The tacit understanding between Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran has long been cultivated.

As early as when Song Yiran picked up the stones, Lei Qianjun knew that this girl was wilted, and there must be other plans. So when there were two sounds of breaking the sky in the air, he quickly made evasive actions and blocked the way of the hat man, so that he could not avoid it.

The hat man knew that it was not good, so he scolded secretly, the knife in his hand retracted, and he shook it up and down twice, separating Song Yiran's hidden weapon.

At this moment, Lei Qianjun's knife also arrived! He took advantage of the fact that the hat man was collecting the knife, took out the dagger that Song Yiran had put in his coat pocket before, and as soon as his long arm was stretched, the tip of the knife ran under the hat man's ribs.

"Despicable. ”

The man hurriedly waved the knife, and the oblique knife slashed to pick up the knife in Lei Qianjun's hand, and then stabbed the tip of the knife into Lei Qianjun's arm. As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, he doesn't believe that the knife that has followed him for many years will lose to a tattered dagger, although the other party is very strong, but he confidently believes that his trick has a miraculous effect.

What he didn't expect was that Lei Qianjun's movements were faster than him, he retreated half a step, his center of gravity pressed slightly, and the inconspicuous dagger in his hand suppressed his katana.

How is this possible! His speed was already very fast, he didn't think that the other party was faster, and he also saw his intentions clearly.

Just when the two of them were in the middle of their fight, there were suddenly two more people in the rain, a woman in red and an elderly umbrella bearer.

"Stop. The woman in red shouted.

When the hat man heard her voice, he couldn't help but retract his strength, and when he was sure that Lei Qianjun had no intention of continuing to attack, he put away his knife, stepped aside, and stood with his head slightly bowed.

Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun stood together and saw Liu Miaoer for the first time.

It was a peerless woman, wearing a dark green cheongsam, a bright red woolen coat over it, and a pair of small black round-pointed leather shoes under her feet. She wore her shawl curls and a black mesh veil hat, and her demeanor was elegant and dignified.

The heavy rain could not change her calmness in the slightest.

Liu Miao'er smiled and bowed ninety degrees, "My name is Liu Miao'er, I'm glad to meet you." ”

Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun in the rain glanced at each other, and they both saw the doubt and vigilance in each other's eyes.

It rained for most of the day, and finally stopped.

Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran never dreamed that they would sit face-to-face with this woman named Liu Miaoer, drink tea and chat.

This is a very inconspicuous ancient style house, located in the suburbs of Beijing, and it takes more than 30 minutes to get there by car. The red walls and green tiles are antique, although they look a little old, but they have a unique flavor.

"You are so cautious, it is safest to come to me, but you are only willing to dry your clothes, and you are not even willing to take a hot bath. ”

The devil knows what kind of cat you have!

Song Yiran looked at the woman in his eyes and asked very suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"Didn't I say it, my name is Liu Miaoer. ”

"Are you a dwarf?" Song Yiran said very politely,

Liu Miao'er smiled, "I was born in Huaxia, and I have the blood of Dongyang in my bones. To be honest, if I had a choice, I would rather be a Chinese. ”

Who believes!

The dwarf is the most self-righteous nation, saying that the blood is noble, and the noble fart! Could it be that the circle legs are noble?

Song Yiran complained silently, but there was no expression on his face.

The reason why we came with you is because you said that you know the details of the eldest prince and Li Ye, and know the real reason why they want to kill me and my grandfather, and they want to cooperate with us. Everyone understands people, and there is no need to play those imaginary things, you can put forward your requirements!"

Song Yiran is not a gullible person, on the contrary, she has always been very vigilant. This woman appeared at an inopportune time, why did she come as soon as the news of the eldest son's illness came out, and she was ashamed to say that she knew all the news she wanted.

Liu Miaoer's words are credible, and they can't be trusted, but in order to investigate the facts, Song Yiran can only let go.

"It's all this time, you still don't believe me, my people haven't killed you, isn't this sincerity enough?"

"If you're genuine, you should invite you differently. ”

Liu Miao'er smiled and didn't speak, she knelt on the mat, picked up the teapot, and began a set of flowing tea ceremony performances.

Three cups of tea, the fragrance of tea.

"Please!"

Song Yiran picked up the teacup and drank it all, "I'm a layman, I don't know how to appreciate this thing, if you have something to say, let's say it quickly!"

Liu Miao'er stared at Song Yiran twice, "You are really courageous and courageous, if you are a man, you will definitely have a lot to do." ”

Song Yiran frowned, her patience was about to run out.

"Tea is good tea. Lei Qianjun said: "It's a pity that people's hearts are broken." ”

Liu Miao'er suddenly smiled, "You don't have to be sarcastic about my identity, I don't have a choice! When I was born, it was at the time of the chaos in China, and within a few years, they were defeated, so they left Huaxia with their property and son and fled back to China. And I was abandoned here by them, and I had no choice. ”

Song Yiran was silent, in that era, there were indeed many such things.

"How old are you, how could you have been born at that time?" Song Yiran didn't believe it, thinking that this Liu Miaoer was making up stories.

"I am Li Xintao, that is, the mother of the eldest prince in your mouth!"

Song Yiran felt as if he had heard a big joke.

"You look like you're only thirty-five or sixteen years old, could it be Li Xintao's mother? Born in the era of chaos? What are you kidding? ”

Liu Miao'er took out a box from the cabinet next to her, she opened the box and pushed it towards Song Yiran, "Here are some of my identification, some materials and photos, you can take a look." ”

Song Yiran glanced at her, looked at the box with his ability again, and then took out the contents of the box and took a closer look.

There are some letters of introduction, adoption certificates, and some introductions about Liu Miaoer's life experience and some information about returning to China. There are a total of three photos in it, a black and white photo of the old age, two fellows with a three or four-year-old child looking at the camera a little cramped. The back is tattered, and the houses behind him and the clothes on the people are very old, and they can't be wrong.

The second picture is of a young girl in a pillow suit (you know) holding an umbrella and smiling with a weird hairstyle, dated and taken in the 24th year of the Showa era.

Although more than 30 years have passed, you can still see the shadow of the girl in the photo from Liu Miaoer's body.

"I was sixteen years old and sent back to my home country. But in my heart, this is my motherland, a place that haunts my dreams. ”