Chapter 105 Help, You Stink
An hour later.
He Sanlang sat opposite Murong Di.
He washed his face, changed into the clean clothes that Xiao Zheng had prepared, and ate a greasy pancake with both hands.
Flatbread is emergency dry food on the road. It is dry and hard and has no meat in it.
You have to drink tea when swallowing it, otherwise it will be dry and hurt your throat.
Not to mention the delicacies from the He Mansion, this pancake is not even as good as the fresh big meat buns from the small street shop.
But He Sanlang ate with gusto and looked satisfied.
A sip of tea, a bite of cake, and it was finished in no time.
I ate two more.
After eating two large pancakes, He Sanlang sighed with satisfaction and said to Murong Di:
"Your Highness, I apologize for your rudeness."
Murong Di kept looking at He Sanlang while he was eating.
Murong Di had met He Sanlang several times, all at palace banquets.
He Sanlang is famous in the capital and has a handsome appearance. Every year when he comes to the palace banquet with the He family, he attracts a lot of discussion and attention.
Murong Di heard that many young ladies in Chang'an City wanted to marry He Sanlang, but He Sanlang never mentioned marriage since his divorce. Some people even suspected that He Sanlang was secretly practicing Taoism.
Of course, there are also some people who are jealous of He Sanlang and say that there must be something wrong with He Sanlang in some aspect.
Murong Di didn't care whether there was any problem with He Sanlang in some aspect, but the fact that He Sanlang appeared out of nowhere in his carriage was a problem.
"Why did He Sanlang appear in my luggage?" Murong Di waited for He Sanlang to give him an explanation.
He Sanlang confessed his crime as expected:
"Your Highness, please forgive me. It was all my fault. I was drunk and accidentally got into a box. Before I knew it, I followed the convoy out of the capital."
Murong Di heard this and looked at He Sanlang with a complicated expression:
"He Sanlang, do you think this is credible? You're almost right to say you deliberately hid in the box to follow me to Lingnan."
Although you are pretending to be stupid, your excuse is too fake, even a fool wouldn't believe it!
He has been out of the capital for three or four days. Not to mention being drunk, he should have woken up long ago even if he had taken drugs.
Murong Di guessed correctly.
He Sanlang deliberately hid himself in the box and put a lot of effort into it.
Ever since Zi Xin was exiled from the capital, he has been in a daze all these years.
Everyone said Zi Xin was dead, but he always felt that Zi Xin was not dead.
How could such a good person die from plague, banditry and famine?
After all, he was unwilling to believe that this person no longer existed in the world.
The Ci'en Temple in the suburbs of Beijing is very famous. Many families go to the Ci'en Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha around the New Year.
He Sanlang went to Ciguang Temple with his family some time ago.
He waited until everyone in the family had finished praying before he went in, burned some incense, and bowed three times in front of the Buddha, praying that Zixin would be safe and sound.
A young monk nearby looked at him and said, "Donor, you shouldn't burn incense in bundles like this. This will make the Buddha see that you are just trying to get by at the last minute."
He Sanlang turned his head and saw a very fat and round little monk, who looked like the glutinous rice dumplings on the table during the Chinese New Year.
He Sanlang: "Little Master, I am indeed cramming at the last minute, but my heart is sincere and I sincerely ask the Buddha to protect me and keep me safe."
The young monk said, "Buddha does not interfere with the karma of human beings. Whether or not one can protect others' safety depends entirely on the individual."
He Sanlang raised his eyebrows: "If I don't know where that person is, how can I protect him?"
The young monk scratched his head, seeming a little confused. "Then, have you ever looked for it? If you haven't even looked for it yourself, how can you sincerely pray for its safety?"
He Sanlang was speechless, and actually felt that what the little monk said made some sense.
When he came to his senses, the little monk had been taken away by another fatter monk. He could vaguely hear the conversation between the master and the disciple getting farther and farther away:
"Wuzhen, how many times have I told you not to chat with strangers? You are still young..."
"Master, I won't be kidnapped. Paihuazi can't carry me..."
After He Sanlang returned home, he thought of the little monk's words like a possessed person.
Has the donor ever looked for it?
Since he didn't know whether Zixin was dead or alive, why couldn't he go and look for him himself?
He Sanlang hadn't slept well for several days and thought that instead of wasting time in Chang'an, it would be better to go to Lingnan.
But he was not stupid enough to go to Lingnan alone.
He took the initiative to take on the task of preparing ceremonial items for the King of Yue's travel in the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Rites would prepare those items every time, but whether they would be used or not was another matter.
He Sanlang prepared all the things and sent them to Murong Di's convoy, which was then inspected by the imperial guards.
When everything was finally ready, He Sanlang sneaked in in the middle of the night under the pretext of being an official from the Ministry of Rites to check for omissions again, emptied half of the box, and put himself in.
Because it was dark and this was the first time he did something so sneaky, he accidentally fell down.
His body and face were covered in mud.
He had just gotten up when he heard some noise not far away. Without even wiping his face, he quickly used his hands and feet to hide in the box.
The moment he hid in, he felt a little regretful and ashamed of himself.
He was trying his best to emulate Zi Xin's manners; Zi Xin would never sneak into a box like this in the middle of the night.
But after staying in the box for a long time, He Sanlang regretted it even more.
He only had a small bag of Jinyu Cake with him as dry food, which he ate in a few bites while hiding in the box.
At night he ran out of the box to find something to eat, but the post station was closed at night.
What was even worse was that he huddled in a box during the day, his whole body ached, his head felt dizzy, and he hadn't taken a shower for several days. He was almost suffocating himself.
When I couldn't bear it anymore, I finally came out of the box.
But he was no longer worried now.
The carriage had been travelling for several days at a fairly fast pace, and was now several hundred miles away from the capital.
Moreover, he knew a secret.
He Sanlang: "Your Highness is wise. I do want to go to Lingnan. I hope Your Highness will not mind my traveling with you."
Murong Di decisively refused: "I will send someone to take you back now--"
"Your Majesty,"
He Sanlang suddenly leaned close to Murong Di's ear and said in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear,
"I can help the prince and get rid of his spies."
Murong Di's eyes changed slightly, and he tightened his hands at his sides: "I don't know what you are talking about."
He Sanlang lowered his voice even lower:
"Your Highness can hide it from others, but not from me."
Murong Di frowned, pushed He Sanlang back, covered his nose and said in disgust:
"Help! You stink!"
He Sanlang:......!
…
Dozens of miles outside Chang'an City.
A group of men in gray were running through the forest.
Everyone walked very quickly, their toes quickly tapping the ground, leaving only a series of shallow marks.
The two leading men were over thirty years old, named Minghe and Mingshui respectively.
The two are twins and look exactly the same.
They are He Tingfang's most trusted subordinates.
He Tingfang likes to take advantage of others and also likes to kill people with a borrowed knife.
However, when he encounters something that he is not confident in entrusting to others, or when he is unwilling to share a piece of the pie with others, he will ask his subordinate Minghe Mingshui to take action.
For example, this time, I went to Xunzhou to inquire.
The Styx and the Dark Water want to find the person who masters the secret method of making Black Mountain Ink and Black Mountain Cloth, and hold them firmly in their hands so that they can be used by their master.
This was not their first trip to Lingnan.
But it has been more than ten years since I last went to Lingnan——
Back then, He Tingfang sent the two brothers to Lingnan to keep an eye on the exiled Pei family.
It was also they who brought back the news that the entire Pei family was killed to He Tingfang.
Now when I go to Lingnan again, I feel a long-lost sense of uneasiness in the Styx and the Styx water, and even my chest aches slightly.
The pain was as if that female bandit had pierced his chest with a spinning spear.
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