"What medicine is this guy selling in his gourd?" Pan Zhuqing had no expression on his face, but he was already muttering secretly in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Changyuan took a step towards him with an expressionless face, and said in a very calm tone: "Donor, how are you doing?" This small move of his could be regarded as thrilling to the whole Pan family.
.Almost all the guards gripped the hilts of their knives tightly and followed him a step forward. They were afraid that he would suddenly make a move and cause their master to lose something. Even though he didn't seem to have even a piece of iron on his body.
Pan Zhuqing actually calmed down at this moment. He thought to himself that now, whether Zhao Changyuan is a demon or a Buddha, he has to face him head on. After all, he has done so many things and detained his children. This is what he is waiting for.
one day.
So he also took a step closer to Zhao Changyuan, looked into his eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, general. Since the general is free to visit my house today, why don't you follow me into the house for a chat?"
Zhao Changyuan said nothing, only nodded slightly to show his agreement.
Pan Zhuqing made a gesture to the guards, and the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a long and narrow path for Pan and Zhao.
However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, nothing is more beautiful than the two people sitting in the pavilion at this moment. One is in gorgeous clothes and belt, and he is majestic. The other is in a blue shirt and cloth shoes, and is otherworldly. No matter whether you look at it from a distance or up close, they are as beautiful as the people in the painting.
Pan Zhuqing was good at striking first when fighting against others. But this time his opponent was Zhao Changyuan, and he decided to change his strategy. Because he had studied Zhao Changyuan's way of doing things, mainly in terms of tactics. There was basically no fixed routine at all, and he liked to win by surprise and use eccentric swordsmanship.
When fighting against such a person, instead of trying to take control of the initiative by all your efforts, it is better to stay calm and take advantage of the situation to have a greater chance of winning.
After nearly an incense stick of silence, Zhao Changyuan finally spoke slowly: "I remember that there is a pavilion like this in your mansion in Luoyang."
Pan Zhuqing reminisced along with his words. Suddenly he remembered the scene where he and Gong Yueyue had a very happy conversation in the pavilion of Luoyang Mansion on a beautiful moonlit night. For a moment, he felt a little sad from the bottom of his heart.
And sigh. "The deceased is gone, but the ones who suffer are still the living."
When Zhao Changyuan heard this, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his calm and indifferent face. "You are right, so people should cherish their loved ones more while they are alive, so as not to regret losing them again."
After saying that, he took out two small objects from his wide lapel and placed them on the stone table in front of Pan Zhuqing.
Although it was dark, Pan Zhuqing recognized the origin of these two items at a glance. One was Pan Yu's snuff bottle, and the other was the sapphire bracelet of nanny Xu Mama. Although these two items were not valuable treasures, they were too precious.
Personal belongings of the teacher and Xu’s mother.
"What do you want?" Pan Zhuqing tried his best to stay calm, but the panic flashing in his eyes could deceive others, but it could not deceive Zhao Changyuan who was standing right in front of him.
The smile gradually faded from Zhao Changyuan's face. "What I want is just a fair conversation."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Zhuqing immediately raised his hand and called Xue Jiu.
"What are your orders, young master?"
"Send the two children to the Yang Mansion."
Master Jiu was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Zhao Changyuan's Zhao-like expression, then at Pan Zhuqing's slightly solemn expression, and finally resigned.
After a brief silence, Pan Zhuqing looked at the innocent and innocent look of the pretty-faced monk sitting across from him. He felt angry and amused, and couldn't help but sneer at him in a cold voice: "You really made me look at the monks with admiration today.
"
Zhao Changyuan curled up into a faint smile: "Donors always like to threaten the lives of close relatives, but have you ever thought about karma?"
This sentence left the eloquent Pan Zhuqing speechless. He sighed inwardly that he had never found this pretty boy to be so eloquent before. If you talk about Buddha to him, he will return the theory of cause and effect to you. He seems to be doing justice for heaven.
...
"Now that we're talking about it, we don't have to beat around the bush anymore." Pan Zhuqing decided to open up the skylight and speak frankly.
"The donor is right. You and I have known each other for many years, and we are well aware of our grudges. There is really no need to be polite and hypocritical." Zhao Changyuan took off his bamboo hat and placed it on the stone table, making his face and expression appear clearer and calmer.
Then, he still said in a calm tone: "Now that I have converted to Buddhism, I have put aside all my past grudges."
Pan Zhuqing raised his eyebrows curiously. "So, could it be that the general came to my house just to reminisce about old times?"
Zhao Changyuan looked at him steadily, his clear eyes like the only pair of stars in the night sky. "I came here today because I actually have something to ask for. I also hope that the donor will give me a helping hand."
Pan Zhuqing thought there was something wrong with his ears, so he just remained silent for a long time. He couldn't recover from his words for a long time. Did this pretty boy take the wrong medicine? At this time, instead of going to his father-in-law and his family, Pan Zhuqing came to see him.
Asking for help? What kind of thinking is this to hug the enemy's thigh when a disaster is approaching?
But... Pan Zhuqing thought about it carefully, this kid is by no means simple. Just half an hour after he arrived, he was forced to throw down his armor and let go of the hostages. There is no telling what kind of conspiracy this time is.
Trick. In short, you can't underestimate the enemy, you have to deal with it carefully.
But Pan Zhuqing was Pan Zhuqing after all. Even though Bo Yun was confused and clueless at the moment, he quickly responded in his most calm and rational way: "If there is anything I can do to help the general, please let the general know."
"I want to ask the donor to rescue the Zhao family." Zhao Changyuan said calmly, "and then execute me."
An understatement, just a dozen words, and like thunder rolling past, leaving Pan Zhuqing speechless. After a long while, he gave a forced laugh and said: "Are you kidding me? I'm just a mere idiot.
How can a censor official be so capable of rescuing the Zhao family?"
Zhao Changyuan also chuckled and said with a firm tone: "I believe that things in this world can only happen if you don't want to. Without you, we can't."
"You really think highly of me." Pan Zhuqing shook his head helplessly and smiled. He stood up and walked to the pavilion, hoping that the cool night breeze would make him wake up and be more awake. He needed a clear enough brain to deal with Zhao Changyuan.
The puzzle was thrown to him. After a long while, he turned around and asked: "Can you please tell me why I want to help you?"
"Open the door, open the door!"
The door of Mr. Pan's house was beaten loudly. The housekeeper Fang Zhiwen, wearing a robe, opened the door sleepily. "Who is it? It's the middle of the night, don't let people sleep?"
Before he could finish his yawn, the person outside the door had already pushed him away and rushed into the door. He stood firm and took a closer look at the person's back, only to realize that it was Yin Liang who had returned.
The evil young man and his wife were also awakened by the unexpected knock on the door. When the evil young man put on a robe and opened the door, they met Yin Liang head-on.
"Second Young Master, something serious has happened!"
Yin Liang rarely showed such a panic. The evil young man was startled and asked uneasily: "Is it possible that something happened to my two nephews?"
Yin Liang shook his head: "General Zhao went to the young master's house!"
Hearing this answer, the evil young man's heart froze: "Did he cause trouble?" He wouldn't have bloodbathed Pan's house, right?
Yin Liang shook his head again and said: "No. The eldest young master has imprisoned the general and is taking him to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment!"
At this time, the evil young man's heart was completely cold. He was stunned for a long time and did not recover.
Du Ruotong also ran out with his clothes on. She heard everything Yin Liang said. "Ah? What should I do?"
"I'll go to Kaifeng immediately." After saying that, the evil young man turned around and went into the house to pack his luggage.
Ruotong asked while helping, "Do you want to tell Yueyue?"
The evil young man blurted out: "No."
But he immediately changed his mind: "Tell her, let her be mentally prepared. We have to prepare for the worst."
Du Ruotong asked uneasily: "What... what is the worst plan?"
"The prison of the Ministry of Punishment." When he said this, the evil young man did not even have the courage to look into Du Ruotong's eyes. Her panic, fear and worry would make him feel very distressed.
Walking to the door of the house, Yin Liang was still waiting there: "I'll go with you."
"Yes." The bad boy responded, turned around and hugged Ruotong tightly, then picked up his bags and got ready to hit the road.
As soon as he took a few steps, Du Ruotong caught up with him, hugged him from behind, and called out in a tearful tone: "Ms. sir!"
The evil young man pulled her into his arms, touched her hair, and said softly: "I have to do this, the big white goose is kind to me."
Ruotong hid her face on the evil young man's chest, not wanting him to see her tears and reluctance at this moment: "Mr.... You must come back... I'll wait for you."
The evil young man kissed the top of her head hard and said solemnly: "I promise you, I will definitely bring back the big white goose and return it to Yueyue, and I will definitely bring myself back to you."
Xue Jiu stood guard outside the door, yawning all day long. He knew that Pan Zhuqing would only behave in such autistic manner when encountering non-Zhao troublesome events. But just like before, no one knew what he was thinking now.
What, what to consider.
From Pan's Mansion to Dalao, Pan Zhuqing treated Zhao Changyuan very politely. He was said to be escorting him, but he was not even given shackles.
Xue Jiu felt strange at the time and even asked him more: "After all, he is a prisoner of the imperial court. Even if he is not shackled, he must be tied with a hemp rope, right?"
Pan Zhuqing said: "Forget it. Just think of it as giving the last bit of respect to General Zhao."
Master Jiu looked at him in disbelief, and for the first time, he saw a hint of emotion in the other person's eyes that he had never seen before, but it was fleeting.
Zhao Changyuan was calm and fearless from beginning to end. In the carriage heading to the Ministry of Justice, he opened the window and kept looking out the window. The scenery on the street was illuminated by the torches in the hands of the soldiers on both sides of the carriage. Zhao Changyuan looked at one piece after another with rapt attention.
The signs, the doors and windows one after another, the eyes calm and gentle, how do they look like a prisoner with a capital crime?
At that time, Pan Zhuqing was sitting opposite him, sometimes looking at him thoughtfully, sometimes absently looking out the window. Suddenly he asked: "I have known you for more than 20 years, but I still don't know where your ancestral home is?" (To be completed.)