"Do you know a man called a blacksmith? He has a scar on his cheek and is a craftsman of cast iron. Please remember the URL of this site: . Liuyanqing asked.

General Fuhu thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "Ah, it's this person, I have some impressions, when the palace dismissed the minions not long ago, this blacksmith was dismissed because of his advanced age, and His Royal Highness the Night King rewarded him at that time." ”

"I guess I'll go back to my hometown to see his grandson." Liuyanqing said thoughtfully.

Liu Yanqing looked at General Fuhu and said slowly: "General Fuhu, I'm going back, I'm very happy to see you." ”

I don't know what's going on, Liuyanqing felt sour in his heart for a moment, as if he was a person who had been reunited after a long absence, and felt inexplicably sad when he was separated, because Liuyanqing knew this goodbye, and he would never see each other.

General Fuhu's old cheeks were a little sad, but he still smiled hard, and said to Liuyanqing: "The old minister respectfully sends Concubine Rin." ”

Liuyanqing smiled bitterly: "It's not Concubine Rin for a long time." ”

"But now you are still Concubine Rin, and in the heart of the old minister, there will be no one else to replace you."

General Fu Hu looked at the back of Liuyanqing and said slowly.

When Liuyanqing left, he left through the main gate, because Liuyanqing still wanted to leave from the gate at the last moment, which meant that he would not come back.

The last time he left, Ling Feiliu took him over the back mountain, and when he thought of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart. It's better to say goodbye to the future.

The little guy who pushed open the door and was closed just now was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground in the front yard, and the sky gradually began to turn fish white, and there was a faint red sunset, and the smoke was clear and walked in the direction of Caixia, and he didn't stop when he passed in front of the little guy, allowing the little guy to stare at him with a surprised gaze.

The little guy looked at the woman in a white dress and long black hair in a daze, opened the door buckle lightly, and left like this. The rings on the gate still ringed with the sound of bells, and the surroundings were quiet again.

The little guy rubbed his eyes and said to himself, "Who was that person just now?" Ay? No, there has never been such a beautiful person in the palace, no, why doesn't she have a sound when she walks? It won't be ......"

The little guy threw down his broom and strode forward, stretched out his head to look outside, and the streets on both sides were deserted, and there was no one on either side. The little guy retracted his head in horror, and then looked at the door buckle that had just been opened, and his brows suddenly tightened: "If it's a ghost, how did you open this door buckle?" It's really strange, well, no matter what, nothing strange happened in the palace anyway. ”

Liu Yanqing did not go back to the palace directly, but walked around the street market in the capital for a while, at this time Liu Yanqing dressed himself as a man again, and bought a folding fan in his hand at some point, shaking it like a boy, and the people who came and went were also curious to look at this beautiful man, and couldn't help but wonder: Which beautiful man is this.

Liu Yanqing became more and more proud whenever he heard this, and he was clearly admitting that his disguise technique was perfect, and he didn't realize that he was actually a woman disguised as a man.

The Night King's street is separated from Marriage Road, and at night there are various paper lanterns around Marriage Road, which attracts handsome men and women, and this nameless street attracts customers with its market-like activity.

As if in the daytime, there are small vendors on both sides of the road selling their proud works. There are hair accessories that girls like, as well as baked cakes and sugar gourds that children like, and some well-dressed young people squatted on the ground and watched the scholars draw and write. Not far behind them was a river that stretched to the marriage road, so at night, by the moonlight and the weeping willows, there were also the lights of the fishermen's houses shining, and when I looked closely, it turned out that the literati who liked poetry had come to discuss poetry on the bow of the boat.

Liuyanqing couldn't help but sigh, when did the people live so comfortably, this kind of scene is a scene that is often seen in the country of Tula, and it is also a scene that I feel thriving, if a country will not enjoy the nightlife at night, then I am afraid that the country is only snarky, what should I do to support the whole country in the future?

Liu Yanqing slowly approached the marriage road, and did not get too close, because Liu Yanqing knew that if Jing Xuan found out at this time, he would have to stay very late, but he was afraid that it would be too short until the next day. Liuyanqing thought that since he had already left the letter, he didn't need to bother again, in this case, he would only leave reluctance and regret.

In the dim light, Liuyanqing saw that the streamers on the weeping willows were dancing in the wind, and Liuyanqing surrounded the weeping willows, trying to find the one that had been, but unfortunately the light was too weak, so Liuyanqing had to jump on the branches to look for it.

Liuyanqing groped with his memory, but never found it, and was discouraged, when suddenly the branch he was holding with his left hand was broken, and Liuyanqing was unstable, and grabbed something casually with his right hand, trying to maintain balance, but he still stepped on the air.

Liuyanqing is agile, and he stabilized himself in time at the moment when he almost fell to the ground, so that he did not injure himself, otherwise, with this height, he would definitely let himself fall lightly.

Liu Yanqing realized that what he was holding with his right hand just now was a faded ribbon, and there was still a trace of red at the stitch of this ribbon.

Because Liu Yanqing saw that one end of the ribbon was embroidered with the word 'night',

This ribbon was tied by himself in the night of Kongming, and it was only then that the smoke and Qing reacted, the belt tied by the people was definitely not made of noble fabrics like this, and this kind of silk can only be used by people of noble status.

Liuyanqing stared at the ribbon, but didn't know what to do. Recalling that when he tied this ribbon on the night of the sky, he still tied it for himself when he was unconscious, and Liuyanqing sighed in his heart, it must have been that he did not fulfill his intentions, so God deliberately made a joke with himself.

Thinking so, Liu Yanqing took out his red handkerchief, carefully tied the ribbon of the empty night with one end, and tied the other end above the weeping willow, which was still in the original position.

Liuyanqing jumped down and stared in that direction, the smile of the year appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Maybe in this way, you can tell the former self that the mood you had back then is worth guarding for a lifetime, and it depends on yourself whether you should protect that innocence or not.

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