As soon as Han Changmu left the house, Jin Yu hurriedly greeted him, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Meng Sui has gone far away from them."
Han Changmu immediately reined in his horse and stood up, with a happy face on his face: "We're here so soon, didn't we say it will take two days?"
Jin Yu handed the note to Han Changmu and said with a hint of worry: "The letter said that His Highness the King of Han had an emergency, so he rushed back all night."
Han Changmu's hand holding the note shook, and he saw some scrawled and impatient handwriting on it. It was Meng Suigai's handwriting, but his hand was clearly shaking when he started writing. It seemed that the situation was extremely serious, but apart from this note, No news came out from the team returning to the city, and there was no movement in the palace, and the saint didn't know anything about it. It was obvious that Xie Mengxia and others deliberately concealed the matter. It's hard to say that he was not suffering from an emergency, but was injured. People are hurt.
With a calm expression, he put away the note with his backhand, turned the horse's head, raised his whip and said to the horse: "Let's go to the far gate."
There was a long queue outside Kaiyuanmen. They were all motorcades and passers-by who were queuing up to go through customs and follow the road guide, waiting to enter Chang'an City.
In early spring, the snow has disappeared, and the gaps in the bluestone road are scattered with green colors.
The bright morning light, with its sparse warmth, fell on the queue waiting to enter the city, extending all the way to the pavilion five miles away. These people were of all shapes and colors, including Han and Chinese, all weather-beaten, and their clothes and carriages were all covered with rust. It looks like a dusty person.
There was a motorcade dressed as Han Chinese, which looked particularly sleepy and exhausted. At the head of the motorcade was a young man, looking left and right on his horse with an anxious look on his face.
There was a man behind him with a weathered face. He hurriedly urged the horse to rush to the young man and asked in a low voice: "How is the age difference? How long does it take before we can enter the city?"
This young man was none other than Meng Suigai, who was rushing back to Chang'an City from Longyou Road. There were constant crises along the way. His face had long lost the greenness it once had, and he had no time to care about the stubble on his chin, which sprouted like weeds. The light cyan color added a bit of vicissitudes to him.
He stretched his neck and looked for a long time before he saw the towering city gate at the end of the endless queue. He frowned and whispered: "It will take about half an hour, Mr. Leng, how is your highness?"
The man with a weathered face was none other than Leng Linjiang. After walking all this way, his face was no longer as fair as before. It had been polished into a bronze color and was as rough as city bricks, but his eyes were still as fair as before. Look forward to the brilliance and grace.
He sighed, his face full of sorrow: "It's not good." After a slight pause, his eyes wandered around, not knowing who he was looking for: "Didn't you send a message to Jiuchao? Why hasn't he come yet? Pick us up!”
Meng Suigai breathed a sigh of relief. Counting the days, the heir apparent of his family should have received the letter from his flying slave. However, nothing is certain. What if something goes wrong? Fortunately, he is already outside Kaiyuanmen. , everything will improve after entering Chang'an City.
Thinking about this, he asked in a low voice: "Master Leng, His Highness has caused such a big trouble this time. Will he be demoted from prince to county king all of a sudden?"
Leng Linjiang swung his horse whip and pretended to be unpredictable: "It's not unreasonable to be demoted to a commoner, after all." He shook his head and sighed sadly: "Hey, it's so embarrassing."
Meng Suige felt that Leng Linjiang's tone was a bit strange, so he looked at him deeply for a few times. However, he did not see any sadness on his face, but instead saw a bit of excitement as he watched the excitement.
Meng Sui was stunned for a moment. Leng Linjiang had asked them to rush to the capital at night in the past few days, probably not only to save Xie Mengxia, but also to see the excitement as early as possible.
The team entering the city moved forward slowly. The sun was rising higher and higher, and the people who were covered in sun were so warm that they became even more lazy to move.
Leng Linjiang covered his mouth and yawned. He was about to say something when suddenly his eyes opened wide and bright. He pointed at the distance and said with a smile: "Meng Suigai, look, look, is that Leng from your family?" Face Yama?"
A group of five or six people rushed out of the sun. The leader was wearing a bright and eye-catching scarlet robe. He rushed out of the sun, and his pale face reflected a translucent brilliance, just like a banished immortal.
Seeing this scene, Leng Linjiang clicked his tongue before Meng Suijie could say anything: "Don't tell me, your Yama is really good-looking, and he deserves the name Jade Face."
The visitor was Han Changmu, who had received the news that Meng Suige and others were returning to the city today, and urged his horse to come out to greet them.
Meng Suige had no time to pay attention to Leng Linjiang, so he hurriedly rode his horse to meet him. When he got close, he dared to whisper: "Your Majesty."
Han Changmu nodded slightly, and also lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
Meng Suige's face was extremely ugly. He moved his lips with great difficulty and whispered a few words.
Han Changmu's face also darkened. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the carriage behind him. He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and took a look. Then he lowered the curtain and looked at Leng Linjiang and complained: "How could this be done? Like this? Why don't you look at him?"
Leng Linjiang smiled dryly and whispered aggrievedly: "You can't blame me for this, Jiu Chao, he is a dignified prince, how dare I control him? I can't control this."
Han Changmu pursed his lips, lifted the curtains and took another look, and muttered gloomily: "I brought the carriage over and moved the King of Han to my carriage. I took him back to the Han Mansion and asked Meng Sui to send the people behind him away. When you go to the Internal Guard, you go directly to the palace to report the matter to the sage. Now there are countless people staring at the King of Han. You have to think of how to say it so that the sage will not blame the king of Han heavily and not be angry with you."
When Leng Linjiang heard this, his heart trembled. Along the way, he was also thinking repeatedly about how to explain this matter to the saint so that the saint would be more accepting and less angry.
He moved his lips and asked sincerely: "Jiuchao, what do you think I should tell the saint?"
Han Changmu glanced at the motionless car curtain and whispered: "The sage knows the nature of the King of Han better than you and I. No matter how you put it lightly, the sage can guess what the truth is. You might as well think about it. Why did you pick yourself off?"
Leng Linjiang's eyes flashed, he patted Han Changmu's shoulder hard, and said with emotion: "Although you are related to the King of Han, you are still very upright."
Han Changmu snorted and ordered Meng Suige to carefully move Xie Mengxia to the carriage he had brought. After giving Meng Suige a few words, he whipped up his horse and escorted the carriage to the city gate. .
At this time, the city of Chang'an was still peaceful and quiet. The arrival of King Xie Mengxia of Han Dynasty in the capital was well covered up, without attracting anyone's attention, and no news came out.
After entering the city, Han Changmu returned to his house without any delay. The cloak wrapped Xie Mengxia tightly from head to toe. Jin Yu carried him and ran all the way to Han Changmu's study.
Before he could catch his breath, he heard Han Changmu say: "Go and ask Ayao to come over. Avoid some people. If Bao Cheng is here, ask Bao Cheng to come with him."
Jin Yu hurriedly responded yes.
There were no outsiders in the study, so Han Changmu took off his cloak, glanced at Xie Mengxia lying on the bed, sighed with deep sorrow, and whispered: "Tell me, why did you end up like this?" Meeting someone?”
After a moment of silence, Xie Mengxia hesitated and said: "Well, I can't see you again after I've raised someone."
Han Changmu sneered: "Then you won't treat the disease?"
Xie Mengxia choked up and said angrily: "Hey, I find that your tone of voice now looks more and more like that dead girl A Yao."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure fell half outside the door and half swayed inside the door. A sneer sounded immediately: "Really, am I so hateful when I speak?"
Xie Mengxia hurriedly sat up. When he thought of his current appearance, he quickly lay down for a while, covered his face with a big cloak, and said in a low voice: "Just stand at the door, don't come in, don't come in." ah."
Yao Yao smiled, walked quickly into the study, and pulled off the cloak that concealed his ugliness. He took a careful look at Xie Mengxia and clicked his tongue: "Your Highness, which thousand-year-old female temptress did you let suck him dry?"
Bao Cheng, who was following closely, took a look and almost laughed like a pig. Then he remembered that he was not familiar with Xie Mengxia and couldn't laugh like this, so he quickly suppressed his smile and looked at Xie Mengxia with a solemn expression. .
In front of him, Xie Mengxia's cheeks were so thin and deeply sunken, and his pale face was marked with two big dark circles of blue and black. His whole person looked like a dead person, as if only the last one was left. The breath is hanging, and if a slightly stronger wind blows over, the breath seems to be dissipated.
Xie Mengxia's face turned red with embarrassment, and she pointed at Yao Yao and said "you, you, you" for a long time, without telling you the whole story, and finally covered her face.
Yao Yao didn't have the consciousness to give up when things were good. When she came, Jin Yu had already roughly described Xie Mengxia's appearance to her, and she guessed about it. When she saw it at first, she was indeed startled. He couldn't bear to look at it, but then he thought about it and realized that he was asking for his own death, so he continued to taunt him with a smile: "Oh, Your Highness, you are so talkative, don't you have straight legs?" My hair is flying and I can’t walk at all.”
Han Changmu heard Yao Yao's words becoming more and more outrageous. These words were not what a girl who had not yet left the government should say. He quickly stopped Yao Yao and turned to ask Xie Mengxia: "Your Highness is in such a state that it is difficult to hire an imperial doctor. If you can trust Your Highness, Wei Chen, how about I let Wei Chen take your pulse?"
Xie Mengxia took a breath and nodded with a pale face: "That's the only way it can be. I'm so weak now that I can't see my father. If I say another word, I feel like I'm going to die."
Han Changmu frowned, feeling that this was not entirely a problem caused by overindulgence. He put two fingers on Xie Mengxia's wrist and tilted his head to concentrate for a moment.
Xie Mengxia's pulse was indeed weak, but it was not so weak that he could only breathe.
