In the early morning, friends bid farewell.
Not much sentimentality, just concern and worry.
Bai Song followed General Zhu's personal guard team and left Kyoto.
There were less than fifty people in the entire team.
This also includes Yoshiko.
Bai Song finally agreed to Ji Zi's conditions and took her to leave Japan first.
As a condition of the summons, her escort Sanlang must stay in Japan to protect the Tang Dynasty mission for three years.
Bai Song will also protect Ji Zi for three years.
For Bai Song, this matter was not a deal, but what happened that night while bathing behind the thatched house made Bai Song willing to make some concessions for this woman.
This is not really like and love. Maybe Bai Song himself is not aware of it. The special treatment he gives Ji Zi is just because the other party fulfills a small wish deep in his heart.
In Japan, this most beautiful woman is a high-ranking saint who cannot be touched by mortals and is looked up to by millions of people.
But in Bai Song's heart, this is really just a caged bird, and it is enough for him to enjoy it.
Ji Zi also seems to know her status. She has no more requirements, as long as she can go to Datang.
The team of fifty people had fifty fast horses. After leaving the city, the team immediately entered a state of preparation for war and headed towards the coast non-stop.
No one knows what will happen during this short journey. Will the people from Donghuang Pavilion choose to take action on the road?
It was tense all the way, but also calm all the way. The expected attack never happened.
Seeing that they were halfway through the journey, General Zhu caught up with Bai Song and asked in a low voice: "Sir, is the other party not planning to take action? Do they want to stay and deal with the rest of the mission?"
"The mission is protected by the Japanese royal family and the expert. As long as it is not a large-scale conflict, there should be no problem. There will not be a large-scale conflict in Donghuang Pavilion now, because if they attack our people, they will not Once again, they have proven their evil nature to the people. Donghuang Pavilion is not in a desperate situation yet, and they will definitely retain some image in the hearts of the people."
"However, there was no trouble at all along the way. What on earth are they planning?"
"Who knows?" Bai Song's face was relaxed and he was muttering in his heart, "No matter what, if they really don't take action, the general will go back first and ask the emperor to send people from the Mi Zhao Division to come for support."
…
The situation was completely different from Bai Song's expectation. The team of fifty people successfully arrived at the coast, and warships parked near the sea could be seen in the distance.
Looking at the sea, Bai Song fell into deep thought.
General Zhu also asked with a frown: "Sir, what should we do now? It seems that the people in Donghuang Pavilion are not fooled. Are we still leaving?"
Bai Song didn't answer, something was a little strange.
With such a good opportunity, why didn't Donghuang Pavilion take action?
"Since there is no movement in the Donghuang Pavilion, let's stay for the time being. Send someone to report to the court and let the elites of the Secret Regiment Department be responsible for collecting the members of the Donghuang Pavilion."
Hearing Bai Song's words, Jizi who was accompanying him was a little disappointed. She wanted to leave, but she didn't expect that she could only stop when she reached the entrance of the coast.
"Brother Bai!"
Suddenly there was a shout in the distance.
It was Li Chunfeng riding a fast horse!
Bai Song frowned, feeling that Li Chunfeng's appearance was not accidental.
As expected, Li Chunfeng hurriedly dismounted and said in panic: "Donghuang... Donghuang took his people across the sea overnight to the direction of the Tang Dynasty."
"What?"
"The thing is absolutely true. The Holy Mountain was destroyed. Donghuang led a group of people to find Pindao and learned a lot about the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. At first, Pindao didn't think much about it until they left in a hurry and took away I bought some unfinished elixirs from Pindao. Pindao watched their ship go out to sea with his own eyes, and he probably wanted to settle this account on the emperor. Today I heard about the formation of Brother Bai and rushed to the coast overnight. Fortunately It’s time to catch up.”
"You mean the people from Donghuang Pavilion are going to assassinate the emperor?" Bai Song's eyes widened.
"I can't confirm it, but it's very likely."
"No wonder...no wonder the road was calm and calm. It turns out that the elites from Donghuang Pavilion have already headed towards the Tang Dynasty!" Zhu He sighed, his body going numb.
"Go back! Set sail immediately. We must dare to report before the people from Donghuang Pavilion arrive."
The situation suddenly changed and returning to Chang'an became a race against time.
Li Chunfeng decided to return to Beijing with Bai Song to resume his life.
The two had many disagreements before, but when it came to the life and death of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the two stood on the same front again.
…
There was no scene on the sea, and it had been more than half a year since Bai Song left Chang'an before he knew it.
Because of the emergence of the Bai Song Dynasty, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty seems to have occurred decades earlier than historical records indicate.
Today, the Tang Dynasty is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and the weather is smooth. All the peace is truly written on the faces and daily lives of the people in Chang'an.
There is a courtyard wall in the Beiding Prince's Mansion that is covered with the word "正", densely packed, but becoming more and more regular.
In the same yard, a capable little girl wielded a long sword as tall as herself and swung it gracefully. When the sword swept across, it was the beginning of the sword's edge. A fallen leaf did not touch the sword's edge, but it was chopped into two sections.
The little eagle stopped practicing for the day and added another touch to the wall.
Jian Shisan, who was standing like a dead wood pile not far away, said lightly: "There are still forty days left before you can practice your mental skills."
Jian Shisan said that it takes Xiao Yingying to practice basic sword moves for three hundred days before he can cultivate his mental skills. Everyone thought that Xiao Yingying was recording the number of days he practiced swordsmanship.
Only she knew in her heart that all the marks on that wall were just recording the days when her father left.
From the beginning of spring to the beginning of winter, the people and things in Chang'an have undergone great changes.
The little eagle has grown up, but at seven years old it is almost the same as her mother.
The little girl didn't like to express her feelings, but she kept thinking of her father in her heart. She always remembered that when his father left, he said he would come back in half a year or in a year.
Now, as the one-year period is getting closer, the young eagle occasionally thinks about what his father is doing now.
All her mothers are very kind to her, and she likes her current life very much, but after all, a family must have a backbone, otherwise it will not be complete.
In the bank, business continued as usual.
Banknotes have not yet spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, but they have become the most common thing in Chang'an.
In the backyard, Qing'er was counting this month's accounts as usual, and was worrying about calculations when a letter flying down from the wall interrupted her thoughts.
He opened the envelope and wrote: "Thirty-seven Japanese people entered Chang'an at 10 o'clock today. Their momentum is extraordinary, and they are definitely not ordinary people."
Qing'er frowned slightly and tapped her slender fingers on the table.
"I haven't seen the Japanese team of thirty-seven people in more than half a year."
As she muttered, Qing'er immediately wrote a reply in the letter: "Monitor closely."
"My lord, where have you been hiding?"
In the courtyard, the little maid began to look for the young prince again.
Qing'er listened and shook her head helplessly, not wanting to see the same envelope already placed in front of the young prince Bai An in the house in the same courtyard.
