Disaster For the Country · Return Journey - Chapter 10

Qiu Jiang narrowed her eyes and looked at the villa in front of her—

The fence is extremely high, the log gate is not painted, and the four characters “Taohe Mountain Villa” are written on the plaque, which is written by the Prime Minister Feng Letian.

The thin snow has not yet melted, and when it is blown by the mountain wind, it feels like a knife is scratching the surface.

Qiu Jiang couldn’t help rubbing her hands, and said to herself that it was so cold, that she deserved to be a “cold” palace for abandoned wives.

Feng Xiaoya’s concubines were all sent to Yunmeng Mountain within a few days after they married, so what kind of place is Yunmeng Mountain? Are those concubines still living there? Or did you change your appearance and seek new life?

No matter what, she won’t be able to escape from Yujing for a while. If she wants to hide somewhere, Taohe Villa is a good choice.

After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Therefore, she found Yunmeng Mountain. Unexpectedly, the entrance to the mountain was in Wanyu Forest, the royal hunting ground, guarded by the emperor’s guards, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter.

It took Qiu Jiang a lot of effort to lure those people away, and took the opportunity to go up the mountain. After wandering around in front of the villa for a while, seeing that no one was guarding him, he jumped over the wall and entered.

The courtyard inside the wall is very large, and only one kind of tree—pine tree is planted. Otherwise, it is barren and the scenery is bleak, far from the exquisite garden of Caomuju Honglou Waterfall.

Qiu Jiang waited patiently for a long time, and finally saw an old man passing by with a basket.

The old man was short and fat, and coughed from time to time. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat while walking in such a cold weather. Qiu Jiang followed.

I saw him come to the hut in the northeast corner, open the door, and there is a kitchen inside.

The fat old man opened the basket, took out a handful of fennel, a few eggs, and a bag of millet, and started cooking.

Qiu Jiang looked at it for a while, saw nothing unusual, and left again.

The villa is very large, divided into eight courtyards. Qiu Jiang checked one by one, and found that the rooms were all empty, and those concubines were indeed not here.

Finally, she circled back to the kitchen, and the pot was already exuding a strong aroma of eggs fried with fennel.

The fat old man came out with a short table and placed it under the eaves of the door, and brought out two cushions.

Seeing this, Qiu Jiang became alarmed. Just as he was about to retreat, the fat old man said, “I’m a guest from afar, let’s leave after a meal.”

Qiu Jiang didn’t move and held her breath.

The fat old man put eggs and fried fennel on a plate, spooned two more bowls of rice, took two pairs of chopsticks, and arranged them on the table, then sat down and continued to wipe his head with a sweat towel.

When Qiu Jiang saw this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked out from the shadow where he was hiding.

The fat old man smiled at her. He has a very kind round face, and he looks like a Maitreya when he smiles. Therefore, Qiu Jiang guessed his identity.

She sat down opposite this man.

The fat old man stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and started to eat.

Seeing that he was eating very deliciously, Qiu Jiang felt that since he came, he would be safe, so he also put down his chopsticks.

As soon as the food is in the mouth, the tip of the tongue is bright.

Qiu Jiang was shocked. I didn’t expect such a simple dish to be so delicious!

“Want to know the trick?” the fat old man asked her with a smile.

“Appreciate further details.”

“Add wine.” The fat old man took out a pot of wine from behind and shook it, “Two drops will fill the whole plate with fragrance.”

Qiu Jiang stared at the jug of wine.

The fat old man smiled again: “Come on?”

“I’ll get a glass.” Qiu Jiang rushed into the kitchen and pulled out two wine glasses. She has always been active when it comes to drinking.

The fat old man **** her up. The two raised their glasses and drank each other.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, his eyes became brighter. Qiu Jiang praised: “This is the wine! What you need is this burning energy.”

“That’s right! Do it!” The fat old man drank in one gulp, then coughed again, explaining while coughing, “I have a bad throat, I cough when I drink.”

Just as Qiu Jiang was about to speak, he said again: “If you persuade me to quit drinking, I won’t invite you to drink.”

Qiu Jiang laughed: “Persuading people to quit drinking is like telling people to divorce their wives. I won’t do such an unsightly thing.”

The fat old man was very happy to hear that, and immediately raised his glass again: “Well said! Toast!”

Qiu Jiang raised his neck and drank it in one mouthful, and then ate a chopstick dish. He only felt that life was comfortable, and there was nothing better than this.

“Daughter-in-law, I heard that my son has been looking for you.” The fat old man said casually while coughing.

Qiu Jiang’s eyes flickered slightly, and he laughed: “Yes, father-in-law.”

This Maitreya-like man with a smiling face is none other than the father of Dayan’s number one official—Feng Letian—Feng Xiaoya.

“Want to go back?”

“Not much.”

Feng Letian gave her a full hand: “Can you ask why?”

“He doesn’t sleep with me.”

Feng Letian suddenly coughed violently, but this time, he choked on the wine.

Qiu Jiang looked at him with a smile.

Feng Letian managed to let go of his breath, and sighed: “It is indeed my son’s fault. His body… hey.”

“What disease does he have?”

“Poisoned.”

Qiu Jiang was taken aback—she was actually asking casually, and she didn’t expect Feng Letian to tell her. After all, as to what kind of disease Feng Xiaoya has, and why she can still practice martial arts after being so sick, Ruyimen has not been able to figure it out after many years of investigation.

He didn’t expect Feng Letian to answer straight away, let alone that he was poisoned!

“Don’t tell me it’s bone fusion disease?”

“Forget it. His mother was poisoned when she was pregnant with him. His mother desperately gave birth to him and left. The toxin had penetrated into his bone marrow when he was born, and he couldn’t force it out. And as he grew older, his bones became weaker and weaker.” soft, and eventually paralyzed.”

Qiu Jiang stared at him: “Then… how was it cured?”

Feng Letian filled himself up, sipped the wine and said slowly: “I found six masters, injected six strands of internal force into his body at the same time, controlled the twelve main channels, and helped him walk…”

Qiu Jiang was stunned.

Feng Letian blinked: “Crazy?”

“Unheard of!”

“That’s right. At the beginning, everyone thought that my whimsy was impossible to realize. Xiaoya herself also thought it was impossible. Only one person believed that I could do it.”

“who?”

“A child. His surname is Jiang, his first name is Jiang. His name is Jiang Jiang.”

Qiu Jiang frowned, and said the name silently in her heart—Jiang Jiang? Why do you feel like you’ve heard it before?

“She was Xiaoya’s fiancée when she was a child.”

“Childhood?” Everyone knew that Feng Xiaoya’s later wife was Gong Xiaohui, not Jiang Jiang.

“Yes. She disappeared. On December 12, ten years ago, Xing Chuan, she got lost.” Feng Letian looked at her, but his gaze seemed to be looking at another person through her.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoya’s sad, pitiful, and desperate expression appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this look, Qiu Jiang’s heart beat suddenly, and an extremely absurd idea jumped into his mind. Because it was so absurd, his whole body was trembling involuntarily.

No, no, no!

impossible! !

***

December 12th is a special day in Yujing, Yan State.

Xingchuan on the outskirts of the city was frozen, and the people gathered by the river to carve ice, go to the market, and set off Kongming lanterns, praying for good weather in the coming year and everything being safe.

This custom started ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Feng Xiaoya, the only son of Prime Minister Feng Letian, was terminally ill and dying. After the news came out, people came here to pray for Feng Xiaoya.

That night, as many as a thousand people gathered on the Xingchuan River.

The next day, Feng Xiaoya’s illness miraculously improved.

Because of this chance, people felt that prayer had played a role, and one spread the word to ten, and then spread it to hundreds. Over time, everyone went to Xingchuan on December 12 to release Kongming lanterns.

During the period, some people really wished to achieve it, adding luster to the legend.

But for Feng Xiaoya, December 12th was a nightmare.

That night, his fiancee, Jiang Jiang, also went to Xingchuan with her family, but was dispersed by the crowd and disappeared.

Feng Letian has long wanted to retire, so the in-laws he chose for his son are also very ordinary. His grandfather is an imperial physician who retired from office, and his father opened a medicine hall in the capital. He has a daughter named Jiang Jiang, who is one year younger than Feng Xiaoya.

Jiang Jiang is very smart, and has been helping the family’s shop to collect medicines since he was seven years old. Because Feng Xiaoya was born with a stubborn illness, she took medicine all the year round, and when the pharmacy was too busy, she asked her daughter to deliver the medicine.

Once you come and go, you will know each other.

Feng Letian liked this lively and cheerful little girl very much, and once joked: “If my son recovers from illness, how about marrying you?”

Jiang Jiang answered yes.

After Jiang’s father heard about it, he hurriedly came to the door to plead guilty, claiming that Qi Dafei dared not climb high by chance. Jiang Jiang chased after him angrily, and said, “If a man doesn’t keep his word, how is he any different from an animal? Now that I’ve promised, Mr. Feng won’t marry me!”

Feng Letian was originally joking, but after Jiang’s father and daughter made such a fuss, it turned out to be true. Feng Letian said to Jiang’s father: “If my son recovers from illness, I will marry Jiang Jiang as my wife. If my son Fu Bo goes first, I will recognize Jiang Jiang as my daughter. When she dies, I will personally prepare a dowry and send her out of the court. “

Hearing this, Jiang Jiang turned his head and smiled brightly at Feng Xiaoya who was sitting silently by the side, showing his missing front teeth, which looked very funny.

But that image was seared in Feng Xiaoya’s mind for a long time.

It’s been ten years, and he actually doesn’t remember much about Jiang Jiang’s appearance, he only remembers the smile with two missing front teeth.

After Jiang Jiang disappeared, Feng Letian ordered a strict investigation, and finally caught a trafficker who claimed to have seen such a child, and was escorted to Chengguo on a blue and white boat.

Feng Letian sent many people secretly to Cheng Guo to look for Jiang Jiang, worried that once her identity was exposed, someone would take advantage of her, or if she was pushed too hard, the other party would simply silence her.

In this way, a year passed.

According to all kinds of clues, it is finally concluded that Jiang Jiang is not dead. Not only did he not die, but he became Mrs. Ruyi’s favorite disciple, and became the seventh child among the Ruyi Seven Treasures.

The spy who had been lurking in Ruyi Gate for many years seemed a little hesitant when he reported back, hesitating again and again: “She may be completely different from the person you are looking for.”

Ten years is enough for a child to become unrecognizable.

What’s more, Ruyimen is a hellish existence. People who can excel in such an environment can only be one kind of person—the bad guy among the bad guys.

Feng Xiaoya looked at the mountains of files in front of her, which contained what Qi’er had done over the years, although she only found part of it, it was shocking enough.

He was silent for a long time before saying word by word: “Even so, I will find her back.”

It was his fault that the Iraqi fell into a demon.

Since it was his fault, it should be broken by him.

***

Qiu Jiang took a sip of wine and the throat hurt like being cut by a knife.

After a long time, she managed to swallow the wine and said in a hoarse voice, “Do you think I am Jiang Jiang?”

“It’s not that. It’s that…you are.”

Qiu Jiang frowned, “Evidence?”

Feng Letian smiled: “Well… it’s almost time…”

“What?” As soon as Qiu Jiang finished asking, she felt something strange about her body, her face was itchy like bugs crawling. She couldn’t help stretching out her hand to scratch it lightly, and then found that there were densely packed small red spots growing on her hand. What’s this? !

“Jiang Jiang was only nine years old when he disappeared, and his appearance resembled yours. But there are many people in the world who resemble you. Fortunately, there is one thing that cannot be faked, and that is—Jiang Jiang can’t eat fennel. For her, fennel is wind. hair, food wind evil.”

Qiu Jiang looked at the red spot on her hand and felt that she was not well.

Feng Letian stared at her with kind and sad eyes: “We… have been looking for you for ten years.”

Qiu Jiang bowed her head and remained silent.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept it for a while, it’s okay, you can think about it here.” Feng Letian got up, took a few steps, and smiled back at her, “By the way, there is a cellar under the kitchen, and there are twenty altars hidden in it.” This kind of wine, if you want to drink it yourself.”

After speaking, he really left.

Qiu Jiang sat alone for a long time, she didn’t seem to think about anything, and she seemed to think a lot.

When she finally stood up, the sun had already set, and the dark curtain gradually infected the sky.

She came to the main house in the main courtyard and found the flint to light the candle. There are all kinds of daily necessities here, as Feng Letian said, it is indeed possible to live here and think slowly.

However, there were a bunch of booklets on the desk in the main room, and the cover of the topmost book was written with the words “Jiang Family of Yujing Fuchuntang”, clearly enticing her to read it.

Qiu Jiang sat down beside the case, picked up the manual with a candle and opened it, which recorded Jiang Jiang’s life.

Jiang Jiang, his grandfather, Jiang Jing, came from the same family as the Jiang Huai family in the Bi Guo Tai Hospital. He has studied medicine for generations, but his talent is limited and his medical skills are mediocre. I opened a Fuchuntang pharmacy. Jiang Yun had a daughter, whose wife died young, and Jiang Yun was busy, so he neglected to discipline her.

The handbook records some pharmacists’ comments on Jiang Jiang, most of which are “wild”.

“Miss is very courageous. You must do what you are not allowed to do, and you must touch the medicine that you are not allowed to touch. Once, out of curiosity, she ate hydrangea by mistake, and her stomach hurts like twisting, rolling all over the floor! After recovering from the illness, she still does not change. He still tried various things, and said confidently: “Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs, and everyone praised him, why did I taste all kinds of herbs, but was punished?””

“Miss is very clever. One year, pears were sold in my hometown, and farmers in the village bought pear seeds one after another. She advised my father not to follow suit, but to plant willow trees instead. Sure enough, the pear harvest was bumper the next year, and my father sold willow branches for the farmers in the village. Weaving baskets and storing pears earns a lot of money. When the shopkeeper knew about it, he asked the young lady why he persuaded people to plant willows. She said: “My father used to buy medicinal materials. Whenever a certain medicine has a high yield, the price will drop. Rare things are more expensive. Everyone grows pears. In the coming year, there will be a flood of pears, and the baskets will not be enough.’ The shopkeeper felt that she had a talent for doing business, so he appreciated her very much, and became more indulgent. Since then, the young lady has become more daring and reckless…”

“Miss ridicules all kinds of people who come to the shop to buy medicine on credit. It is freezing cold, and merchants discuss commoner porridge, but she always refuses. Everyone laughs at her. But when my father was seriously ill, she stole a mountain The ginseng was delivered to my house. My father relied on ginseng to hang his life and finally survived the disaster. The shopkeeper found out that the ginseng was missing, and he was furious and investigated thoroughly. The other guys revealed that I stole it. She took it. The shopkeeper whipped her ten canes in front of everyone… Miss’s kindness is unforgettable, my poor lady…”

“Miss went to the prime minister’s mansion to deliver medicine, and when she came back, she said she was going to marry Mr. Feng. We all thought she was joking, but we didn’t expect that Mr. Prime Minister actually came to propose marriage! The shopkeeper was very unhappy because the young master of Feng’s family was sick. Yes, he looks like he will die at any time. When I asked the lady why she wanted to marry him, the lady said that Mr. Feng’s illness was very interesting, and she wanted to accompany her to record it. If she can be cured, she will be a unique miracle doctor! By the way, Miss I have always wanted to be a doctor, the reason is ‘it is very useful to see patients desperately begging themselves’…”

The little girl named Jiang Jiang was pieced together from different populations in thick books.

Bold and action-oriented, with a smart mind and a seemingly out-of-the-ordinary personality, he is actually resolute and a little wicked.

Ask yourself, it’s really like yourself.

Qiu Jiang looked at Jiang Jiang’s life and saw how Feng’s father and son found her in the past ten years. It is not an exaggeration to say “spend all the family’s wealth and spend half a lifetime”. If she hadn’t married a capable and profitable Gong Xiaohui later on, she would have been unable to make ends meet with the prime minister’s salary alone.

The clues are very fragmented and pieced together, all pointing the finger at Qi’er. Qi’er is very likely to be Jiang Jiang.

The most important thing is…

Qiu Jiang raised her arm, the red spots came and went quickly, but after a while, they faded away completely.

Wind evil when encountering fennel – Jiang Jiang’s unknown characteristic.

And she, too.

Qiu Jiang took a deep breath, closed the book, got up and walked towards the wing holding the candle. When she searched earlier, she came and went in a hurry and didn’t take a closer look. Now that she entered the bedroom, she realized that the layout of the main house was different from that of other courtyards.

A piece of white tiger skin lay limply beside the low table, on which were half-written large characters, the handwriting was immature but very neat. Surrounded by medicine cabinets at the same height as the wall, each drawer has the name of the medicine written on it, but the inside is empty. In the corner to the north was a brocade couch, small and exquisite, with florets embroidered with careless stitches on the pillow and bedding.

Qiu Jiang suddenly realized that this was Jiang Jiang’s childhood room.

In order to wake up her memory, it was really well-intentioned.

Qiu Jiang sighed, simply blew out the candles, and fell asleep on the couch.

Although the medicine cabinet was empty, there was still the smell of various herbs. Qiu Jiang could not sleep because of the faint smell of medicine.

Finally, she simply got up and went to the wine cellar in the kitchen. There were indeed twenty jugs of wine in it.

Qiu Jiang returned to the main house with two jars, jumped on the roof, and started drinking under the moonlight.

The alcohol is extremely strong, and it feels like burning in the throat. Her heart also seemed to be burning with fire, suffocated, painful and restrained, unable to speak out.

Qiu Jiang murmured: “What an idiot…”

After thinking about it, she decided to sleep first and think about it when she got up in the morning. For so many years, when encountering something, if she was not in such a hurry, she would let herself sleep first, wake up and think about the solution. Over time, it becomes a habit.

It’s strange that the night is too dark, and people’s hearts are also sinking.

It’s also strange that the mortal world is so difficult, and fate cannot be controlled by others.

When Qiu Jiang was about to fly down from the house, he suddenly saw a little light at the gate of the villa in the distance.

She was startled, and immediately fell on the roof without moving. In the night, she in black was integrated with the roof, as if invisible.

That little light came towards the main house, carefully identified by the moonlight, it was Feng Xiaoya!

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi are absent, and the person walking beside Feng Xiaoya is Feng Letian.

Qiu Jiang sighed secretly, more and more worried about something, it seemed that he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to find a solution.

She thought that Feng Xiaoya had come to find her for a showdown, but who knew that when he walked outside the courtyard of the main house, he stopped.

The moonlight shone lightly on his face, adding another layer of sadness to his already pale complexion.

When Qiu Jiang looked at him in the past, he thought he was too gloomy, but now that he knew the reason, he felt pitiful and respectable when he thought that there were six internal forces opposing each other in such a walking body.

Qiu Jiang leaned on the roof to watch him.

He kept staring at the door of the main house.

Feng Letian patted him on the shoulder: “Go in.”

Feng Xiaoya still didn’t move.

“I’ve told you the hardest things. Now, it’s your turn to talk to her.”

Feng Xiaoya’s eyes flickered, and she finally stepped forward, just as she walked under the eaves, she suddenly raised her head—

Qiu Jiang secretly said something bad, Feng Xiaoya’s martial arts are unfathomable, she must have been discovered! Immediately, he slid down from the other side of the roof, and ran without even thinking about it.

Feng Xiaoya caught up with the sound of the wind behind her.

“Qiu Jiang!” he called.

Qiu Jiang threw back the wine jar, Feng Xiaoya dodged to avoid it, the wine jar fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces with a bang.

Taking advantage of his momentary delay, Qiu Jiang quickened her pace and flew to the wall, tiptoeing, and was about to jump over the wall. Behind her, Feng Xiaoya yelled again: “Qiu Jiang!”

The voice was hurried, and the last word Jiang was broken.

Qiu Jiang grabbed the top of the wall and jumped out with the help of her arms. She turned her head and glanced, and met Feng Xiaoya’s gaze—

There is a thousand words and a thousand words.

There seemed to be a chord deep in Qiu Jiang’s heart, and his eyes plucked it hard, and he let out a mournful cry, which made his ears buzz. And at this moment, Feng Xiaoya’s normally straight body shook twice, then suddenly fell down—

Like an empty garment, blowing in the wind, it falls to the ground limply.

Qiu Jiang’s heart tightened, her hands that were supposed to be on the wall for strength, instead grabbed the wall, and finally jumped back into the courtyard.

She walked slowly towards Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya fell on the ground, her body was shaking non-stop, as if she was in extreme pain.

Is it a trap? In order to hold her back, did you deliberately show weakness?

Suspicion flashed across Qiu Jiang’s mind, but in the end he suppressed all unbearable thoughts, squatted down, and hugged his head.

Feng Xiaoya looked at her steadfastly, cold sweat running across his pale and frail face like rain.

He grabbed her arm with a cold hand, his teeth were chattering, and his words were blurred.

But Qiu Jiang still understood.

What he said was: “Jiang Jiang.”

The two words were like a mountain, pressing down heavily on her.

Qiu Jiang felt her ears humming and whistling again, but she couldn’t avoid it, she didn’t dare to retreat, and fell into a deep predicament.

***

Feng Xiaoya fainted.

Qiu Jiang picked him up and walked towards the main house step by step.

He is light and thin, pressing her down like a skeleton, but making every step of her very difficult.

Qiu Jiang thought, I should ignore him and continue running away. When he fainted, everyone would be in a hurry, busy saving him, and forgetting to chase me. This was the best chance to escape.

But…

She was a little hesitant, a little angry, and a little uncomfortable for the first time. This emotion is very rare for her. After so many years of training, she thought her will was hard enough.

But I happened to meet such a person.

Nie Yuan.

When Qiu Jiang carried Feng Xiaoya back to the main house, Feng Letian was waiting there, seeing this situation, his expression suddenly changed: “What’s wrong with him?!”

“I don’t know.” Qiu Jiang put Feng Xiaoya on the couch. He had fallen into a coma, but he still held her arm tightly, refusing to let go.

Feng Letian took his pulse.

“How about it?”

“Internal force backfires!” Feng Letian’s expression became ugly.

While Qiu Jiang was still pondering why her internal energy turned back, Feng Letian said to her: “This time the situation is not good. He is in a coma and he can’t clean it up. He needs your help. I say, you do it.”

Qiu Jiang nodded, according to Feng Letian’s instruction, input his own internal force, and helped Feng Xiaoya sort out the disordered internal force in his body little by little. The whole process was very complicated, if it wasn’t for Feng Letian’s guidance, it really couldn’t be done.

Finally, Feng Xiaoya, who finally calmed down, fell asleep peacefully.

Qiu Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he got off the couch, he felt exhausted.

A box of ointment was handed to her.

Qiu Jiang turned her head, Feng Letian pointed at her arm. Qiu Jiang lifted her sleeves, only to realize that Feng Xiaoya had fingerprints on her arm. He was pushing so hard that her spot was a little blue.

Qiu Jiang took the ointment and thanked her.

Feng Letian looked at his sleeping son, his eyes were full of worry.

Qiu Jiang couldn’t help asking, “This is him?”

“Backlash. Although the internal force of the six paths can make him continue to act, his mind is restless. When the internal force is unstable, it will backlash against his body and increase the pain. He should have been ordained to become a monk and guard against arrogance and impetuosity, but…”

Qiu Jiang lowered her eyes. However, in order to find her, he is still suffering in the world of mortals.

“Even if you’re not Jiang Jiang, why don’t you stay here and break up with Ruyimen?” Feng Letian looked at her. He has a pair of particularly gentle eyes, being looked at by these eyes, it is easy for people to let go of their guard, without any rebellious intentions.

“Is it really possible to end it?” Qiu Jiang said softly, but made Feng Letian silent.

“Ruyimen has been established for 120 years, and its organization is bigger than you can imagine. Even in the aristocratic royal family of Yan Kingdom, there are madam’s eyes and ears. There are only two rules for our gate. King’; 2’You must not betray the organization’. Anyone who violates the second rule will end well.” Qiu Jiang looked straight into Feng Letian’s eyes and said calmly, “I know you are the prime minister of Yan, but I don’t Think you can keep me.”

Not to mention a Feng Xiaoya who can’t protect herself.

Feng Letian’s lips moved, wanting to say something, but he didn’t say it in the end.

Qiu Jiang bowed to him, turned and left.

Feng Letian didn’t stop it.

Qiu Jiang walked out of the main house step by step like that, and out of Taohe Villa.

The moonlight gradually faded, revealing a faint light in the sky.

Qiu Jiang walked into Wan Yulin, and was about to leave the forest, but halfway along the stream, he turned a corner and went up another hill.

There are several bamboo huts on the mountainside, with a fence in front of the huts. A young man is chopping firewood in the morning. In such a cold winter, he has a strong and thin upper body naked.

Qiu Jiang jumped onto the fence and sat cross-legged to watch him chop wood.

The boy didn’t look panicked at all, he didn’t even look at her, and continued to move his hands.

For some reason, looking at it, Qiu Jiang’s heart became much calmer. She suddenly said, “I’m hungry.”

I ate a few mouthfuls of fennel scrambled eggs all day yesterday. Thanks to drinking too much wine, my stomach was so hot that I didn’t care about my hunger. Now that the alcohol is gone, I feel uncomfortable all over.

The young woodcutter finally took a look at her, put down his ax and went into the house, where there was the sound of clanging vegetables.

The rooster in the chicken coop began to crow, and the sun came out, illuminating everything in front of me, recalling yesterday, as if it had been a lifetime away.

Not long after, the boy came out with half a sliced ​​roast chicken and a bowl of water shield tofu soup. Qiu Jiang immediately jumped off the fence, squatted on the wooden pier for chopping firewood, and ate like a starving ghost.

The young man bundled the chopped firewood together and arranged them neatly.

While eating meat and soup, Qiu Jiang said inarticulately, “Si’er, I miss you so much!”

The boy ignored her, and after binding the firewood, he released the chickens and ducks to feed them.

Qiu Jiang saw a flock of chickens and ducks quacking around him, flapping their wings for food, and couldn’t help but chuckle: “You really took on a good job, have you been happy these few years?”

The young man remained silent, and after feeding the chickens and ducks, he began to sweep the floor and windows and clean the house.

Qiu Jiang gnawed on the chicken leg and asked, “The old emperor has gone out again? I said, you can’t do this. I asked you to monitor the old emperor, but you are here quietly as a handyman. Where can the old emperor go to travel and see you?” You don’t care who did what. Wu’er sued you to Madam, saying that you are negligent and sabotage. So when Madam asked me to come to Yan Country, I will take a look at you.”

The young man finally stopped cleaning the window, but only for a moment, and said coldly: “Then let Wu’er take over for me.”

Qiu Jiang Yanran said: “You know that he can’t cook and can’t do this job.”

When the young man finished cleaning the windows, Qiu Jiang also finished his meal, and laid down on the ground carelessly, stroking his belly: “Your cooking skills have improved a lot, and you can almost catch up with the toothless old monk.”

“If you kill Toothless, I will be number one in the world.”

Qiu Jiang laughed again: “I don’t kill untouchables and people outside Fang.”

“What about the queen?”

Qiu Jiang raised his eyebrows.

The young man stared at her, and said solemnly: “The nineteenth daughter of the Xie family has been in Beijing for nearly half a year, and her behavior is particularly erratic. The family doesn’t like it, and she wants to change the queen.”

Qiu Jiang squinted his eyes and flapped his fans: “Such an interesting person?”

“Princess Yujing has been waiting for you for a long time, but after a long time, she sent a message to me.” The young man raised his finger, and a bead flew into Qiu Jiang’s hand. A note that read: “Zouchun Project Begins”.

Qiu Jiang’s pupils shrank, and after a while, he asked, “How much do you know about this plan?”

“Old rules, you know.”

Qiu Jiang did understand. In other words, the mission Si’er received was only to monitor Lao Yan Wang Mo Yin, and he didn’t know anything else. Like her, he only knew that Mrs. Ruyi had drawn up a plan called “Playing Spring” with the eldest princess Yujing of Yan Kingdom. But what is the content and who is responsible for carrying out the plan is still unknown.

This time, Princess Yujing sent a note telling her that the plan had started, did you think she came here for this plan? Or, seeing that she and Si’er were both in Yujing, so they called her together?

After pondering for a long time, Qiu Jiang threw the note into the stove fire in the kitchen, and said calmly: “It seems that I have to meet the eldest princess of Yan Kingdom…”

Si’er suddenly said, “Hui Wei.”

“What?”

“Yujing’s daughter. Her weakness.”

Qiu Jiang looked at him with a smile, and suddenly stood up and patted his head: “Thank you brother.”

Si’er opened her hand, and a few traces of anger finally broke out on his serious face: “I’m younger than you!”

“Hahahaha…” Qiu Jiang had drifted away. The indifferent light shines on her slender and flexible body, like a crane that doesn’t know what to worry about.

Si’er looked at her back, and after a while, he murmured: “It’s really suitable for Mrs. Ruyi to be so heartless. It’s just…”

Only after that, the sound stopped abruptly.

***

Qiu Jiang returned to Yujing, but did not go directly to the Dachang Princess’ mansion, but first went to Zhizhiju, the residence of the future queen.

Xie Nineniang’s name is Xie Changyan. She is only thirteen years old this year. She is the cousin of the former concubine Xie Fanyi. The King of Yan summoned her to Beijing in advance, intending to carefully train her and wait for her wedding.

But this Miss Xie is not like her sister at all. After arriving in Beijing, she caused a lot of troubles: first she offended Princess Huiwei, and then openly satirized Mr. Dongmei’s mother-in-law wine, messed up the fighting grass meeting, and killed her. The butterfly dedicated to His Majesty refused to attend the birthday banquet of the King of Yan, and finally collapsed the Qiulu Pavilion.

Her behavior was vulgar and harsh, capricious.

It made the already panic-stricken families even more uneasy, and they shuddered when they carefully studied the true intentions of King Yan behind their various actions.

Therefore, they huddled together and wanted to change the queen. At least, change to a queen who will consider the interests of the family.

Of course King Yan would not agree.

So, to put it bluntly, it is now a contest between the emperor and the aristocratic family. If Xie Changyan is replaced, the aristocratic family will win; if Xie Changyan is not replaced, the king of Yan will win.

It’s really a time when the mountains and rains are about to come, and the wind and clouds will meet…

Qiu Jiang hooked the corners of her lips mockingly, and sneaked into Zhizhiju.

This former prince’s mansion located at the end of Tianji Lane is about the same size as Caomuju. It has three yards and a beautiful natural lake. The willows by the lake are bald and the branches are covered with snow.

Only then did Qiu Jiang realize that time had passed so quickly. She has been in Yujing for half a year, from midsummer to cold winter. Everything is hidden under the white snow, enduring suffering, waiting for recovery.

Just like her.

Qiu Jiang stared at the slightly glowing room in the night, stopped to meditate, took a deep breath, and flew over.

Xie Changyan was not there.

From the guard’s chat, I learned that Feng Xiaoya drove a carriage to pick her up before half a cup of tea.

Qiu Jiang was taken aback when he heard that—Feng Xiaoya obviously had a backlash from her internal energy, and couldn’t move a single finger, so it’s going to be all right so soon? Can you drive?

There were clear traces of cars on the snow-covered road, and Qiu Jiang was suspicious, so he simply followed them away.

She wanted to see what the **** Feng Xiaoya was up to.

Maybe, just as the genealogy of the Four Kingdoms is fake, the so-called Jiang Jiang is also fake! It was just a rhetoric to lure her into the game.

Qiu Jiang’s eyes darkened and she ran faster.

The car marks continued all the way, getting more and more deviated, and snowflakes fell halfway, making the ground more muddy and slippery. Qiu Jiang thought to herself, she really doesn’t like the country of Yan at all, it is cold and dry, in comparison, the country of Bi is better, with a pleasant climate like spring all year round.

After chasing like this for about a stick of incense, I came to a river.

The long river has been frozen, and under the moonlight, it looks like a silver belt hanging from the sky, spreading to the feet with incomparable brilliance.

Baizhang away by the river bank, there was a carriage parked—a black carriage—it was Feng Xiaoya’s carriage.

Qiu Jiang’s heart surged with anger, and he clenched his palms tightly, but his movements were more cautious, quietly approaching the carriage with the sound of the wind. Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi were not there, a girl’s voice came from inside the car: “Are my feet nice?”

Qiu Jiang was startled, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a man’s chuckle sounded.

Her heart, which was picked up by Gao Gao, suddenly fell back to the original place because of this chuckle—it wasn’t Feng Xiaoya.

The man in the carriage is not Feng Xiaoya.

Qiu Jiang wanted to see who was in the car, but she was afraid of being discovered if she was too close and exposed, so she simply backed away, rushed back to the shore, and found a new place to hide.

At this moment, I stepped on something under my feet, and I took a closer look under the moonlight. It was a Kongming lantern, abandoned by someone on the shore, and it was not damaged.

Qiu Jiang’s hand trembled, and he suddenly realized – Xing Chuan!

This is Xingchuan!

On December 12th, light up the lanterns to pray for blessings, and you can get a safe and healthy Xingchuan!

Ten years ago, Jiang Jiang’s missing place!

Looking at the note on the Kongming Lantern again, there is indeed a wish written on it: “Please let my brother get better soon.”

The handwriting is distorted, as if it was written by a child.

So careless, I brought the lamp but forgot to put it away, and left it in the dry grass.

But Qiu Jiang looked at this line of words, and there was a little tenderness in his eyes: This man’s younger brother is also sick… Looking back at the carriage again, he had an idea in his mind.

She took out the flint, lit the lamp, and let it go.

The Kongming Lantern curls up amidst the flying snowflakes, and as far as the eye can see, it is the only light of fire on the wilderness of Yimapingchuan