small rivers and lakes

After this compartment, Long Yunteng, separated from the crowd, he rode slowly through the West Market on a horse. The horse was fat and strong, snorting and walking in small steps, leaving the sound of horseshoes on the bluestone slabs.

Chang'an City and Luoyang are both known as the world's two heroes, the inner sage and the outer king, the east is rich and the west is rich. The spacious streets are less graceful and flashy than Luoyang, but more heroic and extravagant.

The autumn wind blowing from the northwest roared, making the wine flags upstairs rattling, and the children of Wuling in fresh clothes and angry horses galloped by, and the horseshoes raised dust that covered the sky and the sun.

Long Yunteng rode on the horse carelessly, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the nearby wine shop.

A follower rode over and asked in a low voice, "City Lord, what's the matter?"

Long Yunteng frowned, with an invisible trace of suspicion flashing across his face, he stared at the half-opened window of the restaurant for a moment, and said lightly: "It seems that someone is spying there."

The entourage was startled, and suddenly raised his spirits: "This subordinate will take a few brothers up to have a look."

"En." Long Yunteng responded.

Immediately, three people got up from their horses and blew into the wine shop like three black winds. They searched around quickly and silently, and then came back: "City Master, no suspicious person was found."

Long Yunteng nodded, turned his gaze to the window of the restaurant again, looked at it for a moment, turned his head, and whipped the whip casually, the horse walked forward with four hooves.

A moment later, a man wearing a veiled hat came out of the wine shop. His thin clothes were blown up by the autumn wind. He turned his head to look at the mighty backs of Haitian Liancheng and his group. Contemptuous smile.

It was already late when we returned to the other courtyard, and a warm brazier was burning in the study room. Long Yunteng was wearing a sable fur and sat reclined in the grand master's chair, holding a piece of emerald paperweight to play with, listening to Mr. Wei's soft voice.

"There is an old aunt in the Miaofa nunnery in Liquanfang, who served in the palace more than twenty years ago, and knows some old things. Did the Lord tell her to come, ask me clearly?"

Long Yunteng hummed indifferently.

Mr. Wei walked out the door and brought in an old aunt wearing a black monk robe. Long Yunteng didn't raise his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Tell me everything you know."

"Yes," my aunt said slowly, holding a Buddhist bead in her hand, "Poverty Ni entered the palace in the 32nd year of Xingyuan, served the concubine for two years, and was accused of going to Tong Palace to serve Feng Qiansui."

"Feng Qiansui?"

"It's the spirit phoenix presented by the old Dragon King back then, Phoenix Xi," the aunt said, "Feng's body is auspicious and beautiful, and she favored the six palaces for a while. According to the meaning of the first emperor, it was to be the queen, but the middle palace was not. There is no fault, and it should not be discarded easily, and no matter how beautiful the Feng family is, it is a man in the end, and it can neither be concubine according to the rules, nor can it be conferred on merit, so it is just an order to the palaces, and all daily ceremonies are the same as the empress. , share a thousand years."

Long Yunteng stroked the smooth jade of the paperweight with his fingertips: "How can the empress swallow this bad breath?"

"So what if you can't swallow it, in the harem, favor is the most important thing," my aunt said calmly, "There are three thousand beauties in the three palaces and six courtyards, and Feng Qiansui is the only one who favors her, and she is gracious every night..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden rustle. My aunt looked up and saw Long Yunteng's face was expressionless, and the paperweight in his palm was silently turned into dust. He took the handkerchief from Mr. Wei and slowly After wiping her hands, she threw the handkerchief on the table, and said calmly, "Continue."

"Yes," my aunt saw that he crushed the emerald jade with his bare hands after hearing what he said, she felt apprehensive, but she didn't know which sentence knocked Ni Lin, so she became more respectful and asked cautiously, "I wonder what the city lord wants to hear? "

"How... is he doing?"

"In the palace, there is everything with grace. Feng Qiansui has three thousand favors in one body, and none of the servants below are afraid to serve carefully."

Long Yunteng's expression softened slightly, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "Is he difficult to serve?"

"That's not true. Feng Qiansui was only thirteen or fourteen years old when he first entered the palace. It was the time when he was young and vigorous. He was quite disobedient to the late emperor. He was punished several times for this, and then he got better. It's just that every time the late emperor came Afterwards, there will always be temper tantrums, and the servants should be careful to deal with it, but actually it is pitiful to think about it, no matter who does not leave their mouths for soup and medicine all day long, they will not have a good temper."

"Soup?" Long Yunteng frowned and raised his eyes to look at her.

The aunt paused for a moment, then smiled apologetically, "They're all nutritious things... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Long Yunteng leaped over suddenly, his wide sleeves flashed, and a long black knife was pressed against the neck of my aunt, and said indifferently: "What kind of medicine is it?"

"Amitabha, the city master's insight!" The aunt called out the Buddha's name in a trembling voice, her whole body trembling like chaff, her legs were so weak that she almost knelt down, but she was pressed against the tip of his knife, and she dared not move.

Mr. Wei intervened: "These court ladies don't understand medical principles, so they really don't know. If what she said just now is true, with the grace of the late emperor, the medicine should not hurt the body. Dare to put such a dangerous person on the side of the couch?"

Long Yunteng: "Do you suspect that it is the medicine of Sangong?"

"That's right," Mr. Wei said, "With Guzhu Su's temperament, if he didn't disperse his martial arts, how could he be controlled by others?"

Long Yunteng nodded, his face sank like water, he raised his eyes to look at the terrified aunt, retracted the long knife, and suddenly changed the subject: "What's the matter with him and Su Xiting?"

The aunt just breathed a sigh of relief, and when she heard the words, she gasped, her eyes were full of horror, and she staggered back a step: "I don't know anything! I really don't know anything!"

Long Yunteng changed color instantly.

Mr. Wei turned his face to look at his aunt, and sternly reprimanded: "The city lord's questioning, you must tell the truth, and you must not hide a word!"

"I...I..." The aunt suddenly knelt down in fright, "The city lord, spare me! It's not that the poor nun dared to hide it, Gainz's matter is serious, and the poor nun dare not speak nonsense!"

Long Yunteng stretched out his hands to pinch her neck, forcing her to raise her head, staring at her eyes with sinister eyes, and said softly: "Take it seriously, I can guarantee you not to die."

Shocked by the murderous intent in his eyes, my aunt struggled for a long time, shook her head in pain, and sighed: "Forget it, I should have known that if I let him escape the golden cicada, I should be questioned now. Dare I ask the city lord, you How did you know that Su Xiting was related to Feng Qiantui?"

"He..." Long Yunteng raised the topic, but his voice stopped. He suddenly found that he couldn't describe this person simply. He was once a young and fierce Feng Qiansui, and he was also a murderous big devil. He used to be the innocent and pure Phoenix Xi, and he was once the coquettish and treacherous Su Yuhen... This person seems to be a paradox, like a spear and a shield, they are completely different, but they coexist wonderfully.

If Fenghuang Xi and Su Yuhen are the two personalities of the same person before and after experiencing Enduring Hatred, then what about Su Xiting?

But what happened to that gentle, upright, outstanding young man?

From Su Yuhen's few words, we can know that Su Xiting is dead, did he die for him?Why for him?Is it voluntary or forced?

"My lord," Mr. Wei's soft voice rang out, like a clear spring that brought Long Yunteng back to his senses, and heard him whisper, "No matter what the relationship between the two is, he has become Su Yuhen after all. ah."

Long Yunteng was startled suddenly, and suddenly realized, so what if he favors the harem?So what if the identity is unknown?When I met that person, he had already become Su Yuhen, so what did it have to do with Feng Qiansui or Su Xiting?

He looked down at his saber, if it hadn't been tempered a thousand times, how could it be so sharp?

He looked at the aunt: "Tell me what you know."

"Yes," my aunt replied bitterly, "Feng Qiantui stayed in the palace for four years. At the same time, another man was also trapped in the deep palace, but the time was much longer than Feng Qiantui."

"Su Xiting?"

"That's right. Mr. Su comes from the Su family in Wuzhong. He is a family of poetry and gift hairpin tassels. He was ordered by the first emperor to enter the palace as the prince's companion to read. He is now the emperor." The maid on duty said that the crown prince is very dependent on Mr. Su, even a little...unusual. At the beginning, Mr. Su was married and was a virtuous and wise woman. She became pregnant in Xingyuan 37, and the palace gave a bird's nest. Just one dead body and two dead."

Long Yunteng understood that the current Holy Majesty's taboo towards Su Xiting, although it became secretive after Su Xiting disappeared out of thin air, but the mouth of Fangmin was stronger than that of Fangchuan, and this matter became known all over the court.

The aunt continued: "In the 38th year of Xingyuan, the first emperor passed away, and left a will to order Feng Qiansui to be buried, but Feng Qiansui did not die."

"The one who died was Su Xiting."

"That's right, Su Xiting's hairpin tassels have been proud for generations, how can he be willing to accept others and disregard family relationships? However, the prince Tianhuang and nobles, once ascended the throne, rule the world, and have boundless power. Su Xiting will have nowhere to escape except death. "

Mr. Wei sighed: "His death was not only an escape, but also revenge. He also helped Fenghuang Xi to re-enter the Jianghu. After all, Feng Qiansui is dead, and no one will feed him the medicine of Sangong. He only needs to lie dormant for a few days, and then he will be expelled." After recovering the remaining medicinal power, escape from the palace without a sound."

Long Yunteng asked suddenly: "Did you help them with this matter?"

The aunt nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Back then, the poor nun was so bold that he helped Feng Qiansui commit such a heinous crime of deceiving the emperor. Afterwards, I became afraid after knowing it. If this happened, I am afraid that the emperor's hatred would not be quelled without death."

"It's actually like this..." Long Yunteng looked at her thoughtfully, and after a while, he straightened his clothes suddenly, clasped his fists in both hands, bent down deeply, and made a firm and grand gift.

The aunt was taken aback, took a step back, and said in panic, "The city lord?"

Long Yunteng said: "Every time Zhengyi slaughters more dogs, the teacher is too righteous, which makes Long admire. Please accept this worship. On the one hand, I am grateful for the help of the righteousness back then, and on the other hand, I deeply apologize for the disrespect just now."

"Forget it. This matter has been buried in the poor nun's heart for more than [-] years. I never thought that there would be a day when I would say it. Could it be that there is a cause and effect in the dark, and it is God's will, Amitabha."

After sending his aunt away, Mr. Wei walked back to the study and saw Long Yunteng standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking up at the night sky outside. The autumn wind was bleak and the moon was as cool as water. I couldn't help shivering.

A deep voice came: "No wonder he wants to be surnamed Su, and he wants to adopt a child, also surnamed Su."

"He's living for Su Xiting, cough cough..." Mr. Wei took a breath of cold air and couldn't help coughing.

Long Yunteng closed the window, turned around, his face was stern and pale under the light, he stroked the saber in his hand, after a long while, he suddenly asked: "Qixi, have you ever experienced that love goes deep without knowing it?"

Mr. Wei smiled slightly: "Subordinates have no blessings, and I have never experienced it."

"Ruthless is bliss."

Mr. Wei raised his eyes to look at his majestic figure, smiled bitterly, and echoed softly: "Yes, ruthlessness is a blessing."

In late autumn, the weather became colder day by day. Ten days later, when Ding Gange held the Golden Basin Handwashing Conference, there was already a thin snow in the sky. The fine snow particles fell on the ground like salt, and the cold wind blew past. , then rolled up piecemeal.

Ding Gange was dressed in a black suit, tall and strong, old and strong. After today's meeting, all grievances and grievances in the world will be wiped out, then he can take off this suit and live out his old age as a wealthy and idle person.

"Tomorrow Pavilion guests are here..." A loud shout came from outside the door.

Ding Gange went out to greet them with a red face: "The master of the Chang Pavilion appreciates the face, and the humble house is full of brilliance!"

Chang Fengjun threw off his cloak, jumped off the horse, stood still with Ding Gange, clasped fists in both hands, saluted each other, exchanged greetings, and walked towards the door together.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes from behind, and everyone turned their heads to see a large group of horses roaring towards them. They were dressed in black and armored, and the horses were galloping, looking magnificent.

"It's the city of sea and sky..." Someone next to him shouted.

In a blink of an eye, everyone was in front of them, and there was a passionate horse neighing, Long Yunteng reined in his horse and stopped, and the tall horse stopped in front of the door. He was riding on the horse, looked down at the crowd, and cupped his hands at Ding Gange: "I heard Ding Zhuangzhu's grand event, Long Mou came to join in."

Chang Fengjun said coldly: "How dare you come to the meeting?"

Long Yunteng asked him indifferently: "Why don't I dare?"

"You have colluded with Su Yuhen and defended Le Wuyou, and you have already risked the dissatisfaction of the martial arts world," Chang Fengjun said, "Could it be that you have come to the meeting today because you have awakened to abandon the dark and turn to the light?"

Long Yunteng laughed, and sat idly on the horse holding the rein, Yun Danfeng gave him a light look: "Brother-in-law is really stupid."

Chang Fengjun was furious: "You!"

"Enough!" A calm voice sounded, An Guangsha walked over with his hands behind his back, glanced at the two people who were facing each other, and said indifferently, "Master Ding invited heroes from all over the world to come here to witness the golden basin washing hands. With the sea and the sky connected to the city, you can come naturally, don't go to the door, come in and have a seat."

Long Yunteng got off his horse and walked into the village.

Shushizhuang is the head of the three villages and six halls of the Tianxia League. The owner of the village washes his hands in a golden basin, which is not a martial arts prosperity. Although there has been one less hero in the Jianghu, but the grievances and grievances of many years have been wiped out, and the heroism here is enough to attract the world. People come here for meetings.

"The auspicious time has come, and the golden basin will come out!"

A gleaming golden basin was brought to the top, which was half full of clear water. Ding Gange walked up to the crowd, clasped his fists in both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, gentlemen, for coming here to witness. Ding has practiced martial arts since he was seven years old, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was seven years old. It has been 50 years, a big dream for 50 years, looking at the world, but nothing, we are like a mayfly between the world, life and death, it is unavoidable to be disheartened."

An Guangxia said: "Master Ding doesn't need to hurt himself. Is there anyone in the world who can live forever? Even if he lives and dies like a mayfly, he can still enjoy a day of ease."

"That's right," Ding Gange smiled, "Ding has fought and killed for decades, licking blood at the edge of his knife, and wants to enjoy a comfortable life."

An Guangsha stretched out his hand, pointing to the sparkling golden basin: "Please, owner."

"Yes, from now on, all grievances and hatreds in the four seas and in the rivers and lakes will be written off, and there will be no debts." Ding Gange stood in front of the golden basin, straightened his clothes meticulously, and stretched out his hands to reach the water basin .

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind, all the people in the room were martial arts practitioners, they all turned their heads keenly, only to see a silver light flashing in front of their eyes, a small arrow came from the sky, and hit the golden basin fiercely, with a huge thrust Its arrow pierced into the wall of the basin, and with a loud bang, the golden basin fell to the ground.

People's eyes fell on the little arrow, and one of them stood up abruptly, screaming: "Golden feather and silver arrow! It's a golden feather and silver arrow full of wind!"