Chapter 42 fourth quarter

Time: At the beginning of Zishi, three quarters (according to today's time, it should be 11:45 in the middle of the night). Location: West Lake Baidi. The Ding'an Gate in the northwest corner of the capital quietly opened, and dozens of big men came out in a file. At that time, the night was dark and the surrounding fields were lonely.The green hills outside the city are like ink, and the lights are like residual stars.The first person was riding a big gray horse, with short stature and a round face covered with frost. It was King Qing Zhao Kai, but he was dressed like a gangster.Walking with him is Taoist Thousand Faces.Dozens of strong men followed behind, all of them strong and tall, with solemn faces, pushing more than a dozen carts, which were loaded with hay and oil drums, and held torches in their hands, but they did not light them.A group of people walked towards Bai Causeway and Wuming Villa under the faint light of the sky.

Qianmiandao said humanely: "My lord, it's not too late to turn around now." King Qing said: "I have made up my mind, if I don't burn the Wuming Villa into ruins, how can I get rid of the hatred in my heart." Qianmiandao said humanely: "Your Majesty, Pindao had once fought face-to-face with the Third Young Master Cao during the day, and his martial arts skills were far beyond Pindao's expectations. Pindao didn't have the confidence to draw his sword in front of him. Once It is impossible to save his life today, let him escape. Looking for revenge against the prince in the future, but it is very difficult to guard against. Besides, if you want to burn Wuming Villa, you must first burn the lonely mountain. Once the lonely mountain is burned, it will definitely shake the capital and cause chaos. It's not easy for the prince to explain if the emperor pursues it."

King Qing said: "Shut up, you will spoil my interest by chattering along the way." Qianmiandao said humanely: "Poverty Dao has been hired as a teacher by the prince, how can he know what his duty is, and let the prince get involved in danger." King Qing waved his hand, and said angrily: "I am the current prince. I will enter the Eastern Palace sooner or later. I will ascend the throne and become emperor sooner or later. I will take life and death and do whatever I want. Is there anything in this world that is hard for me? Is there anything in this world that I dare not Why? Since I hired you as my teacher, I want you to advise me and solve my problems. You are good, you only know how to persuade me to swallow your anger. Don’t say more. If you say more, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Taoist Qian Mian was reprimanded by this, and he dared not persuade him any more, the young men who followed him were even more silent, and they did not dare to speak out. A group of people walked on the white embankment in darkness, silently, and the lakes on both sides were silent and eerily quiet.The wind blows over the weeping willows on the Baidi, reminding: someone is coming, cheer up.The Wuming Villa is not far in front of you, and you can't see any lights, so you must be in a deep sleep, unaware that the disaster is coming. With a wave of his hand, King Qing signaled his followers to speed up their pace.He seemed to see the lonely mountain sinking into a sea of ​​flames, and the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the surrounding lakes and green mountains. In the sea of ​​flames, buildings collapsed, and people twisted to death in the smoke. The pleasure of revenge made his eyes burn and his face flushed.He felt that he was no longer a prince, but a warrior and ranger who was above the law in a legendary novel.

At this time, on the originally dark road ahead, a flame ignited, and under the flame, an old wrinkled face appeared. King Qing reined in his mount and asked angrily, "Who are you?" "The old man's surname is Meng, and he is the housekeeper of the Wuming Villa. I heard that the prince suddenly became interested and visited our villa late at night. My son specially sent the old man to wait here and pick him up for the prince." King Qing was shocked. He wanted to set fire to the Wuming Villa, but it was a temporary idea. Apart from telling Taoist Qianmian beforehand, no one should know about it.Since Uncle Meng dared to stand in the way alone, Wuming Villa must have been on guard.

King Qing's face darkened, he turned his head and glared at Taoist Qianmian, and said, "Did you leak the news?" Taoist Qian Mian hastily defended: "I also ask the lord to be clear, the poor Taoist is with the lord day and night today, and he has never left for a moment." Uncle Meng watched the fire from the other side, and said slowly: "It's none of the priest's business, my young master called the old man here. He told the old man that he had a premonition that the prince is going to visit the village late at night, so he asked the old man to come and greet him."

King Qing sneered, and said, "My king can't sleep at night, so I took advantage of the time to visit the lake. What's the matter with the Wuming Villa? You'd better leave early, so as not to disturb my interest in enjoying the night scenery of the West Lake." Uncle Meng said: "My lord is the current prince, a descendant of an emperor, with a dignified appearance, so why lie in front of this old man? Is this attire necessary for swimming in the lake? Is it necessary to bring so many horses, hay and oil barrels?" King Qing was provoked by Uncle Meng, and said: "That's right, this king intends to visit Wuming Villa and meet with Third Young Master Cao."

Uncle Meng said: "My lord, I don't dare to talk nonsense about why you came to our village, but I can comfort the lord that our whole village has already made preparations to entertain the lord and his party." King Qing said in a dark voice: "Very well, since my lord has already come, there is absolutely no reason to return empty-handed. Come, first catch this old guy, chop him up and throw him into the West Lake to feed the fish. Then follow me to Gushan, burn Not a single blade of grass is left in the Unnamed Villa." Uncle Meng shouted: "Wait a minute, the old man still has a letter in his hand. After the prince has read it, if he still wants to go his own way, the old man accepts his fate and is willing to be buried in the belly of a fish without any complaints."

After a letter was checked carefully with three or four hands, it arrived in King Qing's hands.Immediately, five or six torches were lit, illuminating King Qing's surroundings like daylight, and King Qing looked at the letter in his hand through the light.There was no word on the envelope, only sealed with wax.There is a stamp on the wax paint, which is a flying dragon pattern.Before King Qing could open the letter, his complexion changed drastically when he saw this seal.King Qing carefully opened the envelope, took out the letter paper tremblingly, and wrote a letter: It is better to return to the boat early to avoid the raging waves.It is the handwriting of the third son.

Uncle Meng said: "My lord must know this seal?" At this time, King Qing seemed to have been slapped thousands of times. He was at a loss for a while, and just stared at the letter in a daze. After a long while, Fang murmured, "Where did this seal come from?" "Naturally, it comes from where it should come from. If the prince wants to burn the mountain slaughter house, he will not be an enemy of my son, but the owner of this seal. This is what I said. Whether the prince is advancing or retreating, listen carefully Respect." King Qing wanted to cry but had no tears, and his inevitable revenge had to come to an abrupt end.He stamped his feet and said viciously: "Old man, go back and tell your young master to let him be complacent. This seal can protect him for a while, but not forever. One day, he will fall into the hands of this king. At that time, he will know how powerful this king is." Turning the horse's head, the group of people gradually drifted away.

Uncle Meng leaned on his stick to listen to the sound of the lake, and said to the backs of King Qing and his party: "Huh, young people don't know the heights of heaven and earth, and dare to chop up old men and throw them into the lake to feed the fish. You haven't seen how powerful Uncle Meng is?" , if it wasn’t for the young master’s repeated warnings to me, my old man will randomly use three or two poisons to keep all of you from smoking from your five sense organs and bleeding to death from your seven orifices.” He walked along the lake embankment and walked slowly back to the villa, with a hint of melancholy in his expression.