After being exposed to the sun for a while, Xue Ying, who was weak, had a high fever as if she was suffering from heat stroke. Aunt Sun, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, hurriedly asked Uncle Shunzi to take out ice cubes to cool her down, and the situation stabilized.

Not long after, Qiaoya came back and brought back the news: Zhao Zhuangtou's family came back, and they also brought a team of about twenty people, including the bearded Gu Dachun, whom Xue Ying had seen several times.

Because a riot had just been quelled, Zhao Zhuangtou and his wife were too busy to come up to greet Xue Ying, but they just asked Qiaoya to bring a simple greeting, and they didn't even say what was going on with the twenty people.

Even if they didn't say it, it was not difficult for Xue Ying to guess based on the information she had learned from Xi Xi before, that this time Zhao Zhuangtou and his family "disappeared" probably because something happened to Chuan Shuai.

I just don't know if Master Mingtu has received the news, how will people like her feel when they know that their husband has died?

When she woke up the next day, Xue Ying miraculously found that she was refreshed, and the illness that had been haunting her for months was swept away, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

So yesterday's sudden illness was a blessing in disguise?

"Miss, your face looks much better. Qiao Ya cautiously looked at Xue Ying's expression - yesterday she ran down the mountain recklessly, almost causing a big disaster, making Uncle Shunzi and his wife anxious, plus Xue Ying fell ill, she felt even more guilty, and deeply felt that it was because she did not do a good job but caused trouble that Xue Ying suffered this crime.

"yes. Xue Ying stretched her waist, jumped up and stretched her muscles, and when there was no one in the room, she asked, "What happened yesterday?" ”

Qiaoya shook her head gloomily and said nothing.

"Zhuangzili...... "After all, this is such a serious riot, no matter how seamless the security measures of Bezhuang are, there will be casualties, it just depends on the severity of the situation."

Qiaoya's eyes dodged, but that look couldn't deceive people. Xue Ying stopped all her movements and looked at her quietly for a while before continuing to ask, "What's wrong?"

Qiaoya's eyes turned red: "Brother Yunyou is dead." ”

Xue Ying's head buzzed, like a big bell being struck heavily in her ears, and there was a violent tremor from her ears to her chest, painful and numb.

Zhao Yunyou, the child king of Jiuquan Beizhuang, is a smart and clever teenager who wants to inherit his family's winemaking skills. The "expert" who took his friends to dig voles together, was careful and clever, and successfully integrated Xue Ying into the leader of the Jiuquan Bezhuang children's team.

Obviously, not long ago, he also led the team to retrieve wild honey from the mountains and sent a large piece to the people in the yard to taste, and at that time, Qiaoya also proudly said that Brother Yun Youge promised her to take her to swim after a while......

And now, he's dead?

"Miss, I didn't understand why you were so concerned about the situation in northern Xinjiang before, but now I know," Qiao Ya choked, "It's really terrible to fight...... "In the face of war, a person's life is so fragile and insignificant, and he is even allowed to say goodbye to life and death.

"What about the others?" Xue Ying asked with a dry throat.

Qiaoya shook her head: "Master didn't let me ask, and drove me back." But ......" She covered her face to prevent Xue Ying from seeing her tears. She was on the battlefield yesterday, and the shock she received was definitely beyond words or words to describe, and it was not easy to hold back until now to reveal it to Xue Ying.

Xue Ying went over and hugged her: "It's okay, it's all over." ”

Qiaoya shook her head: "It won't pass, what happened yesterday will never be forgotten for the rest of my life." ”

Dong Xun came in and was stunned when she saw this-except when Xue Ying left to go to Ganxiao Temple, she had never seen Qiao Ya crying!

Qiaoya hurriedly wiped away her tears and pretended to be casual again. Xue Ying said to Dong Xun: "Qiaoya and I are going to Zhao Zhuangtou's house. ”

"Miss......" Dong Xun was suddenly anxious, what happened yesterday is still in everyone's heart, and it is even more chaotic under Beizhuang, it is not a wise move to go down the mountain at this time.

"Don't say anything, help me deal with the others. Xue Ying's tone was resolute.

Dong Xun had no choice but to hold back his words and sighed: "Okay." "This is good, not only can she not object, but she also has to help pacify and convince the other people in the yard. Dong Xun muttered, "Why do you do such a thankless thing for me!"

"Because you can do it. Xue Ying patted her on the shoulder without sincerity and took Qiaoya away.

After going down the mountain, the first person I met was Gu Dachun.

"Little girl, what are you doing at this time?" Gu Dachun had bandages on his arms, and his face was a messy beard, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"Uncle Gu is good. Xue Ying greeted, "How is your health?"

"Out of the way. Gu Dachun moved his injured hand indifferently, "You better go back quickly, now that the Zhuangzi has not been cleaned up, He'an has no time to take care of you." ”

Xue Ying swept the surrounding environment, those people didn't really enter the core area of Beizhuang yesterday, so there were not too many traces of aggression here, but the atmosphere in Beizhuang was obviously different from before, and the air seemed to be tense.

Looking at Gu Dachun again, although his appearance couldn't see the change, his somewhat decadent shoulders still revealed some information. "You...... Will you go back to northern Xinjiang?" Xue Ying blurted out.

When Gu Dachun heard this, he straightened his waist, and a trace of defense flashed in his eyes: "Little girl, what did you say?"

"Just ask. Xue Ying walked into him and lowered her voice, "Northern Xinjiang Theater...... Will it be disbanded?"

Gu Dachun stared at her, the invisible pressure made Xue Ying seem to be pressed on a heavy burden, and just when she was almost unable to hold back, Gu Dachun spoke: "It seems that you have received any news?"

"I just guessed. Xue Ying was a little weak-hearted, "Is this still a secret?"

"Not really. Gu Dachun still looked at her thoughtfully, "It's just that the imperial court deliberately concealed this matter, so so far, the news has not spread." Especially in this area, Chuan Shuai has a life, and he must not let the news come in. ”

This area?

Does it refer to the scope of Ganxiao Temple?

"Can you hide it?" Xue Ying was skeptical.

"There are only a few people who have access to information here, and it is not difficult to hide it. But little girl, how do you know?"

"She has another channel. Aunt He'an's words came from behind Gu Dachun. She walked over and glanced at Xue Ying helplessly, "Miss, let's go in and talk slowly." ”

After entering the hall, after the idlers and others dispersed, Gu Dachun couldn't wait to ask: "Another news channel? What does that mean? Doesn't it mean that this piece has blocked the news?"

"You forget, the friendship between the past and the young lady is not ordinary. ”

"Miss Xixi?" Gu Dachun frowned and looked at Xue Ying.

"It seems that you don't want Master Mingtu to know about this. Xue Ying sighed, "Okay, I won't say it." ”

"Miss, did you come to us today for something?" asked Aunt He'an bluntly.

Whether it is Gu Dachun or Aunt He'an, there is a rare exhaustion on their faces - not only from the body, but also from the spirit, it seems that the death of Chuan Shuai has hit everyone very hard.

So Xue Ying didn't turn around: "Those people yesterday weren't refugees, right?"