MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 3

Eight hundred miles of Dongting, Yunmeng is boundless. There has been a mountain in the lake since ancient times.

The local people, everyone believes that there is a **** on Junshan.

After the ancestors of the Mu clan were sealed in Changsha, they built a spiritual hall in Junshan to enshrine the emperor, and they built a city in the east of Dongting, which is far away from Junshan, named Yuecheng, and the capital of the king.

In the past two hundred years, after several generations of Changsha kings' expansion and repair, today's Yuecheng has city walls of thousands of feet in the east, west, north and south, with a population of more than 100,000. It is also towering and indestructible. Especially, compared with the people outside who have suffered from the endless chaos of the vassal kings for many years, the people of Changsha, located in the remote south, can be said to be peaceful and worry-free. , live and work in peace and contentment.

The early morning of this day was just an ordinary day for the people of Changsha who lived in the city. Late autumn has arrived, and the maple leaves outside the city are like fire. After the city gate is opened, as the sun rises, the city gradually becomes busy with people coming and going.

When pedestrians approached the Mu family's palace, which they called "the palace" in the north of the city, they all slowed down and looked pious.

They didn't know that these two days, in the palace that was still solemn and calm on the outside, the inside was actually turned upside down.

Several important officials of Changsha country are all gathered in the palace at this moment, all of them are very anxious.

The day before yesterday, Mu Xuanqing, the king of Changsha, went out hunting with a team of guards. The young king, galloping in the mountains, on a whim, even left his entourage on his horse and walked alone. After dark, his mount came back by himself, but Mu Xuanqing was nowhere to be seen.

When the news reached the palace, Queen Lu was very worried, and immediately called Yuan Handing, the adopted son of the late Prime Minister, to tell him the news of Wang Hunting's disappearance, and let him go to find it with staff.

The search has not stopped. From the night before, until this morning, it has lasted one day and two nights.

But there was no whereabouts of Mu Xuanqing.

The area where he hunted had high mountains and dense forests and complicated terrain. Everyone speculates that it is very likely that he had an accident on the way, and he does not know where he is at the moment.

it's been so long

Everyone looked bleak, like a mourning concubine.

This news, for them, is definitely a bolt from the blue, and it is a huge bad news.

The young King of Changsha has not left a heir to inherit the throne. Once something really happens, Changsha may face the fate of being removed from the country.

If the court were to extend grace, in the future, the Mu family should be able to continue to stay here and retain the reward, in addition to losing the title of king.

But these officials of Changsha, I am afraid they will be confused in the future.

A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came in from outside the hall.

Everyone hurriedly turned around.

A guard hurried in.

"What? But General Yuan has news of the king?"

Prime Minister Lu Lin is the uncle of Queen Lu's family. When she heard the news, she immediately sent someone to temporarily block it, so as not to spread people's uncertainty, she also stayed here for two nights, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Without waiting for the guards to enter, he strode to the entrance of the lobby and asked anxiously.

The guard shook his head, knelt down, raised his hands high, presented a letterbox, and said loudly: "A messenger has arrived! It is said that it was sent by the master, and there is an urgent letter to hand to the queen!"

Lu Lin heard that the letter arrived from the princess who married to Kuizhou at the beginning of the year.

Lu Shi and Mu Xuanqing were childhood sweethearts. The couple had a blind date and had a daughter. When they heard that their husband had an accident, they were anxious day and night. It rained again last night. Stay, people fainted. At this moment, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was trying to get up and go out, when she saw the maid hurriedly entered and presented a letter, saying that it was sent by Weng Lord.

The relationship between Mrs. Lu and her sister-in-law has always been friendly. I don't know what she wants to say in her sudden letter, so she reluctantly suppressed the grief and despair in her heart and opened the letter to read.

My sister-in-law's letter was very brief, just a few words.

As soon as Mr. Lu's eyes fell on the letter, his eyes were fixed.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she stood up abruptly, and under the amazed gazes of the maids around her, she hurried out, rushed to the front hall in one breath, and shouted at Lu Lin, who was pacing anxiously, "Uncle! Call someone to inform General Yuan! Immediately go to the bottom of the Yingzui Stream in Xiyuan to find it! Xuan Qing might be there!"

Lu Lin and several officials were stunned and looked at each other, unable to react for a while.

"The bottom of the Eagle's Mouth Stream! Hurry up!"

It is about her husband's life and death. The always gentle Mrs. Lu shouted sharply at Lu Lin as if she had changed her personality.

Lu Lin came back to her senses, turned around and ran out with the officials.

Lu Shi's hands trembled slightly, tightly holding the letter from her sister-in-law, and read it again. Although it was unbelievable, in her heart, the flame of hope that had been gradually extinguished finally ignited again.

"Mother, Father, hasn't he come home yet?"

A girl's voice with a crying voice came from behind.

Mrs Lu turned her head and saw her four-year-old daughter Aru running towards him crying.

Behind her, several maids who didn't see Aru hurriedly chased after her and knelt down one after another: "The Queen forgives you!"

Mrs Lu hugged her daughter, wiped her tears, and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't cry. Your father will be back soon!"

After she coaxed her daughter and asked the maid to take her back to her room, how could she sit still, asked someone to prepare a car, hurried out of the palace, and hurried to Xiyuan.

Fu Lan arrived in Yuecheng a few days later.

In her previous life, her elder brother, the young Changsha King Mu Xuanqing, died in an accident at this time, at the age of twenty-two.

When he was found, he had been lying there for seven or eight days at the bottom of the stream, which was covered by dense grass.

The country of Changsha lost the last generation of the king of Changsha. Her sister-in-law and four-year-old niece Aru also lost their husbands and fathers forever.

Later, although the Mu family received the grace of the imperial court and were able to continue to reside in Yuecheng, and also retained the taxes of the palace and Yuecheng, the state of Changsha was eliminated. Sister-in-law was overwhelmed with grief, and after a few years, she also followed Brother A and left in depression.

Fulan didn't know if things would be the same as what she knew in this world, and she didn't know if the messenger arrived in time and whether her brother could escape the catastrophe.

She was extremely anxious. She traveled day and night all the way, and finally entered the country of Changsha today, only a hundred miles away from Yuecheng.

Pedestrians on the side of the road looked the same as usual, and there was no sadness on their faces, and there was no sign that the whole country was mourning for the king.

Only then did Fulan relax a little, and ordered his followers to continue on their way and enter the city as soon as possible.

At noon, when there were still dozens of miles away from the city, on the opposite side of the road, a group of men and horses suddenly came, gradually approaching, and finally met Fulan's chariot and horses.

"General Yuan!"

Fulan was sitting in the carriage, and suddenly heard the high-pitched voice of the manager in front of him. He opened the curtain and looked out. He saw a group of horses riding on the opposite side. Dark-skinned, straight-faced, and clear-eyed, it was Yuan Handing, the adopted son of the late Yuan Xiang, who rushed to stop the driver and shouted loudly, "Brother!"

Yuan Handing was usually taciturn. Seeing Fulan leaning out of the carriage and greeting him, he showed a pleasant smile on his face. He quickly got off his horse, walked quickly to her car, stopped, and then respectfully called her "Master Weng". ".

"The queen said that you are coming back. I have nothing to do these days, so I went out to look around. I didn't expect to meet you here. How are you on your way?"

Fulan nodded, and immediately asked impatiently, "Where is my brother, how is he doing recently?"

She looked at Yuan Handing nervously, waiting for his answer.

On that day, Yuan Handing led people down the ravine and found Mu Xuanqing, he had been in a coma for a long time, and he was dying, and only his last breath was left. He was afraid that he would scare her by saying it all, so he hesitated and said, "You Brother Wang was hunting a few days ago, and there was an accident. But I found it in time, and it was not a big problem. These days, I am recovering."

The most terrifying thing was finally avoided by luck.

Things are going in the right direction.

Fulan hung her heart for many days, and fell to the ground, her whole body relaxed, she couldn't hold it any longer, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry.

Yuan Handing grew up with her, and was very aware of her emotions. Seeing her, she seemed to be about to cry. She panicked and said hurriedly: "Don't be afraid. Brother Wang's injury is really not serious, he just lost too much blood before. It will heal in a few days."

Fulan turned her face inward, and when her emotions stabilized, she turned her head and nodded to him with a smile: "I see, it's fine. Thank you, brother, for picking me up. Let's go to the city."

Her face is already beautiful, and the tears in her eyes have not disappeared at this moment, and her smile is even more moving.

Yuan Handing didn't dare to look any further, nodded and said, "Okay." He hurriedly turned around, mounted his horse and led the motorcade behind him to the city.

A group of people entered through the city gate.

Most of the passersby recognized Yuan Handing, and when they saw that he was heading towards the palace with a group of carriages and horses, they looked at the carriage, which seemed to be seated by female family members. They were curious and stopped to watch.

Yuan Handing sent someone to inform the Lu family early. Mrs Lu brought Aru to the gate to greet him in person. When the auntie met, she was very happy, and Aru was even more excited, raised her little face, and kept calling for her auntie to Fulan.

This trip home, Yu Fulan has been separated. Not to mention seeing Yuan Handing, A-sister-in-law and little niece, and even Fang Cai, seeing the two silent and majestic stone lions in front of the palace gate, she couldn't control her emotions.

She settled down and held her little niece's hand. In a trance, she seemed to see herself and her aunt when she was a child.

She held Aru's little hand even tighter, followed A's sister and walked in.

The Lu family had asked someone to clean up her place a few days ago, which was the boudoir before her marriage.

Mrs Lu accompanied her into the house. Fu Lan asked Brother Wang, and Mrs. Lu said that he took the medicine and fell asleep at the moment, and immediately said, "Laner, I was fortunate to receive your letter that day, so I found your brother in time, otherwise..."

She remembered the scene at that time, even though it was over, she still had lingering fears, she sent the maid to take her daughter out first, and grabbed her sister-in-law's hand tightly.

"Sister-in-law doesn't know how to thank you. Laner, no matter what happens in the future, you can open your mouth. As long as you can help, your brother and I will definitely help you."

She was excited and even more grateful. As she spoke, there were faint tears in her eyes.

Fulan smiled and said, "As long as the king is safe, it is my greatest blessing. I will go to see the king later."

She knew that her sister-in-law would still ask herself how to know about this, and without waiting for her to speak, she took the initiative to say: "I was lucky to be able to help, and God blesses and protects the king. In a dream that day, I dreamed that Emperor Junshan told me, Wake up and remember it clearly. Just in case, I sent someone to deliver the letter back. If my sister-in-law wants to thank me, she will be the Emperor Xie Junshan."

Surprised, Mrs Lu nodded immediately: "Okay! Good! Tomorrow I will prepare all the sacrifices and go to Junshan to thank God!"

Fulan said, "I'll go too."

Mrs Lu agreed, and after a few more words with her aunt, she asked her how her mother-in-law was in the Xie family and how she was doing.

Fulan answered vaguely.

Seeing that she seemed reluctant to mention the matter of the Xie family, Mrs Lu persuaded her: "My brother-in-law left you to go to the chaos of the Pingjiang capital on the wedding night, and I really wronged you. It's just that these years, the vassal kings in the country have been in chaos, wars have continued, and so has the border. Uneasy, this is also the urgent call of the court. He is unwilling and cannot help himself. Don't blame him. A few days ago, I heard that the king of Jiangdu was retreating. Then you will meet."

When Mrs Lu carefully persuaded her, the maid came to report that Wang had woken up, and that she was very happy to learn that Wang Mei had returned, and wanted to see her.

Fu Lan got up in a hurry and went to see Brother Wang with the Lu family.

The appearance of the Mu family is extremely good. Mu Xuanqing had a noble temperament unique to the children of the royal family. In order to chase the prey that day, he accidentally stumbled and was in danger. After being rescued, he took care of it for a few days. At this moment, the brothers and sisters meet, and they are very happy. Being scolded by Amei for being reckless is also a little scared and secretly remorseful. When I heard her say that this time I came back, I planned to stay first, and I nodded immediately without thinking about it.

"Amei, you can stay as long as you want! My country, Changsha, will always be Amei's home!"

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This year's winter seems to come very fast.

It was only at the end of October after the daughter of the Mu family had been gone for half a month, and the weather was getting colder every day. In the afternoon, Mother Xie ate and felt sleepy, so she was served and went to sleep in the room. Qiu Ju hid in the outhouse and was nibbling on melon seeds when the rough maid named A Mao ran in hurriedly and stepped on her feet.

The sound of Xie's mother turning over after being agitated seemed to come from the back room.

Qiu Ju lost the seeds, got up in a hurry, stepped over the threshold, raised her hand and grabbed A Mao's ear, pulled hard, and scolded in a low voice: "Where is your ear? How many times have I told you, walk lightly! The old lady is sleeping!"

"no no!"

A cat ran out of breath, covered his ears, and explained: "It's our grandfather back! Everyone is at the door!"

Qiu Ju was stunned for a moment, let go, hurriedly ran out, took a few steps, then quickly came back, opened the mirror case, took a look at her face, her little finger hurriedly picked a bit of rouge and wiped it on her lips. Seeing that the hair on the temples was rough again, I desperately smeared rosin oil on the top.

He was working in front of the mirror with his head tilted, when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside, he hurriedly closed the mirror case, turned around and hurried out to meet him.

In the courtyard, there was a shadowy figure.

A man, with a green robe and an old mink robe, is like a person in a picture scroll of misty rain, passing through the continuous autumn rain in Badi, stepping on the rainwater accumulated in the depression in the courtyard with both feet, and is striding towards this side.

The man is tall and tall, with a handsome face and bright eyes under the robes. If he is with a book boy, at first glance, he looks like a young scholar who has just returned home after going out for an exam.

He climbed the steps and stopped under the porch.

The rainwater tickled along the edge of the ravioli and the shoji, and kept falling, falling under his feet, and soon wet the surrounding ground.

This person is Xie Changgeng, twenty-two years old, the youngest Jiedu envoy of the dynasty, guarding Hexi.

He took off the robe and hung it on a nail by the wall. With two glances, he glanced at Qiu Ju, who had just run out of the room, whose face was already flushed, and asked, "Where's my mother?"