Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo - Chapter 782

When Xia Xia and Bian Ding came, it was still near the end of February. When they left, they stepped into the dense forest with deep and beautiful scenery. The original new grass was only two or three inches long, and the withered yellow was mixed with mottled green. Now it is only March. , has been a green, the grass grows not enough.

When the wind blows, a layer of bright green and a layer of dark green gradually fade away.

When they came, they had to be careful to avoid snakes, insects, rats, ants, poisonous weeds and poisonous branches.

When he was leaving, Bian Ding found out that the poisonous substance had avoided it on its own, and even Fujiede, who loved to roll people around, could not avoid them.

Every now and then, Xia Chu would always rub the piece of the Moonlight Order on his waist with a thoughtful look on his face.

Yue Fengwan knew that she had the ability to pass through the dense forest of poisonous barriers, but in order to reduce her trouble, she gave her the Order of the Moon.

The dense forest in late spring in March, with green mountains in the distance and flowers blooming everywhere, is far more dreamlike than before, like a sea of ​​flowers in a fairyland.

Xia Chu, however, no longer had the leisurely elegance that he had when he came here. Except for the occasional Banpa lotus that he encountered, he also lost interest in the bag full of spirit herbs.

When they came, they could only pick fruits with worm eyes along the way to satisfy their hunger, but when they left in the early summer, their luggage was full of food from the Fengcheng market, and they were dumbfounded.

However, when Xia Chu was hungry, she often stared at the food she preferred in a daze, and she was not sure why she was so sad, so she didn’t dare to ask.

The two walked side by side, but they had never exchanged a few words since the moment they first met at the city gate.

After a long journey of seven days, he finally left the Western Regions on March 9th and reached the territory of Qicheng.

Before entering the country, Xia Chu took out two sets of clothes from his luggage and put them on by Bian Ding. Bian Ding thought that the ragged clothes when they first entered Fengcheng made Xia Chu’s memory worry, so he prepared two sets of clothes.

Strangely, after changing it, he found out that these two sets of clothes were actually Xiao Guo’s tailoring style. He followed Xia Chuye to Fengcheng that night, and he had never seen any ready-to-wear store that sold Xiao Guo’s clothes.

At the beginning of Xia, he took off the red dress and replaced it with a blue robe, and he returned to the elegant and refined young man of the past.

It’s just that the originally beautiful face, after passing through the Western Regions, seemed to have a little more restrained precipitation on his face, and he never showed his face again.

After entering the territory of Jicheng, Bian Ding silently hid his figure, and Yang Jing, a subordinate sent by Gu Weiyi, had been waiting at the beginning of Xia for many days at the border. A thick stack of letters.

Xia Chu wanted to ride a horse, but when he saw the letter that Yang Kyung had taken down from the carriage, he gave up the plan and got on the carriage instead.

The carriages and horses went all the way, and in the afternoon, the sunlight penetrated vaguely through the gaps in the windows as the carriages moved.

Occasionally, a ray of light shines on Xia Chu’s face, even the golden light can’t dispel the haze on his face.

The letter that Zhao Xingwen passed away came from the capital, which made Xia Chu, who was in a heavy heart, look more gloomy.

In this thick pile, apart from Xiao Mubai’s rebellion against Liang’s civil strife and the good news of the victory of King Mo’s army, the only thing worth mentioning as a good thing is the letter from Bingwen suspecting that Su Qianan is brother Xianli. .

Because Xia Chu had already learned from Su Qianle’s mouth that Su Qian’an was not her real brother, he was more certain than anyone else about the guess that Bingwen made.

Bingwen was only suspicious. After all, Su Qian’an and Su Qianle were brothers and sisters, but Xia Chu was emotional. He only sighed that fate was tricking people, but also pity Xian Li, the poor woman.

If Su Qian’an is really her brother, Xian Li also has a relative still alive.

It’s just that Su Qianle didn’t say anything special about the bronze medal until he died, and the so-called serial number is not known exactly what it was engraved.

Xia Chu leaned on the couch in the car, curled up, and after reading all the letters, a blank space suddenly appeared in his mind.

He stared motionlessly at the bouncing curtain of the car. Although it was a thick brocade curtain, the warm spring sunshine outside still faintly filtered in. As the curtain jumped, the light also fluctuated slightly and fell on him.

Xia Chu stretched out his hand and raised a ray of light, and his five fingers were translucent and reddened. It also reminded him of Yuefengwan’s calm and low-pitched face. The eyelashes reflected a hazy shadow in the slightly swaying sunlight, half-covered. Stopped his moved expression.

“Little Marquis, it’s here.” Yang Jing’s soft call interrupted Xia Chu’s trance.

After he pushed open the car door, he saw Yang Kyung bowing his head and raising his arms in a respectful gesture, and he couldn’t help but be shaken by the sun again, and remembered Yue Fengwan’s joking remarks: “This king is weak, don’t hesitate to mix it up. Bundle?”

He tried to suppress his breathing, as if he was afraid that something would burst in his heart when he breathed.

Yuefeng died and Zhao Xingwen died, but the most damned Xiao Yanjun and Concubine Li were still alive, making waves in Fengwu.

Yue Fengwan’s death was his responsibility, but for Zhao Xingwen’s death, someone should have asked him to settle a debt. The hatred made him feel dazed quickly. Xia Chu didn’t take Yang Jing’s arm and lightly supported the car. Jumped out of the carriage.

“Where is Gu Weiyi?”

“If you’re not in the main tent, you’ll be training at the martial arts field.” Yang Jing replied respectfully, seeing that he was very devoted to himself, so he had to take the initiative to continue: “The barracks are iron-clad, it’s better for your subordinates to lead Xiaohou Ye to find them.”

Xia Chu nodded slightly when he heard the words, and walked away after Yang Jing.

Spring is high, and the sun is already very strong.

As expected, the guards of the Gu family were as strictly guarded as Yang Kyung said. At the end of the summer and February, they visited the Western Regions before.

At that time, Gu Weiyi had just won the city, and the military discipline was not as strict as it is now, but now the road in the barracks is all headed high, holding their breaths.

There are countless guards in the entire barracks, but the needle drop can be heard.

It was not until approaching the martial arts field that there was a uniform sound of training troops in the distance.

Gu Weiyi stood on the viewing platform, glanced inadvertently, saw Yang Jing’s figure, hurriedly got off the viewing platform and greeted Xia Chu.

“But I’ve hoped your kid back.” Gu Weiyi raised his hand and called to him across the distance, and was ready to give him a warm hug when he approached.

Xia Chu frowned and put his hand on his chest, without greeting, and said solemnly: “The battle in Fengwu is not good, take me to your account to write a handwriting, and bring my Chi Wing.”

Gu Weiyi instructed Yang Jing to lead the horse, led him to the main account, and asked as he walked, “Is this about to leave immediately?”

Xia Chu handed it the bag on his shoulder, and now there are only half lotus flowers left in it: “Half of the plant is crushed every day, and when the green tiller breaks out, it is eaten raw. Gu Xingyun’s condition may be improved.”