Without waiting for Ying Xuemei to ask, Ying Zuodong had already spoken.

"When you enter the city later, ask the guards to find out what is going on. ”

The general at the gate of the city saw the banner of the Eagle family and said something to the people around him.

Soon, the soldiers rushed towards the homeless, and as they pushed and struck, they screamed and retreated.

One of them saw the eagle flag, approached this direction and shouted.

"My lord, please send troops to save the general. ”

They were responded to by more drastic evictions.

"Two thousand soldiers, two thousand lives, such a good general!"

"Please—please—as long as you go and save the general, tell me to do whatever I want. ”

"Why is this happening?"

As she was about to enter the city, Ying Xuemei turned to look at the homeless people who had been pushed hundreds of paces away.

A middle-aged man pulled out a white cloth from his body and lifted it above his head to open it.

"General, it's our incompetence!"

On the white cloth is a painting made of blood and other unknown materials.

The person who painted the painting is profound, and the whole scene is vivid.

In the interweaving of fire and night, a resolute figure dressed in the costume of Guangwu Baihu held a spear that pierced through a corpse, and the spears of dozens of wind thieves around him were stabbing at him.

Ying Xuemei's heart was beating and she wanted to take another look at the painting, but she had already entered the city.

"Stop! I'm going down!"

Ying Zuodong turned his head, very puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Father, didn't you see the painting from before?"

"See, that's what they call a general, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just déjà vu and wanting to see it again. ”

Eagle Zuodong smiled wryly.

"You haven't experienced a long time of travel, you must be too tired. Wang Fang, take Xuemei and the others to the accommodation arranged by Jinxi. ”

"But..."

"I'll ask you what's going on with Uncle Jinxi later, you go and have a good rest first. ”

Lu Caiwen appeared at the right time, his face was no longer furious as before, and his face was full of gentleness.

"Xuemei, you just follow your father's arrangement and go to rest first, I'll go to see you when I'm done." ”

Lu Caiwen interjected, making Ying Xuemei directly lose interest in speaking and nodded.

Lu Caiwen's smiling eyes flashed with haze.

......

Sitting on the bed, Ying Xuemei felt as if there were thousands of insects crawling in her heart, and she was irritable.

And her every move is in the little green eyes that get along with her day and night.

Xiao Lu clearly remembered that since she heard that Feng Qing Gongzi had died, Ying Xuemei had never smiled again.

Normally, Ying Xuemei's mood is as stable as a pool of stagnant water.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you worried about the matter with Lu Caiwen's son?"

"It's not. Before, at the city gate, did you see the picture scrolls taken out by the displaced people who were driven away?"

"Yes, I don't see it, what's wrong?"

Ying Xuemei shook her head.

She thought the painting was familiar, but she was sure it was the first time she saw it. Then there is only one possibility, the person in the painting she has seen.

But she couldn't remember when or where she had met such a person.

Xiao Lu saw that Ying Xuemei's mood was becoming more and more abnormal, and she was afraid that she would do something stupid, and her eyes began to gurgle.

After a while, my eyes lit up.

"Miss, I didn't expect Fushun City to be built by order of Master Yang Zhengyuan. ”

Ying Xuemei sighed and ignored it, but her tangled expression dissipated a lot.

Midori didn't stop there, but continued to speak.

"If Young Master Fengqing is still alive, it would be more suitable for him to guard Fushun City. ”

The endless thoughts of Yang Fengqing quickly squeezed the distress out of his mind. Ying Xuemei's head was once again filled with the figure that was only one year older than her, but extremely tough, and remembered the bits and pieces between them as if they were yesterday.

He always does things that she doesn't understand at first, but when she's done, she's amazed.

With him, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

Everything he had was like a pure ecstasy to her, making her fall deep and unable to extricate herself.

She thought she could be so happy and happy for the rest of her life.

So at that time, she only knew to follow him, and never thought about why.

Even with such an unusual hunt, she didn't notice that he was acting strangely and his head was full of about to marry him.

In an instant, the scene of them riding their horses and going hunting was frozen in her mind.

His figure on horseback quickly overlapped with the figure in the previous painting, and finally overlapped perfectly.

Ying Xuemei's tears poured down like summer rain.

"Woo-Brother Fengqing! That's my Brother Fengqing!"

Ying Xuemei shouted and got up, and was about to run outside.

Xiao Lu was frightened, and then got up and hugged Ying Xuemei.

"Miss, the master is doing something, let's not trouble him. ”

Midori was very panicked, Miss was not only talking nonsense this time, but also acting.

This is Fushun, and outside the city is the wind thief.

If something happens, she will be responsible even if she dies.

Ying Xuemei, who was struggling violently, suddenly stood still, and Xiao Lu's heart did not fall.

Because the more she stopped it, the more Ying Xuemei reacted. I didn't stop until I fainted from grief, what happened this time?

"Miss, are you alright?"

Midori looked at Ying Xuemei's face, tears falling from it. Let the dim smile of everything in this world quietly bloom and become more dazzling.

"Little Green, it's true! This time it's true! That's my Fengqing brother!"

"But... But..."

"Why don't you even believe me? Let go of me, I'm going to find those outcasts! I'm going to find my Fengqing brother..."

"Miss, they..."

Knock Knock Knock –

Bang –

Midori was about to open the door, but someone had already knocked it open.

Ying Zuodong's face flushed from too much excitement and the tears swirling in the tiger's eyes made the two people in the room silent.

"Old... Master. ”

"Father, I..."

Ying Zuodong interrupted Ying Xuemei's words.

"Little Green, you go out first!"

"Yes. ”

Looking at all the actions of Ying Zuodong, Ying Xuemei Bingxue is smart, and her emotions are even more agitated.

"Father—"

"Not long ago, I inquired and learned that those homeless people were asking us to go to Shaohua to rescue a team of 2,000 Guangwu troops, and the general's name happened to be Yang Fengqing. I'm not sure if he's Feng Qingxian's nephew yet, so don't get too excited. ”

"Woo-it must be, it must be Brother Fengqing!"

"Really, how do you know for sure?"

"The painting I saw when I entered the city, the figure on it is the same as the figure of Brother Fengqing when he rode a horse! Let's go and find those homeless people, let them lead the way, and go to save Brother Fengqing!

Ying Zuodong can only smile bitterly, this is the sickness of longing. When you see something vague, you can't help but think about it.

But no matter what, that young man named Yang Fengqing, he wants to see people in life and corpses in death.

"My every move is in the eyes of many well-intentioned people, so I can't check it. ”

Ying Xuemei was even more disappointed.

"Then I'll go by myself!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to walk out.

I thought there would be a sound of blocking behind me, but I didn't expect it to be approval.

"Hmm. ”

Ying Xuemei suddenly stopped her body and turned to look at Ying Zuodong, her snow eyes full of complexity.

"Father—"

Ying Zuodong waved his hand, looking embarrassed.

"I've already asked Caiwen to deal with other things, and your Uncle Wang will always be by your side, but you only have three hours to confirm whether that person is Feng Qingxian's nephew. ”

"If you can't confirm it after three hours, then I'll use my method. However, in this way, whether that person is Feng Qingxian's nephew or not, he will be hurt to a certain extent. ”

"Father, you-"

"Let's go, time is running out. As for everything I do, you'll know when the time comes. Remember, no matter what the results are, don't tell outsiders about them!"

"Uh-huh, I know. ”

Ying Xuemei still cares about any image, and runs out like crazy.

......

In a small forest five miles away from the west gate of Fushun, thousands of figures stood in a staggered manner.

In their eyes full of awe, Zheng Qi carefully hid the painting in his arms.

"What are we going to do?"

"It is impossible for the officers and soldiers here to go to Liaodong to rescue the general. ”

"Why don't we go to the capital, and ask the Holy Lord to send troops to save the general. ”

Zheng Qi shook his head, the matter has come to this point, and he has no choice.

"Alas—there's only so much we can do for the general. ”

"But the general is only 2,000 people, what should I do in Liaodong!"

"The general is a god, and he will definitely be able to break the wind and thieves!"

Everyone ignored this little boy, who had been extremely stubborn from the beginning.

The little boy did not intend to be ignored by others, and after shouting, he left the group with his bow and arrows in hand, and went north alone.

"There are so many displaced people here, we're all going to die if we stay any longer. Rest for an hour and head west. Find a place to live first. ”

Everyone nodded, they all wanted to live.