Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The lights in the room were dim, and in the dim light, the two people sitting opposite each other looked sad. They looked at each other and lowered their heads. After a while, someone spoke up: "Meiliya's (Wanyan Zongjie) child was only that young, but that person also..."

"Alubu! Shut up." The man named Wanyan Zongjun stared at the other man: "Don't talk nonsense without any evidence, it will cost you your life."

"How can there be no evidence?" Wanyan Zongmin panted and said quickly, "Brother Wu Liye had just died, and they asked my sister-in-law to take the child to the army in the name of condolences. Halfway through the journey, they said that they were killed by hungry civilians. Bullshit! How could hungry civilians dare to hit the carriage, not to mention that there were twelve guards accompanying them."

He leaned forward and said, "Eluguan, the twelve guards are all good soldiers in the army, and none of them came back."

"I know!" Wanyan Zongjun sat up straight and growled softly, then bent down dejectedly: "But what's the use of knowing? The whole court is full of his people..."

Wanyan Zongming also bowed his head instantly, with a dejected look on his face and unable to speak.

The room was quiet for a while. Outside, Shi Qian frowned and took out a piece of paper with words written on it. Just as he was about to open the window and throw it in, he heard another voice. He quickly put his ear close to the bamboo tube: "...Bu, I will also go to the front line the day after tomorrow."

"What..." Wanyan Zongmin stood up: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"What's the use?" Wanyan Zongjun shook his head: "He has no soldiers and no power, and he is in the right, how can his arm be stronger than his thigh?"

The man who stood up sat down with a look of despair: "Are you just going to let him wantonly harm us brothers?" He clenched his fists: "If only Fourth Brother was here..."

"Wuzhu's presence is nothing but another wronged soul." Wanyan Zongjun clenched his fists, but his face showed no expression. "Nianhan, that bastard, was very close to Wuzhu before. He watched us fall into such a situation and didn't say a word to help us. He is really a coward."

Wanyan Zongmin's expression changed constantly, and he whispered, "I did hear a rumor that Nianhan abandoned my fourth brother and escaped alone when he broke through the siege."

"That makes sense. This thief must be guilty, otherwise he would have stood up long ago with his temper." Wanyan Zongjun nodded and looked at his brother opposite him: "After I leave, you must be careful. If it really doesn't work, take advantage of the fact that the man is short of manpower recently and escape from here quickly."

"Where can we go..."

"Go to Liaoyang Prefecture, Wushu is there too!"

The sound coming from outside made the two brothers scared to death. They instinctively shouted "Who!", stood up in panic and looked at each other, not caring about putting on clothes or hats, "Clang--" they drew out their scimitars, opened the door and ran out. The cold wind blew, and their hairless foreheads felt cool and their scalps suddenly felt numb.

Looking around, it was pitch black. Wanyan Zongmin pointed his knife at the side of the house and said, "This way! The sound just now came from this side!"

The two men came over one after another with knives in their hands, looked at each other, Wanyan Zongming suddenly jumped forward, and the latter followed him.

No trace.

The two men looked around, turning in circles to look for the figure, sweat gradually appearing on their foreheads. They wiped the sweat off nervously, and the palms holding the scimitars became a little damp.

The wind whistled past, and a rustling sound of papers came from below. The two were startled and turned to look down. They saw a piece of paper being pressed down by a stone, and the exposed part was fluttering in the wind.

Wanyan Zongmin looked at his brother, squatted down and picked up the paper. He looked around but didn't see anyone. The two of them went back to the house and read the contents written on it by the light of the lamp.

Your brothers Wanyan Zongbing and Wanyan Zongfu are currently serving the King of Qi. We have been ordered to come to your aid and arrange to leave the city as soon as possible the day after tomorrow. To show our sincerity, we will visit you again tomorrow night.

Wanyan Zongjun finished reading it softly, looking thoughtful: "Hanwen...rescue him the day after tomorrow...come again tomorrow night..."

"Are you sure it's Chinese? Not Khitan?" Wanyan Zongmin's face, which was slightly red from the wind, was full of doubts. He pointed at the paper and said, "Why is Fourth Brother in Liaoyang Prefecture? And he pledged allegiance to the King of Qi. Could this be fake?"

"No... that person can achieve his goal by just sending us to the front line. There is no need to use such a laborious and irritating method." Wanyan Zongjun stroked his beard with a gleam in his eyes. "Don't worry about it for now. This is an opportunity. We can also take revenge on Nianhan."

"Ah?" Wanyan Zongmin didn't understand.

"Just wait." The former snorted, with a sneer on his face: "Then let that guy get anxious too."

...Two idiots, I'm not here.

The cold wind blew the snow on the roof. Shi Qian was standing on the opposite house, looking down at the two brothers who were looking for him. He couldn't help but curl his lips and smile complacently, as if he was the only hero in the world.

He watched the two people go back to the house looking for the letter he left behind, then he lowered his head, bent over and left lightly, just like when he came, not taking the main road, but running on the roof. Looking at the patrolling Jin soldiers holding torches, he slowed down and lay down on the spot, waiting for the people to pass by before getting up and continuing to run.

Huanglong Mansion is very large, but a few important houses are all in the center, very close to Wanyan Zongming's residence. He went in and out of four or five rooms, and when it was a little light, he ran back to the inn with a tired look on his face.

He threw a stone at the window panel, watched it open and heard a bird chirping. He then used the Flying Tiger Claw as a rope to slide himself down, staggered into the house, shook his arm, and with his unique skillful force, he retracted the claw. Du Lisan, who was standing by the window, then closed it.

"How is it?"

Shi Qian didn't have time to talk. He ran to his bag, found the water bag, and opened it. The spicy smell hit his nose. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. Then he shuddered and exhaled: "I'm alive. It's really cold tonight."

He turned to look at Du Lisan: "After running to several places, Wanyan Zongjun and Wanyan Zongmin are still alive, while the wives of Wanyan Zongzhao and Wanyan Zongjie are all dead. Tsk tsk, these Jurchens are really cruel."

"That's much easier. Two people are always easier to get out than a whole family."

"Not necessarily." Shi Qian shook his head, took off his white nightgown, sat down on the bed, and wrapped himself in a quilt: "I overheard the conversation between those two people. Wanyan Zongjun will be driven to the battlefield the day after tomorrow."

Du Lisan frowned: "If that's the case, I'm afraid the Jin people are keeping a close watch on the two of them... You didn't reveal where you were, did you?"

"No." Shi Qian shook his hand: "No one found me along the way. Tomorrow... No, tonight I will go again and meet the two brothers. If they don't work out, I will just take one back. Anyway, we have tried our best."

"Well, let's not think about it for now. I'll think of a solution during the day." He glanced at Shi Qian who was about to fall and said, "Brother, you've worked hard. Go to sleep quickly. I'll need your help tonight."

"Call me if you need anything." Shi Qian said and fell asleep.

Du Lisha stood there thinking for a while before opening the door. Seeing that there was no one around, he stepped out, closed the door, went into his room, and rested with his eyes closed.

At daybreak, a few wandering men came in and looked at the shop assistant and asked, "Are there any rooms available?"

……

The sky is a little dark.

Huanglong Mansion was still a little deserted. Wanyan Zongjun, wearing a fur coat, walked out of the gate, got on the carriage, closed his eyes and swayed all the way to Wanyan Zonghan's mansion.

Now that he had been drafted into the army, he knew that he might not be able to escape, but he wanted to cause trouble for the ruler and ministers of Huanglong Mansion in order to harm others and not benefit himself, but...

I hope it works...

Eternal Heaven protects!
The person with closed eyes is praying.

The carriage moved slowly, shaking violently from time to time due to the uneven road surface. Wanyan Zonghan's mansion was not far from his home, but it stopped after a cup of tea. The Jurchen woman who got off the carriage signaled, and the coachman came forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? It's so cold."

A bald man came out of the door. His face changed when he saw Wanyan Zongjun standing outside. The man was wearing a luxurious fur coat and his carriage was also very impressive. He didn't dare to take it seriously and hurried out: "Who are you looking for, sir?"

Wanyan Zongjun glanced at him and said, "Find someone who can talk and tell them that Erluguan is here to visit you."

"Oh, yes." (End of this chapter)