For a while, neither of the two said a word, Jiang Feng hovered on the roof, and the surroundings were silent as if only the sound of water was left.
The painting boat just now had already swam away, but Xie Yun was still staring blankly at the dark water, as if a short-lived flower was about to bloom there.
Zhou Fei accidentally drank the whole pot of wine by herself, until she couldn't pour a drop out of the pot, and she realized that she didn't taste any taste. This pot of fine wine tasted like a donkey. It was a waste. The shop owner thought about it.
She suddenly felt embarrassed and stood up "Teng", but Xie Yun grabbed her wrist as if an eye had grown in her ear.
Unless he is being hunted down, Xie Yun rarely sees such a serious to deep expression on his face. It is probably because he feels that his life is already quite embarrassing. Feel better for yourself and others.
He clasped his fingers tightly, his fingertips turned white, and asked in a tight voice, "What are your plans?"
Zhou Fei actually wanted to deceive herself and say, "I will stay with you in Jinling for a while," but she also knew that what Xie Yun asked about was not her current plans, but after his death.
She deliberately avoided and pretended to be stupid, but when she saw his clear eyes that reflected the shimmering light, she finally gritted her teeth and turned her eyes with difficulty to face the ugly truth.
"I don't know," Zhou Fei said after a while, "Maybe I have to see if my father has any dispatches. If not, I will definitely take back the two Beidou heads. When these old grievances are cleared up, I will Maybe go back to Forty-Eight Village, help Chu Chu sort out those lost things, and be a thug in the village when needed, and then... Then maybe the world will be at peace?"
"Well," Xie Yun showed a peculiar smile on the corner of his mouth, "the road has been paved by the predecessors, what else is there to be peaceful? Can I ask you one thing?"
Zhou Fei looked at him and felt that apart from losing weight, his appearance was almost the same as when he first arrived in Forty-Eight Village eight years ago and was walking around in a dragging machine. A person shaped by experience.
Xie Yun smiled at her unreasonably: "I want to ask you to marry a short-lived husband, so that twenty years later, I can still find you again."
Zhou Fei forcefully pulled her hand out, but Xie Yun's fingers seemed to be woven into a cage that could not be escaped. A turbulent undercurrent collided back and forth in her narrow heart.
Xie Yun held Zhou Fei's wrist with both hands, lowered her head and put her hand on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, the day when people get together is only a short while, the moment you cry is less than a moment, think about it this way. , isn't it a big loss? You and I have been together for a lifetime, with a beginning and an end, isn't it lucky? It's not necessary to live to seven or eighty years."
Zhou Fei jerked him away: "You only cried."
"Okay, why is Zhou Daxia crying? After all, he is the number one in the world who can 'step on the Big Dipper'." Xie Yun paused, and then added very cleverly, "Although it is self-proclaimed."
Because of this "cleverness", King Duan, who had made the imperial physician group quarrel into a pot of porridge, was chased and beaten eight streets by Jin Gui.
The folk proverb that "every inch of time is worth an inch of gold" has almost become a cliché that children don't want to hear. When Zhou Fei was dozing off in Zhou Yitang's study as a child, she would often get such a scolding. She was always the left ear. Listening, her right ear popped, and at this age, she realized the three flavors of this remark with hindsight.
They only have this little time, like the bald eldest child in the hands of a poor miser, the more the number is, the more stretched it becomes. Countless snippets.
During the day, Xie Yun was quite busy in the palace, and often had to deal with a large group of people—the endless officials of the Ministry of Rites, the useless imperial physician, and Zhao Yuan himself.
As if to please Xie Yun, Zhao Yuan even released Zhao Mingchen, the eldest son of the emperor, who had been imprisoned for many years, and summoned Mingchen into the palace every three days, letting one with a haggard face and the other with a sick face to perform to the fullest. Brother Christine.
Zhou Fei usually watched the liveliness of the Zhao family on the beam at this time. Xie Yun and her briefly negotiated a special set of gestures. Xie Yun often used his back to make excuses with others. The hands behind Zhou Fei spoke bitter and mean truths to Zhou Fei, which made her, a gentleman on the beam, almost exposed.
After the group of idle people are sent away, Xie Yun will treat the inner courtyard of the palace as nothing, and take Zhou Fei to play around in Jinling City.
The dandy's set, the Jianghu Ke's set... He can do everything, he can get started with everything, and he has taught Zhou Fei badly at the fastest speed - if it weren't for Xie Yun's more frequent blisters, daily naked eyes Visible weakening, these days can be called simply beautiful.
As the day of national humiliation approached on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, the temporary residence of King Duan became more and more lively, and the grand dresses and items were sent in like water. Taking Duan Wang back at this juncture might have moved his heart to establish a crown prince.
The effect of this rumor is not trivial. Xie Yun's door is almost full of people, and he is so troublesome that he almost wants to disturb Zhao Yuan's so-called "ancestral ceremony", so he has to pretend to be sick every day and close the door to thank guests.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, everything is ready for the ancestor worship ceremony, just waiting for all parties to come on stage.
At this moment, good news came from the front line. The remnants of the Northern Dynasty's rush to gather and defeated soldiers were like a piece of paper. Some even heard the movement of the Southern Dynasty's army and fled. Zhou Yitang was approaching the capital within a few months. Jinling, where it is rare to see a few snow slag a year, actually had a light snowfall early. Although it was very weak, it turned into mud when it landed, but those who flattered and praised virtue in the name of "Rui Xue" were powerful.
At this point, the time and place are favorable to people, and Zhao Yuan seems to have everything.
However, Zhao Yuan seemed more restless than usual. When he came to visit the patient as usual, he had just said a few words with Xie Yun, and a man who looked like a large inner guard rushed in, bent over and said a few words in Zhao Yuan's ear. sentence. This person must be Zhao Yuan's confidant. He used "sound transmission to enter the world" and other skills. He didn't even say a word, and before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yuan's complexion change, and he stood up suddenly, not even saying a word. After explaining to Xie Yun, he turned around and left.
Xie Yun pretended to send him out, made a gesture to Zhou Fei calmly, heard a soft sound, and knew that Zhou Fei was chasing out according to the words. He leaned against the door thoughtfully, and gently closed his robe. At this moment, a little eunuch who happened to be cleaning the tea set came out with a pile of cups and plates, and accidentally glanced at Xie Yun when saluting, and immediately scared him. With an "ah" sound, the cup and plate in his hand hit the ground into a pile of broken porcelain, knelt on the ground and shivered: "Hall, Your Highness..."
Xie Yun finally came back to his senses, looked down, and found that his stiff fingertips were cracked, his skin was ripped apart, but he didn't feel any pain, and he accidentally rubbed the collar of his robe into a dark red, like a Just wiped my neck.
At the same time, Zhou Fei quietly adorned Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan was very afraid of death. Everywhere he went, all kinds of guards and masters of the big family filled every corner, either openly or secretly. Although Zhou Fei was highly skilled in martial arts, she broke out in a cold sweat. She was almost found out several times, and she finally got close to Zhao Yuan's bedroom, and she had nothing to do. The place where Zhao Yuan lived was to prevent someone from being assassinated, and even the knee-high trees were cut down within a radius of three feet. clean!
Iron barrel-like bodyguards surrounded his bedroom, and there were people patrolling back and forth.
This was the first time Zhou Fei had seen such a grand person who was so afraid of death. At first, she thought Zhao Yuan was a little funny, but after a while, she couldn't stop laughing, and doubts surfaced in her heart - this well-trained guard The team could not have been assembled in a hurry. How long has Zhao Yuan lived in such a state of panic
Who is he afraid of
It was as if someone had wedged the word "assassin" into Zhao Yuan's mind.
At this moment, the sound of something shattering suddenly came from the distant bedroom. Zhou Fei frowned and saw several black-clothed and brocade-robed guards leave in a hurry. She immediately avoided the person Zhao Yuan beat her. The sea prison, keeping up with the men in black.
A few people's Qinggong is not bad, but it is nothing like a real master. Zhou Fei chased it very easily. Seeing that the guards brought a large group of people in a very short period of time, they left the palace with great momentum and ran towards Go to a residence outside the imperial city.
A few people in casual clothes and ordinary hawkers in front of the mountain said to the leading guard: "Here is the person, sure, we have been watching."
who
Zhou Fei, who was hiding in the dark, looked in the direction of the "hawker"'s finger, and saw that it was a large yard. The yard was full of flowers. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, they bloomed fragrantly and scorchingly. Climbing out of the wall, revealing the spring scenery of the whole courtyard, it seems a little strange.
For some reason, this yard full of flowers made Zhou Fei feel a little familiar.
The next moment, the leading black-clothed guard gave an order, and everyone surrounded the small courtyard and violently broke in.
… and then stayed together.
I saw that the small courtyard was silent, the rack for hanging clothes was still there, but the costumes on it were gone, a few kingfisher tail feathers fell on the ground, and surrounded by the bustling, there was a small swing hanging in the breeze. Swing.
It was exactly the same as the small courtyard of the Yuyi class in Shaoyang City that had vanished all night!
At this time, a high-hanging female voice came from afar, singing: "The long river flows into the sea, and the vastness returns to the sky—"
The black-clothed guard shouted, "Chase!"
The crowd rushed up and chased after the direction of the singing. Only then did Zhou Fei slowly walk out of the hiding place. She was not worried. The trick of people going to the sky was Yuyi Ban's unique skill, and she also remembered that the voice she sang with her voice turned into ashes - it was Mu Xiao. Jonah the Devil.
A Lady Nishang, a Suzaku Lord, if those two seniors make trouble together, they may not be able to catch them if they call out all the wine bags and rice sacks around Zhao Yuan... The question is, which one is this
Zhou Fei got into the empty courtyard of Yuyi Class, and saw that the door of the back room was ajar, the smell of the incense burner that had just been burned out, and there was still a bottom of wine in the cup, and on the wall opposite the door, hanging Two wooden scabbards, one sword and one sword, with a note in between.
Zhou Fei carefully took down the note, and read the words on it: "The Feather Class has arrived in Beijing with "The Legend of the White Bone" to present a gift to me in the prosperous age of Da Zhao."