Chapter 387 I’m Back

To bravely conquer the three armies is to become a champion.

"Weiwei, is this title appropriate?"

"Your Majesty is holy."

The mighty Marquis attended the ceremony, and under the nine-story stage, the bead curtain blocked the emperor's gaze. Whether it was indifferent or thoughtful, no one knew.

In recent years, the atmosphere in the temple has become more and more strange. The emperor has gone to the west mountain at sunset and is no longer as high-spirited as when he first ascended the throne. Similar incidents are often seen in history books. No matter how talented and powerful they are, they are ultimately no match for the ruthless passage of time.

The emperor became obsessed with alchemists, sealed Longhu Mountain, and hired three national masters to make alchemy all day long. The world's treasures flowed into the Minghuang Palace like water, and he threw them into the alchemy furnace as if they were free, and burned them all. .

Even the imperial palace smells of elixir Qihuang, and one can imagine the emperor's heart.

Some ministers lamented to their friends in private that today, His Majesty is seeking immortality and is in a state of confusion.

He shook his head and sighed, and threw his glass in anger.

This page was so drunk that the next day, the soldiers were still drunk. They rushed into the house like wolves and tigers, found armor and crossbows, and found a piece of treason. After walking on the guillotine, they went to the west.

The more similar things happened, the fewer people dared to talk about the emperor in private.

When the ministers met, they only made eye contact, then stared at their toes, not daring to say anything.

It was in this depressing atmosphere day by day that good news from the frontier came one after another. ,

Emperor Longyan was delighted and laughed with Marquis Weiwu.

"This young general is still from the same family as Aiqing."

After laughing, I asked a question that was neither serious nor serious.

"Speaking of which, where is that boy from your Weiwei family now?"

Wei Wuhou said.

"I don't know."

"Maybe he died long ago."

"died?"

The emperor thought as he looked at the memorial in his hand again, but when he saw the age spots on the dry palms, the joy in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by disgust and the fear hidden deep inside.

"A champion is a champion."

He threw down the memorial, waved his hand in disinterest.

"The war has stopped. Let the champion return to the capital and let me help him."

"yes."

Marquis Weiwu closed his eyes in the carriage, thinking about His Majesty's various actions. As he passed through the busy city, he suddenly heard someone making a noise, speaking in a fierce and emotional tone, seeming to be cursing a dandy.

Did any prince's children have a conflict?

Marquis Weiwu didn't want to pay attention until he heard the man shouting.

"Haha, what about Lu Mingfei? There has been no news for three years. I'm afraid he must have died in some smelly ditch!"

Marquis Weiwu slowly opened his eyes.

Someone whispered beside the car.

"Master Hou."

"Take that person..."

Marquis Weiwu stopped again.

This kind of situation is really rare for him.

He has always planned before taking action, and he is very good at nourishing qi, but nothing like this time, where he hesitated to speak.

The man outside the car was still making noises. I thought some of the children had another conflict. In the capital, this fact is not worth mentioning. There are not many children of nobles who are good. If you think about it carefully, it is not a big deal. After all, their fathers and grandfathers worked hard to earn such a big business, and they did it just so that future generations could have the capital to squander and act recklessly.

For the sake of the world and the people, there are either no such people, or there are too few.

"Master Hou."

The man outside the car asked again.

He was waiting for orders. As long as the mighty Marquis gave an order, he could be captured no matter what his background was. If he had the guts to bite the tongue of the young Marquis, he had to be prepared to pay the price.

His Majesty's words and demeanor flashed through Marquis Mighty's mind.

Did you find it?

Too.

It is His Majesty after all.

Speaking of which, it was the only way his carriage was going to make trouble, and someone was openly trying to destroy his son.

Where in the world can there be such a coincidence.

He smiled.

I sighed quietly in my heart.

Your Majesty.

"Back off."

"yes."

…………

The champion has returned to Beijing.

On this day, the streets were filled with people, including hawkers, scholars, pig butchers, wine sellers, knife repairers, rice pickers, and restaurant owners.

They gathered around both sides of the road, tiptoeing, a child riding on his father's neck, a few scoundrels climbing on the eaves of other people's houses, people selling melons, fruits, porcelain and candied haws, walking back and forth, the smile hanging on their faces. It can't be dissolved either.

"Have you heard that the champion Hou Kejun is here!"

"Borrow me some light, please excuse me for a while."

"What are you doing so close to me, you sour scholar?"

"To be honest, brother, Xiao Ke has no other talents, but he is good at painting. This one, I heard that the champion was going to return to Beijing. Several families came to me and placed orders. They bid fifty taels and ordered a champion painting. Hou’s portrait.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them took a breath and scratched their teeth.

I asked for a painting for fifty taels. Seeing the sour scholar in front of me, who was not a good painter, but paid such a high price, I guess he must be a drunkard who no longer cares about drinking.

The person who is looking for a painting is not looking for a painting, but the young man with the white horse in the painting.

Speaking of this white horse, some people started to show off with their heads bouncing.

Strange to say, one day when the champion was camping, there was a pool of water not far away. Several soldiers went to fetch the water, but none of them came back. This aroused the curiosity of the champion. When he went to take a look, he saw a whole body of a horse under the moonlight. The white horse, like snow, lowered its head by the pool, its fur was as shiny as jade, it was very beautiful.

This is the white horse of the champion.

No matter how talented and picky the horse master is, he will give him a thumbs up when he sees it. This is really good. The best horse in the world is even worthy of the word "dragon". It is not an exaggeration to call it dragon horse. .

Here is the white horse, and over there is the record of the champion.

The so-called champion lord is a person who bravely champions the three armies. Legend has it that this person is even more powerful and can kill enemy generals as easily as eating and drinking.

In just three years, he was granted the title of Marquis. Although he was favored by the emperor, he also had real military achievements. He could not count the number of enemy generals who died under his painted halberd. According to the rules of the Great Zhou Dynasty, The head of a general is comparable to a hundred ordinary soldiers.

This is also the reason why the champion is most fond of fighting generals in front of the battle.

There is another interesting thing to say. Where is the army? This is where the fierce generals in the battle refer to. Seeing this guy named Lu Mingze accumulating military achievements like a snowball with his brute force, how come no one is jealous? You know, everyone has two shoulders to carry one head, how can you, Lu Mingze, be the most beautiful in front of others.

So some people imitated Lu Mingfei and also played the role of fighting general in front of the formation.

But the barbarians all grew up hanging out on horses. Legend has it that they were even able to ride horses from birth and fight with them in front of the battle. The consequences can be imagined.

After three generals died in a row, no one played any more fighting generals. Lu Mingze's reputation in Junzhong became better day by day. After all, they proved with three lives that Lu Mingze could do it. They really can't do it.

If your skills are not as good as those of others, just accept it.

Suddenly, the crowd became lively.

Pushing and pushing, rubbing shoulders one after another.

"Squeeze whatever you want! Squeeze whatever you want!"

"What happened!"

"Don't you know how to read it?"

"Mother!"

"Come! Hold on to your children!"

"What's going on!"

Finally, some people in front got impatient, put down their tiptoes, and turned around to talk to them.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Didn't you see that the Champion is coming?"

After a moment of confusion, people quickly changed to excited expressions.

"Champion Hou!"

"Where is it!"

"let me see!"

The soldiers maintaining order steadied their horses and leaned back hard.

They exchanged surprised looks with each other. The reputation of this champion is really...

The old general held his sword and stared at the white horse approaching in the distance. On it was a young man with high spirits, and the people around him were noisy.

"It's so similar."

The excited adjutant heard this and asked curiously.

"what did you say?"

The general smiled slightly and his eyes drifted away, as if he had traveled up the long river of time to reach that day.

"You know, twenty years ago, there was a man who rode a horse through the streets, and the streets of the capital were deserted for him."

"who is it?"

"Mighty Lord."

Baima, who once went through life and death with Lu Mingfei, now enjoys the glory of the spotlight with him.

Behind the bronze mask is an indifferent gaze.

The battlefield is a place where achievements are made, and it is also a place where people are tempered. It was only three years ago that the heartless young man who smiled and laughed all day long is no longer found.

Lu Mingfei had seen too many lives and deaths with his eyes. The man who led him to join the army died, the caravan guards who joined the army with him died, and the soldiers also died in batches.

One general's success and ten thousand bones withered, once it was just a sentence in a picture book, but now when I think about it, it is so painful to the bones.

Three years later, he was granted the title of lord due to his military merits. Among them were the barbarian Lion Mountain and the Sea of ​​Blood. His faceplate, which was originally made of bronze, now also showed a bit of dark red.

Parading on a horse should be one of the most beautiful things for a man, but it was so weird here in Lu Mingfei's place. All the noise and excitement when his white horse passed by was like a ladle of ice water being poured down on people's faces. The smile gradually faded, and the movement of crowding forward suddenly stopped. He hesitated and did not dare to step forward, or even stepped back.

I don't know who's child clenched his fists and burst into tears. The woman hurriedly covered it with her hands, her expression was indescribable panic, and when she discovered the person on the white horse, she cast her gaze. Finally, a face instantly turned pale, and her lips trembled involuntarily, as if she would shed tears in the next second.

Lu Mingfei looked at him for a while. The woman felt that seconds seemed like years, and her child was struggling for life. He didn't think about anything, but subconsciously followed up and kept repeating it in his mind.

Nanny, be good, be well, Nanny, let's be quiet and stop crying. If we cry again, if we cry again, both of us will die!

But, maybe as the old saying goes, whatever you fear most will come. Even though you have prayed desperately in your heart, it still doesn't work.

The woman heard the voice of the man on the white horse. Surprisingly, it sounded very nice, as clear and clear as the young man next door.

"let go."

"She's going to die."

The woman was stunned until a hand wrapped in iron armor took her daughter away from her arms.

The woman suddenly woke up and desperately wanted to take her daughter back. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, so she simply bent her knees and knelt on the ground.

"Stay here."

Champion Hou grabbed her.

The woman raised her head and saw the ferocious demon-like mask of the champion Hou.

And the happy and smiling daughter in his arms.

But Nannan's face turned a little blue, and she panicked again, suddenly remembering what the champion said before.

"Let go, she will die."

The woman was frightened for a while, and then she realized that just before, she had almost killed her daughter.

"Come."

The champion returned the child to her.

The woman wiped her hands on the clothes and took them carefully. Looking at Nannan's smiling face, she cried for a moment. The tears fell down and fell on Nannan's face. The girl struggled and tried to hide. .

The woman quickly wiped her eyes and coaxed her daughter. When she came to her senses and wanted to kneel down to the champion, the white horse like snow had already disappeared at the end of the street.

The general who maintained order shook his head and sighed.

"A champion prince is a champion prince, after all, he is different from a mighty prince."

"Aren't they all knights for military merit? What's the difference?"

He glanced at the adjutant's young face.

"The mighty lord is a handsome man who can win a battle thousands of miles away."

"The champion is a general. He can kill generals and capture flags, and he can charge into battle."

"At the end of the day, they're different."

The adjutant seemed to want to say something, but because of the authority of the commander, he finally said nothing.

These two people are not the only ones comparing the champion and the mighty lord.

As the adjutant said, they are all knights for their military merits, paraded on horseback in the streets, and are full of energy. It is as if they are born to be compared with others.

But the difference between the two is too great.

Marquis Weiwu was a scholar at first, and he used the art of war to lead troops in battles. He could make plans, make strategies, and put the right people in the right positions.

The Champion Hou is different. He never cares about plots or strategies. To put it bluntly, the art of war is just a technique of defeating the strong with the weak, and the Champion Hou himself is strong enough.

There were few people in front of it. It was where the outer prince's palace was. The soldiers were a little strange. They didn't go this way when going to the palace. Why did the champion take the detour?

With that mask around, even if they wanted to see the champion's face clearly and make a judgment based on his expression, it would be in vain.

"Miss, it's really lively outside."

"Let's open the window and take a look."

"Okay, okay, don't open it, it's all according to the lady."

The girl stood in front of the window, her eyes wide open. The paper window let in light slightly, and she saw a thin figure in a blur.

"Is this the champion?"

she marveled.

"I always felt that it was different from what I imagined. I thought he would be a strong man, but I didn't expect that he looked like a scholar."

After saying this, she realized something was wrong, quickly covered her mouth, and secretly glanced at her young lady.

She still remembered that a few years ago, the man in the Weiwei Hou Mansion was teased for a long time, saying that the prince's legitimate son looked like a scholar. He also mentioned it to her young lady several times, and now he said that he was not a scholar. Being a scholar, isn't it just making your young lady more troubled?

Sure enough, she thought correctly. The word "scholar" aroused the young lady's thoughts. Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. The young lady lay on the bed like a jade sculpture, motionless.

The girl's heart is going to be broken.

But it didn't show on his face at all.

The girl forced a smile.

"Oh, miss."

She said happily like a bird.

"The champion is looking at our side."

"He must have heard of Miss."

"Ah, ah, it's really strange. Look, miss, look quickly."

"The figure of this champion is really similar to that of Mr. Lu!"

"No, it really seems like it."

Originally, I just wanted to attract the young lady's attention so that she could get out of her sadness, but as the girl talked, she even muttered to herself.

"Well, miss, look at it, look at it, come over and have a look."

"It's really similar."

"Just one glance."

"Really, just one glance is enough!"

Seeing that the jade figure on the bed still didn't move, the girl stamped her feet, trotted over and started shaking.

At the same time she was still shouting.

"Miss! Miss!"

""It's really similar!

"I won't lie to you this time!"

"swear!"

The girl raised her hand.

"I will never lie to you this time!"

"If I still lie to you, I...I..."

She gritted her teeth, with a brave expression on her face, and closed her eyes tightly while speaking.

"I can't get married for the rest of my life!"

To this girl, this is an oath that could not be more poisonous.

Eriki rolled her eyes and looked at her intently.

The girl seemed to be overjoyed.

"Miss, do you believe me?"

She also knew why her young lady was like this, and it wasn't all her own fault. She had always been depressed for the past three years. The doctor said that a heart ailment requires a heart medicine. She did know what the medicine for her heart was. Wasn't it the young master of the Weiwu Hou family? Well, where can a little girl find this new medicine for her?

I can only occasionally point at the passing scholar and shout, Miss, do you think he looks like a young prince?

This method worked very well at first. Every time the girl called out something like this, Eriyi couldn't wait to rush to the window and peek out.

But every time it ends in disappointment.

That's enough once or twice, but three or four times, five or six times, once the number is too many, no matter what the girl says, Eli Yi will never believe it again.

It’s just that Eriyi actually knows that the girl is doing this for her own good. After all, she is also a kind-hearted girl. The girl is like this. She can say such things as never getting married. If she lies in bed again, she will feel sorry for herself. .

"Yes, yes."

The girl happily helped Eriyi up.

Still telling her vowedly.

"It's definitely true this time, miss."

"The Champion Hou and Mr. Lu are really similar."

"It's very similar."

Eriko smiled reluctantly.

After all, she still felt that the girl was trying to comfort herself and wanted to make herself happy.

But the girl was anxious.

She explained.

"Miss, look at it."

"Master Lu is so powerful."

"It's certainly not impossible for him to be granted military honors and become a marquis."

"And didn't Mr. Lu say that before?"

"What Marquis Weiwu can do, he can definitely do."

"And, and..."

The girl thought and thought desperately.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"right!"

She jumped up excitedly, almost knocking Eriki down to the ground, and quickly settled down, sticking out her tongue.

Although the young lady didn't say anything, if the young lady really fell, she probably wouldn't forgive herself.

"That, that..."

She quickly adjusted her mood. This girl was actually quite stupid, and she would only be unhappy for a while.

"Miss, have you forgotten?"

"Master Lu mentioned it before."

"Didn't he tell you that he would come back in three years?"

"Look, isn't it just three years away?"

"Master Lu said he would marry the young lady home in a glorious manner."

"How wonderful."

"Young lady must be the happiest woman in the world."

Eriki stood quietly for a while.

forget?

How could I forget?

She read the last letter Lu Mingfei left over and over again no matter how many times.

Waiting for each day to pass with my fingers pinched.

By this third year, she hadn't had a full night's sleep for several months.

Any movement at the window would wake her up.

It's just that even Eri Yi has never thought about the champion who is famous all over the capital and many people are vying to praise him.

It could be her Lu Jun.

It was originally a jade-like painted pear coat, but suddenly the whole person became alive.

She rushed to the window.

Seeing this scene, the girl also danced with joy.

She was still chirping her assurances.

"According to me, the champion must be Mr. Lu."

"Why else would he be looking here?"

"Miss, miss, it's over there..."

The girl pointed with her hands excitedly.

Stopped again.

The words coming out of my mouth also gradually became low.

"Right...over there."

The streets were crowded, soldiers were there, people were there, everyone was there.

The only thing missing was the champion on the white horse.

"Eriyi stood quietly and turned into a jade sculpture again.

"Strange, where are the people."

The girl said to herself.

Eriyi sighed silently.

"Miss!"

The girl almost cried.

"I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you!"

Eriyi smiled lightly and trimmed the girl's hair.

She shook her head, as if to say, it's okay, it's all okay.

She's just tired.

Turn around and walk to the bed.

The girl was still stamping her feet and thinking about it.

"Really."

"Why are you running so fast!"

"Our lady is still here!"

"Really, really, really!"

After talking about it for a long time, the girl finally felt something was wrong.

Why is the lady standing still?

Yes, why did Eriki stand still?

The reason...

The moment she turned around.

The figure in white clothes at the door came into view.

He just stood there.

Eriyi opened her eyes so wide.

Maybe the girl still has to hesitate and not be sure yet.

But Eriyi, after thinking about it for three years, so many days and nights, how could she hesitate.

Although the man in white was wearing a mask, covering his face.

But Eri Yi recognized him at a glance.

Sure enough, right under her gaze.

The man took off his mask.

A slightly weathered face.

He clearly still looks like a boy, but he feels old.

But, this is him.

It's really him.

Eriko covered her mouth hard.

Tears fell like strings of tears.

The man smiled slightly.

Lu Ming is not the way.

"I'm back."