"A reward of 100,000 silver is offered, and all efforts will be made to capture Ling Yun!" Emperor Long Yan was furious and passed down the imperial edict.
Strangely, Ling Yun, whom people had racked their brains and efforts to search for, seemed to have evaporated in the world, and there was no trace of him for several days.
Ling Yun could not be found, and everyone was anxious and panicked.
The emperor was also a little unable to hold himself back.
It is really important for each of them to get the whereabouts of Ling Yun - because Ling Yun now represents not only his personal value, but more importantly, he also represents the whereabouts of Lu Wenzheng.
There is also the whereabouts of the dragon, phoenix and jade talisman. Of course, except for a few smart people in Tianxiao, most people don't know that the dragon and phoenix jade talismans were thrown into the smoke and fire by Ling Yun outside the study room of the Ministry of Justice a few days ago and turned into ashes! …
Because Ling Yun has now become the focus of everyone's heated discussion, the topic of everyone's discussion centered on Ling Yun and gradually extended to all aspects of him.
Including how he pretended to be Zhou Shan and sneaked into the palace, Li Zhishan and others couldn't help but think of the assassination incident in Qixia Pavilion.
Everyone carefully sorted out the causes and consequences of this incident and felt that there were many doubts in it. After careful consideration, Li Zhishan and Ding Jinzhi went to the imperial study room to meet the emperor. They expressed their doubts and opinions euphemistically and carefully, and carefully asked the emperor for a ruling.
"What, you said that Concubine Ling is suspected of colluding with bandits?..."
Li Zhishan's deep voice reached the emperor's ears, like thunder exploding in his ears. His eyes suddenly became extremely ugly, and the eyes he looked at the two courtiers who were kneeling on the ground and trembling all over became increasingly obscure.
"Exactly." Feeling the oppressive pressure from the emperor, Li Zhishan and Ding Jinzhi kowtowed repeatedly, their heads hanging so low that they almost touched their feet. They tried their best to suppress their breathing and did not dare to make a sound.
The emperor slowly turned his back and silently stared at the mural of dragons and phoenixes on the wall, speechless for a long time.
The air was stagnant for a moment, and the imperial study suddenly became eerily quiet. Even each other's heartbeats could be clearly heard.
Ding Jinzhi felt that his back was filled with cold air. He tried hard to suppress the trembling in his heart and said in a deep voice: "I have the courage to report this matter to the Holy One. It is really a matter of great importance and affects the safety of the country and the country." , I have no choice but to retaliate. I firmly believe that the Holy One is wise and will be able to distinguish right from wrong, eliminate rebellion and bring order to the country of the Song Dynasty."
The study was still silent, and the emperor was still silent.
The bottom of his eyes swirled slightly, and the emotions on his face were advancing layer by layer like surging waves; in his daze, he seemed to be back to the situation when he first met Mo Shuiling a few years ago.
At that time, she was wronged, and led by Lu Wencheng, who was still the Minister of Punishment at the time, she went to the Yangxin Hall to redress her grievances.
Once you see a beautiful woman, you will always be mistaken. The moment he saw her, he was immediately shocked and completely captivated.
Is there such a beautiful and pure woman in the world? Her curved willow eyebrows and a pair of clear black and white eyes are like glistening autumn waves, like bright stars. Inadvertently, with just a slight turn, they are like floating green and flowing elixir, and they stir up the emperor's heart like a pool of spring water. rippling as gently as...
"Your Majesty..." A humble and hoarse voice interrupted the emperor's thoughts.
The muscles on the emperor's face twitched involuntarily, and he was immediately separated from the dreamlike, beautiful clouds and smoke of the past, and transitioned back to the cruel reality in front of him.
The emperor's eyes were dark and cold, and his heart was numb, as if it was being cut with a knife and it was numbing and aching.
He turned around with some difficulty, looked at Ding Jinzhi and Li Zhishan expressionlessly, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm.
"Pass the decree to put Concubine Ling into the cold palace and order Feng Chaoying to investigate her strictly!"
Ding Jinzhi and others were secretly happy. They knew that, in this round, they had won again.
The two fell down on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, shouted long live the mountains, and thanked the Lord for His kindness...
In early summer, the sky was bleak and gloomy. A light rain had just fallen, and the air smelled of moisture and dust, making it dense and depressing.
When Ling Yun woke up, he found himself lying in a simple and tidy farmhouse.
The furnishings in the room are simple, and the red window grilles of a pair of golden girls stand out against the snow-white background of the window lattice, making people feel simple and warm.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look out the window. The sky was already dark, and the night scene was mottled and changing. The pale moonlight weakly squeezed in through the window lattice, and was spreading on the soft quilt on his body, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
Silently looking at everything in the room, he suddenly felt that this place seemed familiar. What is this place?
He closed his eyes and thought about what had happened in the past few days. It was like a sharp sword cutting into his scarred heart inch by inch, and the heartbreaking pain spread bit by bit.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he wanted to try to move his body, but he felt like ants were biting him all over his body, and he almost fainted from the pain.
At this time the door opened and two people walked in from the outside.
The person in front is an old man in green clothes in his sixties, with a boyish face and thick eyebrows, full of energy and energy.
The man behind is nearly forty years old, dressed as a farmer, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dark face, a short mustache, and looks rough and heroic, with a heroic spirit.
When Ling Yun first saw the two of them, he felt they looked familiar.
The old man smiled at him and said, "Master Ling, do you feel better?"
Ling Yun was startled for a moment, then suddenly his clear eyes changed, and he blurted out: "Are you Mr. Ge, the 'iron-fingered divination'?"
The old man smiled and said: "I thought that noble people tend to forget things, and Master Ling has already forgotten me, a mountain villager."
Ling Yun looked at the rough man again and said, "If I remember correctly, this is Brother Beiqiuge?"
The rough man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile: "Master Ling really has a good memory."
Ling Yun said: "By the way, why am I here? You two saved me, right?"
"That's right." Ge Zhong glanced at Ge Beiqiu and said: "That day, my son Beiqiu went to Baishi Ridge to collect medicine. He encountered people from the Tianxiao organization who were chasing Ling Daxia. My son wanted to help, but there were many people on the other side. Even if they stepped forward, it would be of no use to them. Later, when they saw Ling Daxia being forced down the cliff, Bei Qiu relied on his familiarity with the terrain to get around to the bottom of the cliff first.
"It seems that Ling Daxia was lucky enough to hang on a pine tree. Bei Qiu rescued Ling Daxia and hid him in a nearby cave covered with weeds until Bai Yu's old man searched and brought him there. After the people left, Fang took advantage of the darkness to carry Ling Daxia back home."
Having said this, Ge Zhong paused for a moment and then said: "Because Lao Lao has been practicing medicine for generations, and it has passed down to Lao Lao's generation, they also know a thing or two about medical skills, so they boldly treated Ling Daxia's injuries. I just don't know that Ling Daxia feels better now." ?”
Ling Yun tried to adjust his breath. Although the muscles all over his body were sore, he felt that the meridians in his body were smooth and his breath was even. He knew that most of his injuries were superficial injuries and his body was no longer serious. He hurriedly struggled to get up and thanked the two of them.
Ge Zhong hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and said repeatedly: "Master Ling's injury is not healed, so you must not move."...
Everyone chatted for a while. Seeing that Ling Yun was depressed and listless, Ge and his son knew that he had something on his mind, so they comforted him a few words and withdrew wisely.
Ling Yun was the only one left in the room.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the thrilling and unbearable tragic scenes a few days ago were still echoing in front of his eyes.
Yang Zhen and Lu Wenzheng died tragically one after another... In the chaos, they were separated from Lian Nanchun, Sai Zhongjing, Du Zhenghai and others... Their life and death were also uncertain, and their whereabouts were unknown... He was forced into desperation by Bai Yu and other sky owl thieves. Jump off the cliff...
In order to investigate the prince's case and clear Lord Lu's innocence, he had sacrificed so much, and then he silently licked the wounds, waiting for the wounds that had been broken into plasma to condense into a thin scab.
But why, before these wounds could heal, an even greater disaster struck, destroying all his hopes and hopes in an instant.
Hopelessness is spreading, I am confused and at a loss. All the emotions are stirring in my heart, but I am suppressing them. The pain is extremely uncomfortable but there is nowhere to vent it.
At this moment, he felt that all his thoughts were hopeless and lifeless. For a moment, he really wanted to pull out his sword and kill him...
The next morning, Ge Beiqiu came to see him.
Through the window, he saw Ling Yun leaning on the couch with a blank expression, holding the long sword across his chest, staring at the sword's edge like a stream of autumn water, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
He pondered for a moment, coughed slightly, and walked in with his legs raised.
Ling Yun glanced at him lazily, slowly put down his sword, and whispered: "Brother Ge."
Ge Beiqiu said: "People say that the former Commander Ling and the current eldest son of the Marquis Mansion are heroic and heroic. How can he be so decadent and depressed now?"
Ling Yun smiled bitterly and said: "What kind of hero am I? I wanted to clear up Mr. Lu's grievances, and I wanted to save Mr. Lu from prison. But what happened? Mr. Lu died, and Yang Zhen died too... everything failed in a terrible way, you think I still want to What kind of dignity do you have to live in this world?"
"What, Mr. Lu is already... dead?" Ge Beiqiu stared at him, not missing any of his expressions, from shock to emotion.
Ling Yun didn't speak, he just lowered his head silently and bit his lip hard, causing the muscles on his face and even his whole body to tremble.
Ge Beiqiu could almost hear Ling Yun's soul whimpering silently.
He didn't speak for a long time, and then said: "Because of this, you feel discouraged and feel that your life in the world has no meaning; you are even worthless, right?"
Ling Yun's expression was blank for a moment. He shook his head first, and then nodded feebly.
Ge Beiqiu sneered and said: "Okay!" Suddenly his shot was like lightning, and he hit Ling Yun's "shoulder blade" and "tanzhong" points with his parallel fingers.
Ling Yun was injured and almost unable to resist; he was in a trance and defenseless. He was suddenly restrained by the opponent. He felt numb and stiff all over, unable to move at all.
He couldn't help but said in surprise: "Brother Ge, you..."
Ge Beiqiu glanced over with disdain with his narrow eyes, snorted coldly, took out a notice from his arms, held it up to his eyes and said: "Ling Yun, take a good look, what is this?"...
