Chang'an Youth Tour

The night is too late.

It has been seven years since Zhao Hongbo entered the palace.He is from Jiangnan, the son of a family.He was only 12 years old when he entered the palace, and his memory of his hometown is already blurred. The one he remembers most clearly is the ethnology he studied since childhood. He has a small reputation in Jiangning, and it is called "Yunju Academy".

When he first studied, it was the time when the Jiangnan culture was at its weakest. The party struggle between the court and China had ended.After Li Xiang resigned, all first-rank officials were from the north.There is no way to become an official, so the literary world is also in decline. Those who have become famous Confucianism, some are devoted to landscapes, some are looking for immortals, and some are simply intoxicated with gentleness and raised singers and musicians.

Even if it has been many years in the past, as long as those years are mentioned, people in Jiangnan will think of that gloomy time.Jiazi and Dingmao had two consecutive imperial examinations, and there were no Jiangnan people among the top three in the palace examination.Great Confucian scholars have passed away one after another, and the crisis of MadeIn seems to hang over the Jiangnan literary world like a heavy dark cloud. Many years later, Zhao Hongbo still remembers the gloom on the faces of the teachers in the school during the days when Chunwei released the rankings.

And Li Daoyong's name jumped out at that time.

A hundred years after the founding of the country, a piece of "Fu on the South of the Yangtze River" is full of romance.These are the original words of the Master's comment at that time.

There was one Jie Yuan in Jiangning in three years, but there was only one Li Daoyong in Jiangnan in a hundred years.That autumn, the price of Xie Gongjian in Jiangning City doubled tenfold.According to legend, "Jiangnan Fu" was sent to Beijing, and the noble ladies in Beijing copied it one after another, even the princess in the palace was no exception. Later, Empress Mingyi saw this Fu by chance in the case of Princess Jieyou, and she just said "this Fu should use shallow cloud paper", Xie Gongjian is also called ten sample man paper, and light cloud is one of the colors.Therefore, people in the world have been arty, using shallow cloud paper to copy Jiangnan Fu, and the result really has the meaning of "Luoyang paper is expensive".

But Zhao Hongbo only accidentally learned after entering the palace that Princess Jieyou's boudoir name was Qianyun.

It turns out that the queen's words meant to recruit a son-in-law.Even the selection of the prince to study with him that year also favored Jiangnan, and that's how Zhao Hongbo was selected into the palace.

At this point everything is over.Princess Jieyou had married out of the palace a few years ago, and Jiangnan had already had a new Xie Yuan. This year, Mu Fengju was in the limelight, and Li Daoyong, who was famous all over the world, was lying on his back at this moment, comatose do not wake up.

Before Jingwei came to arrest them, the Tenth Prince got the news that Yan Junyu from the East Palace was taken away by Jingwei, and he might confess them, so Li Daoyong should be transferred as soon as possible.Tan Siyuan volunteered to stay and hold back Jingwei, and the two older companions, together with Zhao Hongbo, left behind Li Daoyong's back.

When he fled to the vicinity of the school grounds, there was a fire in the distance behind him, and there was the sound of horseshoes. It was Jing Wei who had already caught up. The other two companions were practicing martial arts, so they stayed behind to stop him. In the end, only Zhao Hongbo was left with a serious injury on his back. Li Daoyong fled in the dark.

The palace walls on both sides were tall and majestic, and there was only one narrow corridor. Zhao Hongbo ran with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the person on his back was the hero of his childhood world.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that he could not be saved, where could he escape, they couldn't even get out of the palace gate?Even if he escaped, how could Li Daoyong live in this world?

However, he still refused to stop, just ran desperately until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

The floor tiles of the imperial palace were hard and cold, and the flames gradually approached behind him. Zhao Hongbo's leg was dripping with blood, and he could no longer run.With Li Daoyong on his back, he tried to climb a little further.

"Young Master Zhao, don't run away anymore, save us some trouble." A shrill voice sounded from behind, it was the fat eunuch named Pang Jing, the head of the Jingwei, the most vicious person.

Endless cold air emerged from the cracks in the bricks, and the lanterns of the Jingwei stretched their figures extremely long on the wall, like ghosts in legends.Zhao Hongbo desperately wanted to climb out of this shadow, even if it was a foot away.

Then he saw the figure at the end of the palace alley.

It was an old but still stalwart figure, wearing an old armor. The mountain forest armor had long been eliminated, and the guards who changed defense this year were all wearing shiny silver armor.

The light of the lantern shone on that man, his sideburns and beard were already grey, and his face was no longer young. The legends about him in the army must have been replaced by new stories. The only thing that remained unchanged was his hands. That gun, that is a legendary gun, maybe there are still children who remember the story of a general who picked the king of Xirong North with a gun.

The black shadows behind them all stopped, and the guards knew that this person in front of them was the last line of defense between them and Li Daoyong.

Those literati who had read Jiangnan Fu were all silent.The officialdom was silent, and even the East Palace stayed out of the matter. Finally, the person standing in front of Li Daoyong was someone who no one expected.

This is the armor of 20 years ago, and it is also the general of 20 years ago.

For some reason, Zhao Hongbo burst into tears.

When Jingwei's knife was unsheathed, a young man's voice suddenly sounded in the palace alley. He was weak from exhaustion, but seemed to have endless pride.

"There are a lot of high-level discussions in Yuntai, who knows who will be the leader of the Kou Xun in those days."

The sound of knives attacking a target, the sound of metal and stone hitting each other is so clear, like a dragon, and the heavy sound of piercing the air, just like the long wind with yellow sand sandwiched in the plug.

The young man's voice was so tragic that he almost wept blood.

"At dusk in Baling, hunting on the plains, he was the old general of the Han family!"