Yujia
"Go, go look over there!" The soldier wiped the rain off his face and couldn't help cursing, "I don't believe this little bastard can really run away."
The scattered soldiers moved the leaves in the bushes, disturbing the animals in the forest. For a moment, the autumn forest in the rain, which should have been quiet, actually had a tense and lively atmosphere.
Listening to the soldiers cursing, Mingyu, who was hiding behind a rock, felt that he was almost out of strength to even breathe.
They were chased all the way from the capital without stopping. After finally finding a deserted temple where they could rest, they were caught up by the soldiers again.
The autumn rain hits my body like icicles, and only my breath brings a little warmth.
With the help of the rain, Mingyu's drowsy head finally became a little clearer. He looked down at the hastily bandaged wound on his hand, from which blood was slowly seeping out.
How long can I escape?
Mingyu gripped the sword tightly in her hand, observing how far away the officers and soldiers were from her. She was about to stand up, but the sharp pain in her leg made her pause.
"Hmm."
Mingyu gritted his teeth and swallowed his cry of pain, then stood up with the sword in hand.
You must escape the encirclement as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to leave once they start to narrow the area.
"A civilian official has been able to escape for this long. I'm completely humiliated." The leading officer spat. "If you can still escape this time, watch out for your heads!"
"yes!"
Thanks to this temporary autumn rain, under the cover of night and rain, Mingyu carefully groped for the stones, avoided areas where soldiers were densely packed, and prepared to break out from the right.
The sword in Mingyu's hand still looked extremely sharp in the night.
She had to hit the target with one strike and take care of the two officers and soldiers not far away without disturbing the other officers and soldiers. She had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation now.
While one of the soldiers turned his head to look to the other side, Mingyu bent over, stood up and drew his sword, and the soldier fell silent in an instant.
Another soldier noticed something was wrong and immediately turned around to draw his sword. Mingyu immediately kicked his sword-holding hand. The soldier took a few steps back. The wound on his leg caused Mingyu to pause and he did not stab out with his sword.
Oh no, it will attract other officers and soldiers.
Just as the officer was about to speak, the dagger passed through his chest and he fell to the ground without a sound. The dagger was held by a man in black.
Hot air passed through Mingyu's nose, and he gasped for breath, unable to react to the sudden change.
The man in black put away his dagger and waved his hand to signal Mingyu to follow him.
She had no choice. There were soldiers behind her, so she could only move forward step by step.
…
Song Rongjing was in a very good mood when he just returned to the mansion. He successfully persuaded Prince An to ascend the throne, and he was naturally appointed as the Left Prime Minister. He kicked that old man into the cell and became the object of everyone's flattery. Unfortunately, this mood did not last long.
"Sir," the guard cautiously stepped forward and reported, "We didn't catch any sea fish."
Song Rongjing suddenly became gloomy and scolded, "You useless people! After all these days, you can't even catch a civilian woman. Are you guys eating for free?"
"Please forgive me, sir." The guard immediately knelt on the ground.
"Didn't they say yesterday that they had found her whereabouts and that she was injured? How could she have escaped?" Song Rongjing looked at the guard coldly, waiting for an explanation.
The guard lowered his head as low as he could and replied nervously, "Yes, but she killed two soldiers and escaped. We couldn't find any trace of her along the way."
"Incompetent!" Song Rongjing threw the teacup to the ground. "Keep looking. If you can't find it, you all don't have to work anymore."
"yes."
The guard went out, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and left in a hurry.
Yu Fengyan, Song Rongjing's confidant, was standing by the table in the room, somewhat puzzled. He asked, "Sir, even if you saw the Mingyu, the world is now the Emperor's. Why are you so anxious?"
Song Rongjing didn't answer and waved him out.
The witch had personally ordered the hunting down of the Mingyu. "If this man is not killed, he will sooner or later cause chaos in the world," were the witch's exact words.
Although the new witch doctor was always nervous, everything he said was verified one by one, and he also had a share of the credit for taking the throne today.
Song Rongjing looked at the official robe that he had not yet taken off.
No matter what, he will keep everything he has worked so hard to get.
…
The itching caused by the foreign body in the throat was very uncomfortable. Finally, Mingyu couldn't suppress it anymore and covered his mouth and coughed softly.
"Cough cough cough."
"Oh, girl, you are not fully recovered yet, how can you come out?" Xueliu put down the tea she had just changed and hurried forward to check on Mingyu's condition.
Mingyu raised his hand to refuse Xueliu's support, took a deep breath, and let his throat feel a little better.
"I've been feeling a bit bored staying in the room for a few days, so I went out for a walk."
"The girl finally managed to break down her fever. She should rest in her room." Xueliu tightened the shawl around Mingyu's shoulders. "It's getting colder every day. It's going to snow soon. You're still sick. You should take good care of yourself."
snow?
Mingyu raised his eyes and looked towards the yard. Everything seemed to be withering, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the pond. The plum blossoms were in bud, waiting for a winter snow to wake them up.
After being rescued, Mingyu became extremely sick and confused. The wound on his leg became inflamed and caused him to have a fever. He was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the time or month.
Mingyu sighed slightly in his heart. The Moon Worship Festival was finally over like this. He hoped that the gods would not blame him.
Seeing Mingyu was a little distracted, Xueliu gently reminded her, "Miss, let's go back to the room."
This time, Mingyu did not refuse Xueliu's help and slowly returned to the room and sat down.
"Miss, it's time to take your medicine." Another maid who took care of Mingyu, Mu Man, came in with the medicine and placed it on the table along with candied fruit.
"Okay, thank you." Mingyu picked up the medicine, and the medicine vaguely reflected his own shadow.
There was nothing wrong with the medicine; it was all for her injuries, but it was the absence of any problems that made her uneasy. The late emperor had disliked sorcerers, which had led to her having very few friends. She couldn't understand who would come to her rescue.
She also tried to ask Xueliu and Muqian, but unfortunately both of them refused to say.
Mingyu touched the edge of the bowl. Who on earth could he be, risking his life to save a historian who was being hunted by the emperor?
"girl?"
Seeing that Mingyu hadn't drunk yet, Mumian asked, "Is there something wrong?"
Mingyu smiled, shook his head, and drank the medicine in one gulp.
"Oh, girl, please eat some candied fruit quickly. This medicine looks so bitter to me." Xueliu picked up the candied fruit and handed it to Mingyu as if it were a treasure.
Mingyu didn't refuse and ate a piece. The bitterness and sweetness mixed together made him feel sick.
"My young master wants to see you today."
Mingyu raised his head and said softly, "Okay."
…
With the arrival of winter, the daytime hours are always exceptionally short, and the servants light the candles in the house early.
Mingyu looked out the window with his chin down and waited. The servants treated him politely and properly. The young master they were talking about should not be a rude person.
Tiny drops of light fell from the sky, and the candlelight in the yard became dim and unclear.
"rain?"
Mingyu stood up and walked into the yard, stretched out his hand, and then one or two pieces melted in his hand.
It's snow.
Before I had time to enjoy the first snow, the yard door was opened, and a man holding an umbrella stepped over the threshold, walked into the light, and illuminated the visitor.
The man was wearing a jade-like golden robe, with a straight nose and thin lips. He was wearing a green silk skirt with wide sleeves. The dark patterns on it appeared and disappeared in the candlelight. He walked to a place not far from Mingyu and stopped.
"I'm sorry, I was late because of something. I kept you waiting for a long time."
The man folded his umbrella and handed it to someone else. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Yu Tongan."
The Yu family is a merchant family. The master of the Yu family used to be an official in the court and was a first-class meritorious official. He later resigned from his official position and returned home to start a business. He quickly expanded his business by relying on his connections. Later, his grandson had a good business mind and expanded his business throughout the borders of Tianqi.
"I want to thank Master Yu for saving me."
Mingyu bowed and saluted, but halfway through the ceremony, Yu Tongan lifted his arm.
"You're welcome. I have something to ask you."
"Your Majesty," Mingyu paused, then corrected the address. "Is it about the sudden death of Emperor Dewen?"
Prince An ascended the throne, and the previous emperor was posthumously named Dewen. The current emperor is Prince An.
Yu Tongan chuckled, did not answer, and raised his hand to invite Mingyu into the house.
Mingyu obediently entered the house, followed by Yu Tongan, and Yu Tongan's guards guarded outside the door.
"Cough cough cough." Mingyu covered his mouth and coughed twice.
"The girl is not fully recovered yet, so it's better not to follow any opinions." Yu Tongan poured a cup of tea for Mingyu and also poured a cup for himself.
Mingyu sat down and took a sip of water, waiting for Yu Tongan to continue.
Yu Tongan put down his teacup, looked at Mingyu and said, "I do want to ask what happened on the day the former crown prince revolted, and why Mingshiguan was pursued by the soldiers."
"Xie Yushi temporarily asked me to take his place beside Emperor Dewen to record the facts. Afterwards, Prince An dragged the former crown prince into the bedroom and poisoned him, accusing him of treason for poisoning the late emperor."
Mingyu looked at Yu Tongan and paused, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Why? Do you think it's fake?"
Yu Tongan laughed and tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers: "I just didn't expect you to tell me so directly. After all, this is a secret related to the succession of imperial power."
"What good will it do me to keep a secret? Of course I won't tell anyone, but..." Mingyu raised his eyes from the cup and looked at Yu Tongan, "You know who I am and you rescued me from the emperor. I don't think this secret must be kept."
Mingyu took a sip of water and asked, "So, Master Yu, is there anything else you want to know?"
"Why did you have to temporarily replace Censor Xie?"
"He has a stomachache, and so do the other two historians in the museum."
"You were not on duty at the time, so why were you in the palace?"
As a merchant family, can the Yu family even find out when officials are on duty?
Mingyu looked at the silver sword on the wall behind Yu Tongan and replied, "I'm going back to my place to get some things."
"You didn't feel unwell that day? And how did you leave the palace?"
Mingyu heard the question and sighed.
"You doubt that I'm telling the truth?"
Yu Tongan still had a smile on his lips as he looked at Mingyu, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.
"As a remnant of the Crown Prince, it is difficult for me to tell whether you are lying to clear your name."
"What?" Mingyu was a little surprised. Her crime was actually being a remnant of the prince's gang?
Yu Tongan noticed Mingyu's surprise, knocked on the table, and asked, "What else do you think it is?"
"Theft or something." The last record of the late emperor was stolen.
"Theft? What did you steal?"
Mingyu was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to tell the truth to Yu Tongan or to hide it.
Yu Tongan knocked on the table and reminded him, "If you don't take it out, I can ask someone to look through it. I'm not touching your things out of respect."
Mingyu smiled silently. He was indeed under someone's roof. Without hesitation, he stood up, took out the record from the crack of the bed and handed it to Yu Tongan.
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