It was near the end of February when Xia Chu and Bian Ding arrived, and when they left, they once again entered the dense forest with beautiful scenery. The original new grass was only two or three inches long, withered yellow mixed with mottled green. Now it is only just three months old. , has become a piece of green, the grass has not grown enough.
When the wind blows, one layer of light green and one layer of dark green gradually change.
When they come, they have to be careful to avoid snakes, insects, rats, ants, poisonous weeds and poisonous branches.
When Bian Ding left, he discovered that all the poisonous things had avoided them on their own, and even the vine branches that loved to entangle people could not avoid them.
At this time, Xia Chu would always rub the piece of Wang Yue Ling he wore on his waist with a thoughtful look on his face.
Yue Fengwan knew that she had the ability to pass through the poisonous jungle, but he still gave her the Wanyue Order in order to reduce her trouble.
In the late spring of March, the dense forest, with green mountains in the distance and flowers blooming everywhere, was far more dreamlike than before, like a fairyland with a sea of flowers.
At the beginning of Xia, the leisurely elegance was no longer the same as when he came. Except for picking the half-blooming lotus he occasionally encountered, he even lost interest in the spiritual herbs that he had packed in a bag full before.
When they came, they could only pick fruit with insect eyes along the way to satisfy their hunger. When they left, Xia Chu's bags were filled with food from the Fengcheng market.
However, when Xia Chu was hungry, she would often stare blankly at her favorite food, and she would not know why. It was obvious that she had such a sad look on her face, and she did not dare to ask.
The two of them were obviously walking side by side, but since the few words they exchanged at the city gate for the first time, they have never exchanged words in the past few days.
After driving for another seven days in a row, we finally left the Western Region on March 9 and arrived at Jincheng.
Before entering Fengcheng, Xia Chu took out two sets of clothes from his luggage and Bian Ding put them on respectively. Bian Ding thought that the ragged clothes they wore when they first entered Fengcheng worried Xia Chu's memory, so he prepared two sets of clothes.
The strange thing was that after changing, he discovered that these two sets of clothes were actually Xiao Guo's tailoring styles. That night he followed Xia Chu on a night tour of Fengcheng, and he had never seen any ready-made clothing store selling Xiao Guo's clothes.
Xia Chu took off her red skirt and put on a blue robe, returning to the elegant and elegant young man she used to be.
It's just that the originally beautiful face seemed to have become a little more restrained after traveling through the Western Regions, and it never showed up again.
After entering the territory of Jicheng, Bian Ding disappeared silently. Yang Jing, a subordinate sent by Gu Weiyi, had been waiting for Xia Chu at the border for many days. When he saw him, he quickly led the carriage and stepped forward, holding his hands in a gesture. A thick stack of letters.
Xia Chu originally wanted to ride a horse, but when he saw the letter Yang Kyung took off the carriage, he gave up the plan and got on the carriage instead.
The carriage and horses moved along, and the afternoon sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the windows as the carriage moved.
Occasionally, a ray of light shone on Xia Chu's face, and even the golden light could not dispel the gloomy look on his face.
A letter from the capital about Zhao Xingwen's death made Xia Chu, who was already in a heavy mood, look even more gloomy.
In this thick pile, apart from the good news that Xiao Mubai quelled the rebellion in Liang Dynasty and King Mo's army was victorious, the only thing worth mentioning as a good thing is Bingwen's letter in which he suspected that Su Qianan was Xianli's brother. .
Because Xia Chu had already learned from Su Qianle that Su Qian'an was not her biological brother, he was more certain than anyone else about Bingwen's guess.
Bingwen was just doubtful, after all, it was a fact that Su Qianan and Su Qianle were brothers and sisters, but Xia Chu was filled with emotion. While he lamented the fate of people, he also felt pity for this poor woman Xianli.
If Su Qian'an is really her brother, Xian Li still has a relative still alive.
It's just that Su Qianle never told what was special about the bronze medal until her death, and she didn't know what the so-called number was engraved on.
Xia Chu leaned on the couch in the car, curled up, and after reading all the letters, his mind suddenly went blank.
He stared motionlessly at the curtain of the car that was beating in the bumps. Although it was a thick brocade curtain, the warm spring sunshine from outside still faintly filtered in. As the curtain beat, the light fluctuated slightly and fell on him.
Xia Chu stretched out his hand and held up a ray of light. His five fingers were reflected and turned red. It also reminded him of Yue Feng's face that was calm and lowered. His eyelashes reflected a hazy shadow in the slightly swaying sunlight, half-covered. He looked moved.
"Little Marquis, we're here." Yang Jin's soft call interrupted Xia Chu's trance.
After he opened the car door, he saw Yang Jin bowing his head and raising his arms in a respectful gesture. He couldn't help but be distracted by the sun again, and remembered Yue Fengwan's slightly tilted head jokingly: "I am weak, why don't you give me a hand?" Bundle?"
He tried to suppress his breathing, as if he was afraid that as soon as he took a breath, something would burst into his heart.
Yue Feng Tuan died, and Zhao Xingwen also died, but Xiao Yanjun and Li Fei, the most damned ones, were still alive and well, causing trouble in Fengwu.
He was responsible for Yue Fengwan's death, but for Zhao Xingwen's death, someone should let him settle a debt. Hatred quickly gathered in his dazed mind. Xia Chu did not take Yang Jin's arm and gently helped the car. He jumped off the carriage.
"Where is Gu Weiyi?"
"If you're not in the main tent, you're training in the martial arts field." Yang Jin replied respectfully. Seeing that he was very interested in her, he had to take the initiative to continue: "The military camp has iron walls. It's better for my subordinates to lead the young marquis to find them."
When Xia Chu heard this, he nodded slightly and followed Yang Jing as he walked away.
The spring day is high and the sunshine is already very strong.
As expected, the Gu family army was well guarded as Yang Jin said. Near the end of the first two months of summer, they even came here before leaving for the Western Regions.
At that time, Gu Weiyi had just captured Jicheng, and the military discipline was not as strict as it is now, but now everyone walking in the military camp held their heads high and held their breaths.
There are countless guards in the entire military camp, but you can still hear a pin drop.
It wasn't until they approached the martial arts field that the sound of uniform military training came from the distance.
Gu Weiyi stood on the overlook and saw Yang Jing's figure with a casual glance. He hurriedly got off the overlook and faced Xia Chu.
"I hope your boy is back." Gu Weiyi called to him from afar, and when he got close, he was ready to give him a warm hug.
Xia Chu frowned and put her hand on his chest. Without any greetings, she said with a solemn expression: "The battle situation in Fengwu is not good. Take me to your tent to write in handwriting and bring my Blazing Wings with you."
Gu Weiyi ordered Yang Jin to go get the horse and led him towards the main account. As he walked, he asked, "Are we going to set off immediately?"
Xia Chu handed the bag on his shoulder to it, and there was only half a lotus left in it: "Crush half a plant every day and eat it raw when the green tiller breaks out. Gu Xingyun's condition may be improved."
(End of chapter)