The Child Emperor

The torrential rain poured down, and it took less than half an hour to flood the road. Slowly, the rain became lighter, but it continued to rain. It seemed that it would continue to fall until night. In the station.

Yang Feng sat in the house, opened the door, and didn't care when he saw the rain sweeping in. He couldn't go on the road today anyway, so he had to wait until tomorrow, hoping that everything would be in time.

Why did the hopeful Chunyu Xiao sneak to the capital?For him, it is the most dangerous place in the world.What does the so-called "new Tianzi Qi" mean?Could it be that Chunyu Xiao has found a new target of bewitchment?After thinking about it, Yang Fengsi felt that there was only one possibility.

There was a commotion outside, and although the rain was loud, it couldn't suppress the shouting.

The four attendants stayed in the same room as Yang Feng, one of them took a look at Zhong Changshi, went out in the rain, came back soon, bowed and said: "Three peasants wanted to come in to avoid the rain, but they were stopped by the postman at the door." , and therefore quarreled."

Yang Feng hummed, but didn't take it seriously, just as the followers were about to return to their positions, Yang Feng changed his mind, "Call them in."

"Yes." Yang Feng's entourages are all his confidantes trained by himself, they obey him and never ask a word.

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

There is a big gap in the age of the three of them. The older one is in his sixties, so thin that he has only a few bones left, but his belly is swollen, barefoot, with his trouser legs rolled up, holding straw hats in both hands, smiling at the adults in the room, nodding and bowing, "Forgive me, my lord. The rain was too heavy. We couldn't make our way. We had to borrow the eaves to avoid the rain. We didn't expect to bump into your lord."

The other man was in his 30s, a dark and strong man, wearing straw sandals on his feet, and holding a straw hat in his hand, 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 we are sheltering from the rain, let's go inside."

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

Yang Fengdao: "Old man, long life?"

"Master Cheng asked, the little old man is 53 this year, a hard-working man who has been exposed to the wind and sun, and looks older." The old man bowed and nodded every time he said a word.

"Are you from your hometown?"

"Yes, my lord, the ancestor 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 again: "Is it customary here to go out on horseback?"

The old man smiled and said, "What did you say, only adults and nobles can ride horses. For people like us, it's good to be able to ride a donkey. Usually, we still have to walk with these two feet."

"That's strange. It takes half a day to ride a horse to Hangu Pass. If you don't ride a horse, how do you know it's half a day?"

The old man nods his head more frequently, "Although the little old man is not blessed to ride a horse, he has also heard people say that the distance is that adults must ride a horse, so the little old man said that it is half a day. If you want to talk about walking, you have to get up before dawn. If you hurry up, you can only get to the pass after dark, but at that time the gate is closed and you can’t get in.”

Yang Feng nodded, and turned his gaze to the old man, "That black man, report your name."

The big black man kept his head down, he was not as submissive as the old man, and he seemed to be forced. When he heard the question, he said in a low voice, "My lord, the name of the little man is Zhang Tiepiao."

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

"Adults are joking, the name that Xiaomin randomly picked up, how can it be hard?"

"Really? I heard that there is an iron-headed Hu San'er in Jianghu. His head was trained like copper and iron. He once competed with the white horse Zhao Qianjin. He hit the sledgehammer with his head. Both sides retreated three steps, and there was no winner. Get famous for it.”

The big black man didn't make a sound, but the old man apologized and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is well-informed. We rough villagers only know about an iron bump. We have never heard of an iron head."

"Most of the rumors in the world are not true. Zhao Qianjin was shot to death by a burst of arrows, and Hu San'er's iron head is probably a waste of fame. If he stabbed him down, his head was in a different place."

The old man was still laughing, but the big black man couldn't help it anymore, and shouted: "I've seen through it, what are you pretending to do? Come on!"

As soon as the big black man spoke, the old man and the young man had already moved. They drew their daggers from the back of 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. Ever since he left Baima County, he had been guarding against assassins, so he didn't panic at all.Behind him, four attendants raised their right arms at the same time, revealed the arm crossbow hidden behind them all the time, and fired the trigger. Two arrows shot at the old man in the air, and the other two arrows attacked the big black man and the young man respectively.

The room Yang Feng was in was already the largest one in the post station, even so there was not much room to move, the arrow was like lightning, it was impossible to dodge, but the old man in the air rose another section in an instant, jumped on the beam of the house, and landed on the ground. The young man also suddenly changed direction, rolled towards the door, dodging the crossbow arrows, only the big black man on the opposite side moved a little slower, got an arrow in his shoulder, roared in his mouth, and still rushed towards the target.

The four attendants drew knives in their hands, one of them personally protected Yang Feng, the three of them faced the battle, and three of the attendants rushed in to help fight outside the door, while more stayed outside.

The battle didn't last long. The big black man was the first to be knocked down, with two knives resting on his neck. He didn't dare to move anymore.

The young man was one against two, and after a few tricks, he was forced to the corner, barely able to hold on for long.

Only the old man was temporarily safe on the beam. The two guards jumped several times, but he repelled them.

Yang Feng said without raising his head: "Immortal Swordsman Du Motian, unfortunately there is a roof over his head, you can't touch the sky anymore, and you still want your grandson's life, just jump off."

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 officials, so he couldn't help sighing, "Don't hurt my grandson, I'll do it when I come down."

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

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

"Tie-headed Hu San'er, Yijianxian Du Motian, and Du Chuanyun, why are you the only three? Why didn't the others come?"

The other party even knew the name of his grandson, Du Motian sighed again, "Your Excellency is really not simple, you live in a deep palace, although you know people like us well, I still say that Zhao Qianjin takes black and white in Baima County , how could he die at the hands of a eunuch and dozens of officers and soldiers, it turns out... there are scum in the rivers and lakes who tipped you off."

"Turning the news? You are not conspiring, so it is not difficult to inquire about your affairs. How can it be possible for a hero in the world not to publicize such things as helping each other and avenging a friend? On the second day after Zhao Qianjin was killed, forty or fifty Jianghu The thugs gathered in Baima County and vowed to avenge him. Two days later, they gathered again in Linzi City. The number of people had reached more than 120. They drank from noon to night and vowed to take revenge again. The place was chosen near Hangu Pass. But this time When we set off on Sunday, there were only more than 50 people left, and everyone else made excuses and left. Am I right?"

Du Motian was dumbfounded. He never expected that an imperial envoy and a eunuch would pay attention to the affairs of Jianghu.

The iron-headed Hu San'er lying on the ground said angrily: "Those guys are ungrateful, greedy for life and afraid of death, there are only 13 of us..."

"Stop talking!" Du Motian shouted, Hu San'er was startled, and shut up hastily.

"There are only 13 people." Yang Feng shook his head, "You were lying in ambush outside Hangu Pass, planning to sneak attack, but the heavy rain made things worse, so the three of you pretended to be peasants and came here to inquire about news."

"Since your Excellency knows, we have nothing to say. Zhao Qianjin has friends all over the world. If you kill us today, someone will avenge him in the future." Du Motian turned his head and glanced at his grandson, "There will be someone 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, "Let's leave the tea cold, and after a month you will be just an exaggerated legend. In the legend, we You are despicable and shameless people, and you are the generation of chivalrous men. This is probably the revenge of the Jianghu for you."

The more Du Motian listened, the more surprised he became, "Your Excellency... Where is the sacred place?"

Yang Feng didn't answer, a follower walked in outside, his whole body was soaked, and he said in a low voice, "Mr. Yang, that man is here."

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

"The subordinates saw it with their own eyes."

Yang Feng stood up and said to Du Motian: "This rain broke your ambush and almost ruined my event, but my luck is better than yours. Do you believe that there are people in the world 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 yet, let alone returned to the capital."

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

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

The sky was dark, the rain was much lighter, and the water in the yard was half a foot deep. Yang Feng waded in the water, moving forward under the guidance of another follower, without any other protectors around him.

The inn ushered in a group of new guests, all of whom were military officers wearing armor. There were only about [-] of them. They had obviously been on their way in the rain, their bodies were soaked, and the rainwater flowed down their armor.

The war in Qi is peaceful, and the war in the north is rising again. Military officials often go to the capital to deliver letters. The postman is not surprised at all. He is busy arranging rooms for them and taking care of the horses.

Yang Feng walked to a room, several officers held the hilt of the knife, looked at the person coldly, recognized this person as an eunuch, and refused to salute.

Yang Feng clasped his fists and said, "Please let me know, Zhongchang attendant Yang Feng is begging to see Taifu Cui."

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

Someone came out of the room, signaled the officer to shut up, and said to Yang Feng, "Mr. Yang, don't come here without any problems."

Sure enough, it was Tai Fu Cui Hong. Yang Feng's heart that had been mentioned for a long time finally returned. He didn't care about the revenge of the gangsters. Chunyu Xiao and Cui Hong were all he could not forget. Now, he finally caught one of them in time.

"Yang has been here for a long time, and I want to say a few words to the Taifu. If the Taifu is willing to listen, maybe you and I can return to the capital hand in hand. If he is not willing to listen—"

"how?"

"Yang is willing to splash blood on the spot with the Taifu."

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