Chapter 308: The Law God sent an ambush, the Empress's arrangement
Chapter 308: The Law God sent an ambush, the Empress's arrangement
The princess left just as quietly as she came.
Taicang Prefecture was too busy dealing with the follow-up of the case to have time to see him off.
On that day, with the assistance of two hundred cavalrymen, Prefect Sun stabilized the situation and came to Zhao Duan in the evening to discuss the follow-up.
The next day, the weather cleared up and Zhao Duan set out again to return under the complicated gazes of local officials.
When we came here, there were four carriages, and when we returned to Beijing, it was the same.
However, the princess was gone, and instead there were two prison cars holding the former governor Gao Lian and the county magistrate Wang Chusheng.
"Da da……"
At the city gate, he watched the imperial envoy's team leave Taicang Prefecture under the escort of cavalry and return north towards the capital.
Officials led by Sun Xiaozhun breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"I don't know how His Majesty will punish me this time."
Liu Ancha, who had not yet been reinstated, was worried that the empress would be furious and issue an order to punish him for negligence.
Sun Xiaozhun, who had turned a disaster into a blessing and whose merits and demerits were offset by his merits, snorted and said:
"Lord Liu is already old. If I were you, I would write a memorial to His Majesty in advance and resign from my post. I would step down to advance and avoid losing my reputation in my later years."
Resign?... Liu Ji pulled his beard and thought silently.
Sun Xiaozhun was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just rolled up his sleeves and watched the convoy go away in the autumn morning, his eyes filled with worry:
Will Gao Lian be able to be successfully convicted when he goes to the capital this time?
"Back to the city."
Prefect Sun shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He turned around and walked into the towering doorway.
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In the south, on the official road.
The princess and her entourage have already left Taicang Prefecture, and further ahead is the smooth road leading to the Huai River.
"Gee." Lu Qingfeng, dressed in a white robe, acted as the coachman himself, and the carriage shook slightly.
The maid Lushui folded her arms, leaned her little head against a corner of the carriage, and dozed off drowsily.
Xu Junling couldn't fall asleep anyway, thinking:
"It's time for Mr. Zhao to set off now."
I have been away from home for a long time and have seen a lot in Beijing. Then I stayed in Taicang Prefecture and gained a lot, most of which were related to my sister's rumored boyfriend.
"When I go back and tell my father and brother, I'm afraid my father will waver again."
Shaking his head, Xu Junling put aside all the complicated thoughts.
I opened the bag of books and wanted to read something to relieve my boredom, but for some reason I picked up the book "Taicang Geography".
"…How can you give this to someone as a gift…"
Xu Junling couldn't help but complain a second time, but he still opened it and was stunned.
I saw that there was a piece of paper hidden in the gap between the pages of the book.
Xu Junling picked up the white paper with ink writing on it with his slender fingertips, and was stunned. It turned out to be a poem.
The poem that guy wrote? So, the book was fake, but the poem was real?
The princess, who thought her poetic talent was not inferior to that of contemporary literati, sat up straight, lowered her eyes and read silently.
《Mountain line》
As far as the Hanshan stone path is slanting, there are people in the depths of Baiyun.
We stopped the car to make love in the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves were redder than the flowers in February.
The carriage rumbled along the official road. Outside the window were distant mountains. The mist of the autumn morning lingered on the mountains. Faintly visible were the stone paths on the mountains, winding their way up into the clouds.
As the autumn wind blows, the red maples all over the mountains fall like heavy rain. Stop the carriage to do... eh?
Xu Junling's fingers holding the poem trembled, and doubt flashed in his eyes:
“Is this word spelled wrong?”
Then she realized what was going on and guessed what it meant, her cheeks suddenly flushed.
"Princess?" The maid Lushui rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking puzzled.
Xu Junling crumpled the paper into a ball and gnashed his teeth:
"I'll tell my sister later..."
……
……
Anyone who travels frequently knows this.
For the same journey, the perception of time is very different when going there and when returning.
When I left Beijing, I looked at the mountains and rivers along the way and felt that everything was slow.
When returning to Beijing, it will be much faster.
Without the princess to chat and joke with him, Zhao Du'an felt bored. He stayed at home in the caravan every day and spent most of his time on breathing and meditation.
"...Being on a business trip does delay my practice. I have to make up for the missed lessons after I return..."
"Strange, I have been promoted to the God Chapter for a while, but I still can't see what is in the second "Nine Chapters Picture"... As expected, the higher the realm, the harder it is to practice..."
"Phew, calm down. For important things in life, you can't rush for success. Instead, you should take 'three years', 'five years', 'ten years' as a cycle... This is the correct mentality and method for doing things. As the saying goes, if you want to harvest a tree ten years later, you should plant it now..."
"Oh, I miss another day of dual cultivation... Zhenbao, I don't want to work hard anymore..."
inside the carriage.
Zhao Duan let out a long breath, ended his meditation for the day, rubbed his face, it was clear that he had not been away from the capital for long, but he wanted to go back.
Really are……
"Sir, something is wrong!" Suddenly, Qian Kerou's slightly anxious voice sounded from outside the car curtain.
At the same time, the carriage began to slow down and there was a commotion outside.
Zhao Duan collected his thoughts, lifted the carriage curtain with his scabbard, and half of his body slipped out:
"What's wrong……"
Halfway through his words, he froze.
In the wilderness, between sky and earth, a thick fog suddenly rose!
No one knew where the fog came from. It was just visible at first, but after a few breaths, it became visibly thicker.
The convoy was originally traveling on a long official road, but now, it was engulfed in thick fog. The field of vision was drastically reduced.
"Sorry..."
All around the team, the escorting war horses stamped their hooves restlessly and made low neighing sounds, as if they were restless.
"Alert! Form a circle!"
The flag-bearing deputy general Yuan Xingjun shouted loudly, drew his sword from his horse, pointed at the sky, and gave orders loudly.
A group of brave soldiers in the army quickly surrounded several vehicles in the team, dismounted, drew their swords, vigilantly formed a defensive formation, and stared at the swirling white fog around them.
Gao Lian was also awakened in the prison car.
He looked around in confusion, the shackles on his body rattling. He seemed very surprised.
"Master Zhao, something is wrong. How could there be such a thick fog at this hour?"
Censor Chen Hong came over with a serious expression.
Hou Ren grabbed the knife handle fiercely, and the troublemaker was as if he was facing a great enemy:
"Magic! This is definitely not a normal celestial phenomenon, only magic can do this!"
Zhao Duan jumped out of the car, his heart sank when he heard this:
"You mean, there's a sorcerer hiding nearby? Can you tell where he came from?"
Shen Juan also drew his sword with a "swoosh", turned his back to them, looked outside vigilantly, and said quickly:
“The magic in the world is complicated and it is impossible to be sure, but it can be so quick to spread thick fog in the suburbs. There are similar records in the government office. In the case in the file, it is also like today!
The caster is a magician from the 'Fashen Sect' nicknamed 'Mist Ghost'. He holds a talisman that can cast a fog of war, and is said to worship the god 'Mist Lord'..."
Qian Kerou's expression changed slightly:
"I've also read that file. It's said that the fog spread by the fog ghosts sent by the God of Law is like a maze. Once you're trapped in it, you can only stay where you are and avoid going out to find a way out. Otherwise, you'll fall into 'cognitive impairment' and lose your way.
However, it is said that the fog ghost is not good at killing, but only at trapping the enemy, so every time it attacks, it is accompanied by another magician from the God of Law, who can control the vine armor man and is extremely difficult to deal with! "
The Fashen Sect?
The largest group of sorcerers in the world?
Zhao Duan frowned, his hand already holding the Frost Sword at his waist, his mind quickly analyzing, guessing whether the other party was coming for him or Gao Lian.
To support the society? Or the Eight Kings? Or some aristocratic families?
"Swish..."
Before they could think about it, a rustling sound suddenly rang in their ears, accompanied by a cry of surprise:
"Vines! There are vines coming from the fog!"
Zhao Duan looked carefully and saw that with the convoy as the center, in the fog on all directions, countless vines were spreading on the ground like a tide.
Then, one blurry human-shaped shadow after another gradually emerged from the fog.
There were more than ten of them, coming from different directions.
When their true appearance was revealed, one could not help but gasp; they were actually some "weirdos" covered in vine armor.
He holds a sword in his hand and his body is larger than that of an ordinary person.
"People in vine armor! They are sent by the God of Law to kill us!" Shen Juan exclaimed.
I knew... that a trip out of Beijing would not be safe... Why did these people wait until I returned before showing up?
Did I just get here in time, or was it because I had the palace guards with me before?
Zhao Duan took a deep breath, his wrists lightly covered with frost, and was about to give the order to meet the enemy.
However, at the moment when it was about to happen.
Suddenly, all the men in rattan armor stopped at the same time.
Then there was a sharp, angry sound mixed with fear.
Immediately, in the stunned gaze of everyone, the rattan-armored men who were about to launch an attack turned around at the same time and quickly disappeared into the fog.
The vines that were spreading on the ground like a tide also shrank and retreated quickly.
"How is this going?"
Censor Chen Hong was hiding in the carriage timidly. Now she stuck her head out and asked, "Is there any record in the file about what kind of attack this was?"
Shen Juan's expression froze and he shook his head, indicating that there was no record.
Qian Kerou analyzed:
"Are they trying to lure the enemy deeper into our territory? They're trying to trick us into chasing and investigating the situation, so that we can divide and conquer them. Don't forget, if we get stuck in this fog, we'll lose our way back!"
Hey, the silly little secretary reacted quickly at the critical moment... Zhao Duan, as a "God Chapter" realm, has a keen sense and clearly noticed that the hostility disappeared quickly...
"Don't chase, wait a moment."
He said in a deep voice that between taking risk and being steady, he chose to hide.
……
……
at the same time.
In the fog, about a mile away from the convoy, in a valley.
A skinny old man wrapped in a wild Taoist robe sat cross-legged with his hands suspended in the air in front of him, and thin threads of green smoke hung between his fingers.
Each line is connected to a palm-sized rattan armor man on the ground.
At this moment, the old Taoist's eyes were filled with fear, feeling the vague murderous intent all around him. He frantically controlled the rattan armor men to return to defense and run towards him from a distance.
"Crunch." However, the next second, a crisp sound of trampling vines sounded behind the old Taoist.
Immediately, without waiting for his reaction, a hand gently pressed on the head of the killer from the God of Law faction.
The old Taoist's head suddenly exploded, and red and white liquid splattered out. He fell straight down in the valley, and the lush green vines covering the ground with him as the center withered instantly.
The many men in rattan armor who were running back to defend suddenly froze, lost their lives, and turned into sand in the wind.
"Humph, you are just a bunch of trash, how dare you be so presumptuous."
The owner of the hand sneered and slowly withdrew it.
He was a mysterious man wearing a cloak, with a slightly hunched figure and a black hood covering his head.
At this moment, the mysterious man slowly adjusted his hood, revealing a face full of wrinkles, but with eyes as clear as a child's.
Eunuch Hai glanced in the direction of Zhao Duan through the thick fog and muttered:
"Your Majesty has calculated it correctly."
Immediately, the old eunuch in the python robe turned around, squinted his eyes, judged the direction with the perception of a warrior, and slowly took a step forward:
"Haha, no one can escape."
(End of this chapter)