The person who shouted that he stole the carriage fell to the ground and trembled in fear. His face was full of fear, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The general swallowed his saliva and looked at his subordinates who had retreated behind him. He wanted to retreat too but he knew that there were people watching from the top of the city walls. If he were to retreat in fear, he would suffer in the future.
"Burn it!" Shang Chaozong shouted as he jumped off the carriage. At the same time, he made a hand signal and someone immediately threw a saber over.
Catching the saber, Shang Chaozong turned around and slashed at the general. A stream of blood spurted out, splattering all over his face.
The general's eyes widened. Never in his dreams did he expect Shang Chaozong to kill him right under the Emperor's nose. Caught off guard, his head flew up into the sky and landed on the ground. His body twitched as he fell to the ground.
"Ah …" The soldiers outside the city walls retreated a few steps in fear.
Lan Ruoting who got off the carriage was speechless at this scene. How dare he kill a general under the Emperor's nose!
Tao Xin used his saber to cut off the noose of the carriage. He jumped onto the horse and charged towards the city gates. The guards all gave way and no one dared to stop him. They allowed Tao Xin to charge to the city gates and retrieve a torch before returning. Tao Xin lit the torch and threw it into the carriage through the window.
The fire quickly spread and smoke billowed out from the carriage.
Shang Chaozong, who was on a horse, suddenly turned around. His face was covered in blood as he looked at the two opened windows on the city walls. He saw Gamiao Shui and Song Jiuming. He immediately turned back and shouted, "Let's go!"
He took the lead, and the rest of the riders turned around to follow him!
"Like father, like son!" Gamiao Shui said indifferently with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Song Jiuming sighed as he stared at the group of people leaving. "I'm just afraid that King Ning's rallying power is still there. I hope it won't be a tiger returning to the mountain!"
Not long after, the deputy general rushed into the loft, cupped his fists and said sorrowfully, "Eunuch, Shang Chaozong has killed General Li, please seek justice for him!"
"After all, he's a member of the royal family. The bloodline of the royal family isn't something anyone can humiliate. If he dies, then so be it!" Gamiao Shui said indifferently. Flicking his black robe, he turned and walked away from the window. As he neared the deputy general, an invisible force surged out, causing the deputy general to stagger backward and tumble to the ground. Accompanying the departing footsteps was a cold snort. "Thousands of people were actually frightened by five hundred horsemen. A bunch of useless things!"
Song Jiuming looked at the deputy general who was dizzy from the fall. He did not say anything and left slowly. He did not want to say anything more.
He knew that once the situation at the East Gate reached the Palace, that person in the Palace would be furious. All the excuses and reasons were fake. The people guarding the East Gate for the Emperor were actually scared to such an extent by a few hundred riders. What if there really was an enemy attack? Could these people still be counted on to protect the capital? The deputy general's head would probably be lost, and a large number of people guarding the city would be implicated …
The peach blossoms were fragrant, the spring sunshine was bright, and the breeze was gentle.
Under the tree, Niu Youdao was flipping through the herbal catalogue. Occasionally, a few naughty petals would fall and disturb him.
Suddenly, the faint sound of hooves came from the foot of the mountain. Tu Lu clasped his chest and turned his head to look. He vaguely saw several riders stopping at the foot of the opposite cliff. They didn't look like people from the Sect. Someone led the riders up the winding stone steps.
Over the years, he had learned that no matter how many people came, it was none of his business. He continued to read his book. Reading in such an environment was also a pleasure. In his previous life, he had never had such a good environment for reading.
As he read, he felt sleepy again. He didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he lazily turned over and casually expressed the laziness in his bones, "The Peach Blossom Temple in the Peach Blossom Cove, the Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and plucked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When he was sober, he sat in front of the flowers. When he was drunk, he slept under the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, the flowers wilted and bloomed, year after year. I wish to die in the midst of flowers and wine, and not bow in front of carriages and horses. The dust of carriages and horses show the power of the person, and the wine cup and flower branches are the fate of the hermit. If the person is compared to the hermit, one is on the ground, and the other is in the sky. If the flower wine is compared to the carriage and horses, how is the other mediocre and I am idle? Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at them for not seeing through me. Without seeing the Five Tombs' heroes' grave, without flowers and wine, I hoe the fields … "
His tone was lazy. Slowly, after he finished reciting, he stretched his body and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, his head tilted to one side and he was immediately dumbfounded.
He saw three people standing next to him. The one in front was both strange and familiar at the same time. She was also very beautiful. It was none other than his wife, Tang Yi.
It was not because she was his wife that he felt that she was beautiful. He knew his wife's situation very well. She was indeed very beautiful. She was dignified and elegant. Her skin was white and tender like fine porcelain. Her chest was full, and her figure was graceful. She was wearing a black muslin dress, and her slender hands were crossed over her abdomen. She had the temperament of a fairy. She was standing in front of him, and it was a scene that was pleasing to the eye.
Behind her was the one-eyed Tuján, who was leaning on a walking stick. Next to him was a slim woman wearing a short green gown. He really did not know this woman. He did not know many people in the Shanghai Sect. Moreover, this woman was wearing a gauze hat, so he could not see her face clearly.
Tang Yi usually came here at the end of the year. Why would she come here now?
He thought that he had not woken up yet. He rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not mistaken. He quickly got up and casually brushed his long ponytail that was lying on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Why are you here?" He could not say the two words' Madam '. Other than that polite greeting on the day of the wedding, she had never called him' Husband 'again. He could only blame it on his own bad luck as a husband.
He also broke out in a cold sweat. These few years, he had indeed lived too peacefully and comfortably. He had even lost his basic vigilance. He did not even notice that three living people were in front of him. He was really sleeping like a dead pig. If someone really wanted to harm him in Jianghu, he was afraid that he would not even know how he died.
The three of them did not react for a long time. The way Tuján looked at him was unusual. It was as if he was looking at a monster. From time to time, he would look at the peach tree.
Tang Yi looked at him with a somewhat complicated gaze. Her thoughts were still in the mood of the poem that Niu Youdao had casually spouted out lazily and without any pretense. A poem that this fellow spouted out casually? An endless stream of Song Yanqing's poems?
She could not help but look at the thousand-year-old peach tree that was as wide as a canopy.
She had long suspected that Song Yanqing's poem had something to do with this guy. But she did not believe that this guy could write such a passionate poem at his age. But why did the poem just now feel so appropriate? Why did it feel like it was written for his current situation?
It was really hard for her to believe that such a poor boy from the mountains could write such a poem!
She was very clear about Niu Youdao's background.
Even though Dongguo Haoran had provided irrefutable evidence, from the situation, it was clear that Dongguo Haoran had accepted Niu Youdao as a disciple in a hurry. It was impossible for the High Clarity Sect to blindly accept someone into the sect. After asking about Niu Youdao's background, they immediately sent someone to that mountain village to verify it, and they confirmed that there was no mistake.
But when they first saw Niu Youdao, many people, including Tang Yi, realized that this mountain village boy was not ordinary. Although his clothes were ragged and the shoes he wore revealed his toes, the familiarity in his eyes could not be concealed. Also, the way he spoke did not seem like something a mountain village boy should have.
Perhaps this could be explained by saying that children from poor families matured early, but to say that he could write a poem of this standard, she was still skeptical.
Although they had found out that there was a poor scholar who had taught Niu Youdao some things in Little Temple Village, as to how well that scholar had taught Niu Youdao, no one could say for sure. There were not many people in the village who could read, so there was no way to comment on his level. It was just people from the same village saying good things about their fellow villagers. They only knew how to say good things, and if you asked how good they were, the villagers would not be able to tell.
"Sitting in front of the flowers when sober, sleeping under the flowers when drunk. Good poem, good Peach Blossom Immortal!"
Tang Yi didn't say anything, but the woman wearing the gauze hat couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart. Her voice was elegant, delicate, and pleasant to listen to. From the tone of her voice, one could tell that she was someone who had been brought up well. Looking at the way she raised her head under the gauze hat, it seemed that she was also sizing up the peach blossoms that were as brilliant as the sunset.
"Uh …" Niu Youdao scratched his head. He did not even realize that he had blurted it out. Now that he heard the other party recite it, he finally reacted and laughed to cover it up. "It's just a casual joke, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!" He was obviously saying that he had written it.
Tang Yi asked tentatively, "You wrote this poem yourself?"
"…" Niu Youdao was stunned for a moment. Did he say something wrong? Could it be that there was such a poem in this world? If that was the case, then it would really be a joke. He laughed again and said, "I was just spouting nonsense out of boredom. Is there a problem?"
Tang Yi stared at him. Niu Youdao hurriedly changed the topic and looked at the woman wearing the gauze hat. "May I know who this fragrant guest is?"
The woman bowed and said, "Shang Shuqing pays his respects to Peach Blossom Immortal!"
"Peach Blossom Immortal? Hehe … "Niu Youdao smiled and waved his hand, looking as if he was not worthy of the title.
Tang Yi moved sideways slightly and stretched out her slender hand. She formally introduced, "Princess Shang is the daughter of King Ning Shang Jianbo. King Ning and Martial Uncle Dongguo are old friends."
Niu Youdao was somewhat surprised. This woman wearing the gauze hat was actually from the royal family of the Yan Kingdom!
Although he was not clear about the situation outside, he had heard about the general situation of the world from Chen Guishuo and the drunk Tuján. The Wu Dynasty had collapsed and the feudal vassals were fighting for hegemony. There were hundreds of vassal states and now there were only seven ruling hegemony: Jin, Han, Zhao, Song, Wei, Yan and Qi. That fellow was a little like the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period that Niu Youdao knew of. The meaning was roughly the same, but the land area of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period wasn't something that the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period that Niu Youdao knew of could compare to. They really divided up the entire planet, and not just fought for supremacy on a continent. The surname of the Yan Kingdom was Shang. It was said that he was the descendant of the Wu Dynasty's emperor, Shang Song. This King Ning Shang Jianbo seemed to be the younger brother of the current emperor. He was one of the Three Dukes, the Grand Marshal. This position was equivalent to the so-called commander-in-chief of the military in Niu Youdao's world. He was in charge of the Yan Kingdom's army and was a person with real power.
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