Chasing King

Ah Li pacifies Ying Mei, packs up her belongings, takes her usual medicine, sends her letter to the mountain, and escorts Yan Sikong to leave Zuojia village at night.

Yan Sikong hasn't been out for more than half a year. At this time, there is a new illusion that everything is fresh. Even the earthly fireworks are a bit more intimate.

It took two days for the ox cart to get to Liangshui county. Qushan horse farm is a few days away from Liangshui County, but the riding will be much faster.

A Li's physical appearance is conspicuous. He didn't go to the city. Yan Sikong, dressed up and easy to look at, went to the city with his money and bought two horses. They rode to Qushan.

On the way from Liangshui county to Qushan County, rumors about the horses in the racecourse being infected with epidemic disease kept pouring into their ears. It seems that the situation is really serious. Since Dasheng's national strength was weak, the imperial court's horse farm could not meet its needs, so it could only buy horses from the people. Although the people's horses were privately owned by the owners of the horse farm, the imperial court collected a batch of the best horses every year, which were used for transporting grain, goods, post delivery and other purposes. If there were not enough horses in time, the imperial court would have to be held accountable, and it was really a delay.

Qushan Racecourse reminds Yan Sikong of Guangning racecourse. It's just that Liaodong horse has Qidan blood and can be used as war horse. Bazhou horse is a small South horse and can only be used for transportation, but it is indispensable for war and transportation. His feelings for the horse are mixed with the best memories of his youth. If he really can't save the horse, he will recognize it, but if he doesn't try, it's hard to sit still.

They arrived at Qushan county day and night, and the small county was full of people gathered from all directions. They all tried their best to go to the horse clinic. After inquiring, they found out that the owner of Qushan Racecourse had called out a reward of thousands of taels of silver to find a good way to cure the horse.

Ah Li wears a black hat on his head and a cloth bag on his back. Otherwise, his tall and strong figure will attract people's attention. Even so, Yan Sikong is still afraid that he will be too eye-catching. However, when they enter the city, they relax. Qushan county is full of strange people in the world, but they are indifferent to the public. For safety's sake, Yan Sikong still keeps him in the inn He went to the racecourse by himself.

There are more people who claim to be able to cure the sick horse than the sick horse, blocking up the manor. There are all kinds of things, which is more lively than going to the market.

However, one by one, the horse keepers at the racecourse asked some tricky questions about horse breeding. If they couldn't answer them, they immediately sent them away. Soon, more than half of them left bitterly.

Yan Sikong answered all the questions effortlessly and was brought into the racecourse by the servants.

After such a screening, there are less than 100 people left.

The barn of Qushan horse farm is so big that it is amazing. In order to isolate the sick horses from the good ones, a bigger sick stables were built temporarily, so they were brought into the sick stables to watch the horses.

There were only four or five horses in the sick stables, all lying listlessly, looking dying.

An old man asked the man at the racecourse, "I heard that there are thousands of dead and sick horses. How can we see them?"

"All the dead horses have been buried. Those who are seriously ill will be put in the stables farther away from here. You can see those who have just been ill first. If you have eyes, then you can see the seriously ill and the dead." The housekeeper looked at them with small eyes. "Just now, the cross examination is only the first level, and the horse diagnosis is the second level. If you find out that even the doctors in our Racecourse are inferior, then you should go back to your home as soon as possible. The reward of a thousand taels of silver is not for charlatans."

This made everyone a little annoyed, one spit, scolded: "dog's eyes look down on people."

"What did you say?" The housekeeper pointed at him and cried, "if you don't speak ill again, I'll blow you out!"

A man beside Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "although these old people are snobbish, they make a lot of sense. Most of them have only raised horses. Some of them can really diagnose horses."

Yan Sikong saw that he was young and gentle, not like a rough coachman. He had some real skills, so he said, "it seems that brother has something extraordinary."

The man said with a smile, "I don't deserve it. I'm afraid few of these people have read books. Only my brother seems to have extraordinary bearing. "

"I'm flattered. I'm just trying for the reward." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "if you don't succeed, don't ask for a crime."

"Ha ha ha, it's not." The man arched his hand and said, "I'm going to pay Zhanqing."

"My younger brother's surname is Mao, and his single name is far away." Yan Sikong said, "please."

Dozens of people began to look around the sick horses.

Yan Sikong opened the horse's eyelids and mouth, looked at them respectively, pulled out the horse's tongue, and then poked his fingers into the horse's nostrils. The horse has yellow eyes, turbid pearls, dry nostrils, difficult to breathe in and out, purple tongue coating and bad smell in his mouth.

Yan Sikong frowned and pressed the horse's belly back and forth.

Those who can pass the first hurdle must have raised horses. They can cure the common small diseases of horses. Looking at the eyes, mouth, nose and tongue is the first step to see whether the horse is healthy, which is similar to the way of the doctor. Therefore, Yan Sikong's way of diagnosing horses is not out of the ordinary.

But Fu Zhanqing doesn't go to see the horse. Instead, he looks at Yan Sikong thoughtfully. Yan Sikong's attention doesn't pay attention either.After a while, the public began to talk about it. Soon, the discussion turned into a quarrel, and no one was satisfied.

Only Yan Sikong was still around the sick horse, feeling left and pressing right, and then checking the horse's feces.

When he grabbed the dry, hard, stone like excrement with his hands, it finally caught the attention of others.

People who keep horses keep company with horse dung every day, but they are not afraid of the dirty smell. Excrement and urine are the important basis for observing the horse's body. But Yan Sikong is a long and graceful man. Although he has a plain appearance, he has excellent temperament. His fingers are thin and slender, and his face is white and smooth. He doesn't look like a man who keeps horses. As Fu Zhanqing said, he looks like a scholar.

So when Yan Sikong crushed the horse dung with his writing like hand, looked at it carefully, put it in his nose, sniffed it seriously, and even licked it with his tongue, everyone was shocked.

When Yan Sikong tasted the sour and salty taste, his face changed, he threw down his hands and washed his hands. His face was calm, but his heart was beating like a drum, thinking about how to get out of here.

It's a hit.

The horse was clearly poisoned.

"Brother, what have you diagnosed?" One asked curiously.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "Xiaosheng is dull, and can't find out what's the disease."

People laugh: "then you don't taste horse dung in vain."

Yan Sikong didn't pay attention, wiped his hands, turned and left the stable.

Fu Zhanqing caught up: "brother Mao, brother Mao." He went to Yan Sikong and said, "are you sure you haven't diagnosed anything?"

"No, I dare not make a fool of myself." Yan Sikong strides forward.

Fu Zhan steps up and says, "please follow me softly."

Yan Sikong was shocked all over. He stopped and looked coldly at Fu Zhanqing.

Fu Zhanqing arched his hand: "my Lord, please."

"Where is your Lord?" Yan Si said coldly, "to set up such an exit is to lead me out?"

Fu Zhanqing said with a smile, "master Taifu, please follow me." Several people with swords have gathered around. Although they are wearing the clothes of the racecourse staff, they are not just the caretakers.

Yan Sikong clenched his fist. The racecourse was so big that even if he could escape from these guards, it was impossible for him to get out of the racecourse only by two legs.

Fu Zhanqing accentuated the tone: "Yan Taifu, please."

Yan Si was so angry that he wanted to kill people. Who on earth is Fengye? Mr. Chen? Apart from them, he could not think of anyone who could find Bazhou so shrewdly and make such a great effort to find him.

Under the pressure of several people, Yan Sikong is brought back to the manor and goes to a house. There are guards inside and outside the door.

"Yan Taifu, please." Fu Zhanqing held out his hand.

Yan Si stares coldly at the door. He straightens his waist, crosses the threshold and walks in calmly.

No matter who is in the house, he has nothing to flinch from. He has suffered both death and life crimes. What else can he fear.

But when Yan Sikong came into the inner room and saw the man sitting at the table, his face suddenly changed. It was as if he had seen a ghost and he was almost speechless.

"Teacher." Fu Zhanqing respectfully said, "people have brought it."

The man Fu Zhanqing called his teacher has a thin and elegant face, three courtyards and five eyes. He is upright and handsome, pale but not morbid. On the contrary, he has a cold and self-sustaining character, and his whole body exudes a dignified manner. He is Shen Hexuan, who should have been buried in the cliff.

Yan Sikong took a breath: "you are still alive."

Shen He Xuan lightly looked at Yan Si Kong: "coincidentally, I just want to say that to you."

"It seems that the evil relationship between you and me is not over."

"Why don't Yan Taifu..." Shen Hexuan pointed to his face and said in a pun, "in front of me, you don't have to pretend."

Yan Sikong tore off the sideburns and whiskers on his face, stripped off a thick layer of ointment, revealing his original face, and then sat opposite Shen Hexuan.

There are four bodyguards standing behind Shen Hexuan. Obviously, they have learned a lesson.

Shen Hexuan said to Zhan Qing, "Zhanqing, you can tell Yan Taifu from so many people. It's a good job."

"Thank you for your praise."

"You go down first."

"Yes." Fu Zhanqing arched his hand, then secretly glanced at Yan Sikong, and then bent down.

Yan Sikong took a look at Fu Zhanqing: "now Mr. Shen even has students."

"Not only was Lianzhong Sanyuan in those years, but it was no problem to teach one or two people." Shen Hexuan looked up and down at Yan Sikong and said sarcastically, "Yan Taifu How are you

"I don't dare say I'm ok. I've burned several places on my body, and I've suffered a lot." Yan Sikong touched his face and said, "only this useless skin bag is intact. When I saw Lord Shen, it seemed that he was really all right. "

Shen Hexuan narrowed his eyes, pupil light condensation: "all right? Since I was pushed down the cliff by Yan Taifu, I was saved by the immortal doctor. I recovered a remnant life, but I was in a coma for half a month, broke several bones, and lay on the collapse for nearly a year. " He patted his right leg. "This leg is useless, too."Yan Sikong had no shame: "in this way, I'm really hateful. How does Lord Shen intend to revenge me?"

"What's the point of revenge." Shen Hexuan gently smile, "you and I are neither private grudge, there will be no private grudge, I look for you for great use, not to revenge myself."

"How did you find me?" Yan Sikong is very clear about her Zhun's ability. Even if she doesn't dare to say that she doesn't leave any clues, with only subtle clues, ordinary people can figure out one or two.

But Shen Hexuan is not an ordinary person. Shen Hexuan finds him and leads him out with a horse. He is convinced that he has lost.

"I'll go to see the king of Chu after I've recovered. The king of Chu ordered me to look for you. In fact, no one knows whether you are really alive, but Feng Ye has been looking for you in secret for more than half a year, and he is still not slack. Since he is so determined, I will treat you as alive. If you are alive, your deeds will be known only by the most trusted people, that is she Zhun and your servant. " Shen she sent someone to make him happy, but I couldn't find him at the same time. I know that she Zhun took your servant and separated from you in the suburb of Huai'an, so I started to look for things from the surrounding cities and towns of Huai'an. It has been more than a year, and the news is very difficult to explore. With only a little bit of clues, I found Bazhou, and it is difficult to trace it again. "

"Then you think of using the sick horse to show myself." Yan Sikong sneered, "Lord Shen checked my background very clearly."

"If you know yourself and know the other, there will be no details." Shen Hexuan also sneered, "I know you can't just sit back and watch. If you poison a few horses, you'll be able to catch this big fish. It's a huge profit."

"I admire it." Yan Si arched her hand and said, "I admire you." It's really chilling that the people in the world who know him so well and are good at guessing his thoughts should be his enemies.

"Yan Taifu, who is stirring up the storm and making waves, doesn't really intend to go back to the countryside and die in the countryside."

"Like Lord Shen, I'm healing." Yan Sikong stares directly at Shen Hexuan, "I don't know if Lord Shen has found me. What's his purpose?"

"Naturally, I will give you to the king of Chu."

"Then, let the king of Chu kill me, or take me to threaten the wolf king?"

"what Chu Wang wants to do with you has the final say of Chu."

"But the king of Chu will take your advice."

Shen Hexuan sneered and shook his head: "my suggestion, you still don't know, so as not to increase worry."

Yan Sikong can't think how Shen Hexuan will deal with him, but he will not live well. Unexpectedly, when he dies and comes back, he will fall into Chen's hands again? If so, he might as well kill himself now to avoid future trouble.

Shen Hexuan seemed to see his intention: "Yan Taifu, don't do stupid things. Your servant will follow you to Qushan, right? My people will find him soon. If you miss him, he will be buried with you. "

Yan Sikong sneered: "I will care about the life of a servant?"

Shen Hexuan shook his head: "if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I don't believe there are people like you in the world. It seems selfish and merciless. In fact, he was trapped by love and righteousness all his life. Yuanmao raised you for four years. You paid for half of your life to avenge him. Fengye has been with you for three years. You can do nothing for his life. Your servant is loyal to you. Do you really care about his life? With your ability, you could have soared for nine days, but you have to put yourself in the upper shackles and never fly again. You're smart and stupid. "

Yan Si listened with an expressionless face, but his heart was numb.

"During the time when I couldn't get up from you, I repeatedly thought about you and pondered over you. The more I pondered over you, the more I realized that there was no such complex and exquisite person as you in the world." Shen Hexuan slightly hook lips, "I read ten thousand volumes, you teach me, far from books."

"I have learned a lot from Lord Shen. You and I are both teachers and friends."

"It's a pity that you and I are enemies." Shen Hexuan stares at Yan Sikong, "at the beginning, you wanted to kill me and beat me. Unfortunately, I didn't die. Now I still capture you. So this game, I won."

"Until the end, let alone win."

Shen Hexuan said coldly, "it's a pity that this time, you're really going to the end."

Yan Sikong was silent for a long time: "to tell you the truth, I intended to go back to Liaodong."

Shen Hexuan looked at him and waited for him to go on.

"If I'm doomed to fail, can Lord Shen protect Liaodong for me?"

Shen Hexuan said, "Liaodong is the gateway to our northern territory of Dasheng. Every Dasheng man should defend China and resist barbarians. I can promise you that I will do my best to protect Liaodong."

Yan Sikong dropped his eyelashes and stopped talking.

No one knows which day he will go. Just as he thought of going through fire and water for the people of Liaodong yesterday, today he has become a prisoner again.

Why do you think about the future? If you live one day, you plan to live one day. As long as you have a breath, it's not the last.Zhuo Wang is the background of ancient feudalism. I originally wrote a long paragraph to explain why Fengye must have children to meet the background of the times and characters. But if you think about these words, you have to pay for them. I know this plot. I'm going to be scolded. I also know how to write the attack perfectly and affectionately. I just can't persuade myself to write the plot that I think is unreasonable. The novel is to find a balance between fiction and reality. If we have to measure the ancients with the three views of modern people, and evaluate the characters and plots with words such as hatred of women, the same wife, the third child and cheating marriage gay, I There was nothing left to say in the end.

PS, I will never write "the man of this article will marry a woman and have a child" on the copy, so the spoiler might as well put the outline on the copy directly

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