Wei Song fled from Biyu City for the second time, his heart was full of anger and puzzlement, he planned the perfect trap, no matter how the Dragon King tossed and turned, he was spared from offending the Central Plains, losing the protection of King Xiao, and directly facing the Locke family's divine sword, only to be destroyed by a lowly eunuch.

The last time was six years ago, he was appointed from the governor of Biyu City, and recognized the so-called Huan Nu as Gu Lun's son, and he was the real murderer who killed his son, he promised to take Huan Nu out of Biyu City, but secretly fled back to the Central Plains.

This time, he repeated his old tricks, claiming that he would discuss again and embark on the road of escape again, but his mood was completely different, six years ago he had almost nothing in Biyu City, and being able to escape was a victory in itself, but this time, he had the backing of a large army, and the most powerful swordsman in the Central Plains as a guard, and still had to avoid that evil star.

As a member of the official eunuch family, Wei Song is like a fish in water in the complex court struggle, this is the first time, and he hates the magnates in Beijing in his heart, they don't understand what kind of person the Dragon King is, and they take it for granted that they can control him and use him, but Wei Song knows that the Dragon King is a madman who is bent on revenge.

Thinking of Ai Zi Wei's wonderful experience, Wei Song was both heartbroken and frightened.

The sky gradually brightened, Wei Song looked back, there were only more than thirty followers and guards behind him, which was more spectacular than when he fled for the first time, but he couldn't hide the fiasco and panic of the protectors of the Western Regions.

Wei Song sighed in his heart, and asked the entourage around him angrily: "Why are you walking so slowly? ”

The entourage's face was covered with frost, and even his smile became stiff, "My lord, it's fast enough, it's winter, the road is not easy to walk, and the horse can't stand it." ”

"Bastard, I have something to do, and you're still worried about the life or death of the beasts? ”

The entourage was dumbfounded, even in autumn, when the road conditions were at their best, it would take three days to ride a fast horse from Biyu City to Qianqiguan, and it would take two full days without sleep, but adults would have to arrive in one day, which was impossible to do.

He didn't dare to refute, so he had to order everyone to speed up.

Wei Song is just a civil official, greatly overestimating his ability to bear, before noon, he has already felt stiff all over, from head to toe, if he doesn't rest for a while, I'm afraid that he will die in the ice and snow without the Dragon King's action.

Fortunately, the peak finally did not appear in sight, Wei Song felt a little relieved, and rested on the side of the road, at this time, the Dragon King should have just found out that he was not there in the Four Noble Truths, if Sun Chengqi could make up a good reason, he could also deceive the Dragon King for a while, this is Wei Song's first line of defense.

Qianqi Pass was the second, stronger and more effective line of defense, which was defended by the Central Plains army and the Jinpeng army, although not very numerous, enough to resist the attack of the dragon army, buying him more time, and then he would run all the way to the easternmost country of Loulan in the Western Regions, from where he would write letters to several of his great patrons in the imperial court to persuade them to change their minds.

Killing the Dragon King is a must, and Wei Song comes up with a lot of reasons and feels that it is foolproof.

That night, they still failed to make it to Qianqi Pass, and a heavy snow crept in, and the group had to stop again to rest, this time setting up tents to ward off the increasingly strong winds.

Wei Song couldn't sleep, so he ordered someone to study ink and spread paper, and began to write letters, the letters were written to different people, the wording and the reasons put forward were different, and there was only one point: the dragon king was an extremely dangerous person, and the common bribery methods were ineffective for him, and only by killing him completely could he get rid of the troubles forever.

These letters are not easy to write, and the one written to Yan Qin, the regular servant, is particularly difficult for him, Yan Qin is one of the core figures in the power gang, and the strategy of winning over the Dragon King is what he set, Wei Song hopes that he can know the real reason, but no matter how he tempts, Zhang You refuses to provide more information, maybe this little eunuch really doesn't know anything.

The first two letters had already been written about the same, and they only needed to be considered again, but the one written to Yan Qin was only half completed, Wei Song felt not very satisfied, thought for a long time, and decided to put it aside first, and instead wrote the fourth letter.

A cold wind came in through the gap, blowing the candlelight flickering, Wei Song was terrified, stopped writing, looked at the door, there was nothing, the four loyal guards stood there with their knives, making him feel a little relieved.

The entourage who was waiting for Wei Song beside him had already felt the panic in the hearts of the adults, but they didn't dare to open their mouths to persuade them, so they could only concentrate on studying the ink, and secretly prayed not to anger the adults.

Wei Song didn't move his gaze for a long time, not because he was worried that an assassin would suddenly break in, but because he didn't know how to put pen to paper, he knew too little about the fourth messenger and couldn't grasp the status of the other party, so it was difficult to decide on the wording.

He suddenly had an idea, and was about to start writing, when another wind blew in, and in the howling wind outside, a horse neighed sounded.

Wei Song's heart moved, the pen in his hand fell on the paper, the pen was completely blackened, and the entourage hurriedly cleaned up, but the letter paper was even more messy.

"Stand down! useless thing. Wei Song was still angry and scolded loudly.

The entourage confessed repeatedly, bent down deeply, retreated step by step, and left the adult's tent, feeling relieved, it was estimated that no matter how he behaved in the next few days, he would not be benefited, so it was better to stay away.

Wei Song grabbed the fourth letter that had been invalidated and threw it on the ground, but when he wanted to pick up the pen again, he didn't have any thoughts, so he had to give up and said to the guards at the door: "You guys will stay here tonight, work hard, and you will have a heavy reward when you arrive in Loulan Kingdom." ”

"It is incumbent upon you to protect your lordship. The four guards said in unison, they had been following Wei Song for a long time, and they knew when to say something.

Wei Song and his clothes were lying on the cramped couch, no matter how many layers of blankets he covered, he felt cold, he missed the Central Plains, missed the warmth and prosperity there, and the most important thing was order and safety, only in the Central Plains, respect and humility can each have their own place, Biyu City is a wild place, any status here loses meaning, and he is not good at swords.

Wei Song had a lot of emotions in his mind, thinking that he wouldn't sleep all night, but he unconsciously dreamed, in the dream, Aiko Lingmiao did not die, and was talking to his father surrounded by a group of beautiful women......

Wei Song sat up suddenly, and found that it was already dawn outside, so he couldn't help but be taken aback, and asked the four guards at the door sharply: "When is it, why don't you wake me up?"

The four guards looked indifferent, holding knives in their arms, as if frozen in ice and snow, ignoring the voices of adults.

Wei Song's heart sank into the abyss at once, put on his boots, slowly walked to the door, and with a gentle push, one of the guards fell straight down, knocking the other three to the ground.

They were all dead, but Wei Song wondered that he had no sense of fear, pushed open the thick curtains, and walked into the white and swaying ice and snow world.

The sky and the earth, whiter than the dream, the knee-deep snow was as smooth as a mirror, undamaged, a total of seven tents, untouched, and no one came out, and in the leeward place, dozens of horses silently chewed hay, occasionally shaking their slender and strong necks, and shaking off the snow on their bodies.

"Who?" Wei Song shouted, the voice came from afar, and soon disappeared into the silent snow, and even he himself wondered if there had ever been a sound.

Wei Song stood in the snow for a while, and on the spur of the moment, he wanted to run to the horses, ride a horse at random, and continue to flee, but the last bit of reason in his heart told him that he should return to the tent and destroy the letters.

It's all late.

The letter had already reached the Dragon King, and even the paper ball that was thrown on the ground by Wei Song was flattened and placed on the small table next to the couch.

Gu Shenwei had just read the contents of the letter and understood something, if these letters were not deliberately deceived by him, then there was not much information that Wei Song could confess.

The first letter was written to Wei Song's brother, full of nostalgia for Wei Lingmiao and hatred for the Dragon King, and concluded that the Dragon King would never be at peace unless the Wei family was removed, so he asked the clan brother to do everything possible to persuade the powerful people in the court not to support the Dragon King.

The second letter was written to the general Pang Ning, claiming that the Dragon King and Beiting had a deep collusion, and if Biyu City was handed over to the Dragon King, it would eventually fall into the hands of the Beiting people.

The first two letters both mentioned Yan Qin, the regular attendant of the palace, implying that the eunuch in the palace had misjudged and that the dragon king could not be used.

The third unfinished letter was addressed to Yan Qin, "Father" and "Son's Head", Wei Song's wording was extremely humble, and the content of half of the letter only introduced the Dragon King's life experience and surname, and he didn't have time to put forward the reason why he had to be killed.

The fourth letter could only make out one line of the head, the sound of the pipe, and the rest of the text was covered in ink.

"The Yin Owl is ruthless, the Tiger and the Wolf. Gu Shenwei said, this is the content of the third letter, Wei Song hopes to depict the true image of the Dragon King to Yan Qin.

Wei Song's mind turned a hundred times, but he still couldn't find a way to save himself, so he laughed, and the more he laughed, the more he couldn't help it.

Gu Shenwei didn't think it was strange, he had seen many people's crazy behavior before they died, and laughter was a more typical one, it was just an abnormal manifestation of extreme fear.

He could have omitted the cliché before the inquiry.

"Are these people the masterminds behind the assassination of the Gu family?"

"Yan Di, the adopted son of Yan Zhongshi. Wei Song replied, completely giving up resistance.

"I don't understand, the Gu family has moved to the Western Regions, why do you still refuse to let my father go?"

Wei Song shook his head, "I can't answer this question, six years ago, I was a frustrated person who was sent to the Western Regions, and I only know that it was Yan Zhongzhi who ordered to kill everyone in the Gu family." I introduced Jinpeng Castle to Biyu City, and it was only after that I gained Yan Zhongshi's understanding and reuse. Dragon King...... Shen is a nephew, you can kill me, but I want to say that I have no personal grudges with General Gu, this is a dispute between the court, and even now I am powerless to interfere. Reigning for many years, you should understand this. ”

"I understand. Gu Shenwei said that he understood many things, one of which was that blood debts can only be paid in blood.

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