Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 857

Huan Zicheng's usually expressionless face showed a bit of gentleness, his voice was no longer as cold as before, and he said in a harmonious voice: "It's not your fault, if you want to blame it, blame it on me."

After saying this, he sighed, and suddenly changed the subject: "Which day is the date His Majesty set for me to return to the city?"

"It's the first ten days of August." The dumb slave immediately replied, "The official document brought by the lord also marked the date of returning to Beijing."

They went to Surabaya this time to patrol the border, and there was a definite date for their coming and going, which was also set by Emperor Zhongyuan himself.Huan Zicheng asked at this time, making the dumb slave a little confused.

When Huan Zicheng heard this, the corners of his lips curled up half a point, which was very rare, and he said indifferently: "It really is so."

The dumb slave looked at him silently, apparently not understanding what he said.

Huan Zicheng showed no expression on his face. He took out a simple pottery pot and cup from the partition, slowly poured a cup of tea, and said, "Since we left Surabaya, we have been attacked one after another. At the beginning, we all I thought it might be that the person on the dragon chair was making a move. However, after the fight between the two sides, Uncle Dumb and Lu Zong said that these people are bandits, and they are not worth mentioning at all. Then, Uncle Dumb Think about it, what is the purpose of those who secretly set up tricks to attack me so many times?"

The dumb slave was stunned.

He had thought about this question before, but he couldn't get to the point.

At the very beginning, they thought it was bandits they encountered occasionally, but later they suspected that people in the imperial city were doing the tricks, but in the end, the facts showed that it was another group of people secretly setting up a trap.

But the person who set up the trap is too low-handed. With so many soft-legged shrimps, how can they stop Huan's chariots and horses?

It's just nonsense.

Thinking so in his heart, the dumb slave also said: "Master Hui, I think the person who set up the situation is just messing around. The so-called frog at the bottom of the well is so stupid. This person also thinks too little of the Huan family."

"No." Huan Zicheng said in a low voice, the corners of his lips deepened slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to contain a bit of sarcasm: "Mute Uncle has lost his mind this time, in my opinion, The purpose of the person who set up the situation was not to take my life, but to... block my way."

The dumb slave was slightly startled, and asked, "How do you say that?"

Huan Zicheng hooked his lips indifferently: "Dumb uncle, think about it, since we were attacked by surprise, has our traveling speed been much slower?"

The dumb slave frowned: "My lord is a body of gold, so there can't be any damage. For safety's sake, we must find out the way ahead before moving forward, so the speed along the way is a bit..."

Having said that, his voice suddenly stopped.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something, his face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "So... so?!"

Huan Zicheng gave him a slight nod and said, "As the dumb uncle thought, that's what happened."

The breath on Mute Nu's body became cold in an instant, and he said in a deep voice: "This plan is really sinister. The several sneak attacks have aroused our vigilance. For safety reasons, we have to slow down and act carefully. And the man's purpose It is also here. He hopes that the Lord will not be able to catch up with the day when he returns to Beijing."

"Exactly." Huan Zicheng drank the tea in one sip, and put down the pottery cup: "If you don't return after the time limit, you are resisting the decree. If you talk about it in a small way, I will be recorded as a major offense; if you talk about it in a big way, your majesty can do it Punish me for my crime. And if I am guilty, I am afraid that I, a loose rider, will not be able to do it anymore."

Speaking of this, the corners of his lips moved again, but his face was icy cold: "From this to that, it is clear at a glance who the person who set up the situation is."

The coldness on Uncle Dumb's body froze instantly.

At that moment, he seemed to disappear suddenly, or he was invisible, or even merged with the carriage, the west wind, and the wilderness and high mountains, so that people could not notice his existence at all.

After a long while, the aura on the dumb slave finally returned to ice-cold, folded his arms, and faintly uttered two words: "Zhuzi!"

When he said this, his face was full of contempt and contempt.

Huan Zicheng turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the desolate scenery of the Northland, with jagged cliffs plunging into the sky, and huge boulders growing against the walls, like monsters.

Compared to this dangerous and eerie mountain range, Huan Zicheng felt that the so-called relatives around him, or in other words, the people's hearts and calculations in this world, were the most sinister.

Huan Ziyu, his half-brother, is indeed quite wise.

This is true in past and present lives.

"Where are the presents? Are you ready?" Huan Zicheng suddenly spoke, his voice still cold as usual.

This topic is so different from before, the dumb slave was stunned by the question, and after a while, he crossed his hands and said: "Back to your lord, everything is ready, you can choose according to the head of each house, there will be no mistakes, lord But don't worry."

While talking, the breath on his body gradually calmed down, and genuine joy finally floated on that simple and honest face.

"Is Uncle Dumb happy?" Huan Zicheng asked.

Although he didn't look at the dumb slave, he seemed to sense the other's emotions.

The mute slave raised his eyes to look at Huan Zicheng, smiled and said: "Even though there are villains making trouble, it's the first time the Lord and Lord have celebrated the Double Ninth Festival in the capital after more than ten years. Lord... still likes Lord. "

"Does Uncle Dumb think so?" Huan Zicheng turned his eyes and gave him an indifferent look.

The dumb slave looked a little hesitant, pondered for a moment, and finally crossed his hands and said: "This subordinate has no idea, but listen to the master's arrangement."

Huan Zicheng looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long time, Fang sighed softly: "Forget it, Dumb Uncle is different from others, I can't compete with each other."

He seemed to be a little lost in interest, and after sitting for a while, Fang shook his head mockingly: "I was wrong just now, don't blame the dumb uncle." After finishing speaking, he reached out and took out a white porcelain teacup from the partition , slowly poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the dumb slave.

The dumb slave took the teacup calmly, raised his head and drank it all, then looked at Huan Zicheng again, with a look of love on his face, and said gently: "Mr. I'm happy." As he spoke, his face was full of emotion, and he looked at Huan Zicheng with a smile in his eyes.

The Duke Ming mentioned here by the dumb slave refers to the grandfather of Huan Zicheng, Huan Fucheng.

Huan Zicheng's face was slightly moved when he heard the words, he looked out of the window and became absorbed, Fang said slowly: "What I have done is a major event in the world, with the help of Mute Uncle, I feel at ease."

"The subordinate is willing to die for the lord." The dumb slave put down the teacup and lowered his head in a solemn voice.

"Then I'd like to thank Uncle Dumb." Huan Zicheng's voice was gentle, he paused, and asked again: "I asked you to make an appointment, but have you made an appointment?"

"It's an appointment." The dumb slave's expression became serious, and he crossed his hands and said, "I made an appointment with them at Huangyazikou, a hundred miles ahead. The terrain of that place is hidden, so it's not easy for people to notice."

(End of this chapter)