Zhou Fei stared at Xie Yun with a very strange look.
Xie Yun asked, "What happened?"
Zhou Fei hesitated for a while, and felt that she had probably been lying down for a long time, and her temples were still twitching and hurting: "I don't think this is something you would say."
Xie Yun laughed: "Then what will I say? Hurry up and fatten up a bit and come over to be Princess Duan for me?"
Zhou Fei: "..."
Xie Yun walked out while laughing, holding his broken flute in his hand and carrying it behind him. For a moment, Zhou Fei suddenly felt that the tips of his fingers were reddish, but there was a morbid smell on the back of his hand. It was bluish white, as if it had just been taken out of the ice water.
Zhou Fei blurted out, "Brother Xie, are you all right?"
I don't know if it was her illusion, Xie Yun's footsteps seemed to stop for a while.
She held onto the bedpost and stood up top-heavy: "And I haven't finished yet, you told me the other day that there is something very important in this cloth bag, it's the key to 'the sea and the sky', what's the matter."
"Anyway, this matter has been deliberately exposed, it's okay to tell you," Xie Yun said lazily, stepping on the threshold with a bit of perfunctory, "There should be something with water ripples on it. The water ripples are the sign of 'the sea and the sky'."
The more Zhou Fei listened, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she calmly asked, "Which one is it?"
Xie Yun put on a dignified face in a serious manner, as if he had never written obscene lyrics and erotic songs, and replied, "How can I rummage through the things in the girl's house? You can find it out by yourself."
Zhou Fei pressed step by step: "But haven't you been tracking down 'Hai Tian Yi Se'?"
Don't even look at it
Xie Yun: "…"
He suddenly found that she has grown a lot in the past few days, and she has learned to be side-by-side!
Zhou Fei: "And..."
She hadn't said anything else, when a flower suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, Xie Yun came to her in a flash, raised her hand unexpectedly, and swept across her sleeping hole rightly.
Zhou Fei struggled to stand still, unable to dodge in time, and she lacked defense against him. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and then she finally closed weakly, and was brought down by him without any resistance.
Xie Yun gently caught her, carefully picked Zhou Fei up and put it back, muttering: "There are so many 'bear children', I thought you could hold back for two more days."
He wanted to reach out and scratch Zhou Fei's nose. He stretched out his hand and froze in the air again, because he found that his hand was shaking involuntarily. To form a fine layer of frost.
The smile on Xie Yun's face also slowly condensed. He withdrew his frozen blue hands and held them together. Like a traveler who was traveling in the open air on a snowy night in the north, he sighed in the palm of his hand. Rub back and forth.
However, it didn't help, because he found that even his breath was starting to turn cold.
It was in the afternoon, the warmest time of the day. The pouring sunlight escaped the old wood in front of the window, pierced the window lattice, and rushed in, but it seemed that all of them had passed him by, not even a trace of warmth could bear him.
Xie Yun suddenly regretted running this trip. The flute was slowly turning between his slender fingers. He couldn't help asking himself, "Why are you running this trip?"
Knowing that no matter what Zhou Fei asked, he would never be able to tell the truth, but he came to see her on purpose, and provoked her to ask, he was simply fed up.
Xie Yun pondered thoughtfully for a moment, and felt that apart from his natural lack of beating, there was probably only one explanation for this matter - he really expected that Zhou Fei would not be able to stop asking and caring. The illusion of "weight" in other people's minds.
This awkward and crooked mind is so easy to understand, not to mention bystanders, but even himself.
Xie Yun couldn't help laughing at himself, turned around and walked out of this warm room, he wanted to go away casually, but step by step, there was always something behind him, tempting him to look back. Xie Yun finally couldn't help but stop and look back. He saw Zhou Fei's expression was peaceful, like holding some beloved object in his arms, holding the long knife with three generations of origin, and the sleeping face attached to the murder weapon looked very strange. innocent.
Xie Yun's eyes seemed to be stung by the girl's face suddenly.
She forcibly took him out of the dark underground prison, dragged him into waves of unresolved and recurring troubles, forced him to laugh, get angry, and be speechless...
But the dust is flying all over the world, and this one of him is about to settle.
After the vigorous uproar, Zhou Fei returned to her shady mountain hut, and he still had to go back to live with Brother Baigu.
No more nostalgia.
Xie Yun forced himself to stop looking at Zhou Fei, and gently closed the door for her. Sky-blue ripples appeared on his jacket, like fine sand entering water, and in a few moments, he disappeared.
When Wen Yu came back from chasing Cao Ning, and was surprised to hear that Xie Yun was here, and if he tried to find him again, that person had already passed away without a trace.
Li Jinrong finally made time to see Zhou Fei in the evening.
Forty-eight Villages was almost in a mess. As soon as she came back, everyone seemed to have found their backbone. They relaxed and fell down collectively.
Li Jinrong didn't even have time to mourn for the devastation, and then there were big and small incidents.
The people waiting for her to make up their minds have been lined up from the Elder Hall to the back mountain. She has to find out the number of casualties, arrange everyone who can walk upright, and rebuild the defense of the village. At the foot of the mountain, there is still Wen Yu and his southern army who have returned without success to settle down. The people who have been implicated for no reason are waiting for the head of the forty-eight villages to show up, giving them a sense of security...
When the wind lantern gradually lit up, Li Jinrong backed away from left and right, dragged his body exhausted, and gently pushed open Zhou Fei's door.
She lit a small lamp and glanced at Zhou Fei in the dim light. Zhou Fei seemed to be startled by this movement, and wanted to wake up. She frowned unconsciously and clenched her knife handle tightly.
Li Jinrong saw clearly the knife she got from somewhere, and suddenly her pupils shrank - the knife was exactly the same as the one Li Zheng used back then.
The word "inheritance" is too subtle.
Li Jinrong sat gently on the edge of the bed and lifted a strand of hair on Zhou Fei's forehead. Seeing that there was a scabbed scratch on her forehead, she was a little pitiful. She sighed, her eyes softened, and she gently pulled Zhou Fei up. Fei's wrist wanted to probe Zhou Fei's injury.
The pulse gate is one of the key points in a person's body. As soon as Li Jinrong's fingertips were put on it, Zhou Fei suddenly woke up with a shock.
The gentle expression on the head of Li Dang's family was instantly restrained, and his fingers clasped the Zhou Fei Maimen tightly, and he commanded with a blank expression: "Don't move."
Although Zhou Fei hadn't seen Li Jinrong for nearly a year, her obedience in her bones was still there, and she didn't dare to move immediately after hearing the sound.
Li Jinrong frowned suddenly, and tentatively pushed a thin infuriating qi over, but who knew that it would be rebounded immediately - Zhou Fei was in a coma from exhaustion this time, and the Kurong zhenqi that was running to the extreme in her body was reborn and quenched. The training became stronger and stronger, and with a slight touch, the fangs of the only one were exposed.
"It's enough to take care of the internal injury for a while, Ma Jili will be merciful." Li Jinrong retracted his hand and asked, "But what's the matter with your internal strength? Who did you meet outside?"
Zhou Fei eagerly wanted to know why Xie Yun had knocked her out suddenly, and where did it go, she could hardly sit still.
But the big boss couldn't help but talk about it, so he had to quickly reiterate the story of meeting Duan Jiuniang in Huarong City—of course, omitting the details of the crazy woman calling her "grandmother".
When the assassination of Cao Zhongkun failed, Duan Jiuniang cut off contact with the Forty-Eight Villages, and Li Jinrong was in a mess, so he didn't care much about Duan Jiuniang's whereabouts - what kind of person Ku Rongshou is, how many people are worthy of rivals in the world, where can they be used? Taking care of others
But she didn't expect that she turned herself into a prison and was imprisoned for life.
Zhou Fei saw Li Jinrong being thoughtful and asked, "Mother, that brother Xie who came back with us..."
Li Jinrong lifted her eyelids, Zhou Fei felt guilty for no apparent reason, and involuntarily looked away.
Immediately, Zhou Fei felt that she was quite inexplicable, and said to herself, "I'm fine, why am I guilty?"
So she bit her head again and met Li Jinrong's sharp gaze.
"Thank you... Big brother?" Li Jinrong gritted his teeth a little, remembering that this kid made troubles on the one hand, and also knew the reason why Wen Yu turned Shushan upside down, the word "big brother" came out of her mouth, Zhou Fei had no idea. Chilled out.
Li Jinrong glared at her, "Do you know that he is the orphan of Prince Yide?"
"I know, Duan Wang, who runs away from home all the year round, usually wears a moustache, calls himself 'Qiansuiyou', and makes a living by selling small songs," Zhou Fei first explained Xie Yun in a few words, and then rolled her eyes. Looking at Li Jinrong's face, he tentatively said, "Although... um, he was very ill-fated when he crossed the Ximo River back then, but that was also running errands for others. This time, thanks to him..."
When Zhou Fei woke up, she didn't give a good account of what troubles she had made along the way, and half-heartedly thought of an outsider first.
Li Jinrong had always been worried that Zhou Fei was a bastard with a bad temper. She dared to say that if she turned her face, she would turn her face, not to mention that she would be able to marry in the future. She was dissatisfied with the world and had to recite Amitabha.
Who would have thought that this time, she had a solid feeling of what it means to "do not stay in the middle of a child".
Li Jinrong didn't know whether he should be relieved or depressed for a while. Several kinds of feelings went back and forth for a week, and the face of the head of Li's family was even darker than before.
Zhou Fei deftly swallowed the following words.
"He's gone." Li Jinrong said, "Wen Yu was also looking for him, but he didn't alert the sentry, and probably left from the Ximo River."
Zhou Fei: "What!"
"What are you calling?" Li Jinrong first reprimanded her, then she stood up again, walked back and forth in the room a few steps, reached out and pressed her eyebrows, and said, "The orphan of the first prince—do you know what this status means? "
Zhou Fei: "..."
Li Jinrong: "Back then, in order to win people's hearts again when Dazhao went to the south, the banner used was 'orthodox', and the four characters 'Zhao's orthodoxy' were the first team of the emperor. But if we talk about this, it is actually the one of Prince Yide. It's more reasonable than it is today. So far, Zhao Yuan has not dared to explicitly say that he will pass the throne to his son in the future."
Zhou Fei's eyes rolled around, she was thinking about something else at first glance, but she didn't listen at all.
Li Jinrong's forehead jumped "suddenly": "Zhou Fei!"
"I know," Zhou Fei said hurriedly and obediently, "I haven't thanked someone for saving my life."
Li Jinrong: "..."
For some reason, Zhou Fei didn't talk back to her with her neck stuck, she was not used to it.
Li Jinrong was prepared to reprimand her, but seeing Zhou Fei's obedience, she couldn't help but feel haggard. She was clearly trying to beat her spirits, but she didn't say a word. Suddenly, she felt that her little girl had grown up. Li Jinrong's stern eyes softened unconsciously, a little relieved, but also a little at a loss: "Forget it, you should rest first, after two days, you will be better, and then explain to me what you did on the road."
Zhou Fei got up properly and sent her off.
"Really sensible." Li Jinrong thought to herself, pressed Zhou Fei's uninjured left shoulder, and walked quickly—she still had a lot of trivial matters to deal with.
The "sensible" Zhou Fei kept watching Li Jinrong until she was sure that she was far away, then she jumped up, turned around and grabbed Wangchun Mountain, thought about it, and put Wu Chuchu's silk cloth in her arms, a gust of wind It seemed that she jumped out from the back courtyard wall—before she got angry, she almost slapped her feet when she landed. Zhou Fei gritted her teeth and ran furtively towards the guest room in the Forty-Eight Village.
When Wu Chuchu came to Shuzhong for the first time, she was sitting in the yard in a daze, full of thoughts, when suddenly a figure passed by in the yard, making her scream on the spot.
Zhou Fei: "It's me."
Wu Chuchu patted her chest hard: "Scared me to death... How is your injury? I went to see you today, but... "
Zhou Fei didn't answer, she casually took out the silk cloth bag and stuffed it into Wu Chuchu, while jumping up on her wall and looking around.
Wu Chuchu: "...what are you doing?"
"Looking for someone." Zhou Fei asked absently while looking at a row of small courtyards nearby and the small bamboo building on the mountain, "Are all the guest rooms here?"
Wu Chuchu raised his head, and before he had time to answer, a man entered the door and shouted, "Who is it!"
Li Yan was stimulated and worked hard. She dragged her brother to ask for advice for a long time. At first, Li Sheng tried his best to teach him, but he found out that this person was a rotten tree that could not be carved. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he threw his sleeves away and was disgusted by his brother Li Dazhuang. He was swearing and gesturing blindly when he suddenly heard a laugh. When he turned around, he found that it was Yang Jin's black charcoal.
Li Yan's new hatred and old hatred flooded into her heart together, and she immediately challenged Yang Jin without knowing what to do. Yang Jin was too lazy to pay attention to her, so she turned her head and left, Li Yan was entangled, and followed him all the way to the guest room.
It was inconvenient for Yang Jin to break into the eldest lady's yard like her, holding the Broken Wild Goose Saber and frowning to the door in case of an accident.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he met Zhou Fei's gaze.
Li Yan raised her head and said, "Sister, the wall in your own yard is not enough for you to climb, so you come here to go to the room?"
Zhou Fei ignored it. When she saw Yang Jin, a bad idea suddenly appeared in her heart.
The fifth volume is ten thousand volumes of poems and thousands of wines