Duan Ling quickly turned around and ran away.

Lang Junxia hurriedly wrapped himself in his outer robe and came out barefoot. Duan Ling's door closed with a "bang".

Lang Junxia pushed the door open and Duan Ling was already lying on the bed and pretending to be asleep. Lang Junxia was amused and laughed and cried. He wrung out the wet cloth towel in front of the basin, threw the outer robe on the ground, and wiped his body naked. Duan Ling opened his eyes and peeked at Lang Junxia's every move. Lang Junxia turned sideways, as if comforting a certain restlessness, and wiped the high and arrogant object with a wet and cold cloth to make it obey.

The pane shows figures.

"I'm sleeping, I can't get over." Lang Junxia whispered.

As the footsteps went away, Duan Ling turned over and faced the wall. After a while, Lang Junxia put on his trousers and got into the quilt. His chest was against Duan Ling's back. Duan Ling turned over, and Lang Junxia raised his hand and let him pillow on his arm. Duan Ling regained his peace of mind and fell asleep in front of Lang Junxia's chest.

Lang Junxia's muscles, body temperature, and pleasant smell made him return to the south in his dream and be hugged in his arms by a hot sun.

It started to drizzle in Xichuan that night, drizzle and overwhelming.

The candlelight reflected the shadows of the pane, illuminating the corridor, two figures slowly walked under the corridor, followed by two guards.

"He will escape by 20,000 troops."

"Don't worry, I have set up a net of heaven and earth to seal Liangzhou Road and Northeast Road. Unless he grows wings, he will never fly to the Xianbei Mountains."

"I said it was inappropriate to give it to them. The guy has been fighting outside the border for many years and is familiar with the terrain. Once he enters the mountains and forests, he will no longer be able to find him!"

"The one above is already stupid and does not care about political affairs. The fourth prince is a sick person again. Since you and I have already taken action, there is no way out. Even if he returns now, he can still be punished for dereliction of duty. General Zhao, isn't he afraid?"

"you!"

The man who was called the "General" was dressed in military uniform and was the mainstay of Southern Chen and the Grand Marshal of the World.

The man walking side by side with him was wearing a crimson purple official robe, and was a first-rank official with an extremely noble status.

The figures of the two were reflected on the screen wall outside the corridor, and they were both in silence. Behind them, two more guards followed, each holding their arms and silent.

There is a tattoo of a white tiger inscription on the neck of the assassin on the left. He wore a hat, blocking half of his face, revealing the curve of the corners of his mouth, and it seems like a smile.

The guard on the right is tall and has a foot of nine feet. He has no exposed parts except his eyes. He also wears gloves and a cloak with his hands, covering his face, and glances with a sharp and sinister look, and is absent-minded.

Zhao Kui said coldly: "We must send someone to intercept him immediately. Now we are in the light and in the dark. There are many dreams in the night, and there are many fears of change."

The noble man replied: "Outside the Jade Bi Pass, there is no longer a place where you and I can transfer troops. The only thing we can do now is to wait for him to appear."

Zhao Kui sighed: "If he defected to the Liao people and returned from borrowing troops, he would probably not be as simple as it is now."

"The Emperor of Liao will not lend him troops." The noble man said: "The South Courtyard has already arranged it, and he will definitely die on the way to Shangjing."

"You think of him too simply." Zhao Kui turned around and faced the wet rain in the courtyard. There was already wind and frost between his temples. He looked at the other person and said word by word:

"There was a bastard under Li Jianhong's command, who was a mixed-race person from the Xianbei and Han people. Although he did not know his name or origin, according to my speculation, he was the man you could not find for a long time. The Xianbei bastard came without a trace, and no one even knew what his name was. It was the last secret chess that Li Jianhong had held in his hand."

"If this is true," the noble man replied, "I believe that Wu Du and Kuraru Jun would probably want to meet him for a while. After all, there are not many people in the world who can become opponents. Have you heard of this person?"

The masked guard behind him replied, "I don't know his name, but only know his person. Some people call him an unknown guest. This person has many bad deeds and is extremely difficult to control. Most of them will not be allowed to be sent by Li Jianhong."

Zhao Kui asked: "What are the bad deeds?"

"Rebellion, killing the master, and betraying his father, and betraying his fellow disciples. The law of nature is not tolerant, he acts ruthlessly and never leaves a living." The masked guard said: "Sa Xue Qingfeng, with a sword, he is talking about him."

"It's normal for an assassin," said the noble man.

"Seal the throat with one sword." The masked guard said in a deep voice: "It means that no one will explain that the assassin's duty is to kill people, but not to kill unnecessary people."

"Even if you kill the wrong person, this guy won't blink." The masked guard said at last.

"If I remember everything I don't remember well," said the noble man: "Li Jianhong must still have a river and mountains in his hands. Having a river and mountains means that this person must also obey his orders."

The masked guard said: "Li Jianhong has the capital of the rivers and mountains, so he can also take this sword and order everyone."

"Forget it." Zhao Kui finally interrupted the conversation.

The backyard was silent again, after a long time:

"Wu Du." Zhao Kui said.

The guard wearing a hat behind him responded.

"Go tonight." Zhao Kui said: "Go back day and night until you find Li Jianhong. Don't do it after you find it. I will send someone to you. After the matter is done, be sure to bring his sword and head back to me."

The guard's mouth raised slightly, bowed his hand and turned around and left.

The carriage left the alley outside the back door of the General's Mansion, and the wet stone road still reflected the lights in the distance.

"Have you ever seen the Qingfeng Sword?" asked the noble man's voice.

"All those who have seen the Qingfeng Sword are dead." The masked guard thoughtfully, slammed the horse whip and drove the noble man to the road.

"From what you see." The noble man leaned on the brocade bed in the car and said casually: "How about Wu Du compared to that unknown guest?"

The masked guard replied: "Wu Du has concerns, Wu Mingke has no concern. Wu Du's concern is that he is competitive, cannot lose, and cannot let go, while Wu Mingke has no concern."

"No concern?" said the noble man.

"A person who has no concern or has no concern is a competent assassin." The masked guard said lightly: "If you want to take human life, you must first let go of your life. Once you have a long love for your children, the assassin will unconsciously love your body and cherish your life, and dare not use up all your life, so he will be defeated. It is said that the nameless guest has no relatives, and killing people is not for fame or reward. Perhaps killing people is just a hobby for him, so he is slightly better than martial arts."

The noble man asked again: "How about you compare to Wu Du?"

The masked guard Youran said, "I hope to fight him once."

"It's a pity that there is no chance." said the noble man gracefully.

The masked guard did not answer.

"So, how do you compare with Li Jianhong?" the man asked nonsense again.

"Dynamic!"

The masked guard stopped the horses, unveiled the curtains, and asked the man to come down. There was a lantern with the surname "Mu" hanging outside the door of the mansion.

Prime Minister of the Southern Chen Dynasty: Mu Kuangda.

"Subordinates, Wu Du, Wumingke and Zheng Yan join forces." The masked guard replied: "May be expected to fight the third prince."

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and after a snowy scene in Beijing, the jade-painted pavilion was built. The courtyard of Qionghua was like a fairyland. The maid brought breakfast and said, "Madam, please go and talk after the meal."

"No need." Lang Junxia replied, "There are still some things today. After lingering for a long time, it will be inconvenient. I will reply to Mrs. Qing for me, which is enough to feel warm."

The maid left, and Duan Ling asked again: "Are we going shopping?"

Lang Junxia nodded and said, "Don't talk too much when going out."

Duan Ling nodded, thinking about what he seemed to disturb Lang Junxia last night, but he didn't know what he was doing in the next room and did not dare to speak randomly. Fortunately, Lang Junxia seemed to have forgotten about that, and after breakfast, he and Duan Ling still went out of the back alley with him.

A carriage was parked outside, and the curtains were rolled up, and Ding Zhi was sitting inside. Ding Zhi said, "I have only lived for one night, where are you going? Didn't you say you wouldn't leave after staying there? Come up."

Lang Junxia held Duan Ling's hand, as if he was hesitating, but Duan Ling took Lang Junxia's hand and wanted to leave.

Lang Junxia replied to the car: "I dare not bother you, there are still some things to do now."

Ding Zhi had to give up, and Lang Junxia took Duan Ling to the downtown area. Duan Ling was so confused that he was on the way. At that time, Shangjing was the distribution center of goods in the entire north. The three cities and forty-one Hu tribes outside the pass were all bartered here. When the birthday of the Empress Dowager of the Great Liao Dynasty was approaching, the envoy of the Southern Chen came to congratulate him, and the city was full of sugar dolls, antiques, mountain delicacies, hairpins and powders...

Duan Ling wanted to eat everything when he saw it, but what he wanted to taste the most was the donkey that was greedy in Shangzi back then. Lang Junxia first made two clothes for Duan Ling, and then went to the Bimo store to buy all the four treasures of the study.

"Do you know how to write?" Duan Ling asked curiously.

The shopkeeper took out one by one, including Duanzhou inkstones, Huizhou inks, Huzhou pens, and Xuanzhou paper.

"This is for you." Lang Junxia said, "You must study and do something, otherwise it will be too late."

"Young master has good eyesight." The shopkeeper smiled, "This is a good thing brought by the businessman who went north the next year. The paper has not arrived yet, so I have to change the other one to transfer twelve stacks for you."

"The Liao people don't pay so much attention to it." Lang Junxia said casually, "It's just to get a good start and send it to the famous hall before the sun sets tomorrow."

"It's too expensive." Duan Ling was heartbroken by Lang Junxia's money. The money Lang Junxia paid was simply a huge sum of money.

But Lang Junxia replied: "There is a golden house in the book and a beautiful woman in the book. The ability to read and do articles is a priceless treasure."

"Am I going to study?" Duan Ling asked.

When he was in Runan, he saw a child going to school, and he was envious. He never thought that one day he would be able to go to school to study. He felt a lot of joy in his heart, and he felt grateful for it for a moment. He stopped and stared at Lang Junxia in a daze.

Lang Junxia asked: "What's wrong?"

Duan Ling felt mixed feelings and said, "How do I repay you?"

Lang Junxia looked at Duan Ling, as if he felt pitiful, and with a little gentleness, finally forced a smile and replied seriously: "It is natural to study and go to school, and there is no need to repay me. You will have people to repay you in the future."

After buying the four treasures of the study and eating a lot of things, Lang Junxia bought Duan Ling a hand stove and an embroidered cloth bag. He put half of Duan Ling's jade pendant in the cloth bag and carried it against his underwear.

"This thing must not be lost at any time." Lang Junxia reminded, "Remember."

Lang Junxia took Duan Ling out of the downtown area and turned into a secluded and long street. There was a quaint building next to the street with white walls and black tiles. There were layers of snow stacked on the corrugated walls, which were simple and atmospheric. There were pine and cypresses in the courtyard wall, and the sound of children came.

Duan Ling was excited when he heard the child's voice. He had not seen his peers for a long time since he followed Lang Junxia. He was always in a regular manner, not like lying in the mud and water in Runan City. I don't know what people of the same age who went to Beijing usually play.

Lang Junxia led Duan Ling into the interior. Duan Ling saw the snow in the yard sweeping cleanly. Three boys who were one head taller than him stood ten steps away, each holding arrows and threw them into the pot not far away. Hearing the footsteps, the boys looked at Duan Ling. Duan Ling was a little nervous again and approached Lang Junxia a little closer.

Lang Junxia did not stop and took him all the way into the inner hall. An old man sat in the hall with gray hair and beard and drinking tea.

"Wait for me here for a while." Lang Junxia said.

Duan Ling was wearing an indigo green robe and stood under the corridor. Lang Junxia walked in and spoke in it. Duan Ling was distracted for a moment. Seeing that behind the pillar, another boy came over and looked at him, standing in front of a bell. Gradually, many children gathered in the courtyard, about the age of □□, each looking at Duan Ling from afar and talking in a low voice. Someone came over to talk to him, but was blocked by the tallest boy.

He stood under the bell and asked Duan Ling: "Who are you?"

Duan Ling replied in his heart: I am Duan Ling, my father is Duan Sheng... But he didn't say anything, and he felt a little premonition that he was about to be troubled.
To be continued...