Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Di Dongqing went back to the street alone.

The counselor Mr. Shen didn't seem to be interested in drinking, so he handed over the money for the wine to the waiter, and then disappeared like a gust of wind.

Di Dongqing was very annoyed, he just delayed for a moment, then lost his target.What's worse, even the waiter in the shop didn't know his whereabouts, so he could only point out the general direction of his residence.

Di Dongqing walked in the direction pointed by the waiter, walked east along the middle street, and passed a market.

Different from the hustle and bustle on the street, no one patronizes the market after nightfall, shrouded in silence, the shops on both sides of the road are closed, the open-air stalls are empty, and there are wild cats calling from the corners occasionally, Probably looking around for leftovers to fill their stomachs.

The darkness lengthens the distance around, the road ahead is boundless, and the huge Anyi City is like a maze.

Among the countless forked roads, there is only one that leads to the answer he is looking for.

He has been walking for a long time, but he still hasn't seen the light at the end. In this lonely night, after missing the target again, he finally couldn't suppress his tiredness, and his steps became slow.

In the darkness, his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, wrapped in invisible mud, and getting heavier.

He stopped suddenly, stunned in place.

A familiar scene on the corner of the street came into view, and some old events came to mind, becoming clearer.

This market is exactly the one he frequented nine years ago. Every time he quietly leaves home, he will come here. His short body is like a wild cat, shuttling through the crowd, looking for free fun.

Nine years ago, at this market, he saw a girl fleeing from northern Xinjiang being bullied, so he grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into the eyes of the rogue, and was chased by him into the alley.

He squatted down, picked up the sand on the ground, and rubbed it gently between his fingers. The familiar touch passed over his heart like a dragonfly, and the ripples spread before his eyes, turning into familiar outlines.

He recognizes this land—the memory of his childhood is long gone, but the instinct of his body is absolutely real.

He stood up and cast his eyes forward, suddenly saw a shadow passing by the night, the black clothes were like the wings of a crow...

His whole body was shaken, and he quickly chased a few steps until he reached the entrance of a deep alley, where the shadow disappeared.

This alley was the place where he and Lu Zhengqiu first met.

He stared blankly at the darkness in the alley, but only silence answered him.

He sighed, the thoughts in his heart must have turned into ghosts to disturb his mind.He shook his head and was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, a light color was glimpsed in the corner of his vision.

It was a brand new piece of letter paper, pressed under a stone, revealing a moon-white corner.

His breathing was stagnant.

He walked quickly into the alley, took out the letter paper, and flattened it in front of his eyes. The handwriting that jumped into his eyes was very familiar, and it belonged to the person he was thinking of, but the writing was crooked, and the rows sometimes overlapped, as if writing It's as if their people can't see them.

His fingers couldn't help shaking.

It turned out that the black shadow was not an illusion, but came to guide him specially, just like it had done countless times in the past.Even though his eyes were dim and he couldn't see anything, even if it took a hundred times more hardships, he still didn't forget to come to him and light a candle for him.

He instinctively raised his hand and slowly moved the letter under his nose.

The paper was stained with the bitterness of some medicinal herbs, it was an all-too-familiar smell, like a small flame penetrated into his skin.

Although there is no light on the road ahead, there are lights beside us.

Standing in the cold night, he felt that his heart gradually became warm, and the tiredness and depression were roasted by the lingering flames, escaped from his body, and evaporated without a trace.

He took a deep breath, engraved that taste firmly in his heart, and then carefully read the contents of the letter under the thin starlight.

"The situation in the palace has changed, and the rebel army is in trouble. We must protect Mr. Shen's safety..."

Di Dongqing's eyes widened in astonishment.

He cast his gaze far away, and the imperial city seemed to stand in the distance like a wall, and the shadows covered the remaining ray of skylight, as if digging a hole in the night sky.

There was nothing in the cave, only complete darkness.

Earlier in the day, when Di Dongqing walked slowly into the city gate with the marching team, the herald was already waiting outside the military tent, waiting for Si Yutong's reply.

Si Yutong paced back and forth, reading the uncle's letter from beginning to end again.

Naturally, the black and white text will not change suddenly, what she sees is still the same, her eyes are not lying, it's just that her mind can't believe it.

In the letter, King Chang confessed to the fact that his subordinates had colluded with the Demon Cult, and even boldly wrote the names of Xia Qiyuan and Song Xiang.

Song Xiang has been taken to the execution platform to beheaded. The head is brought by the herald and handed over to her for inspection.

Naturally, she would not admit that she was mistaken for the formidable opponent she just fought against a few days ago, but the face that was wearing a smirk and determined to win at that time has now condensed into a cold and hard earthy gray, with bursts of stench.

Winner and loser are just a snap of the fingers.

As for Xia Qiyuan, he just died suddenly today, and his body has not yet been restrained. A medical certificate jointly signed by many people in the Imperial Medical Center is attached to the letter.

Unless these imperial doctors conspired against each other, the conclusions of the medical records would be true.

In the past nine years, the Devil's Cult has caused countless disturbances in this piece of China, committed heinous crimes, and its wolfish ambitions. Will it really come to an end in such an easy way?

However, the pen and ink in the letter paper are pearls of pearls, and the evidence is conclusive, so she has no way to question it.

At the end of the letter, King Chang invited her into the palace to discuss state affairs.The herald was still waiting respectfully at the door, just waiting for her to leave.

Bai Xiuchuan glanced outside the military tent, then looked away, frowned and said, "Brother, are you really going?"

Si Yutong nodded and said, "I must go."

Bai Xiuchuan said: "But, I'm afraid there may be fraud in the letter."

Si Yutong sighed: "With a large army in hand, the emperor dare not do anything to me. If anything happens to me, these 5 horses will be at your disposal, and you must never let Yu Kingdom fall into the hands of traitors. "

Bai Xiuchuan's expression froze: "I..."

He involuntarily lowered his gaze, but the next moment, Si Yutong patted his shoulder lightly.

"Xiuchuan, you can definitely do it."

Bai Xiuchuan raised his head and met the other party's gaze. The clear gaze seemed to be full of tenderness, as if comforting and encouraging him, which made him stunned for a moment, as if he had returned to the kind and soft slender hands when he was a child. Putting it on his shoulders, it gave him a little warmth. The bright back turned his head from the front, and his smile was like a ray of sunshine, which made him fascinated.

The things he seeks, the people he remembers...

After a moment of absentmindedness, he finally nodded and said: "This subordinate takes orders."

He is no longer a timid child, and his shoulders are no longer gentle palms, but heavy rivers and mountains of [-] miles.

A gentleman's promise is worth a word.

Si Yutong raised the corners of her mouth at him, leaving a smile.Then, she turned and left.

He bit his lip and silently watched his elder brother's back.

On that day, the gate of the inner city was slowly opened, and a group of officials stood on both sides to welcome the return of the prince Si Yujing.

The imperial city is majestic, the palace walls are deep and deep, and the shadows cast by thousands of buildings and buildings are like a dense forest.And she went alone, her back disappeared in the mountains and forests, and soon disappeared.