Behind the guard, a young general wearing silver-gray armor was followed. His skin was slightly dark due to the wind and sun, and his chin was short and hard. Although his eyes were a little blue, he was also energetic. He was not someone else, but Xu Lan.

Chen Zetang waved his hand at him and asked Chen Rong in a deep voice: "Where is Qingfeng now?"

Chen Rong replied: "I went to ask him about the whereabouts of Miss Tang last night, and he said that he would go to Qinglong Mountain to see it today."

Chen Zetang pursed his lips and thought for a while, and ordered him to invite Tang Tongzhang. After Chen Rong retreated, he looked at Xu Lan with a calm eyes.

Xu Lan strode forward to greet him, after a few greetings, she couldn't wait to ask: "Where is Fengjiu now? Is she looking forward to my coming?"

Chen Zetang said: "I have received the news that you led your generals to come. I have to go up to the city tower three times every morning, noon and evening."

Xu Lan couldn't even hold her smile: "It's noon now, why haven't she seen her on the city tower? I don't know where to stay lazy. I'll catch her back!" I got up and said goodbye.

"You don't need to go again." Chen Zetang paused the teacup on the table: "I can't find her even if I go."

Xu Lan was slightly stunned. When he heard that his tone was no longer normal and his face was serious and solemn, his heart suddenly became sank, and he had an ominous premonition: "What's wrong with Fengjiu?"

Chen Zetang was about to speak, but heard a sound of footsteps in the corridor. Tang Tongzhang lifted the curtain into the room and asked respectfully: "Geor Chen is here to find the official, but I don't know what's going on?"

Chen Zetang was not happy and angry, and pointed at Xu Lan to introduce him to General Xu, "This is General Xu who was ordered to go to Jiaoguo to quell civil strife and returned triumphantly, and the son of Duke Liang Xu Ling." He turned to Xu Lan and said, "This is Tang Tongzhang, the prefect of Yingtian."

Tang Tongzhang shocked Xu Ling's power. Although his rank is higher than Xu Lan, he did not dare to neglect him. He took the initiative to come forward and greet Xu Lan. After a few words, the two of them sat down again.

Chen Zetang was straight to the point: "The assassin of the 'Eagle Heaven Alliance' was suspected of occupying Qinglong Mountain. The commander Chen Huan and Feng Shunyu, a senior student, entered the secret door of Prajna Temple in Chen Shi, and never appeared again. Chen Rong followed him all the way, fearing that they would change inside, so he had to return the letter of return first. "He paused and asked Tang Tongzhang: "According to the rhetoric of all parties these days, Miss Tang must have been captured by Hu Si into Qinglong Mountain. There is so much danger. Can the prefect of the Tang Dynasty have a solution?"

Tang Tongzhang loved his daughter with a deep affection and was helpless: "Qinglong Mountain covers an area of ​​ten thousand hectares, divided into three parts of the south, middle and north. The woods are lush and vines are lingering, and wild animals are noisy. Except for collecting herbs, woodcutters and hunting, there are few traces of people. If you search the mountains and catch assassins, there will be only a hundred soldiers and officials in the yamen. It will be slim to rescue her (they).”

Chen Zetang remained silent, and Xu Lan frowned and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Tang, give me a terrain map of Nanjing City."

Tang Tongzhang hurriedly ordered people to pick it up. After a moment, Xu Lan shook hands and took a closer look. After a while, he had an idea: "The cliffs in the north and south of Qinglong Mountain are not easy to climb and move forward. The Prajna Temple is built at the foot of the middle mountain, and there is a secret door to enter. I think the assassin will enter and exit from here. In order to facilitate the news, the gathering place will be along the steps to the hillside, and it will not be farther away. Although I don't know how many of them, there are hundreds of soldiers in Yingtian Palace, and I have 200 soldiers and are brave and good at fighting, so I will definitely be able to deal with the mobs."

Chen Zetang listened intently, took the topographic map and looked at it, "What Yuan Zhen said is reasonable. Send fifty soldiers first from the secret door of Prajna Temple, beat gongs and drums and shout loudly to create momentum. You lead your troops into the city. I think it is known that if you can't stand it, you will definitely flee everywhere. The exit of Prajna Temple is blocked. You must go down the mountain from three paths to the east. The remaining troops are guarding three teams at the foot of the mountain. Do not light the torch, do not make a sound, hold the troops and wait for the turtle in the jar."

Xu Lan stood up and bowed and reported: "It's not time to go, and it's time to wait. I asked for the order to lead the troops and immediately go to Qinglong Mountain to encircle and suppress the rebels."

Chen Zetang looked out the window, the black clouds were pressing against the top, and the thunderstorm was shaking the courtyard, making it green, red and thin. He shook his head and ordered: "You should take the soldiers to wash, eat, drink and rest first, wait for the You hour to nourish their spirits before gathering."

"But..." Xu Lan hesitated, and there were two hours left by You hour. What should Feng Shunyu do if he had a mistake!

Chen Zetang saw through his thoughts and said slowly: "My heart is as anxious as a burn, it will only be more serious than you. But a gentleman should try to calm his eyes and be careful not to move his intestines lightly. The more dangerous and evil land we are, the more we should prescribe a prescription for a doctor, use impatience to control the cold and use quiet to overcome heat, so that we can all the wind and rain in our hands, and there will be no progress in the world."

Xu Lan calmed down and did not argue hard, but said goodbye and left. Tang Tongzhang also retreated.

Chen Zetang raised his hand and rubbed the fatigue between his eyebrows. A gust of wind blew out the candlelight, and the room was very quiet.

Hearing his heart beat violently, he couldn't help but sigh. The truth is always easy to tell, but he actually didn't seem calm as he looked on.

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First, the wind swept the remaining clouds, the rain dripped, and the wind stopped at dusk, and a crescent moon hangs on the tops.

Xu Lan led his troops to hide in the shadows of the trees at the foot of the mountain. The lights were not burning, and everything was silent.

Looking at the Qinglong Mountain from afar, the camphor trees are lush, the ancient pines are bent, and the lonely crows are flying around the clouds. Sometimes, the sound of apes and tigers are roaring and shaking through the valley, making people feel the heart crunch.

Chen Zetang met Chen Huan halfway, and heard him telling Qing heads and tails, without hesitation, and told Xu Lan a few words, and then he and Chen Huan got on their horses and went up the mountain along a muddy path. They rushed to the mountain and heard a disgusting pungent smell coming to their faces. They tore off their sleeves to cover their mouths and noses, and then shot them. They saw broken walls and ruins, covered with ashes, and still had open flames scattered and burning.

Chen Zetang turned over and got off the horse, walked closer to check, and could vaguely identify the burnt corpses stacked up, some lying on, some lying in a row, some squid into a ball, some slid their arms, and some slid their arms, and they couldn't bear to go to the front. He broke the branches and walked between them, raising the torch with one hand to explore them.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Chen Huan's face was completely blood-colored, and he was deeply trapped in self-blame and guilt. He blamed him for being too careless at the time, so how could he believe Feng Sheng's words and let him face the jackals, tigers and leopards alone, but he left!

A white-faced scholar was a man with no power to tie a chicken, and at least he had martial arts skills. Even if he died in battle, he would be much more comfortable than at this time.

Thinking of his handsome and smart smile, he always makes him look stingy and dislikes him, and he looks clever and charming.

I just tasted the spring picture album together yesterday. There are so many things I haven't read. Today, I'm separated by heaven and man... I feel sad and sad in my heart.

"Feng Sheng, where are you? I, Chen Huan, are sorry to you!" He wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and the moon in the sky was hazy, and he couldn't help but shout with his neck down.

"Shut up!" Chen Zetang shouted fiercely, and the ghost shouted and annoyed me so much.

Looking around, he suddenly saw a black camphor tree branch wrapped around a piece of red silk, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!