with a pimple on his face was pulling at the collar of a down-and-out scholar, and said with a fierce face:

"One or two pieces of silver, if you don't give it, you want to leave!"

"This strong man! There are so many people! The little bag is shy, can it be accommodating..."

Wen Sheng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he kept apologizing to the hawker, and just when he was full of sorrow and didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard a noisy gong and drum, followed by an undoubted majestic voice, deafening, resounding through the streets and alleys:

"Rebel Fang Shou, don't respect Wen Sheng!"

"Blood humiliates Wen Yuan, the crime should be punished nine!"

......

"Patrol the streets!

The sudden uproar caused an uproar among passers-by, and their eyes brushed the ground and turned to the direction of the street corner.

At the same time, people spontaneously vacated a two-car wide passage in the middle of the road, as if they were looking forward to something, wiping their hot sweat while tiptoeing and watching.

"Bastard! I'm still a scholar! I don't have serious skills, but I'm a top trick by stealing and playing tricks!" The peddler came back to his senses and immediately scolded, but found that the down-and-out scholar had long since disappeared!

"Whew!"

Reluctantly spat on the ground, the vendor put away the stall, and then continued to look back at ease and said: "Thanks to this, there is still a scholar here, so that the master can relieve his hatred!"

"Crunch~Crunch~"

Under the tireless gaze of passers-by, finally, a bloodstained prisoner car drove onto the street.

"Click~Click~"

Around the prisoner car, there are hundreds of silver-armored guards, all of them with eyes like torches, constantly looking at the onlookers, neat armor, sharp stabs, and iron boots with nails, flashing with a compelling sharpness, like a sharp steel knife, piercing into the bustling main road of Baihua Street, like a fish in the throat, which makes people feel disobedient!

"Hey, bad luck! The young master just grabbed the horse, ready to come to a winding path to explore the secluded, who wants to do this, almost don't lift it!" As if he had just been drugged, a sickly boy with gray face and white cheeks and red eyes in his eyes, lifted his wide trousers, and rushed to the door of the "drunken flower lying" angrily, holding a large gilt smoking gun in his mouth, while swallowing clouds and spitting fog, he rushed to the old eagle who greeted the guests, and complained loudly:

"Chun Niang! Where did this fight come from? You have a bad head? The pie is not small! Dare to be escorted to our Baihua Street, are you coming back to save your relatives?"

"Where did the son say? How do we know the death row prisoners?" Under the plaque of the drunken flower lying on the door, there was an old eagle standing, called "Chun Niang", and when he heard the young master's ridicule, he immediately brushed his face.

"Childe! You don't know! This one who slipped forward is the famous 'Holy Son of the West Mountain' - Fang Xiaodongliang, Fang Shou! Ouch, hey, this little face is quite white from a distance!"

Chun Niang said and "giggled" while laughing, but because of her excessive movements, the thick rouge on her face, as if she didn't want money, fell straight down.

Glancing at the prisoner car, Brother Gongzi spewed out a cigarette and said impatiently: "Bullshit Xishan Holy Son!

"Oh, how can you not recognize it? Do you still remember that a while ago, there was a scholar in His Excellency Wen Yuan, who wrote a chapter in blood, and wrote a book that 'Yang Daxuan, the family is the world', slandering us as the prime minister of the dynasty, Lord Yang Zhong, the one who is 'Yang Zhen Daxuan'?"

After listening to Chun Niang all the time, Young Master Kuo turned his eyelids and lost his temper completely.

"Girls are talkative! People have provoked you, and they have offended your girl? People are called righteous men! Righteous people!

......

Since the establishment of the capital of Tianfu and the Great Xuan Dingyuan, Baihua Street in the west city of Tianfu has been known as "the golden cave of the rich young master, the fallen field of the official master", and it can be regarded as one of the most lively boundaries in the whole Tianfu.

To put it bluntly, Baihua Street in Xicheng is a Fengyue field where people are drunk.

But often behind the noise, there is always a little unknown, for example, at this moment, in the deep belly of Baihua Street, there is a tall building that looks like a wine shop, and there is no even hanging door plaque, as if it is not a serious business.

The building is about six floors, and in this area full of bungalows, it stands out from the crowd, but it is located in the deep alleys of Baihua Street, not only is it not as lively as Yanliu Lane, but it reveals a sense of desertedness.

The top floor of the building is full of round tables, which are basically a lot empty, and the only one close to the corner of the street, with an excellent view, can even overlook the entire Baihua Street, is sitting a gorgeous young man with clear eyebrows, dressed in brocade, covered quite tightly, in this hot summer, it looks quite unusual.

Not far behind him, four big men with knives, with large waists and wide shoulders, lined up, arched on the back of the young man, a kind of oppression that is not angry and self-threatening, arises spontaneously.

I saw that the young man frowned slightly, looked at the yellow paper spread on the table, and said in a deep voice:

“.... In the thirteenth year of the Qianming Dynasty, the spring meeting test, the rebel son Fang Shou, His Excellency Yu Wenyuan, used blood as a seal, insulted the sage's clothes and tombs, and used it to frame the official, in fact, it was a false accusation, it was a bully, and it should be asked to kill the nine clans! However, this thief lost his pair at a young age, and his descendants were under the Xiwang Mansion, and he was often known for his planning, so his rebellion will be sent to the King of Xishan!"

“... Li Jixuan, the king of Xishan, is treacherous and loyal, and does not know people well, but he does not respect the king, and he has harbored evil intentions for a long time, and he hopes that His Majesty will be clear!"

“.... The minister thought that when he sent the Northwest Governor to guard Sun Hui, he would immediately press the territory with heavy troops, seize his military power, and then cut the feudal domain for the people, and arrest him into Beijing, so as to cut off his rebellious heart and forever get rid of my Daxuan orthodoxy and suffer ......"

"The king... Gong, Gongzi, this fold handed over by Yang Zhong is inevitably too deceitful!"

"Does he really think that when he becomes the prime minister, he can be under one person and above ten thousand, and no one will pay attention to him?"

"Did you find it?" the young man asked rhetorically, unmoved.

"It's... She's... Lao Liu!" The guard scolded the middle-aged guard beside him, and when he saw that he didn't react, he smiled bitterly, "Lao Liu has already been looked for, and he will be able to do it soon..."

"The county lord has a whereabouts!" However, on the other side, the middle-aged guard who was called "Lao Liu" had red eyes and whispered: "It's a pity that Young Master Fang he..."

Lao Liu's thin voice like a mosquito and fly did not run out of the ears of the young man, but he didn't hear it, he just got up at the desk, and said with a look:

"Fang Shou is loyal to Geng, Xueyuan is even more amazing, when he was weak, he understood the great righteousness and dared to do this feat alone! If I want to give up? How can I give up? If I want to return to my heart in the world, the scholar is the most important! Naturally, the heart is not strong, and there is no way to achieve this feat! Without sacrifice, there is no way to achieve this great cause..."

"Then you have to ignore Young Master Fang? Master! He is completely kept in the dark about all this! You must not abandon it..."

Tears burst out of his eyes, and soon they filled Lao Liu's resolute face, but this time, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a "clang", his forehead hit the floor hard, and the sound of "dong dong" was endless.

"Master, please save Young Master Fang, save him!"

"Master, please save Young Master Fang!" Unexpectedly, after Lao Liu, the other three guards also knelt down together and begged for help.

"Lao Liu, you..." were stunned for a second, and then the young man smiled bitterly:

"Did I say that I want to abandon Xiao Fang? And you! You! You subordinates! Your heart is all towards Fang!

With a big bag on his forehead, Lao Liu's eyes were full of expectations: "In this way, Fang Shou him...... Saved?!"

Seeing the young man nodding, Lao Liu couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed loudly with tears on his face: "The world is big, or the master is the most capable! How can we worry about it? That's what you say, Lao Liu goes up the knife mountain and goes down to the sea of fire, just to lose his head, without blinking an eye!"

"Hehe, Lao Liu, or you are simple-minded and have well-developed limbs?"

On the main street, the prisoner cart had already passed most of the way and was slowly approaching the deep alley......

Looking at the person on the prisoner car, ragged, shackled, and only his head was exposed outside the car, allowing a group of passers-by who were not too big to see the excitement, throwing stones and insulting, but he held his head high and his eyebrows stretched out, the young man's sword eyebrows were stretched, and his eyes showed a strong appreciation.

"Are you really the king, did you come to Beijing for nothing, and you made this trip to troubled waters?"

Da Xuan Shangbang, in the eyes of the small country in the neighboring Zhou, is a giant beast of the wilderness, a huge existence that can swallow itself as long as he moves his mouth, however, for the local people, Da Xuan, more, represents an expectation, and even, a kind of faith. They revere the strong military of Daxuan, envy the colorful and splendid culture of Daxuan, and look forward to the prosperity of Daxuanye.

And Zhongzhou, is one of the representatives, as the old capital of the former dynasty, now Zhongzhou, is the economic capital of the Daxuan Dynasty, the largest port city, etc., many fame, gathered together, but also carry the ambition of countless people for Daxuan.

"Under the prosperous world, Li Xing in the world. The royal family of the previous dynasty, the same surname is 'Li', the former dynasty Taizu 'Li Shengjie', born in Taoism, advocating feng shui metaphysics, so in the imperial city of Zhongzhou, on Jishou Mountain, built 'Linglong Palace', hoping to suppress Xiaoxiao, maintain the Li dynasty for tens of thousands of years. How can the world be unpredictable, although the current Daxuan, the royal family is also surnamed 'Li', but the real Li dynasty, but only three generations, was completely subverted. ”

This is the first piece of information about this prosperous city that most foreign people get when they come to Zhongzhou.

There was a que-

Ten thousand steps of the exquisite hall, step on it to ascend to the sky. It refers to the fact that in those years, the ministers faced the saints, and they had to go up to the front of the Linglong Palace, and they needed to climb the "ten thousand steps" in the middle, and there were countless porters, and even those who died of exhaustion on the spot, just like "ascending to the sky". However, although the previous dynasty was destroyed, now, this "Ten Thousand Steps Linglong Palace" is the palace of the emperor, and it still has a supreme majesty that mortals cannot reach!

In addition to the Linglong Palace, there is still a commendable place, that is, Zhongzhou is located in the two of the ten mother rivers of Daxuan - the confluence of the Tang River and the Qiongjiang River, so its moat, runs through the whole territory of Zhongzhou, has been from the west of the city, flows through the Jishou Mountain, straight out of the east gate of the city, at this moment, it is late at night, in the east gate of Zhongzhou City, a medium-sized cargo ship, just sailed out of the gate, into the dark Qiongjiang River Basin.

"Drive, drive, stop, stop, stop!"

At the moment when a sharp shout sounded, the gate fell with a bang, but even so, it was a step slower, allowing the cargo ship to leave safely.

"Damn! it's a step too late!"

On both sides of the moat, there is the famous Luozhou Ancient Road, at this moment, near the south bank of the ancient road, there is a brocade-clothed guard resentfully tightening the horse rope, and immediately, he turned the horse's head and galloped towards the way he came.

Almost at the same moment, the uniform pace was played abruptly in the middle of the night, and immediately, it was the noisy shouting and the sonorous sound of the guards' armor, which kept going all night in the streets and alleys of Zhongzhou.

Countless people wanted to see the outside world through the thin window paper, but what caught their eyes was either dense firelight, or figures full of murderous atmosphere, and began to search door to door.

Seeing this scene, the people closed their doors and windows tightly, and did not even dare to light the lights, for fear of getting into trouble.

"In this way, the important criminal 'Fang Shou', who was wanted throughout the imperial court, fled all the way from Tianfu after being intercepted by the masked man, and then slipped into the city under the nose of the official, and now he has left safely, and has not been detected by the guard?"

On the outskirts of the city, a relatively remote old mansion is being surrounded by three layers of land inside and three layers outside the officers and soldiers. The courtyard is disorganized, the gray net is dense, it seems that it has not been inhabited for a long time, and in the northwest, there is a dry well, next to which stands a thin civil official with eyes like an eagle falcon and a face like a knife, is looking into the well with a pair of big panda eyes, and scolds at the same time:

"It's really a bunch of waste! It's a shame for the official! What about the people now? Where have the people gone?"

In front of this person, there was a brocade-clothed guard kneeling on one knee, and when he heard the official's question, he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Don't blame yourself, my lord, that fugitive is really cunning, and he actually took advantage of these three months to secretly open up a tunnel leading to the outer city from the bottom of this well, and his subordinates have already followed him, presumably just sailing not far from the Qiongjiang River at this moment, and he will send a clipper to chase after him, and he will be able to catch up in less than half an hour......"

"After half a month of hard planning, the result is still a failure, if it is rumored to be heard, how can the official's face be saved?" Another cold snort, the official's face became more and more blue, "Can you find out the same party?"

"At present, it has only been found that his fellow party 'Song Zhixian' is a native of Gyeonggi County, Tianfu, who studied at Tianfu Jingshi University and has a friendship with Fang Shou, and is now a ......."

Before the brocade-clothed guard finished speaking, he was weakly interrupted by the official:

"That's it, don't speculate yet, wait until you are caught and then tried! How can a mere commoner rob people under the heavily guarded silver guards? Presumably, there will be high-ranking people in the future, but you still do it impartially, and don't care about the rest! Don't ask too much and say more! Do you understand?"

"Subordinates understand!" the brocade-clothed guard replied in a deep voice, and even retreated, and with his departure, the layers of guards inside and outside the courtyard began to gradually withdraw, and finally only the officials and a few henchmen were left.

Sighing slightly, the official probed into the well again, feeling the slightest coolness coming from the bottom, and a wry smile appeared on his face:

"Lord Wang, my subordinates really can't hold back, and those who can help that kid can only go so far!"