As the sun set, the old birds flew home. The evening bell rang in the temple, and it was time for the monks to eat fast. A woodcutter returned from selling firewood in the city, strode past Cifu Temple, and sang at the top of his lungs a song he learned somewhere
The little song came: "You are my little apple, I can never love you too much..."
There were shouts of "Ahhhhh--" coming from the temple, as if someone was stretching. Then he heard the man say: "Master, I'm not going to fast. I'm going to the city for a walk. I'll probably come back quite late."
Another voice full of energy hummed: "You are young and you should save some energy! Don't let the goblins suck it dry."
The man said: "Can you always think of people? I only went out for a night in a few days, and I didn't go out every night. Besides, there is not even a hint of meat in the temple, and there is nothing like a bird in my mouth."
After a while, a young man wore a very sexy begonia red brocade robe, rode a tall black horse, and walked out from the gate of Cifu Temple in a swagger.
Chenzhou has not closed its city gates since seven or eight years ago. Cifu Temple is on the outskirts of the city. It is dusk now and there is no one on the road. The woodcutter who just sang was leaning on the roadside and saw young people coming leisurely.
He waved and said: "Little General Yang, can you change into clothes that are not embarrassing? I dare not let anyone know that I know you."
The person on the horse was Yang An, who had been missing for several months. He hummed: "What do you know? The brighter the clothes, the happier the pink hair will be. It looks like someone who has been taken advantage of. The happier the clothes, the deeper the impression."
"Then the bright red one you wear is more vivid." The woodcutter said with disgust on his face, "You look like a bridegroom."
Yang An smiled and asked: "May I ask who you are? How did you find this place?"
"Liu Ying, from S.H.I.E.L.D., is following King Chen." The woodcutter took out a sign from his arms and threw it to him.
Yang An took it and took a look and shouted: "Falcon! Are you Liu Xiaoqi?"
"That's right." Liu Xiaoqi said with a smile, "I'm not going to compete with you. You can't even beat my nephew."
Yang An looked at the sign with great interest: "Are you familiar with Shi Li? He said that you were an honest boy, but you were led astray by him when you were sixteen or seventeen, and now you are capable of cheating, kidnapping, and stealing."
"Nonsense!" Liu Xiaoqi said, "I am a bookstore owner, a polite and serious businessman. He can do anything in food, drink, whoring and gambling. Don't look at what he did in Nanyang. He was forced to
It's helpless. In the early years, no one in the capital didn't recognize her."
Yang An laughed heartily: "I'll tell Lord Mu when I get back!"
It was getting darker and darker now, and there was no one around. Liu Xiaoqi looked for a moment and pointed at the big stone on the roadside and said, "Sit down and talk." The two of them sat on the stone, and Liu Xiaoqi asked Yang An as he passed by.
As everyone guessed, Yang An was actually found by Monk Jianru after he left Huancai Pavilion. The monk lied to him and said that he had a lot of money to make. Yang An didn't believe it, so he left. The monk suddenly took action to arrest Yang An.
He was stunned. Instead of being afraid, Yang An shouted cheerfully: "No, you sneak attack! Let's compete again!" The monk then competed with him five times and won every time. Then he asked him if he "convinced". Yang An was smiling all over his face.
, "I'm convinced!"
The monk took him to a secluded place and said solemnly: "I have something very important for this poor monk, which concerns the country, the country, and the country. The young general is willing to help."
Yang An was startled and pointed to the ground: "The country of Yan? I'm from Nanyang."
The monk said: "China's Sheji. Isn't the young general also from his own country? He is naturally Chinese."
Yang An said disapprovingly: "China has been divided into dozens of pieces."
The monk said: "The time when Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty was much more chaotic than it is now."
Yang An blinked and thought for a long time: "It seems so..."
"Then the Han Dynasty will be revived?" The monk said seductively, "Little general, do you want to be remembered in history?"
Yang An seemed to be tempted, and immediately said: "No! Liu Xiuna is the posthumous son of Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty, a serious prince, protected by dragon energy. Otherwise, he may not be Wang Mang's opponent."
The monk asked curiously: "Where did you hear that Liu Xiun was the posthumous son of Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty?"
Yang Anli said confidently: "Listen to the comment! His mother, the Queen Mother, gave birth to him and asked some loyal minister to hide him in a food box and take him out."
The monk laughed dumbly: These storytellers are really good at arranging. He then said casually: "It's not like there is no Liu Xiu now." Yang An tilted his mouth and looked at him without saying a word. The monk whispered, "You know, Ru Gong
The saint in the story is a stand-in, and the real saint has quietly escaped."
Yang An was startled: "Ah?! How is that possible!"
"It's absolutely true." The monk sighed, "It is not that there are no loyal people in our dynasty. There are very few people who have seen the true face of the saint. Now King Yan has been ill for many years, and Jia Cong doesn't know what the saint looks like." Yang An still didn't dare.
I believe it, but I have been slightly tempted. The monk sighed again, "There are so many mediocre people in this world, but heroes are rare. If a young general is willing to sacrifice his life for peace, a poor monk will not force it."
Yang An immediately said: "Who cares about life for peace! I have never been afraid of death!"
The monk clapped his hands: "Okay! The saint has gained the little general, and he will be even more powerful, and great things will be accomplished!" Yang An was stunned: he hasn't agreed yet! The monk looked at him and said, "Could it be that the little general wants to regret it?" He showed contempt.
"That's alright. There are so many unfaithful people in the world. If you regret it, just regret it."
Yang An blurted out: "Who regretted it!" He didn't agree at all...
The monk said: "Since he has never regretted it, why is the young general so thoughtful?"
Yang An argued: "I was thinking, the Forbidden City is heavily guarded, how could the saint escape. It's unlikely."
The monk smiled and said: "I was thinking about this, but it was the poor monk who was abrupt and wrongly blamed the young general. The poor monk was trying to help the young general."
Yang An was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "It's not my fault, Master, I was distracted."
The monk pulled Yang An close to him and said mysteriously: "Actually, it is not difficult for a saint to leave the palace. He can come out in the early years. But without the help of good ministers, it is useless to go out. Besides, wasn't King Yan still there at that time? I'm afraid
He couldn't escape from the capital. Later, a father-in-law found a righteous man for the saint outside the palace. He looked very similar to the saint, and he was willing to be the substitute for the saint, so he came out in his place."
Yang An opened his eyes wide: "Is it so easy to get in and out of the palace?"
The monk said: "You want to know how to get in and out of the palace?"
Yang An nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I think!"
The monk whispered: "Authentic." Yang An's eyes suddenly opened wider and he was very excited. The monk said, "Now General Yang is one of his own. If you want to know, the poor monk can tell you."
"Seriously?!" Yang An's eyes flashed, "Can you tell me?"
"Come here." The monk then whispered and detailed where there was an underground tunnel in the palace, how to get in, how to go, and where the exit was. After hearing this, Yang An was ready to move. The monk laughed, "I heard that the young general has a military department to help him.
What kind of pass can I get into the Forbidden City? Why not try it yourself?"
Yang An thought for a while and said to the monk: "When we first met, the master told me such an important secret. It shows how sincere I am. I will be grateful from the bottom of my heart."
The monk patted him on the shoulder: "Most young people are curious. Besides, the saints have come out, so the tunnel doesn't matter anymore."
Yang An thought for a while: "Hey, I'm going to buy a few boxes of snacks and give them to the father-in-laws in the palace to try. Isn't that a good excuse?"
The monk smiled and said, "Even if it's a bit silly, it's okay."
Yang An jumped on his horse and went to buy snacks. The monk was still following him in the dark, and Yang An still pretended not to notice. He took advantage of the latrine to hide his dagger and musket in the snack box, and Yang An headed for the Forbidden City. He
I thought, there are many people in the museum who work overtime, so I can just leave it to whoever I want. I didn't want to meet He Xiaonan outside. So I forced some snacks to others, and walked in through the Donghua Gate with my pass. He
He was originally very skilled in martial arts and knew the way, so he found the entrance to the tunnel as the monk said and got in. The monk followed him until he entered the tunnel.
Yang An guessed that the monk would have to use his feet and the bright light outside to rush to the exit, so he deliberately walked slowly and leisurely. As expected, when he walked out of the tunnel, the monk sat cross-legged in front of him like a Bodhisattva. Yang An was shocked and said: "Master, why are you here! I'm scared.
I jumped."
The monk recited the Buddha's name: "Wait for the young general. Otherwise, where will you find the poor monk?"
Yang An thought: "That's right..." Then he pretended to have been tricked into boarding the pirate ship and joined the gang.
Many days later, Yang An asked the monk how he dared to tell him such an important matter when they met for the first time. Aren't you afraid that he would go to the Ministry of War to report it? The monk said proudly: "How can I catch a big fish like you without heavy bait? If you go
If you tell a secret, you will no longer be able to survive in front of the military department. Besides, the tunnel is really useless." He sighed and said, "Xiang Dai Quan in the Ming Palace has surrendered to the traitor."
Yang An joined the group and lived in a small courtyard in the north of the city. He immediately learned that they had very few manpower. Apart from the monk Jianru, they only had one eunuch named Guo, and about 200 strong men recruited from the mountains were placed outside the city.
, nothing. After staying for three days, Yang An was thinking that a few shrimps were not worth the general's waste of energy, so he might as well go back. Then Eunuch Guo ran into the house from outside and shouted in surprise: "Found it! Found it!"
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Jian Ru hurriedly stepped forward: "Found it?!"
"Found it!" Eunuch Guo took out a piece of tissue paper from his pocket and handed it to Jianru, his arm trembling slightly.
Jianru took it and looked at it, and was overjoyed: "I found it! God will never destroy the Situ family!"
Yang An hurriedly approached: "What did you find? You two are so happy."
Jian Ru immediately hid the tissue paper in his arms and smiled: "I can't show you this thing."
Yang An snorted: "I don't even care to watch it!"
Jianru smiled from ear to ear: "With this, you don't have to complain about not being able to recruit good soldiers."
"Ah?" Yang An didn't want to leave. "Why do you love things so much?" Jian Ru smiled and didn't answer.
At midnight that night, Monk Jianru quietly went out and did not know what he was doing, and did not come back until dawn the next day. The group immediately became rich. Yang An immediately guessed that the place where money was hidden must be drawn on the thin paper.
He just didn’t know whose money it was. Besides, he hadn’t figured out the origins of these two people yet, so he continued to stay. Now that he had money, it would be much easier to recruit people. However, only Yang An joined the gang before he got the money.
Eunuch Guo and Jianru valued him the most.
Then one day, Jianru suddenly said he wanted to leave Beijing. Yang An asked him where he was going. Jianru thought for a while and sighed: "The only way is to go to Chen State first."
Not long after, Eunuch Guo brought a young man in his twenties to the small courtyard, and asked everyone to kneel down and worship him, saying that he was a saint. When Yang An took a look, the saint's face was full of panic, and Eunuch Guo's eyes were filled with violence. He probably did not join the pirate ship voluntarily.
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That night, Eunuch Guo and Jian Ru were arguing in the next room, and Yang An leaned close to the window to eavesdrop. Eunuch Guo did not want to go to King Chen, and opened his eyes and shed tears, saying that he "took the prince's blood letter by force, and the Za family would rather die."
I'd like to ask him." Yang An was quite excited when he heard him. All his thoughts about coming to Jianru were on his head. He couldn't easily notice himself, so he held his breath and leaned closer to his ear. Then he heard Jianru say: "What King Chen said
It makes sense. The world is so big, how can you send it here by yourself? How long will it take?"
Eunuch Guo said: "I promised the princes that I will personally deliver it to every prince."
"Anyway, King Chen will send someone to deliver the message to each prince, and his person also made it clear that it was our prince who sent you to deliver the message. He did not take all the credit. Didn't I follow his people through the two countries?
They didn’t lie to take credit.”
"He said he was not lying when he said that I suddenly fell seriously ill in Chen Guo? His people delivered the letter for me, so didn't it mean that he was delivering the letter? He just wanted to take away our prince's reputation as the leader of the alliance. Our prince is gone, and he
Even fight for this!" Eunuch Guo snorted coldly in his nostrils, "As expected of that son, he is petty and has no vision."
Jian Ru sighed, "I know he wants to take the credit. But you trapped him that time, didn't you?" He sighed again, "After all, it's all the poor monk's fault. If the poor monk had better martial arts, he could have done it.
Save your father-in-law and don't have to be controlled by others."
Eunuch Guo hurriedly said: "How can you blame my father-in-law? Those soldiers all have muskets. No matter how good my father-in-law is in martial arts, there is nothing he can do."
Jian Ru said: "Therefore, we have absolutely no choice. Your Majesty is a generous person, and I will definitely forgive you. Father-in-law, please stop blaming yourself."
Eunuch Guo obviously didn't listen: "He gave away everything from all the princes, but King Yan and the Little Saint refused to give it away. He was just afraid that Jia Cong would notice it and damage his meticulous work." He spat.
"You're a philistine! I actually wanted to make him the prince back then! How many years would it take for the country to fall into his hands?"
Then Eunuch Guo complained and scolded King Chen. Jian Ru tried to persuade him, and the fuss lasted for a long time. Eunuch Guo acted like a child. After trying to persuade him for most of the night, Eunuch Guo reluctantly agreed to go to the Kingdom of Chen first. He then said: "Master, please wait.
Look! When we have money, he will change his face."
The next day, a group of people packed up and left Beijing. Monk Jianru rode on horseback to clear the way, Eunuch Guo drove the car, and Yang An and the little saint sat in the car. The little saint said nothing, like a wooden man. Yang An originally wanted to chat with him about family matters, but
Seeing this, he had no choice but to give up. He was still far away from the city gate, so the little saint opened the car curtain and stretched his neck to look around. Yang An saw that his head was sweating and thought, he probably didn't know that the car curtain had hooks because he had someone to take care of him.
Yes, he hung it up for him. The little saint looked at him with gratitude.
As soon as the carriage passed the city gate, the little saint actually stretched his head out. Yang An thought he had something to do, but unexpectedly he just stretched out his head. The carriage went out safely. The little saint sat back in the carriage, looking disappointed and disappointed as if he was about to cry.
Yang Ana hesitated for a moment, and then he realized: the emperor was lost. Logically speaking, there must be someone guarding the city gate to check, right? No. No one noticed when he stretched out his head. The emperor was kidnapped like an ordinary young man.