The devastated battlefield shows what a terrible battle has been fought here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Xiang unconsciously stopped, looking at the dead silence, she felt a little difficult to breathe.

The hillside beside the road was full of trees and bamboos, and there were branches of a large tree scattered under their feet.

Not to mention bamboo, quince is a very important income for local villagers, and there has been no wind and rain recently, so why is it so ruined that no villagers have come to clean it up?

She lifted her skirt and stepped over the scattered branches and leaves, and walked straight to the stone bridge.

Rong Chenning chose this place as her hiding place, within a radius of several miles, I believe that there are secret guards guarding them, who can make such a big movement only two miles away from the wooden building? Or is Rong Chenning crazy himself?

Ling Xiang was full of doubts, and he looked around thinking about it, but there was no trace of anyone.

Rong Chenning was scheming, calm and decisive, he couldn't imagine anything that could make him so crazy, even if he couldn't get his body and mind for a long time, he used all his scheming and scheming, he would never be so crazy, so ...... So what should be going on?

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Ling Xiang's mind, and he was stunned.

Don't...... Could it be that he is back and fighting with Rong Chenning here?

Ling Xiang's heart pounded, and he began to look around for him.

Could it be that he's back? Could it be?

She wanted to shout loudly, but found that her heart was beating too fast, her voice was dumb and she couldn't make a sound, biting her lip, not knowing what to do.

The stone bridge leading to the town was broken, the water flow of Tianmu River was a little turbulent, Ling Xiang suddenly felt so helpless, he didn't know whether to stay here, or go to find relatives as originally planned?

Is he back? If so, how anxious should she be if she can't find herself? There was no one nearby, she was tangled and a little helpless, and after thinking for a long time, she found a wooden stick and tried to wade across the river.

Just as she was about to wade into the water, an old voice sounded behind her: "No, this girl ......"

The friendly local accent is very pleasant to hear.

Ling Xiang turned around and saw a half-hundred-year-old man dressed in a rough and short costume walking from the stone path on the mountain carrying two bundles of firewood.

Facing the morning light, the woodcutter is tall and not dark, his steps are fast, and his spirit is strong.

"Uncle, dare to ask when this stone bridge was broken, do you want to cross the river too?" Ling Xiang asked with a wooden stick and a few steps back.

The woodcutter glanced at the broken bridge, and smiled indifferently: "I think it was thunderbolted, I went to the county seat, and when I came back, it became like this, don't worry, girl, I am tied to a bamboo raft below." ”

So saying, the woodcutter went up the embankment.

Ling Xiang didn't think it was strange, because the farmers and fishermen here often carried bamboo rafts in the stream to carry fruits, vegetables, timber and other things.

As he walked up to the river beach, the woodcutter put down his burden, and sure enough, he pulled out a bamboo raft in a pile of river grass, turned back to her and smiled, and said, "The girl looks familiar, but she is not from the town, what is this going to Qianlong Town for?"

Ling Xiang reciprocated with a smile and said, "Visit relatives." ”

The woodcutter took out the bamboo raft and invited her to go up, "Everyone in the town knows the old man, I don't know which family the girl is a relative?"

Ling Xiang was worried that Rong Chenning would regret and send someone to follow him, so he smiled faintly and got on the bamboo raft, but did not answer.

The woodcutter didn't ask any more, hummed a local folk song, and left the shore with a little bamboo pole.

The deep voice and the long-lost tone relaxed Ling Xiang's vigilance, not to mention that the water surface was not very wide, and it soon reached the opposite bank.

She jumped ashore with a stick, and the woodcutter picked up his firewood, and asked enthusiastically, "Does the girl need an old man to guide her?"

Ling Xiang gave a salute: "Thank you, old man, the little girl knows the way, so she will go first." ”

The woodcutter raised his hand to say goodbye.

Qianlong Town is not far ahead, the mountain has the river embankment, and the archway in the distance is already in sight.

The town is an ancient town, the humanities gather, Xie An of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Su Dongpo of the Northern Song Dynasty have all temporarily lived here, because it is interrupted by the Tianmu stream, it is the hinterland of Lin'an again, the official road is four-way, known as the right thoroughfare of Zhejiang, the scenery is three hundred miles longitudinal and horizontal, and the ancient Yi article of the Han Dynasty is up and down for a thousand years.

Entering the archway at the east end of the town, it is a commercial street.

There are many workshops on the market, and there are many paper mills, dyeing mills, and shops, which are more than those in the county towns in remote places.

Although the people of Da Yin are open, it is rare for a young woman to travel alone after all, not to mention that Ling Makeup has a good appearance like a stamen, which inevitably attracts people's attention.

The Ling family has made a great fortune when she was seven or eight years old, and when she went to her grandfather's house in the past, she took a car and a sedan chair, and ordinary people in the town had never seen it, otherwise if she was recognized, it would be a sensation.

Ling Xiang also knew this, the closest relatives left here were her grandfather's sister-in-law's family, although she didn't know the way, she remembered the name, and thought that most of the people in the town were climbing vines, just ask.

I found the boss of a bookstore and asked, and the boss looked her up and down, very politely: "Yan's house is on the way to the left at the end of the street, their family is a royal family, look at the girl's extraordinary temperament, could it be that she is also a royal family?"

Ling Makeup is not easy to say yes, and it is not easy to say no, he said a good fortune, resigned from the boss and bowed his head and walked away.

She was also worried that Rong Chenning was being followed, deliberately turning into the alley on the road, and then stopped to observe whether anyone was embellished, and paid attention for a while, but did not find any clues, and felt that she was suspicious, so she followed the guidance and found the deep alley at the end of the street.

The road in the alley is paved with neat square bricks, which is one size higher than the street, and there is a wooden archway at the mouth.

In the past, the Yan family did not have such a house, the grandfather's family was poor, and the aunt was only married to a wild man, Ling Xiang was slightly surprised, but he understood in a blink of an eye.

Since ancient times, it has been a person who has attained the Tao of the chicken and dog to ascend to heaven, and since his grandfather has been a Lin'anbo, it is also human nature to help his sister's family.

I'm afraid that the Yan family is already one of the best in Qianlong Town.

The cypress door was tightly closed, and Ling Xuan turned around again to make sure that no one was following him, and then he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

In the end, it is not as rich as Kyoto, and the porter is not so well-trained, Ling Xiang took pictures for a while before hearing the sound of the door opening.

Inside the door was unexpectedly a rather stout man, and when he saw Ling Makeup, he was obviously very stunned, his eyes instantly lit up, and he asked with a smile: "Who is the girl looking for?"

"I came from Kyoto, and I was the one who served beside Mrs. Linanbo, and I was ordered to go back to my hometown to visit Mrs. Yan. Ling Xiang indifferently pulled out the rhetoric that he had thought of a long time ago.

She has an extraordinary style, although she is dressed plainly, walking among ordinary people, but she is extremely noble, the big man saw that she was alone, although he had doubts about this statement, but he did not dare to make a mistake, and hurriedly said: "The girl is sitting and waiting, waiting for the little one to call someone to reply." ”

As he spoke, he politely let her in the door. (To be continued.) )