Black Moonlight, after her robbery

Chapter 6

The fast horse jumped up and stepped on the puddle like beans bursting open, stirring up a thousand waves.

Holding a whip in his hand, Meng Huo galloped, "Quick, quick! We must enter the pass today!"

The night was thick, especially dark before dawn.

"Didn't Lord Zhending give the order to walk slowly, why did it suddenly..." a soldier in the team whispered.

"Your Highness is lucky enough, the imperial court's special order was lost, and the person who assassinated the assassin was not succeeded." Another person looked up to the sky and sighed, "It seems that God's will is so, we have really become our serious masters."

"Human poison is unbearable, Prince Duanhui is Zhendinggong's nephew after all, why is this so?"

"Why not, do you think it is more profitable to support a deposed prince, or to seek refuge with King Zhongshan who has an army of [-]?" The man poked his head up for a look, and said with a low voice, "No matter if you are a relative, you will also be affected." Forced by the situation, now it’s all right, Prince Duanhui survived a catastrophe, maybe he really has the true dragon destiny to be the emperor.”

A whip fell to the ground, like a flash of lightning in this dark and rainy night, "Speak more! One more word will cut off your tongue and drink!"

Meng Huo turned his head around, his eyes were stern, "If a gossip comes out of your mouths at Yumen Pass, go home and wait for mourning!"

There was a muffled thunder in the rain, and everyone couldn't help shivering after hearing it, and shrank their necks and buried themselves in the team, completely silent.

In an instant, the lightning flashed across the hideous cornices, and the rain poured down along the cornices, signaling to enter the Yumen Pass. Zheng Mao led his men striding towards the gate to meet them. Greetings, with a smile on his face, "Three miles across mountains and rivers, Commander Meng has worked hard all the way."

Throwing these words over, Meng Huo's heart skipped a beat.

Speaking of Duke Zhending and Zheng Mao, they were originally ministers of the same line who hugged each other for warmth. As Zheng Mao became bigger and bigger, his political views became more and more clear, and the differences between the two deepened. Although they would not part ways, they still The rift is also growing.It wasn't until five years ago when the eldest daughter of the Huyan family died of poisoning that the eldest daughter of the Huyan family died suddenly, and the daughter of the Zheng family was named by chance. At that time, rumors arose that the cause of the death of the daughter of the Huyan family was related to the Zheng family.

After the downfall of Prince Duanhui, the Huyan family guarded northern Hebei and the Zheng family devolved to Youzhou. It was not because the return journey of Prince Duanhui was of great importance, and the two sides would not shake hands to make peace.

Even so, there is still a lot of energy in the dark.

Although Meng Huo has arrogance, but he is one level behind him, he can only pretend to laugh and laugh, "It's a derelict dereliction of duty to rescue you late, how can you bear the word of hard work." He slightly raised his eyebrows, "Prince he……"

Zheng Mao's expression was indifferent, "His Royal Highness has veterans to take care of everything. Naturally, everything is fine. There is no need for Commander Meng to worry. Commander Meng still thinks about how to send the prince to Zhongdu safely. Not you."

The small carved mahogany door is separated from the wind, and there are two people sitting opposite each other in the dim candlelight.

Wen Yu looked up at the dimly lit window, the first white of the morning sun was outside, and two groups of black silhouettes stayed on both sides of the door, reflecting the bleak future.

"Zheng Mao is really crazy, he actually sent someone to guard us." Guan Tong took a hard look outside the door, took a few breaths, and was about to vent his anger, but heard Wen Yu's whisper.

"Try this cup of tea, I added honey and hibiscus seeds, it tastes very sweet and fresh."

Wen Yu pinched the teacup with his fingertips, and blew lightly, "If it's useless, you don't need to vent it."

Guan Tong turned his face away, and raised his pointed chin, "Isn't all that thought and effort just for the meritorious service of assisting the government! These days, we have followed what they say, so why are they dissatisfied?"

He raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, "The master of this place is also the same. She didn't provoke you to go there, so you wouldn't be so angry."

"Guan Tong."

The voice was displeased, Guan Tong sank down and pressed his lips together.

Wen Yu didn't speak any more, just took a deep breath and carefully smelled the fragrance of peonies that had passed by over the years.

In fact, when he first knew about Ti Zhen, he didn't see it with his own eyes, but heard it through his ears.

At that time, Pingyang Academy was still the most prestigious institution of higher education, and all the ministers and conspiracy theorists came from it. Even Zhu Taifu was quite fond of him, and he always wanted to choose a companion for him, so he chose to go. She was selected.

The Taifu said that although she is a girl, her articles and discussions are very outstanding, and her age is the most moderate.If she was to accompany her, shallowly said it would be many classmates who were studying, but deep down it would be unknown how many virtuous housemates.

From the bottom of her heart, Wen Yu had a good impression of talented and famous people, and knew that she was knowledgeable and intelligent, so she also felt that this matter would be successful.But afterwards the Grand Tutor responded that she was unwilling, although she did not say it from her mouth, but since she was the cousin of General Shen's wife, Third Young Master Shen's refusal was largely due to his intentions.

The Taifu still wanted to beg again, but he persuaded him, "Why do you force people if they don't want to? Corporal Lixian is sincere and sincere, but respect is more important, just choose someone else."

It's been a long time since this story was retold, so long that he almost forgot that there was such a person, it was only when he hunted in autumn next year that he really knew what is bright and beautiful.

In the boundless and vast wilderness, Tizhen was dressed in red and was riding a black horse, piled among a pile of feather fans. She held the rein in her hand and laughed loudly with her neck up. The horse was under her guidance. He bit his tail and spun around on the spot. After a while, the horse fainted, and she fainted too. After a while, she straightened her waist.

A young man in green clothes tugged at her, "Showing tricks is nothing, running fast is the real skill." He patted the red-brown thousand-mile horse under him, "This is a good horse that runs fast. "

Tizhen glanced at him, "There is Bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse. Whether the thousand-mile horse runs fast or not, Bole has the final say. If the horse gallops without a rope and is stable, then it is a top-class Bole and a top-class horse." She asked him tentatively. , "Why don't we try."

As soon as the man heard that there was a head-to-head, he began to greet all over the place where to start and where to end. When the two arrived at the place, they untied the reins of the horse's head and prepared to make a gesture of waving the whip.

"Think about how you were frightened and cried for a while. To be honest, my horsemanship is first-rate."

On one side of Ti Zhen's face, her eyebrows were lightly raised into an upward arc, "Whether it's first-class or not, it's a matter of real kung fu."

She suddenly raised a whip and whipped the horse's buttocks, and the horse immediately flew into the air, galloping towards the depths of the dense forest like lightning, and immediately there was only a neighing of "Ah-ah--", but The back of a big horse Zhang Fei disappeared from sight.

Someone crossed his arms and admired, "It's Zhou Yishui who can feel so personally every time." He asked again: "Sun Tzu's art of war, what kind of trick is this, bluff or empty-handed white wolf?"

Ti Zhen shook her hand, "It's not that it's not time to report. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Everyone talked and laughed at Yan Yan, and Wen Yu also laughed out loud. Under the sunny sun, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if a wave of spring water had crashed into her heart.She is like a bright red peony, blooming flamboyantly, out of tune with everything around her, but never loses the slightest color.

Perhaps experienced hunters can escape thorns and rainstorms, but how can a young man who is just in love refuse a beautiful flower.

It was only later that Wen Yu learned that the red-clothed girl who rode the horse and raised the whip was Xie Xiang, the companion chosen by Zhu Taifu for his first relegation.

　Wen Yu: I yearn for freedom, but I am trapped in the palace, so I like you who are free.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)