Chasing King

"Yan Taifu, Yan Taifu?"

At dusk, Yan knew when the light of the carriage was coming through the gap between his eyes.

That voice is Shen Hexuan's student Fu Zhanqing's, Yan thinks empty light way: "what's the matter?"

"It's getting colder and colder. I'll give you some thick bedding."

"Come in." Yan Si was tied up with her bare hands and feet. She could only support herself with her elbows and sat up.

The door was unlocked, and then it was opened from the outside. Fu Zhanqing came in with a thick stack of things. Looking at Yan Sikong in the corner, he said respectfully, "do you want to spread a thick quilt on adults?"

"Well."

Fu Zhanqing unfolded the mattress and patiently spread it in the carriage. He stuffed the corners and smoothed the quilt. Seeing his serious but clumsy appearance, it was clear that he had done nothing.

Yan Sikong couldn't help joking: "you are the rich young master of which family, how did you follow Shen Hexuan this wooden pimple?"

Fu Zhanqing smiles: "my father is a cloth merchant in the south of the Yangtze River. When he was a child, he hoped that the younger generation would gain fame and honor his ancestors. The wandering immortal doctor who saved the teacher has been a close friend of my father for many years. My father has always admired the name of the teacher. It is a great honor for the younger generation to be a teacher."

"Cloth dealer? "The Fu family of Luan embroidery workshop?" It's a famous dabufang in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Exactly."

Yan Sikong sneered: "your father is rich. You could have been at ease. Why do you have to enter this dangerous officialdom?"

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. At this time, the country is in turmoil. I hope I can follow my teacher and devote myself to my family and country."

"Young people are so ambitious. It's good. It's very good." Yan Sikong has a lonely smile on her face. He was born in a scholarly family. His father's highest ideal in his life was to serve the country and become an official in the imperial court. He was also educated in this way since childhood. But I don't know if his father ever complained about the emperor of the Chen family who wanted to go through fire and water when he left his hometown and died in the street.

Yan Sikong's face was hidden in the dim light, a little fuzzy, but his eyes were shining like stars in the sky, and the shadow of eyebrow bone and nose bridge was as beautiful as mountains lying on the earth.

Fu Zhanqing looked at Yan Sikong, a little crazy.

Yan Sikong suddenly looks up at Fu Zhanqing. Fu Zhanqing shakes and lowers his head.

"How do you recognize me?"

"In fact, I've been here for seven days. The teacher's legs and feet are inconvenient, so he told me your body shape, appearance and temperament. The most important thing is to really know how to cure horses. " Fu Zhanqing thought about it and said, "I have seen your portrait, but..."

"But what?"

Fu Zhanqing said in a soft voice: "but not as good as your eleven."

"Oh." Yan Sikong said to himself, "what you see is a picture offering a reward?"

Fu Zhanqing was embarrassed: "I'm not the same as what I heard."

"What's the difference?"

"Rumor..." Fu Zhanqing secretly glanced at Yan Sikong, and suddenly felt that his cheeks were a little hot. "The rumors can't be true, and the adults can't listen."

"It's said that I was so insidious and cunning that I took the helm when I saw the wind and flattered with my color?"

Fu Zhanqing bowed his head and said nothing.

"Well, I haven't heard of it." Yan Sikong said lightly.

"Are you hungry, my lord? I'll have dinner delivered. "

"Good."

"My lord..."

"You learn from Shen Hexuan, but you are not as rigid as he is." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "why, are you curious about me?"

Fu Zhanqing said with some embarrassment: "adults are famous people all over the world. They are willing to talk with their younger generation, and they are flattered."

"I'm a notorious traitor and anti thief. What kind of favor do you get?"

"Younger generation..." Fu Zhanqing's eyes flashed. "I used to listen to the rumors and think that adults are unbearable. But teachers often talk about adults. When I see adults, I believe that what adults do is not for their own selfish desires."

Yan Sikong looked at Fu Zhanqing and sighed, "it's rare that you have a thorough mind."

Fu Zhanqing smiles.

Yan Sikong recalled the past and couldn't help laughing. "In those days, we were all other people's students. Now he has become a teacher."

"Teachers and adults learned from Yan Zilian, the first assistant of the cabinet, and the younger generation felt inferior."

"You're more like a teacher than your teacher. My teacher appreciates Shen Hexuan's talent, but he's very critical of his straightness and rigidity. However, he's really enlightened over the past few years when he chose you as a student." Yan Sikong sneered, "but how can you stand him, eh?"

Fu Zhanqing said sincerely: "the teacher taught me that" if I am upright, I will act without command. If I am not upright, I will not obey orders. "The teacher set an example and taught me by words and deeds. In the hearts of the younger generation, teachers are models in the world for people and officials. The younger generation is one or two of the most energy-efficient, which is enough for a lifetime."

"Shen Hexuan is very glad to have a student like you." Yan Si sighed in the hollow, because he could not help but think of his only student, but now he has turned against each other.——

After a month's running, they finally came to Guangning.

At this time, Guangning has been fortified, and the whole city is on guard. If you enter or leave the city, you will be subject to severe interrogation, lest you get into the spy.

Yan Sikong looked at the city with high walls and deep moats, and there was a trance in front of her. Is this his Guangning? Guangning used to be just a small town with a cone. Now there is no trace of what it was 20 years ago.

At that time, he and Yuanmao stood on that tower, three times rejecting the hundred thousand troops of the state of Jin, making the small Guangning City resound all over the world. Unfortunately, Yuanmao retreated from the foreign enemy, but it was difficult to guard against the internal thieves. He could protect forty thousand soldiers and people in Guangning, but he could not protect a small home.

How many people in Guangning remember the bloody battle 20 years ago and Yuanmao?

Yan Sikong gets out of the carriage. Shen Hexuan is in a wheelchair and is pushed to him by Fu Zhanqing: "I have sent a secret letter to chief soldier Liang, telling him that I'm coming to Guangning, but I didn't mention you."

Yan Sikong understands Shen Hexuan's concerns. For 20 years, even though Liang Huiyong still remembers him, he is no longer the second young master of the yuan family, but a crime minister and anti thief. It's hard to know how Liang Huiyong would react when he saw him.

Yan Sikong nodded: "when I see General Liang, I will tell him."

Shen Hexuan motioned to Fu Zhanqing, and Fu Zhanqing said, "untie Yan Taifu's instruments of torture."

The bodyguard untied Yan Si's shackles.

"We have to keep a low profile when we enter the city, so you are allowed to be free for the time being." Shen Hexuan stares at Yan Sikong, "but don't try to escape. The bodyguard will follow you all the time."

Yan Sikong shook his hands and feet, which had been bound for a long time. He felt that some of his limbs were not his own, stiff and painful. He said: "I was going to Guangning, now Guangning is in front of me, where can I escape?"

"Well, go to town."

They disguised themselves as cloth merchants and entered the city smoothly.

Yan Sikong at this time really understand what is called fear of hometown. When he listened to the familiar Liaodong accent and looked at the familiar street view, the memory of his youth came to his face, almost drowning him. He remembers walking through the streets and alleys in the city countless times, remembering where to buy rice, where to listen to music, and where to see peddlers from other places Hawking new things on the street. As a teenager, he and Yuan Nanyu ran across every inch of the land of little Guangning city on two legs. For them at that time, Guangning was the whole world.

And his "world" really collapsed in Guangning - the moment his adoptive father was sent to the guillotine.

Once again, he set foot in this hometown where love and hate are intertwined. People are right and things are wrong.

They found an inn and planned to have a rest first.

Yan Sikong asked the store to get hot water and take a good bath.

The inn he lived in seems old now, but twenty years ago, it was the largest one in Guangning. He and Yuan Nanyu often ran outside the inn, and the waiter called out in a voice: "room 1, Tianzi, two guests." Then he ran away laughing in the shop's shouting and swearing.

I wonder if his yu'er can still remember.

After taking a bath and changing into dry clothes, Yan Si wants to go to the city. There are so many memories in his mind that he wants to look for those places in his memory.

But as soon as he opened the door, he was stopped by the guard at the door.

"I want to see Lord Shen."

"Please wait a moment, my Lord." The guard went to report.

After a while, Fu Zhanqing came: "what do you want from Taifu?"

Yan Sikong said, "I want to go to the city for a stroll to relieve my homesickness."

Fu Zhanqing said: "the teacher will not agree."

"You can follow me, I It's on this street. It's not far

Fu Zhanqing hesitated for a moment: "I'll go with Mr. Taifu. Let the bodyguard follow me. It's only in this street."

"Thank you very much." Yan Sikong said that she was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Fu Zhanqing stares at Yan Sikong's face, "please do some camouflage."

"I've been away for twenty years. No one will recognize me."

Fu Zhanqing looked at Yan Sikong without blinking, "adult looks refined, it is inevitable to attract attention."

Yan Sikong had to put on a hat and stick on a beard.

"My Lord, please."

They went downstairs and got several bodyguards to follow them. They strolled along the street of the inn, which is the main street of Guangning city and the most lively place in the city.

Twenty years has passed, and the style of the streets has changed a lot. Yan Sikong has a good memory, and can almost draw the picture of that year. He points to those stores: "this used to be a rice shop, that used to sell shoes, that used to be a bean curd mill, this is a new building, and there was nothing before."

Fu Zhanqing listened carefully: "adults remember clearly."

"I walked through this street countless times when I was young..." Yansikong stretched his neck and looked forward. "At the end of the street, there is a steamed bun shop called zhangxiazi steamed bun, which is a time-honored shop in Guangning. My father often buys it for us." He said, and suddenly his steps slowed down. He was afraid that when he came to the end of the road, he found that the bun shop was gone."I think it's still there." Fu Zhanqing saw through Yan Sikong's mind, narrowed his eyes and looked forward, "let's go and have a look."

Two people walked past, fruit see the small building is still hanging the banner of steamed stuffed bun shop, Yan think empty great joy, even some excited: "still, this steamed stuffed bun shop is still." He walked on in three steps.

Before he came near, the smell of steamed stuffed buns had gone into his nose, which made him salivate. Yan Sikong walked into the shop and looked around. There was little change in the shop. In a trance, he seemed to really go back to twenty years ago.

Fu Zhanqing took out a silver bag and bought several kinds of steamed buns: "take them back and give them to the teacher."

Yan Sikong took one of his favorite pork buns, which was just out of the pot and was still hot. He held it in the palm of his hand and dispelled the chill of winter. He trembled and got close to his mouth and took a big bite.

The taste of fresh fragrance makes the distant memories more clear. Yan Sikong has a picture of harmony in the yuan family. His whole body is shaking, his eyes are full of tears, and he can't help it.

He went back to his hometown, but he had no home.

The world's largest, he Yan think empty, no longer home.

Fu Zhanqing, looking at Yan Si's empty sobbing, was not only embarrassed.

Yan Sikong lowered his head and walked out of the bun shop.

"My Lord." Fu Zhanqing went to Yan Sikong and said, "if adults like to eat..."

"Go back to the inn." Yan Sikong whispered.

"Ah?"

"Go back to the inn." Yan Sikong said again, he can't go down any more. Cross this street and turn another corner. That's the execution ground of Yuanmao meteorite. That's the beginning of his life's nightmare. He hasn't had the courage to go back.

“…… Good

When they passed a big tree, several children were playing around the ancient well under the tree, reading and singing nursery rhymes.

At first, they didn't care, but when they passed by and heard that "three men riding on the wall, Yan thief thinks of Kong" rushed into their ears, Yan Sikong froze all over.

Fu Zhanqing also heard, his face slightly changed: "my Lord, let's go back to the inn."

But Yan Sikong stopped.