"Bai Qi, I sent you here to tell you something. Your father secretly met with the bandits of the world and intended to assassinate Commander Zuo. The imperial guards found out that he has... alas!" Wu Shu did not finish his words, and finally sighed.
He took a breath, turned his face and pointed at the lying body.
Yan Yucong's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless. She turned her neck stiffly and looked around, with disbelief on her face. She slowly knelt down and lifted the white cloth with trembling hands, revealing a face full of blood.
Yan Yucong's face trembled, as if he was struck by lightning, and his mind suddenly went blank.
Yan Chongshan was originally the commander of the military and horse capital of Hejian Prefecture. After the fall of that place, he surrendered to the Jin Kingdom and was entrusted with important tasks. Even his daughter Yan Yucong was selected by Wushu into his Tianluo.
For two or three years, father and daughter have been regarded as confidants of the fourth prince Wu Shu, but Yan Yucong never expected that his father was just pretending to surrender and secretly had contacts with people in the world. Even she
The daughter doesn’t even know.
Yan Yucong stared blankly at her father's face. There was no sparkle in her eyes, only a dead gray color. Perhaps she was overly sad, and for a moment she actually forgot to shed tears.
Wu Shu did not bother her, and just watched all of this quietly. After a while, Yan Yucong finally made some movement. He raised his hand and gently closed his father's eyes. There was no joy or sorrow on his face, only a gray and dull look. Wu Shu thought in his mind,
He sighed softly and said: "I know that this matter has nothing to do with you, but no matter what, you can no longer stay in Tianluo Hall. I think of you and my master and servant. Before this matter is known to the commander-in-chief, you...
…Oh, let’s go back.”
Yan Yucong paused and raised his head mechanically: "Go back? Where else can I go back?"
Wu Shu said: "Since your father is dead, I will no longer pursue him. Even if you...even if you return to Song Dynasty, I will not blame you."
Yan Yucong still looked at her father's face blankly, and didn't reply for a long time. Returning to the Song Dynasty? She no longer had any relatives in the Song Dynasty, who could she find when she went back? At this moment, she felt despair. She looked up at her only relative in the world, the one who loved her the most.
's father died.
At this moment, she didn't know what she was going to do. She was just a woman, and she had grown up in the Kingdom of Jin since she was a girl. Who was her hometown, Song or Jin, had become a vague concept. Her father died, and he died in the hands of the Jin people.
, but the cause was the Song people. Should she seek revenge from the Jin people or the Song people? Yan Yucong was at a loss.
"What am I still alive for? What are I still alive for..." Yan Yucong thought about death and wanted to follow her father, but at this moment, a smirking face suddenly appeared in her mind.
Xu Zizhen! The man who took his body by force in Taiyuan City.
For some reason, Yan Yucong's heart trembled violently, and a strange emotion came to her mind. Her right hand was retracted in the sleeve of her sleeve and she caressed her lower abdomen quietly. This movement was so subtle that even Wu Shu could not detect it.
Wu Shu put a small package on the table and sighed: "Remembering the past, I will give you a hundred gold, bury your father properly and then go back."
Although he pretended to have a helpless and sad look on his face, he had already made up his mind. Yan Yucong was indeed a talented person, but her father pretended to surrender and secretly communicated with Tianxiahui. Although there was no evidence that she was involved.
Among them, we can't keep her anymore, but now we still need to test it again to see if she knows anything or has contact with someone in Song Dynasty.
But to his surprise, Yan Yucong shook his head, gently covered his father's white cloth, without even looking at the bundle on the table, and said sadly: "Yucong is homeless, so
Wu Yan will stay in Tianluo Hall, and His Highness’s grace will be engraved in my heart.”
Wu Shu frowned: "Then where do you want to go?"
Yan Yucong lowered her eyes and took a look at her old father's body. Two lines of tears finally flowed down her face. She suddenly raised her skirt and knelt down on the ground: "Yucong thanks Your Highness for your kindness in cultivating me. I don't dare to ask for any more rewards. I am no longer Song Dynasty."
There is no talk of returning to the Song Dynasty. Yu Cong only wants to find a quiet place in the mountains to bury my father and keep him alive for the rest of his life. I ask Your Highness to do it." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell down deeply.
Wu Shu's brows widened. He could see that Yan Yucong was really disheartened. He didn't seem to be colluding with the Song Dynasty or the Tianxiahui. In this case, it would be easier to handle.
"Okay, as long as I grant you permission, you can go ahead."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness, Yu Cong will retire."
Yan Yucong took his father's body and retreated. The tent became quiet again, but soon the curtain moved again and a figure flashed in.
As if Wu Shu knew who was coming in, he said without raising his head: "When she leaves the city, find a place to deal with her. Don't let anyone see her."
"I obey." The man responded, raised his head, and revealed an old face full of wrinkles. A glint in his eyes revealed that he was Mo Jingxia, who had escaped from Xu Zizhen's hands several times.
…
On a small road in the north of Damingfu City, a carriage was driving slowly. The driver was a woman, wearing linen clothes and a black veil, completely covering her face. There was no one else in the car, only a coffin, and
The driver was Yan Yucong who had just come out of Daming Mansion.
The sky was very gloomy and it was about to rain, but Yan Yucong was not in a hurry and just pretended to be distracted.
Although she was extremely sad, she still understood better than anyone else that with the secrecy of Tianluotang, how could she withdraw so easily? And based on her understanding of Wushu, it was absolutely impossible for her to truly escape intact.
of.
On the right side of the road is the canal dug by the front. The river is wide and the water is fast. Perhaps due to the weather, there is not a single ship on the river.
The raindrops finally fell. There were sporadic drops at first, and soon they turned into dense raindrops. The raindrops in autumn were not heavy, but they were disturbing, cold and lingering, and they blocked the sight of those who were on the road.
The black gauze on Yan Yucong's face was soon soaked by the rain. She gently raised her bare hands to take off the veil and picked up a bamboo hat from the side of the carriage. Just when she was about to put on the bamboo hat, she suddenly heard something in her ears.
A clear, sharp sound broke through the air. She was startled and turned around subconsciously.
With a bang, a gleaming dart grazed her lower back and drove into the carriage door frame.
Yan Yucong turned over his hand and drew out his long sword, jumped to the car and looked coldly into the forest on the roadside: "Old ghost Chi Yi, come out."
"Hehe, I really thought you were too sad and confused. It turned out that you were just pretending. Your Highness can see clearly."
As a strange laugh like a night owl sounded, a figure walked out of the forest, limping. It was the mysterious old ghost Mo Jingxia, the leader of Tianluo Chitang.