After leaving the persimmon forest, the boy's footsteps were slow and steady at first.
But as he walked, he started to run, staggered forward, stepped on a stone suddenly, and fell to the ground with a "thump", and the Qingqing sword was also thrown aside with a "bang".
Embarrassed.
The ghost dragon jade lit up slightly, and the black mist slowly diffused from the boy's body. The ghost dragon's red and golden eyes stared at the boy. It recalled everything it had just seen, and felt that something was wrong with the boy. After a while, he asked : "Why so impulsive?"
Ye Ze lay on the ground, slowly covering his face with his hands, warm tears slowly sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
"he… "
The ghost dragon's misty body wrapped around the boy, "What are you running from?"
Ye Ze turned over and lay flat on the ground, his eyes still wet with tears, staring blankly at the stars.
In fact, there was no need to go to that step.
There's no need to be so harsh.
But…
Ye Ze looked at his hand tremblingly.
Before, the hand that was pinching Xia Wuyin's neck.
When fighting with Xia Wuyin, Ye Ze was not sure because of what he saw in Baimeng Cave, and deliberately rubbed "his" neck.
At that time, instead of rubbing against his Adam's apple, he was countered by Xia Wuyin.
Because I'm not sure... so—
but.
When finally pinching the lifeline's neck.
Also no... Adam's apple.
Ye Ze's body began to tremble slightly. He slammed his hand on the face, covered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "He didn't... He didn't... "
Everything in Baimeng Cave, the terrifying dream where the girl's and "his" faces overlapped.
Ye Ze couldn't go on anymore, he felt that every word he said was a lingering insult to himself, a bloody step closer to the truth.
The slightest possibility seemed so hideous.
Well, unacceptable.
so.
He covered his face, thinking of Xia Wuyin's unbelievable look just now, only to feel a pang of pain in his heart.
He is, cowardly.
That thing, he couldn't accept it, the slightest possibility.
==
The "prison robbery" incident was calmed down by Gu Peijiu's use of connections.
Half a month later, the mountain prison.
Qin Yue leaned against the stone wall, clutching the bell, but the young Sen Han's eyes still lingered in her mind, as well as the sword that was swung towards her but was blocked.
She looked at the heavy black iron chain on her wrist, and then her gaze slowly moved down to the bell in her hand.
Knock the devil...
Qin Yue closed her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.
She thought she was not afraid of death.
The result is nothing more than that.
If it was before, at that level, she would not be afraid at all. Just now...
For no reason, that child... She must have brought it here on purpose.
Ha, Su Chuan, that's a good calculation.
Just want to force her.
Qin Yue stared at the bell for a while, and finally closed her eyes, as if she had compromised.
… whatever.
She leaned against the stone wall and struck the wall with the chain with her backhand, once, twice, three times.
After knocking, she waited quietly for a while.
After a while, a swaying little red-clothed puppet climbed up the high iron window, grabbed the iron fence with two small hands, leaned over and looked down, the painted face showed a face to Qin Yue who was leaning against the wall. Shallow smile.
"Have you thought about it?"
The little puppet's enchanting voice was exactly Su Tan.
Qin Yue has no expression on her face: "I think about it."
Back Mountain.
The girl in red closed her eyes, rubbed her bone flute, her thoughts were immersed in the little puppet, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised: "I like smart people."
Qin Yue said, "I don't believe you."
Su Chuan chuckled lightly, "But you..."
She paused, and her red lips spat out four words lightly.
"Fear of death."
"While alive, who wants to die for no reason." Qin Yue laughed at himself, squeezed the bell tightly, and said, "You promised me before, you must do it."
"As long as you can give me what I want." Su Zan held his chin, and the little puppet on the iron window sat down, holding his chin and looking down at Qin Yue: "Nothing is a problem."
Qin Yue closed her eyes and opened them again, "you tried so hard to dig me out of here, should I also show you something?"
Su Chuan made a syllable with an inexplicable meaning, "Oh?"
"The third picture." Qin Yue stood up slowly, the iron chains rattled, and the shabby prison clothes swayed, slowly revealing the stone wall that was blocked by her.
On the wall, a palm-sized area was densely painted with complex spiritual patterns and formations. Her eyes were silent, "South, Ghost Island."
Back Mountain.
Su Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp color in his long and narrow eyes.
After Qin Yue finished speaking, he wiped off the pattern bit by bit. The guard heard the movement and came over to look, but in a dark shadow, the woman's head was leaning against the wall, her eyes were closed, and she looked like she had no spirit.
"… be honest."
The guard glared at her and left.
After the guard left, Qin Yue opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes.
= =
the next day.
The mountain prison was robbed.
Jianfeng was shocked, but he still tried his best to hide the news.
Three days later, the news was leaked, and there was an uproar.
When the news reached Xia Ge's ears, she was reading the formation book in the alchemy class. As Danfeng's youngest commander and a Xuan-level alchemist, the master also changed from hitting or scolding to scolding. Close one eye.
As she was reading the book, Mao Qing slowly threw a ball of paper at her.
The paper ball rolled on the table, because the roll was very loose, it was released directly when rolling, and a marzipan rolled out of the paper ball.
Xia Ge knew that this was the new marzipan from Jinjiang Sugar Shop.
Xia Ge glanced at her.
Mao Qing smiled brightly, made her a "new style" by mouth shape, and then pointed to the note, indicating that there were words on the note.
Xia Ge looked at Candy, then at Mao Qing who was smiling, and finally picked up the note wrapped in Candy.
On the back wrapped in sugar, the words "Latest Gossip" are written in small letters.
Xia Ge twitched the corners of his mouth and turned the note over.
The content on the back of the note made her a little uncomfortable.
"—Jianfeng Mountain Prison was robbed."
Eight words, I know each of them separately, and together, Xia Ge feels that the amount of information is a bit large.
Jianfeng Mountain Prison... Qin Yue! !
After class, Xia Ge put the note on Mao Qing's desk, "How did you know?"
Mao Qing held her chin, "This matter has been spread long ago, everyone knows it."
Xia Ge: "… "
Xia Ge immediately thought of Ye Ze.
- "Following the rules can only be crushed by the rules, and only by being surprising can you win."
... No, it can't be him, Ye Ze grows up as the male protagonist, it's impossible to rob a prison silently in half a month, and if it's him, it can't be a prison robbery, he is so impulsive, killing on the spot is the best way possible.
Xia Ge asked Mao Qing, "Who was robbed?"
Mao Qing blinked: "I don't know about this."
Then the corners of his lips twitched, "You care a lot."
Xia Ge gave a "tsk" and covered it at will, "I am the commander of Danfeng, so of course I have to pay attention."
"Oh~ that's it." Mao Qing tilted her head to look at her, and suddenly said, "Are you still angry?"
Xia Ge: "... why am I angry?"
Mao Qing said: "I told the senior sister about your love letter."
After a pause, he clapped his hands again, and added, "Well, accidentally."
Xia Ge: "...It's fine, I don't mind."
"That candy should be regarded as my apology." Mao Qing bent her eyes and held her chin. "If you want to forgive me, you have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no chance."
Xia Ge: "… "
Although he felt something was wrong, Xia Ge asked subconsciously, "Why is there no chance?"
"Because... Well, I'm probably going to go out for a long trip recently." Mao Qing said casually, "I was packing my things at home a few days ago and found the token my mother left me... Said that I have a distant relative in the south."
Xia Ge: "You're not staying at Danfeng anymore?"
Mao Qing looked at her sideways, suddenly smiled, and said inexplicably, "I'm not staying here, shouldn't you be happy?"
Regarding Mao Qing, she was a little suspicious out of intuition, and felt that some of Mao Qing's reactions were not quite right, but after testing it before, she couldn't find anything wrong with Mao Qing's reactions. Doubt turns to doubt, half a month has passed, Mao Qing's reaction is still normal, because there is no concrete evidence, Xia Ge also let go, but out of instinct, she will occasionally spy on it quietly.
But... no evidence at all.
If it is the real Mao Qing, then her spying looks really hurt.
Xia Ge scratched his head: "Why, you misunderstood - I didn't blame you for what happened before, when will you come back?"
"Maybe very soon, a few months." Mao Qing said casually: "Maybe very slowly, a few years, or... a dozen years."
Xia Ge: "...You've become more and more joking recently."
Mao Qing curved the corners of her lips: "I think so too."
Xia Ge said: "Anyway, the journey is smooth sailing."
Mao Qing: "According to your auspicious words."
= =
Chang'an.
Chu family ancestral hall.
Chu Yao looked at the tall figure in front of her.
Her father, the current head of the Chu family, Chu Zhan.
The sword of Chu, embroidered with golden dragons, was quietly hung behind the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors of the Chu family, and the light was dim and invisible.
The two stood one after the other, standing and kneeling, facing the ancestors of the Chu family.
After a long time, Chu Zhan opened his mouth.
"Do you know why I called you back?"
Chu Yao bowed her head and said, "My daughter is ineffective."
Chu Zhan said, "You know that's just an excuse."
The tide of evil spirits in Kuzhu Village and their ineffectiveness are indeed just an excuse.
Chu Yao lowered her head, neither humble nor arrogant: "Daughter dare not speak lightly."
Chu Zhan sighed lightly, looked at Chu Dao offering sacrifices to the spirit, and after a while, said: "... You must have heard about the Chang family getting the glory of the sky."
Chu Yao responded.
"Chang's family is increasingly competing with my Chu family. Now that they have the charm of ancient clothes, they will be even more arrogant." Chu Zhan said.
Chu Yao: "They won't be arrogant for long."
Chu Zhan shook his head and said nothing.
Chu Yao frowned slightly: "...Father?"
Could it be that her Chu family has a century-old foundation, and she is still afraid of a small family that is still young and uses chicken feathers as arrows? !
"This dress... has protected the prosperity of our clan for five hundred years." Chu Zhan didn't answer her, just looked at the Chu Dao sacrifice to the spirit, and muttered, "But for five hundred years, no one in my clan can make it surrender. ."
Chu Yao was slightly startled.
"It can only be intimidated, not to fight." Chu Zhan sighed, "Do you know why?"
Chu Yao said: "Because the sacrifice to the spirit recognizes the master, except for the King of Chu, there is no one..."
"Do not."
Chu Zhan interrupted her.
Chu Yao was taken aback.
"Recognizing the master is just a statement to you." Chu Zhan said, "You are about the same age, it is time to accept some affairs of the Chu family. Naturally, I have to tell you some things."
Chu Yao bowed her head and listened.
However, the moment he heard the content, he raised his head again, almost thinking he heard it wrong—
her father said.
"Chu Dao Sacrifice Spirit..."
"Originally, it was the wedding dress that the King of Chu made for himself."
In the dark of night, Chu Yao stared blankly at the snow-white Chu Dao sacrificial spirit with only a lifelike golden dragon. She never imagined that this mourning dress would be the wedding dress that the King of Chu made for him back then.
"... So?" Chu Yao's voice was a little difficult.
Chu Zhan also looked at the clothes behind the tablet with a complicated look, "So, it may be waiting."
what is it waiting for
Chu Zhan didn't say anything, and Chu Yao didn't ask.
But she vaguely knew what her father wanted to say.
He might want to say...
This dress, waiting for a reason.
A reason to see the light of day again.
Perhaps this reason has nothing to do with the legacy of the King of Chu who killed himself five hundred years ago, and it has nothing to do with this family, the rise and fall of five hundred years of ups and downs.
The people have gone, but the old clothes are still there.
Chu Zhan turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall with a faint voice: "Don't go back to Lingxi Peak, just follow me and start handling family affairs tomorrow."
"Yes."