Du Yunjin forced himself to look at the letter in his hand, there were only a few pens on it, and what was written was that Xiao Yuli said that the grain in the southern Xinjiang area had been requisitioned, and the remaining grain and grass would be transported from Shuzhong, which would take time, and they should do their best to fight a decisive battle with the Yi people in order to reduce the military burden for the imperial court.

Other than that, there was no other news. Du Yunjin glanced at it again and again, but still didn't see any implication. She breathed a sigh of relief and clasped the letter on the table, only to drop a roll of paper that was attached underneath.

On the white rice paper, a few simple strokes outline the oblique branches, dotted with stars, and it is actually a pale pink peach tree.

is a simple painting with no other words, but she knows that it is from Xiao Yu's handwriting. He was quietly telling her that the peach blossoms in Dongwu Mountain were blooming again, and he remembered the oath between them, and he was still waiting for her return. This is a code word that only the two of them understand, and no one around them understands it.

Xiao Shaokang coughed softly a few times beside him, waking Du Yunjin up from his contemplation. She raised her head and glanced at everyone in the hall, turned to Rong Jingcheng and said: "King Qing sent an urgent letter, asking us to fight with the Yi people as much as possible, and we must try our best to enter a wartime state, first of all, thoroughly rectify the discipline in the army, and Meng Chong's matter must be stopped as soon as possible!" ”

Rong Jingcheng responded casually, and his attitude was extremely perfunctory. "The order is to go down, and immediately transfer half of the garrison battalion to conduct a door-to-door search of Meng Chong's whereabouts in the city."

Everyone in the hall was speechless, as if in a wordless rebellion. Du Yunjin got up and picked up the peach blossom pictures scattered on the ground and put them in his arms, and walked out of the hall door as if he hadn't seen everyone.

The originally clear sky outside was blown up by the wind at some point, and there were faint signs of heavy rain.

"General Meng, we must leave immediately." Lalu couldn't explain a lot to Meng Chong, and asked Busaka to take someone to load him into the carriage compartment in the courtyard.

Meng Chong resisted a few times, and when he heard Laluo say this, he gave up resisting when he saw his solemn expression, and hid in the compartment of the carriage without saying a word. Their plan seems to be going very smoothly, and now it should be Du Yunjin who ordered a house-to-house search of his whereabouts, forcing Laluo to take him back to the Yiren's lair.

The car soon began to move, and Meng Chong held his breath and listened to the movement outside. It seems that the small courtyard where he lived before was near the city gate, and it was very quiet day and night, and it seemed that it should be a big house on the other side of West Street. Meng Chong remembered that because of the high prices, the houses there were occupied by wealthy merchants who were engaged in selling all kinds of products in the early years, but unlike the mixed fish and dragons on East Street, the wealthy merchants on West Street were extremely low-key and rarely interacted with ordinary people from the outside world. When they thoroughly investigated the spies, they usually chose to carefully inspect East Street, and they only checked West Street, but they didn't expect that the Yiren would take advantage of the loophole.

It didn't go far before Meng Chong heard a conversation between Busaka and the city gate guard, and Busaka said a lot of good things, and Laku, who was sitting in the carriage, coughed violently in cooperation, indicating that he needed to go out of the city in time to be healed before being released.

After some dredging, the carriage finally left the city and galloped towards nowhere. Meng Chong was very uncomfortable, and after a few collisions, the wounds on his body cracked again, oozing blood. He gritted his teeth, trying to calculate where the carriage had gone.

The carriage finally stopped after galloping for three moments, and Meng Chong was also dragged out of the compartment by Busaka. His face was flushed, the wounds on his body were not cracked, and the corners of his lips were bitten by himself.

Fusaka helped him to sit down next to the trunk of the tree, and Lalo didn't care about him at this time, and pulled a small boat out of the woods with Fusaka.

It seems that they have been going back and forth between Long Island County and the old nest for a long time, and this small boat is like a small boat abandoned by a fisherman, and it can't withstand much wind and waves. If he wasn't mistaken, they were using the boat as a ferry, and the big boat back to the lair should be somewhere in the middle of the sea. They did not dare to light something like a signal smoke that would reveal where they were, but agreed to meet somewhere at sea.

"Get on board!"

Buban dragged Meng Chong towards the boat, but Meng Chong resisted violently, "Where are you going to take me?" I'm not going anywhere! ”

"Not going?" Busaka didn't have much patience, and after being tossed a few times by Meng Chong, he couldn't wait to throw him here now and leave him alone. "Lao Tzu sues you, you have to go today, and you have to go if you don't go!"

He used brute force, Meng Chong hugged the trunk and did not let go, the two sides were deadlocked, and the blood stains on Meng Chong's body seeped more. Lalu turned around and saw the scene here, and when Meng Chong was not paying attention, he knocked him unconscious, and then moved him to the boat with Fusaka, rowing towards the depths of the sea.

The sea was calm, like a huge piece of satin, shining brightly in the sun, giving the illusion of gentleness.

Du Yunjin stood on the tower of Changdao County, looking at the carriage carrying Meng Chong out of the city and rushing all the way to the sea. The plan went very smoothly, if nothing else, there would be more than a month to return, I hope that the peach blossoms in Dongwu Mountain have not yet withered, and she can also climb the mountain with Xiao Yu again to watch the flowers.

Xiao Shaokang stood beside her, standing side by side with her. From an angle she couldn't see, he stared at the longing-mad face.

He has never been much interested in those emperors and imperial powers, before meeting Du Yunjin, his life's long-cherished wish is nothing more than to travel all over the world's famous mountains and rivers, treat those who are sick and injured along the way, and then find a favorite place to live. But after meeting Du Yunjin, his mind was quietly changing, he didn't want the imperial power, but if he could exchange these for that person, he was willing to fight for it in his selfish heart.

"Let's go." Du Yunjin turned around and walked towards the city tower, the wind blew up the sleeves of her regular clothes and fluttered in the air.

That man......

The person who was obviously close in front of him, but in Xiao Shaokang's eyes, he was far away, no matter how he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch it, just like the small flame hidden in his heart, breeding alone in the dark, and he didn't know when he would burn himself.

It was raining outside the window, like jade grinding ink on one side, and Guo Housheng waited on the side of the study as usual. Xiao Yu stared intently at the rain-soaked bamboo forest outside the window, and the tip of the pen she was carrying dripped ink on the blank rice paper.

In such weather in the imperial capital, I am afraid that a lot of beautiful flowers will be drenched, and I wonder if the peach blossom forest on Dongwu Mountain can escape this catastrophe.

"Eldest brother is really interested!" Xiao Yuli clapped his hands and walked in from outside the door, Guo Housheng instinctively stepped forward to stop him, but he pushed him away. "This king also wants to be like his eldest brother, to be able to draw and write in his spare time."