i have a sword fairy

Chapter 489 The Carriage That Accidentally Runs Out of Control

"Brother Hui, didn't you Yushitai be ordered by the queen mother to stay behind and ask for Hanjing?"

"Brother Ziyu, I have already resigned from the official censor. This time, I will follow you to sacrifice to Yueshan Mountain. Apart from witnessing the grand occasion of His Majesty being ordered by heaven, I want to guard the mausoleum for the late emperor."

Beside the busy official road, a tall and thin Confucian scholar got off his horse, returned his salute to a young Confucian scholar, and explained.

"The resignation submitted a few days ago has been approved by the Empress Dowager. For the next three years... I will live at the foot of Jiyue Mountain. The late Emperor Long En is really unforgettable."

"I see."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and glanced at the two carriages behind him.

Inside were women and children, and several disabled old servants.

He turned around and said calmly:

"On this trip, I brought Zhuojing and Quanzi together, as well as some... old men in the mansion. Zhuojing is weak and prone to illness, so he needs to be taken care of closely, and Quanzi is young and stupid, so he has to be taken with him to supervise him."

In the rear, the ordinary-looking woman and the dull child stood up and bowed to the husband's friend.

Zhao Rong smiled, cupped his hands in return, and then glanced more at those disabled and miserable old servants.

Zhang Huizhi glanced at him, lowered his eyes and explained:
"Some of those old men are veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and some are farmers who have encountered difficulties in life when they were magistrates in a certain place. They have never given up and insisted on following them, so they have always been with them. Although they are masters and servants Name, but in fact, it is also my family."

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and said with a serious expression: "Brother Hui is a man of integrity, I am ashamed."

Zhang Huizhi shook his head solemnly, "Brother Ziyu, don't do this. You don't need to elevate to the moral level at this time, just follow your heart."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at him more, and arched his hands.

Not long after, the two Confucian scholars got on their horses separately and chatted while walking.

It's not going fast.

Li Bai and the two carriages followed slowly behind them.

Zhao Rong looked away from the huge and silent spirit sending team beside him, and said thoughtfully:

"Brother Hui, it turns out that the Dragon Mausoleum of the Li family was built on Mount Jiyue?"

The young scholar frowned slightly.

He was fully responsible for the matter of offering sacrifices to the moon and enshrining the Zen. He didn't know that the Dugu Clan had such an arrangement before.

She didn't mention it, and she didn't know if she forgot, or she felt that the matter of Emperor Dali's burial in the imperial tomb had little to do with the ceremony of enshrining Zen, so she didn't tell him.

Zhang Huizhi blocked his mouth and said in a low voice:
"Brother Ziyu, the matter of the imperial tomb involves the fate of the royal family's dragon veins. The fact that it was built somewhere in Jiyue Mountain was considered a half-secret before, and the late emperor had the style of ancient sages. He advocated thin burials and simple funerals very early on. A waste of time and money. So few people know about the imperial tomb...

"This time, I also came to Jiyue Mountain to be buried in the mausoleum...Didn't the Empress Dowager tell you before? Hmm...It should be because I don't want to distract Brother Ziyu. It's better for us to talk less about this matter."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, his brows loosened, and he nodded, "Well, that's the reason."

After the two chatted for a while, the team on the official road gradually slowed down, and some soldiers rode their horses to deliver an order:
"The Empress Dowager ordered you to rest on the spot and leave in half an hour..."

The large team ahead stopped.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi looked at each other and got off their horses together.

"Brother Zhao, how about a drink?"

Zhang Huizhi suddenly turned around and proposed.

The young Confucian scholar looked up at the sunny weather and smiled:
"It's impossible."

The tall and thin Confucian scholar nodded, and gave some instructions to the two carriages.

The simple woman got out of the car sensiblely, and went to get drinks and refreshments.

In another carriage containing old servants, disabled old servants performed their duties.

An old blind servant jumped out of the cart and brought a small table.

Some of the other old servants got out of the cart to relieve themselves, and some took out fodder to feed the horses.

The one-eyed old servant held the small table and placed it on a bluestone by the roadside.

The tablecloth was laid out, and two stools were set up.

Mrs. Jian put the jug and dessert plate on the table.

Zhao Rong took his seat, smiled at the one-eyed old servant Mrs. Jianpu, and thanked him politely.

The two waved their hands a little flattered, and stepped back.

"Brother Ziyu, why should you be so polite?"

Zhang Huizhi looked down at the dishes on the table and said softly.

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, picked up the jug casually, poured a small glass of wine, and also poured a glass for the brother of Siqi Academy in front of him.

He didn't wait for the latter to drink first, but picked up the wine glass, without hesitation, raised his head and poured it down.

"Hiss, this wine is good. It's spicy and strong, um, it's a bit like the wine from an old friend's hometown."

The young Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes and tasted the product, his face revealing a look of reminiscence.

"This wine was brewed by an old servant in the family, and the craftsmanship is very good..."

Seeing Zhao Rong drinking cleanly, Zhang Huizhi smiled lightly, and took a drink from his glass.

"Oh? Where is your old friend's hometown?"

He put down his glass and asked curiously.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced in the direction of Wei to the south.

When he first arrived in the territory of Great Wei, brother Sanbian once said that the wine at home was the hottest after being away from home for many years.

"On the way north to Duyou City, I passed a dynasty, I forgot..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and did not elaborate.

Zhang Huizhi nodded and gave Zhao Rong another glass of wine.

He didn't put down the jug, and turned his head to look at the man in white standing not far behind Zhao Rong with his sword in his arms.

"Will your squire sit down and have a drink?"

Zhao Rong turned his head to look.

The man holding the sword shook his head, and seemed not very interested.

Zhao Rong shook his head, "No, he won't drink."

Zhang Huizhi put down the jug, "Well, fine."

Not far away, the man holding the sword who abides by the professional ethics of the guards changed his hand to hold the sword.

He glanced at Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi who were chatting, laughing and drinking for a while, then turned his head and glanced over the two carriages.

There, a frugal woman is sitting next to the little boy, supervising the child's reading.

She turned her eyes from time to time to see the husband who was chatting and laughing with her friends.

In another carriage.

Some one-eyed old servants carefully took out some dry food to eat, and some old servants whose faces were burned by the fire buried their faces, took out their bong pipes, took a few sips, and coughed a few times from time to time.

The sound resounded on the roadside grass where everyone was resting.

A lame old servant took out hay and carefully fed the horses.

Li Bai looked at it for a while, looked away, stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy neck, and muttered occasionally.

I don't know if I'm complaining about God.

"By the way, I wrote a clumsy essay today, brother Ziyu will correct it for me."

Zhang Huizhi patted the table lightly, remembered something, and got up in a daze.

"Ax Zheng dare not, learn from the masterpiece of the brother in the next meeting."

"Where is it... wait a moment."

The tall and thin Confucian scholar turned around, went to the carriage where the simple woman was staying, and went to pick up the manuscript.

The young Confucian scholar drank peacefully, occasionally glancing at the dragon coffin in the distance.

The man holding the sword muttered boredly not far away.

At the other carriage, the lame old servant fed all the fodder in his hand, turned back to the cart, took the fodder handed over by the disfigured old servant, and returned.

The lame old man fed the fodder to the horse's mouth.

At this moment, a hiss suddenly sounded!

I saw the horse pulling the carriage raised its hooves violently.

It seemed to be frightened, and ran forward desperately out of control in the next second.

The lame old servant was wiped down immediately, and the latter flew aside.

But the out-of-control horse didn't stop, it was just beginning, it pulled the big carriage, and rushed forward.

The other old servants on the carriage suddenly staggered.

At the first moment when the sound of horseshoes sounded, Zhao Rong, who was drinking, suddenly felt alarmed for no reason, and turned his head to look.

really!In the field of vision, there is a frightened horse that is out of control and is rushing in his direction.

It was about to collide with him in the blink of an eye.

what happened?Zhao Rong didn't have time to frown and think carefully.

In a blink of an eye, a fiery maple leaf slid down from his sleeve and was caught by his left hand, about to throw it out.

But in the next second, the movement of this hand stopped suddenly.

At the same time, the young Confucian scholar's eyes were fixed, and he grabbed his right hand forward and pressed it on the horse's head in an instant, then waved his hand, and used his skill to guide the horse's head to the right!
Litma's body just brushed past him.

However, although the runaway horse did not collide with it, the carriage full of luggage and old servants it was pulling leaned towards Zhao Rong.

In an instant, the huge and heavy carriage was like a mountain, blocking the sunlight in his field of vision.

Mount Tai pressed down on the thin young Confucian scholar...

All of this just happened in an instant.

And after three breaths,
The arena fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Huizhi, the simple woman, etc., as well as all the people around who were attracted by the movement, held their breath for a while, and their movements also paused.

Leng Leng watched.

In their field of vision, the horse had stumbled and fell to the ground, panting for breath.

And the heavy carriage it pulls... maintains a 45-degree roll angle, and only two of the four wheels touch the bottom, and the other two wheels are tilted.

The entire carriage maintained this obviously unbalanced tilted posture, and stood still in the distance.

not moving at all.

As for that young Confucian scholar...

"Brother Ziyu!"

Zhang Huizhi clenched his hands under his sleeves, and hurried forward, avoiding the leaning carriage.

Finally, he saw the reason for the weird tilt of the carriage.

A slender white palm was tightly attached to the side wall of the carriage in the direction where the carriage fell to the ground.

Zhang Huizhi's eyes looked down along the palm of his hand, it was a thin arm with a sleeve down, and then looked down...

Under the huge carriage that was about to topple over, two figures were standing quietly.

A young Confucian scholar, and a man holding a sword.

The latter held his sword in his hands and held his head lightly, with slightly lowered eyelids and a calm expression, silently looking at the wall of the car which was only three inches away from his nose.

And the young Confucian scholar next to him was the owner of the arm that was holding the carriage that was about to overturn.

At this moment, instead of looking at the carriage in front of him that was leaning to overwhelm him, he turned his head and looked at the out-of-control horse on the ground beside him, frowning...

"Brother Ziyu, are you alright?"

Zhang Huizhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern.

At the same time, he couldn't help taking a breath, and looked up and down at his hand that was stably supporting the car.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Zhang Huizhi, nor did he pay attention to the people who were gradually surrounding him, and watched the fallen horse quietly for a while.

"Zi...Brother Ziyu?"

Zhang Huizhi frowned slightly.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze at this moment, and exchanged a glance with Li Bai next to him.

The latter looked around, shook his head slightly, and pointed at the horse.

Zhao Rong nodded, and with his left hand under the sleeve, he put away the red maple leaf given by Mr. Yan.

Then he turned his head and said to Zhang Huizhi:
"I'm fine... Brother Hui."

At this time, several old servants in the carriage were knocked down by the shock, and their groans became louder, probably because of the pain from the fall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong used both hands to support the huge carriage, and with a heavy "bang", it returned to its right position smoothly.

The soldiers who came to watch from all around looked amazed and couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong.

It can't be blamed for their ignorance, but the image of Zhao Rong in front of them before was a gentle young man in Confucian shirts and sleeves. He was tall and slender. Compared with this heavy and huge carriage, he was like an elephant. with bamboo poles.

It can be imagined that under the wide Confucian shirt, there is a martial arts physique that contains great strength and steady fighting.

And there is also a faint bonus of the physique of the alien monster race.

"Save people first."

Zhao Rong said something, and wanted to get into the carriage to see those old servants.

"Brother Ziyu, I'm here, don't move around, and see if you're hurt."

Zhang Huizhi gave serious instructions, and without any explanation, he led the others into the carriage to save people.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong could only nod his head.

He patted the ashes on his robe, then turned his head to look at Li Bai.

The latter was holding his sword and turning his head, looking at the farther surroundings.

What the sword-holding man is responsible for is very simple.

Find out if there are any monks around who he thinks are "dangerous" and are sneaking around.

find out.

killed.

Just fine.

As for some clues that may exist on the field, some abnormalities that are not right... these are not in his control, let Zhao Xiaozi find it himself.

Li Bai does not do other winding work, he is only responsible and contributes "strength".

never has been.

The two had a clear division of labor. After a while, Li Bai looked away and shook his head.

Zhao Rong exhaled, relieved, and walked towards the out-of-control horse that fell to the ground panting for death.

Squat down and check up carefully...

……

(End of this chapter)