Your Highness, has he stopped today?

The 23rd year of Cheng'an in Chu State was also the first year of Chongde in Chen State.

Due to the defeat at the beginning of the year, Yecheng, the capital of the Kingdom of Chen, lost its former prosperity this year.

At this time, a plain carriage was parked at the gate of the Dingyuanhou's Mansion, and several attendants came and went, moving the salute to the carriage.

A few days ago, the Hou Mansion had just received an imperial decree, which required Lu Zheyu, the son of the Hou Mansion, to go to Chu State as a hostage.

In the past, there was an endless stream of visitors, because Marquis Dingyuan was a soldier all his life and was invincible. Everyone wanted to have some relationship with this victorious general, but since he lost the battle, Marquis Dingyuan has been here During World War I, the old illness relapsed, and after recuperating for half a year, the gate of the Dingyuan Hou Mansion became more and more bleak.

The so-called icing on the cake is easy, but sending charcoal in the snow is difficult, except for a few former disciples of Marquis Dingyuan, no one came to visit now.

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing down the remnant maple.As far as the eye can see, it seems to be dyed deep red.The prosperity of the past is exhausted, and Yecheng will no longer be the scene of expensive tourism in the old days.

Lu Zheyu walked out of the mansion and stood with his hands behind his back. Seeing a few servants busy putting all kinds of salutes on the carriage from the mansion, the pile was almost too big to fit, so he couldn't help but frowned: "No need. With so many things, it’s easy to pack lightly.”

He was going to the state of Chu as a hostage, not to enjoy it, so why bring so many salutes.

Steward Du of the Hou's Mansion said sincerely: "Young Master, you don't know when you will return, so you should take these things with you." He thought about it, his master is really not easy.Born in the direct line of the Marquis Mansion, he was supposed to be like those aristocratic sons in Yecheng, wearing luxurious clothes, eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and riding a horse through the streets of Yecheng in a suave manner, making countless boudoir women blush.

But my young master doesn't have any of the bad habits of the children of the family. He has always been sensible, and his temperament is more stable and self-restraining than Lord Hou.For example, when he received the imperial decree a few days ago and learned that he was about to go to Chu State as a hostage, he was not surprised at all, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

The age of other young masters, reciting poems, composing fuss, outings and playing in the green, going to the kiln to hook up with a few girls when they get older, playing dice from time to time, can lose thousands of taels of silver to the family in one night; but the age of my own young master is Followed Lord Hou to fight east and west, sleeping on Gemiansha, living a life full of blood on the tip of a knife, accidentally losing a battle, and had to replace the royal family as a hostage in another country.

Du Guan's parents sighed, loaded the luggage into the carriage, and felt more and more sorry for the master.

Lu Zheyu knew it would be useless to talk too much, so she gave up.

The luggage is almost packed, and it's time to set off.

In the afternoon, Lu Zheyu's carriage drove from the Houfu to the palace.Among the ten protons, besides Lu Zheyu from Dingyuanhou's mansion, there were also the sons of Taifu's mansion, Xiang's mansion, and Taiwei's mansion.Everyone is already waiting at the palace gate.Although these protons are not relatives of the country, they are also the descendants of the ministers of Chen Guo, representing the face of Chen Guo, Emperor Chongde dare not wrong the sons of various mansions in the team sent to them.

When the time came, ten carriages set off from the main gate of Chenhuang Palace, left Ye City in a hurry, and headed for Chu.

Lu Zheyu opened the curtain and looked at the city of Ye which was drifting away.He doesn't love his family. He fought with the Marquis of Dingyuan a few years ago, and he didn't come much when he stayed in Yecheng.But for some unknown reason, he was still faintly uneasy.Xu Shi is about to set foot on the territory of another country, and he does not know when he will return.

Lu Zheyu closed his eyes slightly, and rested his eyes in the carriage.

In this way, walking in the daytime and staying in the station at night, this group of people are all gentry sons, and everyone has never neglected them because they are protons.Hurrying on the road at a leisurely pace, ten days later, he arrived at the junction between Chen and Chu.

In the evening, everyone stopped at the station.

Lu Zheyu got out of the carriage first, followed by a thin young man from another carriage.The young master wore a blue robe to cover his thin figure, with a cloak around his shoulders, and he hugged the stove in mid-autumn. His skin was so fair that it seemed that he was not in good health.But looking at the past, I can only feel that he is still described as elegant, elegant and elegant, and one can tell at a glance that he comes from a scholarly family.

Lu Zheyu walked over to help each other: "Ling Jun, are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Lingjun shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's nothing."

Lu Zheyu sighed softly: "Most of the Chen-Chu border area is mountain road, and the road is inevitably bumpy. You are always in poor health. If you feel unwell, it's okay to stop and rest for a while."

"Don't worry, I already know medicine, and I know it well." Yan Lingjun smiled gently.

Lu Zheyu knew that he always wanted to be strong and never did anything that would hurt others, so he had no choice but to give up.

This place is the post station of Chu State, and the food provided in the post station also comes from Chu State.Lu Zheyu didn't pay much attention to the frontier fortress all the year round, and although the food at this post station is the characteristic of Chu, it is quite appetizing.

It's just that Yan Lingjun is different. After all, he is a scholar, and his body is weak. After moving his chopsticks two or three times, he couldn't eat anymore.

Lu Zheyu saw it, he knew that Yan Lingjun had a bad appetite, so he called the postman to come.

The postman bowed his head and said, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"Bring some other dishes."

"Okay!" The postman hurriedly agreed, turned around and pretended to go back to the kitchen, but suddenly turned back the next moment, with an extra weapon in his hand out of thin air.

The postman suddenly made an attack, but Lu Zheyu saw a cold light flash in front of him, and the sharp blade slashed at Yan Lingjun!

"Be careful!" Luckily, Lu Zheyu held the sword, and he drew it out in an instant, blocking the blow when the blade was only an inch away from Yan Ling.Just as Yan Lingjun was in shock, Lu Zheyu and the postman had already started fighting like swords and swords.In an instant, other people in the station also showed their weapons one after another. The guards outside the house broke into the door when they heard the sound. Everyone fought together, and the station was in chaos.

Although there were many guards in charge of escorting them along the way, almost none of the young masters knew martial arts except Lu Zheyu, especially Lu Zheyu had to devote his attention to protecting Yan Lingjun.He has always been in poor health, if he is injured, the consequences may be disastrous.

Lu Zheyu didn't know who dared to assassinate the son of a noble official so boldly. Was it from Chen or Chu?

He frowned, this kind of scuffle situation couldn't help but make him murderous, the Qingfeng sword poured [-]% of his internal strength, and with a sharp swing of the blade, he cut the throat of the person in front of him.Immediately afterwards, another masked postman with a knife slashed at him with a knife. When the long sword was blocked, there was a piercing clang and sparks burst out.

The assassin seemed to know that Yan Lingjun was his weakness, and he pointed his sword at the thin young man behind him, but was pierced through the heart by Qing Feng's sword, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground.Yan Lingjun looked at the corpse that had never died in peace, and his usual calm expression also added a bit of fear.

Lu Zheyu looked back and saw more and more masked people coming in. How many assassins are hidden in this small station, and what is the purpose of their assassination?

After a quarter of an hour of melee, Lu Zheyu's palms holding the long sword began to sweat, and the breath in his body surged.He collected himself and said in a low voice, "Go and hide behind the wine cabinet."

Yan Lingjun nodded, taking advantage of Lu Zheyu's killing of everyone around him, he staggered and hid behind the wine cabinet, Lu Zheyu took his sword to the outside of the station, but saw that the guards were fighting fiercely with the masked man Open hand, lying on the ground of the body.

Two cold lights came towards Lu Zheyu, he swung his sword to block, and the assassin in front of him was also wearing a mask, but during the fight, Lu Zheyu could clearly feel that his martial arts were several times stronger than other assassins, he I guess in my heart that this person is the leader of this group of mobs.

The two fought fiercely with all kinds of moves, but there was still no winner. Lu Zheyu exhausted too much internal energy, and had to guard against other masked assassins' sneak attacks, gradually losing the upper hand.

However, for some reason, he clearly felt that the leader of the assassins tried to fight him repeatedly, but never made a killing move, as if he was delaying time.

After another quarter of an hour, Lu Zheyu seemed to hear the sound of horseshoes approaching in the distance. He has been on the battlefield all year round, and he has never misheard this sound.He wondered in his heart, could this be the helpers of these assassins?

Thinking like this, he saw that the assassin finally used his unique move, the white blade pierced the air, and sand and stones were scattered all over his body, rolling up a cloud of dust.Lu Zheyu managed to dodge, but was covered by dust.The assassin's offensive started again, the sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and finally there was a sound of "咻", a feathered arrow pierced the air, the assassin was unable to stop, and to avoid the feathered arrow rolled and fell to the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood.Lu Zheyu couldn't help looking back at the direction the arrow came from.

After fighting for nearly an hour, night has fallen and the moon has risen without knowing it.A group of people rode against the moonlight. Originally, the leader was dressed in light armor, holding a crossbow, and a long sword on his waist. He walked forward and looked again, but he was tall and straight, tall and slender, with painted phoenix eyes, and a sharp expression. It was clearly a boy again.

The young man held the crossbow in one hand, his phoenix eyes shivered slightly, he pulled the trigger, and the feathered arrow flew towards the masked assassin!