Su Huanqing said seriously, which made Xie Weixing put away his joking expression, responded lightly, and walked towards the original main house. At this time, the main house was already empty, except for a tall and dense camphor tree next to the courtyard standing intact.
"Tell me, do you have any questions?"
Su Huanqing frowned and looked at the black sand in her hand, as if asking him, or saying to herself: "First, what on earth is that blue fire about?"
"Well, you caught the key to the first question."
"Secondly," he paused slightly and looked up at the person in front of him, "Fifth sister seemed to know that she was going to encounter this disaster, so she sent Xiao Yuan away early. I later sent people to look for Xiao Yuan, but We never found out where she went."
Xie Weixing then showed a look of surprise. After being silent for a while, he said, "According to what you said, didn't Fifth Miss jump into the fire to seek death?"
Su Huanqing's brows moved and she sighed: "After a year of wandering and then returning, I don't even understand what Fifth Sister is thinking."
"Yeah. Regardless of all this, don't forget that Miss Fifth was stabbed with a sword when she jumped into the fire."
Xu Shi recalled the scene at that time, and Su Huanqing's body surged with anger, and the cold air around her body made Xie Weixing secretly frightened. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, lifting their clothes and blowing away Su Huanqing's impetuous heart.
"Those men in black, have you found out where they came from?"
Xie Weixing shook his head, put his hands behind his back, looked at the place where Su Liuyuan jumped into the fire, and said, "No clue."
After a period of silence, he looked up at Su Huanqing, "Although I don't know where she is now, what I can confirm is that she should be fine."
"Seriously?!" Su Huanqing said ecstatically.
"Aren't you doubting it yourself? Besides, if you also want to save her, then the current situation is the best for her."
Su Huanqing thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, "Not bad."
"Since you are fine, why not cheer up and help her deal with the aftermath?"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Some things they said didn't need to be said so clearly, but they all understood it in their hearts.
In the capital city of Dali, the southernmost part of the Jizhou continent, in the imperial palace made of white marble, on a throne made of gold, a man wearing brocade clothes with a noble face but a sinister expression was sitting there, looking at the man kneeling in the center of the hall with resentful eyes. man in gray.
"Huh? What I want is people, what do you bring to me now?! What a loser!"
A ray of jade light flashed toward the kneeling man. The man tried to avoid it out of habit, but he endured it and allowed the jade light to smash a bloody mark on his forehead.
"It doesn't matter if you scold him. In the end, don't you want to hire a doctor to help him?"
Located at the lower right corner of the Golden Seat, sits a man with snow-white hair. He rests his hands leisurely on his knees, with an expression on his face that is half-smiling.
The kneeling man lowered his head expressionlessly. The white-haired man glanced at him lightly and said with a smile: "Even if you smash him to death, you can't change the result. Instead of being so angry with yourself, think about it more." How will it end now? Will the formation we set up continue?"
"Continue! Those assassins must be looking for that thing too. This time everyone was killed by them, but we have to keep looking for the thing!"
"In that case, leave this matter to me!"
The man in golden clothes on the golden seat nodded lightly.
"Why don't you thank His Highness for your life?" The white-haired man turned to look at the man in gray who was still kneeling there and said nothing, and raised his voice.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for not killing me!"
"Humph, this is your first offense, but there will be no next time!"
The white-haired man left the temple together with the man. He turned back and looked into the temple. A faint gust of wind blew, and his snow-white hair was tangled in the wind. He took out a porcelain bottle with orchids printed on it from his body and handed it to the man in gray, saying, "If I'm not here next time, let's see if you can survive!"
"Thank you, Lord Ji." The man in gray took the orchid porcelain vase with both hands and whispered gratefully.
"No need, if your sister hadn't explained it to you, I wouldn't have bothered to take care of it!"
The man in gray clothes was startled, and when he came to his senses, the white-haired man had already drifted away, his figure so powerful that he could bully others. The man in gray tightened the orchid porcelain vase in his hand, seemed to think of something, lowered his head and walked away quickly.
At the end of the same month, war broke out again between Dali and Southern Qi, starting from Miaocheng at the border of the two countries and burning all the way to Jingcheng further east. According to the informant, the reason why Jingcheng was captured so quickly was because the city's prefect worked for Dali and surrendered voluntarily. The fall of Miaocheng and Jingcheng completely awakened the Southern Qi people who were in a state of drunkenness and sleep. The Southern Qi Emperor Lexi was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and passed out. Concubine Zhen, who had never shown her face in the palace, waited on him all night long, but when he woke up, the emperor's body was not as good as before. Suddenly, everyone is in danger.
Faced with such a situation, Su Huanqing voluntarily requested an order to go to support. The Emperor of Southern Qi was very happy and went ahead with the request.
On the night he left, Su Huanqing came to the burned-out Quchi Garden again and faced the ashes in silence, his body motionless for a long time.
When Xie Weixing and Wang Zhen came here, they saw this scene. The slightly thin figure stands alone under a tree. He holds a jade flute in his hand, facing an empty black land. The sadness flowing secretly, if there is no trace, stirs the sympathy in the hearts of the spectators...
Wang Zhen and Xie Weixing looked at each other. He stepped forward helplessly and patted Su Huanqing on the shoulder, but said nothing.
Su Huanqing moved, picked up the jade flute, brought it close to her mouth, and started playing slowly.
A crisp flute sound broke the silent night, and flew swaying into the distance with the wind. Like a ghost, playing freely, like a dream...
The flute sound fell for a long time, and the three of them still stood there quietly. Su Huanqing turned back and looked at the two of them, with a warm smile on her face: "It seems that I should take off the title of Diyin Sanmeng."
"Haha, if you take it off, I don't know who has the ability to pick it up again!" Wang Zhen's long and narrow eyebrows slightly raised, and he smiled.
"There are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Now I realize that in fact, we are no longer as comfortable as before." After saying that, he sighed softly, put the jade flute back on his waist, "How many of us used to Touring lakes and outings, although I knew that sooner or later I would reach this point, I never thought that this day would come so quickly... "
Wang Zhen was startled when he heard this, and then smiled in a daze: "Yes, I never thought that this day would come so quickly."
"Do you want a pot of wine? I remember I buried a pot in Huanqing's yard, but I don't know if Huanqing drank it secretly!"
"Hahaha, Wei Xing, I think I'll just give you the nickname Drunkard! I've been seeing you drinking lately!"
Su Huanqing also smiled gently: "Of course I'm not as greedy as you. Let's go, I don't know when we can get together to have a drink together again!"
"Hey, that's not a good thing to say. I'll punish you with a few more drinks! No, a few bowls! Hahaha—"
The sound gradually drifted away with the wind, leaving only a bright moon hanging high.
P: Thank you Emperor Wu for the reward! Qianjin started to disconnect from the Internet again today. I can only access the Internet on the night of the 12th. I hope that the collection will not be lost too much... I remember a book friend said that if a collection is lost, it feels like he has had a miscarriage... Sigh, Qianjin is still a yellow flower. My eldest daughter has never experienced a miscarriage, but watching her collection fall down, I can really feel the pain of being cut! So I beg you all to help Qianjin gain some weight before I cut it off again. I’m not afraid of getting fat, really!