Chapter 24 Mr. Cang Song

Fanyang, a suburb of Xiangquan City, the capital of the imperial capital, is covered with snow.

The pine branches on the top of the head are almost broken by the snow, and the verdant pine needles look more vivid under the white snow. Only the crows perched on the branches make people's hearts cold, and the dark crows are particularly eye-catching on the white snow, like a patch on a piece of beautiful jade. The thick snow on the ground was stepped on and made a creaking sound. The crow was frightened and shouted and rose to the sky. The pine branches suddenly shook, and a large area of snow fell into flying snowflakes in the air and fell in the hair of the people who came.

He stood on the simple old Panasonic, dragging on the snow behind his luxurious robe, and the snow fell on him, looking like ice and snow carving. His costume looks like a big man from the imperial capital, but how did the big man come back to such a desolate suburb?

In December, the cold wind blew his face like a knife, rolling large snowflakes on people, as if to blow him away, but he was as majestic as the old pine next to him, as if he had taken root under his feet. He narrowed his eyes, frowned, looked up at the cottage yard of a single family in front of him, and stood there silently watching.

The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open. A young man poked his head out, looked at the visitor who was as quiet as a pine in the ice and snow, and asked, "Who is coming?"

The visitor took a deep breath, bowed his hand and said, "Lu, the imperial capital, Lu Miaobai, the emperor's moon flower waiting for Mr. Cangsong." His voice spread like ripples in the ice and snow, and the whole world was quiet and terrible, and there was not even an echo. If the young man who opened the door hadn't changed his face, people would have doubted whether he had shouted!

"Is it you again?" The young man frowned and looked at the people from top to bottom. This man has been here three times. This is the fourth time, and he is too thick-skinned. But he still nodded politely and said, "Please wait a moment and let me report to my father!"

Lu Miaobai bowed and worshipped again.

He exhaled faintly, and the warm air condensed into a bright fog in the snowy air. I don't know if I can see this 'Mr. Cang Song' who lives in seclusion in the mountains smoothly this time. He left Fanyang 16 years, but Fanyang's power has not changed. He is still those weak old ministers, and those white-faced and fat nobles slowly squirm in the empire like insects. Fanyang wanted to follow the trend and make changes. The first thing Lu Miaobai did was not to contact the famous nobles of the imperial capital, but to spare no effort to visit the 'Mr. Cang Song' who lived in seclusion in the suburbs. Although he had closed the door three times, he still insisted.

The door of the cottage opened again, and the young man poked his head and said, "I'm sorry, my father is not feeling well and can't see guests. Please come back."

Lu Miaobai seemed to have foresee this situation, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help sighing softly, "Sir, I still have a grudge against the hearts of the imperial capital... Please give this thing to you for a look, and then let him decide whether to see me!" With that, he took out a sandalwood box from his sleeve, which was carved with a complicated dragon pattern and auspicious cloud patterns. At first glance, it was something that only existed among nobles.

The young man came over. His steps were very light and he stepped on the snow silently. A white robe was better than snow, and a long black hair was above his head. He took the sandalwood box from Lu Miaobai's hand, nodded, and turned into the hut again.

Lu Miaobai looked at his figure hidden in the house and couldn't help mentioning it. If he couldn't let himself meet him in this way, there was really nothing he could do. The sandalwood box contains something that can make people blush and bleed.

He stood silently in the snow and waited quietly. The snow in the sky was slowly falling. Large snowflakes covered his head, his eyebrows and the beard of his lips were covered with a layer of white frost, and his lips also turned blue and purple. But Lu Miaobai still maintained a faint smile, motionless like an ancient pine next to the cottage.

The door of the cottage was pushed open again. The young man came out and made an invitation by his side, saying, "Father, please."

Lu Miaobai showed a win-like joking smile on his face. Does this guy have to force himself to take that thing out to see himself? Living in the deep mountains and wilderness for a long time is known as self-cultivation, and the mind is still easy to guess!

He followed the young man into the cottage and opened the door, which was very simple, with a bed, a desk and a chair. Only the tall bookshelf by the wall is full of ink-scented books, which will not make the hut too cold.

"My father is waiting for you, and I will leave first." The young man turned around and left.

Lu Miaobai smiled, shook his body, shook off the snowflakes on his body, bowed with his fists and saluted, "Lu Shi, the imperial palace is waiting for Lu Miaobai, meet Mr. Cangsong."

Huh? Hasn't the 'roy' been added? Why don't you move out the name of the royal family? A hoarse and desolate voice sounded, as harsh as a blunt saw. The sound recalled in the dark hut, and the cold wind outside the house came in, setting off the hut like a grave.

The stove in the room suddenly burned, and the firelight was swayed by the wind and snow. The sudden rising flame in the dark room illuminated a face, which was as unpleasant as the sound he made - his face was full of potholes, and a ferocious scar was scratched from the man's left eye, along the bridge of his nose to the corner of his right mouth. The scar was illuminated by the firelight, and the man's left eye was just a With a small seam, the eyes inside are just a piece of white, and the intact eyes on the right are staring at the person standing outside the door indifferently.

This face is mutilated and ferocious, bare on the top of the head, and even has scars on the top of the head. There is a large piece of meat missing from the left nose wing, and there is no outline in the right ear, only the ear hole... The whole face looks like a poor root carving. The firelight swayed, and the face was also illuminated and dark, making it even more gloomy.

Lu Miaobai said with a smile, "You don't have to show off the title given by the royal family in front of Mr. Cangsong!" Mr. Cangsong was Fanyang Wuyang Hou, one of the four pillar countries of Fanyang, and a junior in Miaobai District. He did not dare to be compared with Mr. Cangsong.

The man turned a rosary in his hand and looked at Lu Miaobai and said, "Lu, the imperial capital, hum, his mouth is still very good at talking. No wonder he eats so freely around the emperor and all kinds of nobles. Lu Miaobai, the head of the Lu family, what's the matter with the emperor's imperial palace and Yuehua coming to my district?

"Didn't Mr. Song ask me to sit down first? Miaobai has been standing in the wind and snow for almost an hour..." He closed the door of the hut with a gentle smile on his face. Without waiting for his consent, he went straight to the fire in front of him and sat cross-legged and sat opposite him.

Mr.'s intact eyes on Lu Miaobai's face, his eyes stayed on his white hair on his temples for a moment, and said, "You're old!"

"Ha ha," he smiled and said, "It's been 16 years since I left Fanyang. At that time, I left Fanyang with great enthusiasm and wanted to return to China to serve, but it has been 16 years since I left. Now that Fanyang is back, but Miaobai is no longer the former Miaobai!"

"What are you looking for me for?" Mr. Cang Song obviously didn't want much greeting and asked directly.

"Sir, don't you ask knowingly?" Lu Miaobai smiled with his head sideways and said gently, "The answer is already in your hand." With that, he pointed his chin to the sandalwood box near the gentleman's hand. If it hadn't been for this thing, I'm afraid my husband would still refuse to see me today.

Mr. Cangsong's face changed a little, and his blind eyes were not bright at all, full of cold whiteness. And his sound eyes looked at the sandalwood box beside him, and his eyes fell on the luxurious and complicated patterns on the sandalwood box and said, "The emperor asked you to come here?"

"No, Miaobai will come by himself!"

"Well, you won't lie. If the emperor hadn't given it to you, how could you get this box?" The gentleman twisted his lips with a sarcastic smile and his eyes became gloomy. His whole face was mutilated, and his smile looked a little ferocious.

"But the emperor gave this box to Miaobai, but let Miaobai decide who the owner of the box was! After thinking about it, Miao Baisi still decided that only you can master this thing in the Fanyang Empire..." Lu Miaobai said with a smile.

"You?" The gentleman's voice was surprised, "You just came back from a trip abroad, how can you get the emperor's trust so quickly? Explain your relationship with the emperor first, or I have nothing to say to you. Don't think that if you are from the Lu family, I will give you face. Today, it has broken the precedent for you to enter my thatched hut--

"--The gap between you and His Majesty is still very deep. It's been more than ten years, can't you let it go?" Lu Miaobai looked at the burning firewood, and the color of memories appeared in his pupils.

Mr. Song's face wrinkled horribly, and his whole body roared low, like an angry tiger: "The gap between you and the emperor? I'm not old yet, and my mind is not forgetful." He put his hand out of his sleeve, pointed to the ferocious scar on his face, and roared fiercely: "I gave everything I had to Fanyang, a scar, but in the end, I was stoned in the well, cut off my family and expelled from the imperial capital. Huangfu Mingchan is killing donkeys and killing donkeys..."

The smile on Lu Miaobai's face solidified and quickly released. He looked at the burning firewood and finally said coldly, "Then what do you think I suddenly decided to leave Fanyang 16 years ago? Is it really to tell you to travel around the world and test what you have learned for so many years? To put it worse, I'm fleeing! If I hadn't taken the initiative to hand over the power of the Lu family and demobilize all the people who followed the Lu family, I'm afraid I would have been more miserable than you... The 'chast year of Emperor Ming's Rebellion 16 years ago' was really too involved. At least you survived. I have checked the files, and almost all the famous ministers of your generation have been killed. I heard that I came from the imperial capital. Why Don't want to see me..."

"I'm beginning to know that you are from the imperial capital, and I don't want to see you!" With that, he looked down at the sandalwood box at hand, and his eyes emitted a flame-like light. I hate that place, everything related to the royal family..."

"It seems that Mr. Canong's 16 years of seclusion is still not enough. How can this kind of disgust appear on you? Are you even disgusted with the rights at your fingertips? Lu Miaobai smiled and said.

Rights? I don't care. I'm just a reclusive long-door ascetic. Those things in your imperial capital have nothing to do with me. Mr. Cang Song said indifferently.

Lu Miaobai smiled, reached out and grabbed a handful of firewood from the side and threw it in. He watched the flame rise again and said, "I didn't come to you this time for the past. I dare to disturb you in the future."

"Future? Nonsense." The rosary in the gentleman's hand kept spinning, and the fire flashed on the bright rosary touched by his hand, and the streamer changed. Do I still have a future in Fanyang? My future is to die in this wilderness, and then let my only son bury me under the old pine tree, lest the crow eat up my meat... This is my future, and my future is just like this.

Lu Miaobai smiled indifferently at the corners of his mouth, and the firelight flashed on his face. The handsome face was also good and evil, and his eyes were like fire. The gentleman has lived in the deep mountains for a long time, but his eyes are limited. If it's just a Fanyang, am I worth taking such a big risk to come back? To be honest, I also made two preparations before returning to the empire. If Your Majesty doesn't pursue what happened 16 years ago, it's fine. If Your Majesty insists on attacking me, hehe, I have bought two famous killers, and they will rescue me anyway, and then I will fly away and never return to this place!"

Mr.'s hand turning the rosary froze, and his eyes became harsh.

"I came back for enemies from outside the empire. The wolf in the north and Mengyang in the east have begun to look greedily at the land of Fanyang... Don't you know this?" Lu Miaobai's eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth still smiled, looking like a cunning fox.

Mr.'s hand holding the rosary clenched his hand, and there were blue veins on the back of his hand. His mutilated lips muttered, "Emperor Mengyang Shenluo Wan Yuwu? Chi Na Si Wang Bo's Japanese post? Is this going to change?"

"It's just that the sky has changed! Ha ha, you don't know yet, do you? Mengyang was invaded by Chi Nasi in the past few months, the death of Emperor Shenluo, and the chaos of the vassal states have now stabilized. The wolves of Chi Naisi have returned to the north to rest and recuperate in the winter, but I can guarantee that in just five years and ten years, the whole world will be killed!" Lu Miaobai said powerfully.

Seeing that Mr.'s hand was trembling, the smile on the corners of Lu Miaobai's mouth was stronger. Mengyang's new Emperor Lin Xi has calmed down the invasion of Chinasi and the rebellion of the vassal states. Now Mengyang is developing armaments. Emperor Linxi is very young. What flows in his veins is the flames that can burn the whole world. Now Mengyang is no longer the former Mengyang. Fanyang will not make any changes. Sooner or later, he will be Encroachment. As for the wolves in the far north, they will never let go of any chance to put their minions on the fat meat in the south! In the future, it is likely that Fanyang will be oppressed by Mengyang Light Armor Brigade and Barbarian Iron Horse... Have you thought about these?

was silent for a long time, and only the burning fire between the two people crackled. Is it true that the silence seems to have weight and the air is frozen to make people panic? Finally, the gentleman opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "What does it have to do with me? Fanyang has nothing to do with me. I'm just a reclusive old guy..."

"Think about the magnificent riding, phlegmage riding, lion tooth long shooting, wind magic riding in the future... Mengyang's light armored brigade, as well as Fanyang's proud feather long shooting, the Canghai Legion... How thrilling these army colleagues are when they fight, and many unconvicted secret races will also join them. This... This is stealing the sky. Changing the day, we may also stand at the peak and wave at Fang Yu, and we can also dominate the ups and downs of the sun and the moon. If it's going to be chaotic, our opportunity has come. The royal family is also difficult to protect itself in such a situation, and the 'Jian Rebellion of the First Year' 16 years ago is not as good as the three empires to start a full-scale war. Do you understand? Do you understand?" Lu Miaobai shouted excitedly, and his whole body was as excited as burning firewood.

"You are unpredictable! I haven't seen you for 16 years, you have changed. He is much more arrogant than the previous dboy..."

"Ha ha, I hope you don't become cowardly..." Lu Miaobai said indifferently.

"I have created too many murders in my life. Can't I be a long-term penance now? Why do I have to get involved in what you said? You know, if you step into one foot, you will never retreat. Sometimes I also celebrate the 'Emperor's First Year Rebellion' 16 years ago, so that I can retreat all my body, stand higher and fall worse... Have you forgotten your father's end?

Lu Miaobai's face became gloomy, and his whole body seemed to exude cold air. So I look forward to the future when the world is in chaos in the all-out war, at least the Fanyang Huangfu will pay for the bloody case 16 years ago... I am now standing in my father's original position, but my father was too weak at that time and allowed the emperor to deal with it, but I am different... I am different from my father..."

"Arrogant!"

"Are you numb?" Lu Miaobai looked at Mr. Cang Song sharply.

"Ninsensitive?"

"Have you cultivated your sentiments or wiped out all your spirit in those years? Huh? Open the box and take a good look at it, feel its weight, and hold it tightly like 16 years ago!" Lu Miaobai stood up and looked down at the ugly man with a straight body. There was no smile on his face, and his whole body was as indifferent as ice and snow. "To be honest, I was really disappointed to see the Fanyang dance sun, one of the four-pillar countries, and another title. You, General Yan of the imperial palace, have been decadent so far... ”

He straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the door, turned his back to Mr. Cang Song with a gloomy face, and said, "I put that box here, and the opportunity is in front of you. It's up to you whether you seize the opportunity or not. If you still want to hide in the mountains to enjoy your old age, just find a cliff and throw that thing down. No It's difficult to use." After saying that, he has gone into the ice and snow outside and disappeared.

"Father..." Mr. Song's son came in, and the young man in white looked at his father very uncomfortable.

The old gentleman put down the rosary in his hand, picked up the sandalwood box and stroked the complicated patterns on it, and muttered to himself, "General Yudian Yan... This title has disappeared for 16 years..."