An Feng Bamboo Horse

?The big iron door at the end of the passage was dark in color and did not reflect light. The light from the burning torch did not shine on the iron door at all.

His heartbeat was already uncontrollable, and when Bu Zhangbai approached the big iron door, his whole body trembled when he stretched out his hand to push the door.

It couldn't be pushed open, and the iron door didn't budge.

Only then did he calm down a bit, breathe slowly, and tried to find the keyhole on the door, but failed.

The iron door and the wall seemed to be integrated together, as if growing out of the stone wall, without any traces or gaps of artificial ax chiseling.Bu Zhangbai groped along the entire wall, and carefully checked the iron gate up, down, left, and right, but he still couldn't find a way to open the iron gate.

He stood in front of the iron gate, thinking hard until the shouts of those who were looking for him came from above his head.

"Master Bu! Master Bu! Are you down there?"

He suddenly came back to his senses, raised his voice, and said, "I'll come up, you stay at the door of the study!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The two imperial guards looked at Bu Zhangbai coming out of the dark hole in the wall, their faces full of curiosity.Bu Zhangbai said in a deep voice: "In this secret room, there are more evidence of Ding Guohou's crimes. You two stay here and don't allow anyone to enter and destroy it. I will come as soon as I go."

"My lord, can't even Mr. Cai enter and check?" Mr. Cai was the first official who was instructed to come to Dingguohou's mansion to search for unfounded evidence.

"Not even Master Cai." His tone was calm and his expression was peaceful, no one could guess the turbulent emotions in his heart.

The two imperial guards glanced at each other. The order they received was based on Bu Zhangbai as the supreme commander, and they did not hesitate to obey his order.

Bu Zhangbai hurried out of the library and walked towards the backyard.

The backyard has always been the residence of the female relatives of Lord Hou's mansion, and the men in the mansion seldom set foot there.Bu Zhangbai would never have come into the backyard if his aunt Bu Xiushu hadn't summoned him.

Now there are more than [-] soldiers in full armor standing in the backyard, sealing off the east, west, north, south and corners of the backyard tightly, in order to closely guard Xia Zun and others who are under house arrest in the backyard room.

As soon as Bu Zhangbai appeared, the soldiers gave way one after another.At a glance, everyone in the Xia Mansion could be seen standing or sitting in the open space, and one of them stood out with a tall figure, which was none other than Xia Zun, Marquis of Dingguo.

However, after not seeing him for a few days, Xia Zun's face became haggard, with green stubble growing on his cheeks, and a thin layer of black shadow under his eyelids.His back was still straight, and the vision projected by the sound was still sharp.

The eyes of the two people met, and in an instant, they lived for thousands of years.

As if before a blink of an eye, Xia Zun was still stroking his head, calling him Brother Zhang pitifully, and promised him that he would take care of him for the rest of his life.

When Bu Zhangbai approached Xia Zun, he slowed down his hurried pace.With his hands behind his back, Xia Zun looked at him calmly.

A figure hurriedly stood up from behind Xia Zun and walked towards Bu Zhangbai.The soldier stretched out his hand to stop him, and the man said: "Zhang'er! What's going on??"

The voice was anxious, soft and melodious, it was Bu Zhangbai's aunt.

"I heard from my servant that you brought people to search the Hou Ye's mansion?" Bu Xiushu stepped forward, her beautiful face was full of confusion and panic,

"Zhang'er, why do you want...you want people to put Lord Hou and us under house arrest?"

Bu Zhangbai said softly: "Auntie, don't worry, when I find out everything, I will explain to my aunt."

Before the woman could ask again, Bu Zhangbai had already said to Xia Zun: "Master Hou, can I take a step to speak."

Xia Zun looked at him for a long time. The military general who is used to the battlefield has sharp and calm eyes, as if he can penetrate people's hearts.Bu Zhangbai met his gaze motionlessly, the young man's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the brows were slightly frowning, showing an extremely suppressed emotion.In the past, Bu Zhangbai treated him with respect, even mixed with love and admiration, but now those respectful eyes are gone.So Xia Zun understood the real meaning behind Bu Zhangbai's painstaking design.

He originally had a fluke mentality, hoping that Bu Zhangbai might be bewitched by his opponent or enemy, so he could suppress this turmoil; however, at this moment, at this moment, facing him head-on, Xia Zun suddenly realized that, He has carefully maintained the false appearance for 16 years, and it has completely collapsed in Bu Zhangbai's eyes.

Ding Guohou asked: "When did you have doubts?"

Bu Zhang said: "Before entering Beijing."

"what……"

Xia Zun suddenly remembered the bearded beggar who committed suicide on Kuiyang Street. The man who had been hard to find in the past suddenly appeared in the city.Qin Jiuxian's guess was correct, that person really came for Bu Zhangbai - if the two of them had contacted before, I am afraid that Bu Zhangbai would always have some real evidence that could prove the identity of the beggar, or enough to make him suspicious .

Otherwise, with Bu Zhangbai's personality and the friendship that he was brought up by himself since he was a child, it is impossible for him to make such a regret that once he makes a mistake, he will never be able to turn back.

He moved his feet and walked towards the low wall.The guards in charge moved immediately, and Bu Zhang waved his hand in vain, saying: "His family is here, I believe Marquis Ding Guo will not do such a thing as abandoning his wife and children to live alone."

He followed Xia Zun to the low wall, covered by a few clumps of oleander, making their figures flickering.

Xia Zundao: "I expelled Xia Anfeng from the mansion, he is no longer a member of my Dingguohou mansion."

Bu Zhang's white eyelashes moved, but he didn't make a sound.

"All faults are caused by me and have nothing to do with others."

"Whether it matters or not, who is convicted is a matter for the Holy One."

"I'll make a deal with you. If you let Feng'er go, I'll confess everything in the past."

Bu Zhang smiled.

The tone was soft, but it was like a heavy drum, beating on Xia Zun's heart one after another.

"I have witnesses, physical evidence, tiger charms, documents, Chinese soldiers who witnessed the massacre, and Lord Xia's tent... even if no more circumstantial evidence can be found, they are enough to convict you." He said softly. Yes, he showed his trump card little by little without hesitation, and his eyes on Xia Zun gradually became cold.

He taunted: "Master Hou, what leverage do you have to make a deal with me, with the Bu Mansion that you have deceived for 16 years and was framed by your father and son? I used to respect you, love you, respect you and trust you. Identity, playing with my aunt and applauding, have you never had a moment of tossing and turning at night, and a moment of uneasy conscience? You and Xia Yeyan slaughtered six thousand dead souls of the Chinese army and falsely accused my grandfather in front of the emperor. Did you ever think about letting him go? These people? Since you didn't show mercy that day, what position do you have to beg me to let anyone in your Marquis's residence go today?"

Xia Zun's face turned pale little by little, and every word Bu Zhangbai said hit the nightmare of countless days and nights.From the moment he decided to hide the wrong thing for his father and put the future of everyone in the Xia Mansion above the Bu Mansion, he couldn't turn back.

Reincarnation is the law of heaven, and retribution is not good.

Maybe it's time to end this long-running nightmare.

He said: "You are looking for me in Houye's mansion, but you are not meeting me in prison, because you have something to ask for."

"..."

Xia Zundao: "You promise to let Xia Anfeng go, and I will tell you how to open the secret room of Shuyuan."

Bu Zhangbai said coldly: "Joke, what is there in the secret room that is worth my trade?" His heart was beating wildly.

Xia Zunding stared at him for a while, then smiled wryly: "You are much smarter than Feng'er, and you are more calm. No wonder he has only cared for you and trusted you all the time. He always regards you as weak and helpless. Always treat each other with sincerity—that’s why I fell into your urn unknowingly—”

Bu Zhangbai suddenly raised his voice to interrupt him: "Don't talk about it elsewhere!"

"——This is actually very good. I owe Jingchen, let Feng'er repay you for me——"

"Xia Zun!" Bu Zhang yelled in vain, completely oblivious to the fact that the nails had been dug deeply into the palm of his hand.

Xia Zundao: "Bu Jingchen is in the secret room. He took the medicine I gave him, and he should still be in a coma."

All the words fell silent instantly, and all the scenery lost their color in front of their eyes.

When Bu Zhangbai heard the words Bu Jingchen, the emotions he had been holding back all along finally broke out.He couldn't restrain his trembling body anymore, and took a step to the side, the soles of his feet felt numb, as if he was stepping on cotton.

Leaning his hands on the low wall, Xia Zun's voice sounded so far away that it seemed to come from somewhere else. Bu Zhangbai heard him say a long sentence, and then said: "Promise me, let Feng'er go." .”

The iron door rumbled back into the wall, and the intense light of the torch shone into the dark secret room.

The person curled up on the bed closed his eyes in discomfort.A gust of cool wind blows in from outside the door, bringing the breath of the outside world that has been away for a long time.

Bu Jingchen narrowed his eyes, and slowly propped himself up from the mattress. The sound of shackles came from the empty secret room, and spread to the other end of the long corridor without any barriers.

He heard a voice that was extremely strange, yet extremely familiar, as far away as he had heard in a glimpse in the last life.

The figure, like a child just learning to walk, stumbled and staggered, came to his bedside, and fell to his knees suddenly.

There was uncontrollable choking in the cold voice, "Father—"?