In the dark compartment about ten inches long, there is a square rosewood box, the body of the box is dark purple and shiny, and there are not too many carved patterns, which is simple like a precipitated antiquity.

Qing Li carefully took it out slowly, and the heavy weight seemed to indicate that there were a lot of good things in it.

When she opened it, she saw some precious herbs and a few familiar celadon vials, which were the three bottles of agar that she had ceded to her grandfather when she had negotiated the conditions.

Perhaps, these things were originally given to her, but grandpa just couldn't get over it, so he hid here "after repeated teachings" and waited for her to get it.

Qing Li smiled slightly, closed the lid and breathed a sigh of relief.

Why does she want to know everything about others? Grandpa has something to hide from her, naturally there is a reason, since he chose not to tell her, it must be for her good, but she was in a hurry and lost her sense of proportion......

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Qing Li put the box back in the dark grid, but when his fingers touched the bottom of the dark grid, he found a tightly knit protrusion.

Tracing the gap, it seems that there is a dark grid below this dark grid.

Qing Li's heart moved, and he pressed the place, and saw that the stone slab was quickly put back, and a brocade box gradually rose.

For some reason, Qing Li suddenly felt that her heartbeat was a little faster, but after only a moment's hesitation, she opened the brocade box again.

On the bright red soft silk, a simple and delicate dagger lies quietly, without too much decoration, and the tail of the fine iron dagger body is inlaid with a bright ruby, and then there is a "Li" character that is scalded out with gilt......

"Girl, away from home. If you still have to bring something to defend yourself, this dagger will be given to you. When she was fourteen years old, the old man in good spirits said this to her. I didn't want to think about it, so I threw it directly into her hands.

She took it, and the first thing she saw was not the ruby, but the gilt small letter, such a wild and grassy writing style, who else but this old man?

Laughing and raising her hand, she quipped, "Wasn't this dagger originally mine?" How can we talk about sending each other? ”

The old man's beard and beard flew up. Rolled up his sleeves and flicked it directly on her forehead, and scolded: "Don't get cheap and sell well!" Take it for you! ”

She rubbed her forehead angrily, pouted, and said, "Yes." I'll keep it! But this ruby is too cumbersome, and I don't like bells and whistles, so I might as well take it! She said, tinkering with the gem. It was actually taken down. Suddenly surprised: "Ah! It turned out to be detachable! ”

"Nonsense! How could an old man add this when he knew you didn't like it! The old man raised his chin, as if he took it for granted, and he caught a glimpse of her putting the gem in her hand, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Stinky girl! This is an inheritance, why don't you give it to the old man to try it! ”

She blinked a pair of bright and clear eyes, looked at his beard and stared at his eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take the ......"

The spring breeze is warm. In that peach blossom season, she simply packed her bags. rode away on a black horse, and this dagger became her carrying.

It's just that last time on the Void Peak, in a hurry, she pulled it out and injured Shulian, and she also rolled down the mountain, and the dagger was nowhere to be found after that......

She has always regretted this, and she once asked people to go back to find it, but the size of the peak is like looking for a needle in a haystack......

Qing Li frowned, reached out and fiddled with the ruby set on the dagger, and removed it after a while. The bright red color and the fact that it is impossible to tell what kind of material the gemstone is are completely unmistakable......

"How are you here?" Qing Li muttered to himself.

If Grandpa found it, wouldn't it be better to give it to her directly? Why are you hiding in this dark compartment?

Remembering that she had used it to cut Shu Lian's palm before, and she had seen a new scar on her grandfather's hand before, was there any connection between this qiē?

Qing Li didn't dare to think further, and took several deep breaths before suppressing the heavy uneasiness in his heart.

Hurriedly put away the dagger, and she went back to the palace.

There had never seemed to be a moment that terrified her so deeply as she did today, and she suddenly regretted having to take care of these trivial matters, so much so that she took her own in.

……

The winter nights in Shuobei were colder than in other places, the cold wind blowing over the empty camp, hoarse hissing, and the scattered trees, trying to hold a few yellow leaves on the branches in the night wind, were even more snorting like ghosts crying wolf, which made people feel creepy to listen to.

Large and small tents are neatly arranged on this camp, most of the tents have turned out the lights and candles, and there are still teams outside the camp are patrolling back and forth, strictly tidy and clean, under the reflection of torches, the figures passing by are like ghosts, but it adds to the coldness of the night.

In the largest tent, the arm-thick butter candle was burning, and the candle tears had accumulated to fill a candlestick, which could not be filled, overflowed, and fell on the desk, condensing into a piece.

Under the lamp and candle, a figure of Yuanyu Yuezhi was still comparing the topographic map on the table, his cold and handsome face was condensed, and the low breath around him made people dare not approach.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall man in armor walked in, and when he saw the person who was studying the topographic map, he smiled helplessly, "Chen, your injuries are not healed, go and rest early." I heard that the night festival has just woken up, and there will be a truce in the next few days, so there is no need to be so nervous. ”

Ling Yichen didn't raise his head, his eyes continued to lock on the map in front of him, and said lightly: "Last time in the woods, Xichuan set up a strange formation, and it was completely chaotic, but they seized the right time and place, if we hadn't retreated in time, those soldiers might have lost half!" Ah Yue, do you think that in this case, I can still feel at ease? ”

He sighed and shook his head again, "The night sacrifice was seriously injured by me this time, and the soldiers of Xichuan were sad and indignant in their hearts, the so-called mourning soldiers will win, I am afraid that the next battle will be difficult......"

Nangong Yue was stunned, and seeing his sad appearance, he also followed to the table.

The chaotic topographic map is full of small flags, and the already intricate graphics now seem even more dazzling.

Nangong Yue frowned, patted Ling Yichen's shoulder heavily, and said, "Chen, don't you want to grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige!" Although the night festival is a character, but you are the victorious general of our ink painting, and those ghosts and ghosts will be scared just to see them! ”

Before, Nangong Yue suffered a loss under the Night Sacrifice and lost the first battle, but he held back his anger in his heart.

Later, Ling Yichen came, which was to raise his heart, and although the loss of ink troops in the last battle was stricter than that of Xichuan, Ling Yichen was so injured that he couldn't get out of bed, which can be regarded as very happy, and he is absolutely full of confidence in the future war!

Ling Yichen snorted, punched him in the chest angrily, and scolded with a smile: "You kid, don't give me this set!" ”

Nangong Yue snorted in pain, couldn't help coughing, grabbed his right arm in surprise, and stretched it carefully, "Chen, your hand is so hard, it's okay?" ”

The night sacrifice shot stabbed him in the elbow and grazed his veins, and the military doctors said that he should take care of it for some time, otherwise the hand would be useless.

Why is it that after only ten days of hard work, it actually made his chest hurt so badly?

Ling Yichen withdrew his hand angrily, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, and the old god was saying: "The mountain people have their own tricks, my injury has basically healed, even if I go and fight that night sacrifice now, I can still have the upper hand!" ”

Nonsense, there is only half a life left in that night sacrifice, how can it still be your opponent?

Nangong Yue slandered in his heart, pulled his arm again, and said strangely: "That's not right! It doesn't make sense! What are you doing with this speed? ”

He suffered a slight injury last time and recuperated for half a month, how did this kid get better so quickly? It's so unreasonable!

Nangong Yue stared at his arm tightly, as if he was about to stare out of a transparent hole.

Ling Yichen smiled disappreciatively.

Previously, Qing Li asked Wang Bo to send the wound medicine, each of which had a miraculous effect, and he only used it for a few days, and the wound had basically healed, and the tendons and veins in it were even more connected, and even the military doctor said that it was miraculous.

A smile of honor rose on Ling Yichen's lips.

The military doctor was amazed, of course, how could the injury medicine given by Qing Li be bad? He has always believed in Qing Li's medical skills, and of course this little injury is not a problem.

I heard Wang Bo say that Li Er seemed to be angry when she heard that he was injured.

Can he understand that it is a concern for him?

Ling Yichen smirked, instantly feeling warm in his heart.

Nangong Yue looked at him like an idiot, and then he had some sudden realizations like waking up from a dream.

Who else can make this cold-faced prince naïve, besides Qing Li?

How can the Qing family's medical skills be questioned? There are traces of Chen Hui so fast......

Last time at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, Nangong Yue also had a glimpse of it, that Qingli is indeed an elegant and unparalleled woman, the kind of indifference and soothing from the heart seems to make the entire lively banquet hall still, and she is the only one who is happy and independent.

Such a woman is undoubtedly tempting, and it is difficult for Ling Yichen, a hundred steels, to become different for her.

It's just that such an excellent and beautiful woman, why doesn't he feel heart-pounding when he sees it?

Nangong Yue rubbed his head in confusion.

He thought that a hard-hearted person like Lianchen was tempted, and he, a normal man, couldn't fall behind, right? Otherwise, after a few years, some people will say that he has a habit of breaking his sleeves!

However, he has seen more women over the years, and none of them have touched his heart!

Even he began to wonder if he really had that potential......

Thinking of the previous family letter, his mother set him the family affair of the third year of high school, Nangong Yue really felt that his head was too big!

A good girl's house, what kind of sleepiness is pretending?

I'm afraid that he is also unconscious, and it is estimated that his life is over...... (To be continued......)

PS: Woo, it's finally passed up~ Today's network card is good, forgive me......