Ten days later....

The believer stood beside Li Ziqian with a wide knife, he handed the wide knife to Li Ziqian's hand, and looked at the other party's trembling hand and stretched it out slowly, he was a little puzzled and said: "Sir, this is what Brother Mo told me to hand over to you today." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What else did he say?"

Li Ziqian felt that the wide knife wrapped in gauze in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and there were tears in his eyes that had not welled up, and he asked in a trembling tone.

"He told him not to feel sorry for him, he was very happy. ”

The believer looked at Li Ziqian, who was rubbing the blade of the knife with his head down. He didn't dare to say much, took out a folded rough paper from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and respectfully handed it to Li Ziqian: "Sir, this is a letter written by Brother Mo on the street. ”

Li Ziqian stopped, he looked sideways at the letter in the letter guest's hand, and didn't dare to stretch out his hand. The story of the King of Chu's encounter with assassins on the streets of Xuzhou has spread in Jicheng in the past few days, and the number of soldiers on the streets has increased a lot more than usual.

"Sir.."

The believer looked at Li Ziqian, who was stunned, he called up cautiously, stretched out his hands forward, and said, "Sir, your letter." ”

"Letter?"

He muttered in a low voice, his tone slightly scattered in the firmament, and he took the letter from the messenger in a daze, and the tears in his eyes kept rolling in his eyes.

"Sir, if you don't tell me anything, I'll go back?"

The believer withdrew his gaze, a little curious in his heart, but did not look at Li Ziqian again. He wanted to ask where the ink ruler who usually treats people very well went, but he didn't ask when he looked at the person in front of him.

"Go ahead!"

Li Ziqian stretched out a hand and shook it weakly at him. The believer looked at him and tried to say something comforting, but felt that his words had no reason, so he swallowed them in his throat and turned away.

When the traveler left, Li Ziqian opened the folded paper, and a few lines of large characters were written on it: "Go back to the north!

"Take care, sir, Buren is glad to have been taken out of the grassland by you, so that Mo Zhi has been following him... He also loves hot blood..."

He looked at the words in the letter, and his heart sprouted sourness, which made his heart feel heavy, and the blood flowing along his heart poured into his eyes, giving birth to tears like beans.

"Buren.."

He muttered in a daze, and the big tears of the bean hit the rough paper, and then dripped on the ground, leaving shallow tears.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained by tears in his eyes, and the sound of the broad knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"I'm Buren, Harben Buren, this hot-blooded boy of the steppe..."

He sat slumped in front of the house, the letter in his hand, and the scene was remembered, and he kept muttering the name of the man who had gone out of the prairie with him.

At the same time.

In the territory of Xuanguo, the man in the cloak sat on the stone chair, he faced the thousands of palaces under his feet, and the corners of his mouth were pale.

Behind him were a dozen swordsmen with heavy swordsmen on their backs, sketching eagles with brushes on top of their robes. They looked solemnly at the man sitting on the cliff.

"Mo ruler, don't we chivalrous people believe their words and their deeds must be fruitful?

The murmuring sound was scattered in the mountain wind, and the people behind looked a little gloomy after hearing it. The mountain wind wrapped around their robes and swayed violently on the cliff until their seated man stood up.

"Lord Qing, the news from the south still needs to be investigated?

Before the words of the people behind were finished, the man who stood up stretched out a hand to interrupt his unfinished words, and turned around to miss their bodies: "Command to go down, tell our people to lurk and don't make any more big moves!"

"Why?"

"Wait for someone, he will come from the south and take us soberly down again..."

"Yes."

............

It's the middle of April, and the snow has already melted.

The storyteller patted the waking wood in his hand, attracting the attention of the audience. What he has been talking about in the past few days is the story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

It was the emperor who unified the continent three hundred years ago, and his story is still passed down from the mouth of the people to this day.

The scattered workers in the market always like to gather under the podium built in the old alleys of Jicheng after a tiring day and squat to listen to the storyteller. When they are interested, they will take out some of the little money in their hands and throw it on the stage.

Li Ziqian squatted on the ground, squinting at the gentleman who was talking about wild history on the stage. He opened his mouth and said to Xiang Yiming beside him: "Tomorrow, I will go to Xuzhou." ”

"Xuzhou?"

Xiang Yiming, who was in high spirits, was stunned, sighed lightly, turned his head and asked, "But that Xuzhou with cherry blossoms?"

"What's the matter?

Li Ziqian didn't look at Xiang Yiming's face, he bent down and coughed after speaking, and there was spit splashing at the corners of his pale mouth.

I heard a friend say that she yearns for the cherry blossoms in Xuzhou. ”

Xiang Yiming retracted his expression, staggered his gaze, and his tone became calm again.

"She's a woman, isn't she?" Li Ziqian chuckled and glanced at the young man who was familiar with him.

"Hmm."

Xiang Yiming nodded, there was dodge in his eyes, and he paid attention to Li Ziqian on his side.

"Then do you want to go? She must desperately want someone to go and see it for her?" Li Ziqian held back a smile and glanced at the gentleman on the stage who was getting carried away.

Xiang Yiming didn't answer, he fell silent, his hands scraping wildly on the ground.

"What? don't you want to go?" Li Ziqian stood up, patted the clothes behind his buttocks with his hand, walked out of the alley, and read: "Tomorrow at noon, if you want to go, wait for me outside the city."

Xiang Yiming looked at Li Ziqian's back, and most of his mood for listening to the book was eliminated. He took out a few copper coins from his chest and threw them at the platform, got up and ran towards the palace.

With his current status, if he wants to go to Xuzhou, he still needs Li Qi's consent. Li Qi asked the King of Chu for a token for him, and it was much more convenient to enter and exit the palace than the other three guards.

When he entered Li Qi's mansion, he didn't see Li Qi, but he saw Bai Chuan, who happened to turn his tail into feet.

"Xuzhou?" asked Baichuan with some longing in his eyes.

"Well, Xuzhou. Xiang Yiming nodded under Bai Chuan's gaze.

"I've heard it in the sea, and there's cherry blossoms falling there. Bai Chuan said with his back in front of Xiang Yiming.

Xiang Yiming looked at Bai Chuan, who was wearing a pale yellow sarong cigarette sleeve today, and was a little stunned. The other party's graceful posture made Xiang Yiming feel better than the women of their human race.

"Go, he's back, I'll go tell him." ”

Baichuan turned around, with a smile that he had never seen on the deck.

In Baichuan's smile, Xiang Yiming hurriedly retracted his senses, said goodbye and turned to leave. When he walked a little farther, he heard the voice of the woman behind him suddenly scream: "Bring some cherry blossom petals back, I want to see what the flowers look like, even if they are withered..."