The Child Emperor

The torrential rain poured, and it only took less than half an hour to submerge the road. Slowly, the rain became lighter, but it had a long-lasting momentum. It seemed that it would continue to fall into the night. in the inn.

Yang Feng sat in the room, opened the door, and didn't care when he saw the rain swept in. No matter what, he couldn't go on the road today. He could only wait until tomorrow, hoping that everything would be in time.

Why did Chun Yuxiao, the watcher of qi, sneak into the capital? For him, it was the most dangerous place in the world. What does the so-called "new emperor's spirit" mean? Could it be that Chunyu Xiao has found a new target of bewitching? Yang Fengsi thought about it and felt that there was only one possibility.

There was a commotion outside, and although the rain was loud, the shouting could not be suppressed.

The four entourage and Yang Feng stayed in the same room, one of them glanced at Zhong Changshi, went out of the house in the rain, came back soon, and bowed: "The three village farmers wanted to come in to avoid the rain, but were stopped by the postman at the door. , so the quarrel."

Yang Feng snorted and didn't take it to heart. Just as the entourage was about to return to his position, Yang Feng changed his mind and said, "Call them in."

"Yes." Yang Feng's entourage are all his cronies he personally cultivated.

Not long after, three farmers came out of the rain with their entourage, standing at the door not daring to enter the house.

The three of them are quite different in age. The old one is in his 60s, only a handful of bones are left, but his stomach is bulging high. He is barefoot, rolls up his trouser legs, holds straw hats in both hands, and smiles at the adults in the room, nodding and bowing. "My lord, forgive me, the rain was so heavy that we couldn't make our way, so we had to use the eaves to shelter from the rain, but we didn't expect to bump into the adults."

The other was in his thirties, a big black and strong man, wearing straw sandals on his feet and holding a straw hat in his hand. He bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was a little afraid of officials.

The last person was a teenager, half hiding behind the big black man.

Yang Feng looked at the three of them for a while and said, "Since it's shelter from the rain, come inside."

The old man bowed again and again and stood at the door, not daring to get too close to the official post. The young man hid more tightly.

Yang Feng said: "The old man has a long life?"

"Lord Cheng asked, the little old man is fifty-three this year, a hard-working man who has been exposed to the wind and the sun, and looks older." The old man bowed and nodded every time he said a word.

"Are you natives?"

"Yes, my lord, my ancestors lived here and never left."

"How far is this place from Hangu Pass?"

"That's half a day's journey."

Yang Feng was silent for a while, and then asked, "Does the custom here often travel on horseback?"

The old man smiled and said, "What the lord said, only lords and nobles can ride horses. For people like us, it's not bad to be able to ride a donkey. Usually, we still have to rely on these feet to walk."

"That's weird. It's only half a day's journey to go to Hangu Pass on horseback. If you don't ride a horse, how do you know it's half a day?"

The old man nodded his head more frequently, "Although the little old man is not lucky to ride a horse, he has also heard people say that the distance is long, and the adults must ride horses, so the little old man said that it was half a day. If you hurry up, you won’t be able to get to the gate until it’s dark, but at that time the gate is closed and you can’t get in.”

Yang Feng nodded and turned his eyes to the old man's side, "That black man, sign up."

The big black man kept his head down. He was not as obedient as the old man. He was a little forced. Hearing the question, he said in a loud voice, "Master Hui, Xiaomin's name is Zhang Tiegou."

"As the name suggests, are you really as hard as iron lumps?"

"My lord is joking, how can there be any irony in the name that Xiaomin randomly picked up?"

"Really? I heard that there is an iron-headed Hu San'er on the rivers and lakes. One head is like copper and iron. He once competed with the white horse Zhao Qianjin. It's a battle to become famous."

The big black man didn't say anything, and the old man smiled apologetically, "Your lord is well-informed, and we rude villagers know an iron lump, but have never heard of iron head."

"The rumors in the rivers and lakes are mostly untrue. Zhao Qianjin was shot to death by a burst of arrows. I am afraid that Hu San'er's iron head is also a false name. He goes down with a knife and disciplines his head."

The old man was still smirking, but the big black man couldn't help it, and shouted: "People have seen through it, what else are you pretending to be? Come on!"

As soon as the big black man spoke, the old man and the young man had already acted. They pulled out their daggers from behind the big man. The old man jumped high, and the young man rolled out from between the big man's legs.

Yang Feng sat still on the chair, since he left Baima County, he was on guard against assassins, so he didn't panic at all. Behind him, the four attendants raised their right arms at the same time, showing the crossbow that had been hidden behind them, the trigger fired, two arrows shot at the old man in the air, and the other two arrows attacked the black man and the young man respectively.

The room where Yang Feng was located was already the largest in the inn. Even so, there was not much room for maneuver. The arrows were as powerful as lightning, and it was absolutely impossible to avoid them. But the old man in the air rose again in an instant, jumping on the beams, and on the ground. The young man also suddenly changed direction, rolled towards the door, dodging the crossbow arrow, only the black big man on the opposite side moved slightly slower, the arrow was hit in the shoulder, and roared in his mouth, still striding towards the target.

The four followers drew their knives in their hands, one person protected Yang Feng, three people fought, and three followers rushed in to help outside the door, and more people stayed outside.

The battle didn't last long. The big black man was knocked down first, with two knives on his neck. He didn't dare to move. After all, he was flesh and blood and couldn't compare to copper and iron.

The young man fought one against two, and after a few moves, he was forced into a corner, left and right, and could not hold on for long.

Only the old man was temporarily safe on the beam, and the two guards were repelled by him after jumping several times.

Yang Feng said without raising his head: "One sword immortal Du Motian, but unfortunately there is a roof above your head. You can't touch the sky. If you want your grandson's life, just jump down."

The boy said loudly, "Grandpa, leave me alone..."

The old man, Du Motian, could see clearly from above that his grandson was indeed no match for the official, so he could not help sighing, "Don't hurt my grandson, I'll just come down."

The two guards stopped, still holding the knife to trap the boy.

Du Motian threw the dagger down first, then he jumped down, stood up without kneeling, raised his head and looked at Yang Feng, without the slightest look of a rural peasant.

"Tietou Hu San'er, Yijian Xian Du Motian, and Du Chuanyun, why are there only three of you? Why didn't the others come?"

The other party even knew the name of his grandson, and Du Motian sighed again, "Your Excellency is really not simple, living in a deep palace, although I know all about us people in the world, I also said that Zhao Qianjin eats black and white in Baima County. , how did he die in the hands of a eunuch and dozens of officers and soldiers, it turns out... there are scums in the rivers and lakes to tip you off."

"Breaking the news? You're not conspiring, it's not difficult to inquire about your affairs. Heroes of the Jianghu, how can things like drawing a knife and avenging a friend not be publicized? The day after Zhao Qianjin was killed, forty or fifty Jianghu people Hawkers gathered in Baima County and vowed to take revenge for him. Two days later, they met again in Linzi City. The number of people had reached more than 120. From noon to night, they vowed to take revenge again, and the location was selected near Hangu Pass. . But when we set off the next day, there were only fifty people left, and everyone else made excuses to leave. Am I right?"

Du Motian was stunned, and he never expected that an imperial commissioner and a eunuch would pay attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Tie-tou Hu San'er, who was lying on the ground, said angrily, "Those guys are ungrateful, greedy for life and fear of death, there are only thirteen of us..."

"Speak less!" Du Motian shouted, Hu San'er was shocked and hurriedly shut up.

"There are only thirteen people." Yang Feng shook his head, "You were in ambush outside Hangu Pass, planning to attack, but this heavy rain broke things, so the three of you pretended to be villagers and came to inquire about the news."

"Since Your Excellency already knows, we have nothing to say. Zhao Qianjin has friends all over the world. If you killed us today, someone will avenge him in the future." Du Motian turned his head and glanced at his grandson, "Someone will also take revenge for us. revenge."

"Of course, I'll wait for you for a month." Yang Feng took the teacup from his entourage and took a sip, "If you leave the tea to cool, after a month you will be just an exaggerated legend. In the legend, I You are despicable and shameless people, and you are the people who are righteous and chivalrous. This is probably the revenge that Jianghu has avenged for you."

Du Motian became more and more shocked, "Your Excellency... where is the holy place?"

Yang Feng didn't answer, and walked into a follower outside, soaked all over, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yang, that person is here."

"Are you sure it's him?" Yang Feng asked.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

Yang Feng stood up and said to Du Motian, "This rain has ruined your ambush, and it almost ruined my event, but my luck is better than yours. Do you believe that there are people in the rivers and lakes who can touch the sky with one hand? "

Du Motian really couldn't understand what Yang Feng was saying, "Don't be complacent, you haven't entered Hangu Pass, let alone the capital."

Yang Feng stepped out and stopped at the door, "Leave them overnight and wait for the other ten to come and save people, if they really come."

Yang Feng walked out of the room, and immediately an attendant held an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

The sky was dark, the rain was much less, and the water in the yard was half a foot deep. Yang Feng waded in the water, under the guidance of another entourage, and there was no other protector beside him.

The inn welcomed a group of new guests, all of them officers in armor. There were not many, only about 20. They had obviously been rushing through the rain, their bodies were soaking wet, and the rain was flowing down the armor.

During the war against Fang Ping in the state of Qi, there was a smog in the north, and military officials often went to the capital to deliver letters. The postmaster was not surprised at all, and was busy arranging rooms for them and taking care of the horses.

Yang Feng walked to the front of a room, and several officers held the hilt of the knife and looked at the visitor coldly, recognizing that this person was a eunuch, and refused to salute.

Yang Feng clasped his fists and said, "Please let me know, Yang Feng, the regular attendant, is asking to see Mrs. Cui."

The expressions of the officers changed, and one said: "There is no..."

Someone came out of the room, motioned the officer to shut up, and said to Yang Feng, "Young Master Yang, stay safe."

Sure enough, it was Taifu Cui Hong, and Yang Feng’s heart that had been mentioned for a long time finally came back. He didn’t care about the revenge of the gangsters, and he was all obsessed with Chunyu Xiao and Cui Hong. Now, he finally caught one of them in time.

"Yang has been respecting the marquis here for a long time. I want to say a few words to the master. If the master is willing to listen, maybe you and I can go back to the capital together. If you don't want to listen—"

"how?"

"Yang is willing to splatter blood with Tai Fu on the spot."

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