Inscription of Different Cases

"Hey, I heard that the caravan will be entering Beijing soon."

"What caravan?"

"Tsk, you don't even know this? Shuiqi's caravan! It's the birthday of the Holy One in one month. They came to pay tribute, and they will pass through this street later. Let's go and have a look." , maybe I can see some treasures."

As soon as the voice fell, the teahouse quickly boiled up, and all the tea guests got up and squeezed to the window to probe their brains.Shui Qi's caravan?Han Lang put down the scroll in his hand and glanced over it curiously.

He Yijiu went out early today, and Yu Zuoshu sent someone to bring him the confession of the Taifu case. He was an apprentice and had no office in Dali Temple, so he had to review it in his teahouse.Seeing him look up, He Yijiu's attendant came up to him and said, "Master Han, what are your orders?"

"It's okay, just bring me a pot of tea."

"okay."

There was still a drizzle on the street, and there was damp water vapor everywhere.The confession in Han Lang's hands was thick and thick, not only He's, but everyone who had been interrogated before.He hasn't told Yu Zuoshu about his suspicion last night. It was just a routine inspection, but now he looks very carefully, for fear of missing any clues that he didn't pay attention to before.After reading it once, he felt uneasy, so he simply took the refreshments on the plate and laid them out on the table, trying to simulate everyone's behavior and location that day.

This appearance looked weird in the eyes of others, like a three-year-old child playing house, still muttering words.He Yijiu's attendant stood aside, wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so he watched Han Lang put three pieces of soybean cake together and muttered, "There are only two maids and the master in the study, and one of the maids is dead. Then another..."

I heard that the Tai Tuo is still weak and is still at home, and he refuses to see guests.Han Lang always wanted to see him again, but never had the chance.Thinking of this, the noise from the street outside interrupted his thoughts.Not only was it noisy outside, but it was also noisy inside the teahouse. The guests gathered together and whispered to each other, and the noise of discussion almost knocked the roof down.He looked up and saw that the pedestrians on the street had squeezed to the side of the road, making way for four carriages to walk side by side.Yamen officials Qingdao were mobilized in the city, and they waved their scabbards braggingly shouting and shouting, pushing the onlookers to the sides.

Even in the capital, this kind of situation is rare. Except for some high officials and even the Holy One traveling, only foreign envoys are treated like this.Han Lang only heard from He Yijiu that Shuiqi is a small country in the Western Regions, and the relationship with them is still tense.Now he listened to the discussion of the people in the teahouse, and realized that there were various forces fighting endlessly in Shuiqi Litou, and one of them had plans to negotiate a peace, so he sent a caravan to send a valuable congratulatory gift.

I heard that the gifts sent this time are worth a lot, comparable to a city, and even the escorting caravan has hundreds of people.In order not to cause trouble, most of the people are now outside the city, and only a small number of people came into the city with the congratulatory gifts.Among the tea customers, there was a tea customer who was doing business abroad, and he began to show off his skills at this moment, counting the special products of Shuiqi in detail.Every time he said the same thing, it attracted a lot of praise from the others.

There was such a commotion inside and outside the teahouse that Han Lang couldn't concentrate, so he could only put away the scroll and walked to the window to watch.At this time, there was an exclamation in the room: "Look quickly! Here we come!"

It was indeed a large-scale caravan, and the camel bells could be heard from a distance. The team was like a long dragon, winding for several streets.Each camel is covered with colorful tapestry, with huge cargo boxes hanging on both sides.The one walking in the front was a black painted carriage with a curtain hanging down so that the people inside could not be seen clearly.The people behind were all walking beside the camel, wearing foreign costumes, which attracted everyone to point and talk.

Are these He Yijiu's people?From this point of view, they are indeed somewhat similar to He Yijiu. They both have tall bodies and straight nose bridges, and they can't see clearly from a distance, but Han Lang deduces that their eyes are also blue like He Yijiu.Han Lang didn't know what it was like in his heart, he seemed a little happy, but also a little inexplicably hesitant.

The team didn't move fast, because they had to wait for the yamen servants to open the way, and they had to stop after a certain distance.Han Lang saw some burly men at the front, probably bodyguards.The tea guests seemed to have the same idea as him, and they all commented: "Look, these people look like bandits, all of them are vicious."

"What do you know? The person sitting in the carriage ahead must be their leader, and the leader must need guards."

"Then you look at the back, the shortest little guy, even he is bigger than us, he looks very powerful."

"Hey, think about it, the Western Regions are a barren land, and those who don't have the skills will probably die long ago."

"That's right, to be able to follow the caravan to such a far place, they must have been selected."

"By the way, there are no women. I heard that orchids are all first-class in beauty, so why don't you offer a few?" The man said, sucking his saliva greedily.

"You take it too much for granted. There are Hu Ji in the capital, and they just look fresh. How can they compare to our Central Plains women? Besides, do you think there is still a shortage of beauties in the palace?"

Looking out of the window, the light rain had stopped, and after the team in front passed by, all kinds of large objects began to appear.This is when the tea customer who went out to do business began to show off again, saying that the things inside were usually carefully hidden, but they would open it when they arrived in the capital to show their sincerity.

Hearing this, Han Lang looked intently, and there were indeed all kinds of rare and rare artifacts.He suddenly felt that the "Stone Yulan" whom he had broken his mind some time ago was completely inferior in comparison. The things in front of him were not ordinary, gold, silver, pearls and emeralds, everything that one expects to find. "Ah! Look at that shrine. It's made of pure gold. I don't know how much it's worth!"

The crowd on the street also started a commotion, and was severely suppressed by the yamen servants with knives.Then, the line stopped, and Han Lang leaned out half of his body on the window sill with the others, and saw a person getting out of the carriage at the front of the line, met with several court officials, and then boarded the sedan chair together.He guessed that those officials should be people from Honglu Temple, but in such a blink of an eye, he felt that the back of one of them was quite familiar, very much like a virtuous king.

How could he come?

Han Lang had an ominous premonition, but wherever the King Xian appears, there will be no good things.He quickly said a mantra, and a black bird flew out from his fingertips and followed their sedan chair.With the effect of the spell, he could see the opponent's face clearly, and it really was the Xian Wang.At this moment, he couldn't sit still anymore, and by accident, he grabbed "Feng Buyan" beside him and ran out. He Yijiu's follower yelled at the back and asked him where he was going, and he hurriedly responded, "I'll be back in a while!"

In fact, Han Lang himself didn't have any plans, he just felt that King Xian shouldn't be here, and wanted to know what they were going to do.The street was still huddled together, and someone in the caravan threw small pieces of broken silver at the crowd, which caused people to rush and blocked the road.Han Lang scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, shouting "Excuse me, excuse me", but no one answered.With a glance in his eyes, he suddenly came up with a bad idea, stepped on the table of the wonton shop next door, ignored the boss's exclamation, and grabbed the shop's cover and jumped onto the roof.

"You—what are you doing! Come down!"

Even the yamen servants were alarmed, and four or five people surrounded him at once. He secretly screamed that something was wrong, hurriedly dodged to a place where they couldn't see, bent down and quickly cast a disillusionment spell.

Well, it should be safe now.

The spell doesn't last long, but it should be enough.He bypassed the blocked avenues and walked quickly through the alleys.When he chased the sedan chair, his spell could last for a while.The convoy had already driven to other places, and there was only this sedan chair not far in front of it, which was parked in front of Xian Wang's mansion.

Not long after, Han Lang saw a strange official walking out of the sedan chair, followed by King Xian, and the caravan leader.As soon as the last person appeared, he immediately caught Han Lang's attention. This person was tall and tall, with a tiger skin cloak on his shoulders, and his eyes were deep. He was filled with an indescribable intimidating force, like a Dharma protector in a temple.He faced the virtuous king, but he did not appear to be weak. The two exchanged a few words, and the virtuous king led him into the house.

As soon as the door was opened, Han Lang knew that he had no chance to eavesdrop.He was about to leave, but he saw a figure flashing in the room, a person he was very familiar with had a face-to-face meeting with King Xian, and seemed to have exchanged a few words.Han Lang was struck by lightning in an instant, and he stood there motionless. He couldn't admit that the person inside was wrong, it turned out to be--it was He Yijiu!

The door closed slowly in front of him with a loud bang.

When He Yijiu returned home, it was already evening.

Han Lang has always been unable to hide his thoughts, and since He Yijiu was involved, his anger became more and more difficult to suppress.He didn't want to keep silent and pretend not to know, and he didn't want to pretend to pry. He had always believed in He Yijiu, and it was this belief that gave him the idea to speak out.At least based on what he knew about He Yijiu, he guessed that there must be many causes and consequences that he didn't know about.

At best it was just a misunderstanding.

Just like when they came back from Yunhai Villa a few months ago, He Yijiu was keenly aware of the impending rain as soon as he got home.But this time was different, Han Lang's anger was no longer aimed at other people, but directly directed at He Yijiu.

The light in the room was dim, except for a single dim light.Most of Han Lang's face was covered by shadows, his expression was tense, and he stared down at He Yijiu in the flickering lights.The latter screamed in his heart that it was not good, so he calmed down first, and smiled as if disapproving, and went over to coax: "What's the matter, this is, who made my wife angry?"

"I also want to know who has that ability." Han Lang said coldly, he stopped talking after choking on this sentence, and got up to leave.

He Yijiu reacted quickly and hurriedly stopped her.In the dim light, Han Lang's expression was so cold that it seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he didn't bother to look at He Yijiu at all, which made He Yijiu's hair stand on end, thinking that this time it was a big mess.

He is also a tempered person. Since the persuasion was ineffective, he immediately dragged Han Lang to the bench beside him, and the two sat facing each other. "Speak well," He Yijiu put his arms around his shoulders and said, "If you get angry at me, you have to let me know why?"

Han Lang glanced at him and pushed his hand aside.Sensing the other party's resistance, He Yijiu stopped rushing forward and said, "What's the matter?"

Only then did Han Lang speak in a muffled voice, "What did you do during the day?"

"I..." He Yijiu secretly thought that something was wrong, and when he got to this point, he concluded that Han Lang knew about it, "I went to see King Xian."

"More than once?"

He Yijiu's face darkened: "Who told you?"

On the contrary, Han Lang smiled, with the corners of his mouth hanging halfway, his smile was extremely stiff: "Why, if no one tells me, you still plan to keep it a secret?"

He Yijiu's expression was complicated. After a long silence, he let out a long sigh: "Ah Lang, this matter is more complicated than you imagined. I can't explain it in a while."

Han Lang didn't expect him to have such an evasive attitude, as if he had punched the cotton, and the anger that had just been suppressed suddenly rose again: "You don't say it? It's fine if you don't say it, then I don't care about it!"

After all, he was so angry that he pushed away the chair and "dumped" back to the room, kicking the things inside and rattling non-stop, and then roared again: "Fuck you!"

He Yijiu silently went to push the door, and the door opened before putting his hands on it.Han Lang appeared in front of him, his face was full of anger and grievance, and he raised his hand to beat him.This was a completely outrageous move. As soon as the fist fell, He Yijiu caught it firmly, and then his body was pulled out of balance, and he fell to the same place as He Yijiu.

This fell hard enough, Han Lang's whole body was on He Yijiu's body, and the latter acted as a backrest underneath, grinning his teeth in pain, but he still didn't forget to appease Han Lang: "Okay, be obedient, just let it out." .”

"How can you vent your anger if you don't speak clearly!"

He Yijiu held him tightly in his arms, not letting him get up: "Then let me tell you now, just listen to me."

Han Lang didn't say anything, and let He Yijiu help him up, drag him to a chair and sit on it.He Yijiu's hand rested firmly on the back of his head, allowing him to look at him calmly: "Let me assure you first, I won't tell a single lie."

As he spoke, he made a serious gesture of swearing, which finally attracted Han Lang's eyes: "Stop talking nonsense."

Only then did He Yijiu put his arms around him and said, "I told you that I was born in Shuiqi, but I didn't tell you about my family."

Han Lang waited quietly to continue.

"My father is the general of Shui Qi. He has status and money, but he is really not a good guy. He married my mother, gave birth to me, and then abandoned us mother and son."

"why?"

He Yijiu scratched his head: "Anyway, it's those ghosts fighting in court."

Knowing that he didn't like recalling the past, Han Lang stopped asking: "This time Shui Qi's caravan is related to you?"

"It has something to do with my father," He Yijiu said, shrugging his shoulders helplessly, "You have almost guessed the purpose of looking for me. My father wanted to win me over and promised a lot of benefits."

"Then what do you think?"

He Yijiu didn't answer, but seemed to be thinking.Seeing this, Han Lang's heart suddenly sank. In fact, with the other party's temperament, if he had nothing to talk to the Xian Wang and the others, he would have told Han Lang about it.After hiding it for so long, it shows that He Yijiu's heart has been shaken. It seems that the conditions offered by the other party are not simple.

"He promised to let us go, didn't he?"

He Yijiu froze for a moment, then smiled wryly: "As expected, you guessed it."

Han Lang could only sigh: "At this time, only this condition can move you."

He Yijiu hugged him tightly, scratching his hair with his fingertips: "A-Lang, I didn't tell you before because I was really hesitant. I know that you will most likely not agree, so wait a little longer Slow down, you still know in the end.”

Han Lang only moved slightly, avoiding his hand.

He Yijiu was a little embarrassed: "Ah Lang, let's stop messing around in the capital. Whether it's Zhao Wang or others, they all use us as pawns. Life or death is just a matter of their words. We people , where is the capital to fight them?"

Han Lang snorted: "What did the virtuous king tell you?"

"Tell him all the plans and arrangements of King Zhao so far, and then he will send us away, away from these battles."

Han Lang sneered: "He is as cunning as ever."

"He and my father are plotting something, although it's not obvious, but I can feel it. Ah Lang, we can't get stuck in it anymore, we are either working for this one or that one, freedom or life or everything will be taken by others Take control, is this kind of life interesting?"

"Doing things for the virtuous king, is it different from this?"

He Yijiu was choked by him, and he said after a long while: "We know so many things we shouldn't know, I have a hunch, after all the dust settles, King Zhao will also attack us."

Han Lang felt bitter in his heart, he was powerless to get angry, because he had already thought of what He Yijiu said.But along the way, isn't it all their own choice?For a case, for a passion, how can there be any room for retreat now?

Han Lang shook his head.

He Yijiu sighed again, he knew it was useless to say anything now.Frankly speaking, he never cared about the so-called righteousness of family and country, but Han Lang made a choice, although he was sad but also helpless.The oath he made at that time was vivid in his memory, all he could do was respect Han Lang's wishes.

"You still haven't changed." He put his arms around Han Lang and kissed him on the forehead.

Han Lang smiled bitterly: "Yes, everything has changed, and nothing has changed."