It was quiet all around.
No one answered, as though the man had let go of the arrows and fled.
"Who shot the arrows, come out and see... Since you have the guts to shoot at me, but don't dare to come out and see me?" Song Fuxiao shouted again.
Still no one answered.
Song Fuxiao sneered angrily, "What a coward. I don't want to see this kind of coward... "
Seeing that no one came out to see him even after he ridiculed him, Song Fuxiao was sure that the person who shot the arrows had really left.
He glanced up at the battle not far away, where the six confidants he brought were engaged in a bloody battle with Ning Xinhai. Ning Xinhai was indeed worthy of the name 'Stone Buddha'. His Buddhist martial arts were extremely exquisite, and he had the power to hold the pass alone. He stood in front of Cui Xiaoxin's carriage, and the six experts he brought with him could not get close at all.
Of course, Song Fuxiao could see it clearly. Although his six trusted experts were taking the initiative to attack, they weren't giving it their all. They were all disciples personally taught by the old immortal, had followed him for many years, done countless dirty and tiring jobs, and had killed countless people. Especially in recent years, they had also hidden in the army to cooperate with him in sniping the enemy's general, and taken the head of the enemy's leader.
Even if it was difficult for them to defeat Ning Xinhai, but if they wanted to take down Ning Xinhai, they would have used all kinds of unpredictable means...
In the final analysis, they did not want to offend the Cui family, for fear that there would be no room for reconciliation in the future.
Just as he could not really kill Yan Xiangma, they were also unwilling to kill Ning Xinhai.
Song Fuxiao recalled Yan Xiangma's scolding. A dog was a dog, a servant was a servant. A dog servant would never be able to stand up straight in front of his master. Because they knew that these people were their master, and perhaps their master's friends. They were the same kind of people.
Song Fuxiao sighed softly in his heart, and was about to step forward to help. No matter what, he had to lift the curtain of the carriage and take a look. Otherwise, what was the point of offending the Cui and Yan families and injuring Yan Xiangma like this today?
Just as he was about to act, there was the sound of the earth shaking in the distance.
Thud …
Thud …
The hooves of the horses pounded on the ground as they galloped towards them.
In the distance, in the black shadows, dozens of elite soldiers were flying over.
"The Monitoring Division is here. Who dares to commit murder under the feet of the Emperor?" The leader shouted sternly.
Song Fuxiao frowned. He knew that it would be difficult for him to carry out his plan today.
This time, there were only a few dozen people. In a short while, there would probably be hundreds or even thousands of people. This was under the Son of Heaven's feet. It would be fine if they used some tricks in secret, but if they made this conflict public, it would be difficult for anyone to gain anything.
Song Fuxiao waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go."
Song Fuxiao's figure turned into a black shadow and disappeared in a few flashes. The six black-robed masters who were fighting with Ning Xinhai had no desire to continue fighting. After hearing Song Fuxiao's order to retreat, they immediately covered each other and left the battle, soon disappearing into the dark night.
When these people were far away, Ning Xinhai immediately rushed over to where Yan Xiangma was lying, hastily shouting: "Xiangma, Xiangma — — are you all right? How are you? "
Cui Xiaoxin also lifted the curtain of the carriage, crying sadly: "Cousin — —"
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Li Muyang stood motionless in the yard for more than an hour and still did not say a word. This made Boss Mo, who was accompanying him, feel a sense of trepidation.
He wanted to go forward and say a few comforting words to Li Muyang, but because he had little contact with him before, he did not know much about the little Master's character. He did not know if disturbing him at this time would be adding fuel to the fire.
But it was not the way to stay silent all the time.
Just as Boss Mo was in a dilemma, a blue shadow quietly climbed over the wall. Hong Xiu had returned.
Boss Mo hurriedly signaled with his eyes for Hong Xiu to go up and comfort the Young Master.
"Young Master — —" Hong Xiu bowed and greeted Li Muyang.
"How is Xiangma?" Li Muyang asked aloud.
"I disguised myself as a servant of the Yan residence and went to the Yan family to inquire. It is said that Young Master Xiangma was seriously injured. When he was sent back by the Monitoring Division, he was already in a coma. It was said that his internal organs were injured — — The Yan family was alarmed and had sent out many people to invite famous doctors. The imperial doctors of the palace also came — — Because the Yan residence is heavily guarded at this time, all the important people of the Yan family are gathered here, even Cui Xichen also rushed over. I was afraid of alerting the enemy and my identity would be suspected, so I dared not get too close to Young Master Xiangma — —"
Li Muyang's face sank, asking aloud: "Where is Miss Xiaoxin?"
"Miss Xiaoxin followed the people of the Monitoring Division to the Yan family, and has not left yet. She should wait until Young Master Xiangma is out of danger before leaving — — "
Li Muyang turned to look at Boss Mo. "That arrow was shot by you?"
Boss Mo hurriedly bowed and said guiltily: "Please punish me, Young Master."
"What is the crime?"
"Young Master was in danger, but I was hiding in the dark and did not help. Please punish me, Young Master. "Boss Mo said respectfully.
Li Muyang's face eased a little, reaching out to help him up. "You saved Xiangma's life, how can I punish you? If you hadn't acted in time, I'm afraid Xiangma would have — — "
Li Muyang felt suffocated, saying in a low voice: "Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. If you had shown yourself at that time, the spies that Grandfather had laid in ambush in Tiandu for many years would have been dug out and caught in one fell swoop. In that case, we would have become blind and deaf, and it would have been even more difficult to avenge Grandfather and wipe out the shame of the family. "
"Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding." Boss Mo said gratefully.
Li Muyang looked at Boss Mo and asked aloud: "How did Boss Mo know I was in danger? How did you appear in such a timely manner? "
Cold sweat trickled down Boss Mo's forehead as he explained in a low voice: "Miss Hong Xiu saw that Young Master had not returned for a long time and was worried that Young Master was in danger, so she let me go out to see. I didn't expect to rush to the Broken Bridge and find that someone was intercepting Miss Xiaoxin's carriage — — I hesitated again and again and did not dare to show myself. I could only intercept Young Master Yan at the moment of danger. "
"It was I who asked Boss Mo to go and help." Hong Xiu also echoed.
Li Muyang nodded. "I don't have any suspicions, but I have doubts in my heart. No one should know that I have come to Tiandu. Going to see Miss Xiaoxin was also a spur of the moment idea, so no one should know — — Why was I immediately intercepted when I had just met Miss Xiaoxin? Don't you two find it strange? "
"I also want to ask Young Master if the meeting between you and Miss Xiaoxin has been known by others — — otherwise, why would your whereabouts be exposed?" Hong Xiu and Li Muyang had a close relationship, and could be said to be the first direct descendant of the Lu clan who was loyal to Li Muyang. Therefore, she was naturally straightforward when talking to Li Muyang.
"It shouldn't be." Li Muyang carefully thought about it and said, "I know it's a big deal, so I was extremely cautious when I went out. I circled several times outside Tiandu before returning — — I am very confident in my body technique. If someone was following me, it would be difficult for them to escape my eyes."
"That's strange." Hong Xiu looked thoughtful and said, "This time it was really thrilling. If Gongzi's whereabouts are exposed, I'm afraid that all the masters in Tiandu will come to besiege Gongzi. Even if we want to help, I'm afraid it will be meaningless at that time … So, Hong Xiu begs Gongzi to be very careful in doing things in the future, lest someone finds your real body and provokes a fatal disaster. "
Li Muyang said in a cold voice, "I came for revenge. If I really have no choice, I'll just leave — — However, the Song family first killed my grandfather, destroyed my Lu clan, and now almost killed my friend. How can I let this go? I will definitely make them pay for this debt. "
"Young Master, don't be impulsive. Young Master came back with the intention of seeking revenge on the Song family. However, please proceed according to the plan — — If Gongzi were to fight with the Song family in a fit of rage, it is unknown whether you would be able to kill Song Gudu, and the Song family would not be destroyed as we expected — — "
Li Muyang's eyes were as cold as a knife. Thinking of what Yan Xiangma had done in order to stop Song Fuxiao, he said murderously, "The Song family and I will not rest until one of us is dead. I will let them live for a few days."
"Young Master, what are we going to do next?"
Li Muyang pondered for a moment. "I originally wanted Xiangma to take me into the palace, but now Xiangma is seriously injured, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve for a while — —"
Li Muyang looked at Boss Mo, asking aloud, "Boss Mo, do you have a way?"
Boss Mo hesitated for a moment. "We also have a spy in the palace, but his words carry little weight, I'm afraid he can't take Young Master to see the person you want to see."
"Then don't alert the enemy, I'll think of another way." Li Muyang said. He thought that perhaps Chu Ning could help him with this little favour?
It was just that, although he did not have much contact with Chu Ning, he also knew that this girl was kind-hearted. It was just that she was a little overbearing because she was doted on by the late Emperor. Could it be that he was going to pull this already wounded and pitiful girl into this pool of muddy water for his own use?
"Yes. Young Master. "Boss Mo said aloud.
He glanced at Li Muyang, then at Hong Xiu, who was hesitating to speak, and said respectfully, "I will go back to my room to rest first. If Young Master has anything to say, just let Hong Xiu tell me."
"Thank you Boss Mo."
"Young Master can call me Mo Siji." Boss Mo said modestly.
Li Muyang smiled and waved his hand. "Call me Boss Mo, so as not to reveal any flaws in front of people — —"
After Boss Mo left, Hong Xiu walked over to Li Muyang's side. "About what happened tonight, does Young Master have any doubts?"
Li Muyang shook his head. "If someone really knows my whereabouts and betrayed me — — it should be Song Gudu, that old dog, who personally took action. It would not just be Song Gudu's shadow Song Fuxiao."
"What does Young Master mean?"
"Lure the snake out of its hole."
"Lure the snake out of its hole?"
Li Muyang's expression was solemn. "Wait and see which snake they are trying to lure — —"
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In front of the Song family's old residence, several horses were galloping over. The white-robed youngster in the lead threw away the reins in his hand and strode toward the courtyard.
Song Tao went straight to the kitchen, where the old housekeeper was squatting on the ground to light the fire, while Grandfather Song Gudu was personally decocting medicine. Ever since Sister Chenxi's condition worsened, the medicine that she took every day was personally decocted by Grandfather.
This attracted the attention of the Song family and even the important people of Tiandu. Everyone was amazed at the importance of the girl in the Old immortal's heart. Most likely even the current Emperor of West Wind did not have the chance to drink the medicine personally decocted by Old immortal Song?
Song Tao rushed in, urgently saying: "Grandfather, Song Fuxiao has made a big mistake, let him leave the capital as soon as possible — —"
Song Gudu gently stirred the medicine pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks, so that the precious herbs inside could be cooked more thoroughly.
Song Gudu asked without lifting his head, "Big mistake? What big mistake? "
"Grandfather, Song Fuxiao almost killed Yan Xiangma — —"
"Just almost, in the end he didn't kill him." Song Gudu said. "Besides, he is working for the imperial court, and it is reasonable for him to arrest a criminal of treason."
"But — —" Song Tao was taken aback. Could it be that Song Fuxiao was instructed by Grandfather to do such an evil thing? However, how could Grandfather let him hurt a younger generation? This was not in line with Grandfather's temperament and style of doing things. "How do we explain to the Cui and Yan families? What's more, the Song family is about to form a marriage alliance with the Cui family — — "
Song Gudu waved his hand, saying indifferently, "It doesn't matter. It won't affect the overall situation. "
"Grandfather — —"
Song Gudu finally raised his head to look at Song Tao, then put the chopsticks aside and said, "Simmer it over low heat, stir it a lot … Don't fry it too fiercely, otherwise the medicinal soup will have a burnt smell. Chenxi doesn't like this burnt smell the most, I'm afraid she won't be willing to eat it. "
"Don't worry. I've seen Master cook it so many times, I remember it. "The old butler said with a smile.
Song Gudu turned and walked out of the kitchen, and Song Tao immediately followed him out.
Back in the courtyard, the strong smell of medicine had faded a lot.
Song Tao looked at Song Gudu quietly waiting, knowing that he had something to say to him.
"Is there any movement from the Yan family?"
"The people of the Monitoring Division sent Yan Xiangma back, the Yan family is now in a mess, all the important people have gathered, and are inviting famous doctors to treat Yan Xiangma's injury — —" Song Tao said what he knew.
"What about the Cui family?"
"It's said that the old man of the Cui family has also gone."
"Don't you think it's strange?" Song Gudu smiled. "Yan Xiangma's injury is so serious, but until now no one has come to me to seek justice — —"
Song Tao raised his brows, asking, "What does Grandfather mean?"
"Two young children fighting, if the parents of the two families are friends, what would the situation be like?"
"Of course the one who has been wronged will go and find the parent of the one who hit him." Song Tao said in a low voice.
"What if the one who has been wronged did not go?"
Song Tao's mind stirred, looking incredulously at Grandfather Song Gudu. "Could it be — — they have the intention of revenge?"
"It's better to come than not to come." Song Gudu sighed softly. "If they don't come, it either means that they have the intention of revenge, or, even they themselves think that Yan Xiangma may be sheltering those traitors — — Didn't Cui Jian make a probe? He deliberately handed over several cases involving the remnants of the Lu clan to Yan Xiangma to deal with. Although Yan Xiangma killed all those who participated in the treason, but secretly released their families — — "
"Yan Xiangma colluded with the traitors of the Lu clan?"
Song Gudu gently shook his head, his deep eyes gazing into the night sky, as though able to pierce through the layers of darkness and see the vast sea of stars behind the clouds.
"Yan Xiangma — —" After a pause, Song Gudu continued in a low voice, "It's not important. What I'm afraid of is that the people behind Yan Xiangma have an idea. "
"— —"
Just then, a young boy came in with light footsteps, respectfully saying, "Old immortal, the Duke has come to visit."
Song Gudu's expression shifted slightly, glancing at his grandson Song Tao. "Tao 'er, go out and greet him personally."
"Yes, Grandfather." Song Tao smiled. "Since Grandfather Cui is here, what Grandfather is worried about won't happen, right?"
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The autumn wind rustled, the fallen leaves scattered.
Yan Xiangma sat on the bed, looking at the fallen leaves in the courtyard with a sad expression.
Although his life was saved, but because of the serious injury he suffered that day, his body was still extremely weak, and most likely would not recover in a short period of time.
His body was covered with a thick cotton-padded coat, and there was a blazing charcoal fire around him. Although the harsh winter had not really arrived, but Yan Xiangma already felt the bone-chilling cold.
Creak — —
The thick wooden door was pushed open, and a group of people bustled into the small courtyard.
Yan Xiangma only needed to hear the sound of footsteps to know who it was.
He let out a deep sigh. What should come would come, and he couldn't avoid it.
"Go down." A middle-aged man said in a low voice.
Yan Xiangma could tell that it was the voice of his father Yan Bolai. He drove all the servants and maids out of his small courtyard, so that it would be more convenient for them to talk.
Sure enough, a group of people rushed in, led by Grandfather Yan Donglou, followed by Eldest Uncle Yan Wuxia, Second Uncle Yan Botao, and the last one was his father Yan Bolai.
Although Yan Donglou was old, but because of long-term cultivation, he only looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was awe-inspiring, and walked like the wind.
Eldest Uncle Yan Wuxia was the top master of the clan, but Yan Xiangma did not know what realm he had reached, and most likely only Grandfather and Second Uncle knew. However, he was already at the upper stages of the Withered Glory realm a few years ago, and at that time was known as' the best person in the Withered Glory realm '. He was one of the few masters of their generation.
At that time, it was said that he and Mu Yubai of the Still water sword school were qualified to be ranked as the best in Tiandu in the future. Unexpectedly, Mu Yubai was almost destroyed in the hands of that evil dragon. And Yan Wuxia usually lived in seclusion, almost did not care about the affairs of the world, and had never seen Li Muyang face to face.
Second Uncle Yan Botao was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, in charge of the money and grain of West Wind. He was one of the heads of one of the three most important departments of the West Wind imperial court.
The first was the Ministry of History, which controlled the officials of the world. It could be said to be the first department in the world.
The second department was the Ministry of Revenue, where the rich were the masters. Whether it was the head of the Ministry of History or the other departments, who did not need financial support? Who did not want to take more from their own pockets?
The third department was the military headquarters, which was a major department and also a key department. Because most of the army was in the hands of the major families or relatives of the Emperor, the words of the officials in the military headquarters were not so useful.
Although Lu Xingkong did not hold a position in the military headquarters, but because he held the position of Defence Minister, the majority of the army was under his control. Therefore, Lu Xingkong's words were more effective than those in the military headquarters. It was no exaggeration to say that one third of the West Wind army was in the hands of the Lu clan.
If the Lu clan rebelled, they would most likely lose the support of the people, and the other armies would certainly rush over to rescue the Emperor.
However, if Lu Xingkong intended to be the King of a territory, then most likely even the Imperial family would be helpless against him.
It was a pity that the entire Lu Clan had fallen to such a miserable fate.
"Xiangma, are you feeling better?" Yan Donglou asked, looking at Yan Xiangma lying on the bed.
Yan Xiangma got up from the bed, bowed to the elders one by one, and said: "Xiangma greets Grandfather, Uncle, Second Uncle, and Father — — Thank you Grandfather for your concern, I'm much better."
Yan Donglou's eyes darkened, and after listening to Yan Xiangma's answer, he nodded. "It's good that you're fine. It wasn't easy for Divine Doctor Qin to save you — — you must cherish your life in the future. "
"Grandfather is right. Xiangma will be careful and take care of my body in the future, Xiaoxin. "Yan Xiangma said respectfully.
"Yes." Yan Donglou saw that Yan Xiangma's attitude was excellent, and his expression eased a lot. "Botao, you talk to Xiangma."
Yan Botao nodded, walked over to Yan Xiangma's side, and looked at Yan Xiangma with a smile. "Xiangma, you came back with serious injuries that day, we were only concerned about your condition, but did not ask you what happened. Although Xiaoxin had explained for you, but we all felt that things were a bit strange — — did you really stop Song Fuxiao to search the car in order to protect Xiaoxin's face? "
Yan Xiangma's face grew solemn, nodding. "Song Fuxiao is too much. He saw that sister Xiaoxin was just a weak girl, so he went up to bully her — — If I didn't encounter him then I wouldn't care, but I encountered him, how could I let him succeed? At that time, I was not only protecting sister Xiaoxin's face, but also the face of our Yan and Cui families. If Song Fuxiao searched sister Xiaoxin's car, it would damage her reputation and also harm us. Can the Song family bully our Yan family like that? "
Yan Botao's eyes flickered. "You really didn't know there was someone else in the carriage?"
"What?" Yan Xiangma's face was filled with astonishment. "There's another person in the carriage? Wasn't it just sister Xiaoxin and her attendants — — I know sister Xiaoxin's character, she won't travel with strangers. "
"According to Song Fuxiao, there was a traitor in the carriage at that time — — and he also told you about it."
"That's their excuse. It's ridiculous. " A sneer appeared on Yan Xiangma's mouth, and he roared in exasperation, "That's the excuse he found for hurting me and humiliating me. Sister Xiaoxin just came out of the Song family's old residence, could it be that the traitor was brought out from the Song family's old residence? Apart from that, how could there be a traitor? "
Yan Bolai glanced at his son. "Li Muyang is back."
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