Cheng Lei looked at him worriedly: "How come you have changed into a completely different person in the past few years? Even I find it... scary."
He said: "Because of you, I haven't experienced what it's like not to cry."
Fu Yunxi occasionally thinks of that little girl. That afternoon, she accidentally broke into the time when he was most helpless and angry in his life. She made a fuss, but it also dissipated a lot of his sadness. That colorful fish, the unsent farewell memorial, actually seemed like a promise, making him even more brave and invincible on the battlefield.
People always have concerns.
When he returned in triumph with one hundred thousand elite troops, he was still sitting on the horse as before. Seeing the city gate open and the people cheering, he felt a little sad in his heart.
After all, he is no longer the heroic young man he once was.
In the red plum forest at the palace banquet, he accidentally met a little girl. She approached him at the critical moment, but he didn't know that she was more dangerous than the danger itself.
The little girl's bun looked familiar, until she raised her head and revealed her bright eyes as always, her open facial features gradually blurred, and finally they merged into a small face that was crying.
Seven years later, on a snowy day, he finally saw this little girl again. The ugly girl who loved to cry back then had crooked eyebrows and slightly raised corners of her mouth, looking at everything in front of her mockingly and coldly. His eyes are still as clear as streams, but they are not unable to reflect the simplicity of all things in the world, but they can read countless vicissitudes of life.
His heart was crying, so why wasn't she
He stood in the dark, watching her every move quietly. That little girl looked at the slander and frame-up with a cold eye, smiled sweetly, and was clever with her skills. She retaliated with tooth and beat her enemies, leaving them helpless. She seems to have stopped crying and always looks at everything with a smile.
He is no longer the young man who has everything written on his face, and she is no longer the girl who hides her tears secretly.
Time changes everything, but it seems like nothing has changed.
He had an idea to take her under his wing. He could cry freely, and he didn't have to smile if he didn't want to.
Fu Yunxi remembered that he owed her a farewell memorial, and now that he was back, he gave her a Lantian fishtail hairpin in return, and stretched out his hand to her under the moonlight.
"My princess."
Three days later.
Han Yan decided to go to the village in the east of the city again.
There are many things that have yet to be revealed. If Abi can tell the truth, that would be the best. If not... then she can only use some secret means.
As the carriage drove on the bumpy road in the east of the city, Han Yan stretched out two fingers to rub his forehead. It seemed that it was Concubine Chen's birthday soon in his memory. He did not attend the birthday of Concubine Chen in the previous life. But in this life, with the name of Princess Xuanqing, it's hard not to think about it. The time is now getting closer to the day when Zhuang Hanming's accident happens, so we must be cautious in everything. Nowadays, the two Zhou sisters increasingly regard themselves as a thorn in their side. Together with Wei Rufeng and the seventh prince, the situation is extremely difficult.
After thinking about it, they arrived at the entrance of the village. Han Yan and Ji Lanshuhong jumped out of the carriage. As soon as they landed, they felt a cold wind with the smell of blood blowing towards their faces.
The smell was so strong that Ji Lan felt nauseous immediately. Seeing Han Yan's expression tightening, he knew that something serious might have happened, so he said, "Miss, Shu Hong and I will go in first and take a look..."
Han Yan shook his head: "Let's go in together." Having said that, his fingers were already embedded in his palms, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Sure enough, after walking a few steps, I saw a man with a backpack lying on the ground not far from the village entrance, covered in blood and covered with knife marks.
Ji Lan ran over, hesitated, pushed the man, and turned around: "Miss, he is dead."
Han Yan took a few steps closer and saw that the man was dressed in ordinary clothes and seemed to be a villager from this village. He had an obvious stab wound on his body, which was deeply cut on his waist and blood was flowing all over the floor. His expression was horrified. , eyes wide open, as if he didn't expect that he would die suddenly before he died.
Han Yan's fingers were stained with the man's blood, and he slowly stood up and walked towards the village. As soon as he got closer, he saw a tragic scene of hell on earth.
There was blood everywhere and dead people everywhere. The old man who returned from cutting the herbs died in front of his house. The woman holding the child had her throat cut with a knife. No one in the village could escape. They were all dead villagers. The water in the well was covered with blood. dyed red. There was deathly silence all around, except for the domestic animals that were being fed. They didn't understand what was happening and kept their heads down to eat.
Everyone in this village was brutally killed!
Han Yan clenched his fists, and Ji Lan covered his mouth: "It's too cruel, who did it?"
Shu Hong was a little worried: "Miss, I'm afraid those people haven't gone far yet and it's dangerous here. Should we..."
Han Yan pushed her hand away and walked into the innermost room.
Abi's door was wide open. As soon as Han Yan entered, he saw Abi lying on her back. She was still holding a pair of embroidery in her hand, and the blood on her body dyed the embroidery red. Apparently he was embroidering a new piece of embroidery before he died. The room seemed to have been rummaged through, the drawers were wide open and it looked disorganized.
Ji Lan whispered: "What's going on?"
Han Yan felt extremely exhausted and shook his head. Looking back at Abi's body lying in a pool of blood, she found that the corners of her mouth were curled up, like a smile of relief. She also thought that after she had relieved herself of the burden of so many years, she would be able to relax from now on.
Han Yan found that one of her hands was holding the embroidery tightly with a strange posture.
Even if he embroidered before his death, how could he still hold on to the embroidery so tightly and refuse to let go after being assassinated? It is too abnormal. Han Yan's heart moved, and she bent down to pull the thing in her hand.
After finally pulling it out, I found that it was a handkerchief, but not embroidery. The handkerchief was smooth and delicate, unlike ordinary brocade. Abi had lived in poverty for so many years, so how could she own such a delicate handkerchief.
Without having time to take a few more glances, Han Yan put the handkerchief into his sleeve and said to Ji Lan, "Let's go back immediately."
Ji Lan pointed at Abi's body: "Then these people..."
Han Yan was silent for a moment: "In a while, you can find someone to report to the official."
Ji Lan nodded.
This time the carriage stayed for a very short time. Ji Lan couldn't bear it any longer in the carriage. He looked at Han Yan and said, "Miss... why do you think those people wanted to kill all the people in the village? Is it because of us..." Han Yan a few days ago Yan Gang visited this village once and was massacred soon after. It's hard not to connect the two things. What's the connection
Han Yan lowered his eyes: "Yes."
Ji Lan opened his mouth, saw Han Yan's expression, and swallowed again. He heard Han Yan's voice ringing in his ears: "They were afraid that Abi would say something. Abi's worry was indeed wrong. Now they actually massacred A person from a village should not be discovered by us."
(End of chapter)