I just like the Prime Minister

Jiang Xizhu looked along his whisk.

Fortunately, this whisk is not the one that was bald when he was escorted back from Liaodong by the Khitan people. It is brand new and flexible, and it still shines brightly under the moonlight, and the direction he is pointing is the end of this alley—there There is no road anymore. The blue-gray high walls and glazed tiles look like the back door of some big family. Jiang Xizhu looks familiar, but the night is vast and the capital is grand, and any high-door compound has seven or eight parts of his imagination. I didn't tell the difference, just walked forward quickly.

There is no one on the small road, far away from the bustling city that never sleeps in the middle of the capital, and it is quietly bleak under the moon in the warm spring night. Jiang Xizhu looked around, but did not find a way, and was about to ask the old Taoist priest if there is a secret door here.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the old Taoist priest sucking his teeth and looking like "broken vegetables". He walked up to him in two steps and smiled reluctantly: "If you don't mind the prime minister, the old Taoist priest will serve you Over the wall?"

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

Jiang Xizhu felt that he had never done such an outrageous thing when he was young, so he endured the embarrassment and tried his best to drive the unbearable scene out of his mind, and settled down to observe. Only then did he realize that this place turned out to be the descendant of a big family. garden.

The courtyard is deep, and the coolness of the evening comes from the clear lake surrounded by pavilions and small pavilions. It is entwined with the warm spring air in the evening wind, forming a unique smog and confusion. The green willows cannot see the color clearly under the moonlight. , moving lightly in the evening breeze, but Jiang Xizhu can't feel the popularity of such a scene - the midnight corridor of the Diaolan Huadong is certainly elegant, but this situation makes people feel that the style is useless.

Jiang Xizhu looked around calmly, feeling more and more familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.If he only deduces from this backyard, he feels that the owner here must be a son of a family who lives in the world but has other plans--he is undoubtedly proficient in all kinds of elegance, bustling singing, dancing pavilions, talking and laughing, snow, etc. Tianyueye's... But all kinds of elegance are just clouds in his eyes, he understands but is not careful, prefers but is not obsessed, obviously there is something more worthy of his pursuit that has been set in his eyes.

What else does he have in mind?

The people in the capital are very elegant, and the wind, flowers, snow, moon, and paper are drunk with gold;I don't know if the owner of the garden is also one of the powerful followers.

No one came and went in the backyard, Jiang Xizhu stood cautiously on the spot for a while, relaxed a little, and heard footsteps approaching behind him, the old Taoist did not dare to "hiss" loudly, and whispered to Jiang Xizhu to walk against the wall.

"Hiss..." Daoist Zixu rubbed his overwhelmed old waist, thinking about what he had experienced just now, he lowered his voice and said, "There is a reason for this way to go this way... People like this often come to the backyard. Raising strong dogs... No, no, the old man is not afraid, it's just that the dogs are quite big..."

... This old Taoist priest has been walking around the streets for many years without learning anything serious. His technique of climbing over walls is so superb, and he has rich experience. Jiang Xizhu thought of the source of his experience, and his face merged with the night, so he really didn't want to talk to him.

Daoist Zixu was in front, and Jiang Xizhu was in the back, following him around several waves of guardian servants, and finally stopped outside a simple and dilapidated firewood house.

There was a haystack outside the door of the firewood room. Daoist Zixu Lingkong gestured at the two people's stature with his eyes, and quickly pulled Jiang Xizhu to hide behind the haystack, and said to Jiang Xizhu with his lips under the faint moonlight: "Prime Minister Wait here for a moment, the old man asked the Prime Minister to look at something."

Jiang Xizhu is not considered delicate, but after all, he is a young man who can't sit still. He resisted the discomfort all over his body to escape here, but he didn't make a sound after all. He just pulled himself together and paid attention to the movement outside.

I think this place is a desolate place in the house, and there is nothing valuable, the most important thing is the chopping wood and three axes thrown outside the house, the empty weight is not worth money, and the thieves will steal it, so even the guards are not worth it. Too lazy to look after here.

Jiang Xizhu waited quietly here for a while, only to realize that this place is a world of mosquitoes. The newborn mosquitoes in late spring are full of vigor and viciousness, and Jiang Xizhu was bitten by mosquitoes in a short while.Just when he almost thought that Taoist Master Zixu was just kindhearted enough to invite him out to make supper for the mosquitoes, he suddenly heard the very light footsteps of a group of people.

Jiang Xizhu has sharp ears and eyes, but he is not allowed to practice martial arts, but in such a dark night, the sound of footsteps touching the ground is enough.

Taoist Master Zixu obviously heard it too, and stopped using the whisk as a tickle, and signaled Jiang Xizhu to silence with grinning teeth.

Prime Minister Jiang was irritated by Daoist Zixu's gesture, so he could only focus on the front.

The two of them didn't dare to breathe, and after a while, they saw a group of men in black coming from outside the courtyard.The leader is a woman, wearing a black dress, a black dress and a black gauze covering her face, but her clothes are not of the Central Plains style. Her shoulders and waist are very bold, and she walks with a graceful style, which is obviously not a Central Plains woman.

Jiang Xizhu followed the principle of seeing no evil, but avoided seeing it sideways, but saw the old Taoist watching it with great interest.

The gentleman's prime minister really didn't know what to say about him, he was angry and funny, glared at him, then turned his gaze back.

The old and unscrupulous Taoist felt that his face was dull, and he smiled awkwardly, but he was honest after all.

The foreign woman walked by, followed by four men in black clothes. These four men in black clothes and black cloaks covered them more tightly than the graceful girl. In the midsummer approaching late spring, Taoist Zi Xu warmed up for them. panic.However, what attracted Jiang Xizhu's attention was that each of these four people was carrying a burlap bag in a corner, with a personal shape inside, and they were motionless, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The woman walked in the front, kicked open the door of the firewood room, raised her head, and the four people behind her silently understood, and threw the sack into it with a "bang".

Ox-nosed Taoist silently recited a few words "Infinite Heavenly Venerable" from the side, as if the pain made him empathize with it.

The four men in black came out in a file after throwing the sacks, and the woman walked last. From Jiang Xizhu's gaze, he saw the woman squatting down in the firewood room and said something to the sack.

This is really not a woman from the Central Plains, Jiang Xizhu thought, the woman spoke very fast, he could not hear the first two sentences clearly, only when the woman raised her voice in the third sentence, he barely understood half of the sentence.

She was speaking in Khitan, and she said, "Where did you send 'Milt'?"

He couldn't understand the strange pronunciation, but he guessed that the person in the woodshed was probably a traitor from the girl's gang.

The man in the sack murmured several times.

It's just that this person was tortured, his breath and voice were very weak, even Jiang Xizhu couldn't hear what he said clearly after pricking up his ears.

The woman couldn't ask anything out of his mouth, and angrily reprimanded him with words like "I don't know what to do". She suddenly got up, turned around, and took away the four men in black who didn't say a word. He didn't notice that there were two silent bystanders hiding behind the haystacks outside the woodshed.

They gradually walked away in the dark night. Daoist Zixu was lying on the ground, completely unable to hear the sound of someone wandering in front of him, so he let out a long breath, stood up as if relieved from a heavy burden, but still did not dare to speak loudly, and brought Jiang Xizhu Walk towards the firewood house in the dark in this dimly lit small yard.

Jiang Xizhu was puzzled, but stopped in his tracks, and said in a low voice: "The reason why the Taoist priest brought me here is to save this person?"

Daoist Zixu was ashamed, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "No, originally I just wanted to take the prime minister to listen to a corner, but the master didn't come, and I met a coincidence... Although the poor Taoist is outside the world of mortals, With the heart of helping the world at the same time, it is natural to save those who are in distress..."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

With the broad mind of this old Taoist priest who can pick up rations from the sick, Jiang Xizhu really couldn't believe that he really pretended in his heart to the Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign whom he often brought up to talk about at that time.

Daoist Zixu didn't realize that he was lying outrageously at all, he just wanted to fool Jiang Xizhu to leave the right and wrong place quickly, walked into the firewood room and gestured repeatedly, beckoning Jiang Xizhu to help carry the person and leave quickly.The torture that that person suffered was not light, as soon as he got close, he could smell the strong smell of blood on his body.The old Taoist frowned.

At this very moment, Jiang Xizhu suddenly saw a strange expression on the brows of this unprincipled old Taoist priest.

It's not normal for this expression to be placed on others, but it can be said to be commendable on Taoist Master Zixu. This expression is fleeting, and it is called seriousness.

Jiang Xizhu suddenly became clear amidst Taoist Master Zixu's blind gestures, and paused for a moment with the hand that was stretched out to lift the man. Suddenly, he understood the reason why the old Taoist wanted to save the man, and blurted out: "Do you understand Khitan?"

Taoist Master Zixu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then showed a praising expression: "The poor Taoist is ignorant and inexperienced but has a good vision, and the people he admires are also so educated and rich."

Jiang Xizhu didn't expect that he would bring up this matter, and was taken aback by him for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to refute, and stood on the spot at a loss.

Daoist Zixu easily gained the upper hand, and Li Chengzuo, who was from the same sect as a teacher, was cheap and good-looking, and immediately rose when he saw the wind: "Prime Minister, don't be stunned, help... Hurry up, we have to climb over the wall at night, don't hurry up When people find out, they won't be able to leave..."

Before he could say the word "le", Jiang Xizhu suddenly heard the sound of footsteps outside the door - there were as many as six or seven people, and it was not the same as the one just now.

Only Daoists' skills can be passed on in the world, and their blood can be connected, but they don't know that Crow's mouth can be passed down from master to apprentice. Now it can be seen that Taoist Zixu's skill is obviously superior.

Daoist Zixu's triumphant expression collapsed in an instant, he gritted his teeth, pulled Jiang Xizhu past him, picked up the sack, and rushed out of the firewood room like a monkey... walked across from the group of people.

He didn't care too much, the two parties were extremely jealous when they saw it, Taoist Master Zixu exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, and jumped up, Jiang Xizhu felt his body lighten, and when he looked back, he was already on the wall.

He looked back at the courtyard of the mansion, and the servants of the mansion came from all directions shouting "arrest". The bright surnames on the lights they held when they came finally reminded him of the place this was.