The prefect of Yanzhou has a nice name, called Xuanchao, who was originally an outer disciple of Muyun Heavenly Palace.

Although the prefect of Yanzhou is said to be a court yamen, in fact, since the four great families ruled the Central Plains, the court yamen has been in vain. It's just that Muyun Tiangong is a relic of the royal family, so it follows the setting of the prefect, and the prefect is set up in addition to Langya for the convenience of jurisdiction.

In the final analysis, it is more like this prefect and more like a squire, in addition to getting things from Muyun Tiangong every month, he is a person who deals with the shortcomings of the villagers and parents.

In the five years since Muyun Heavenly Palace was burned, Muyun Heavenly Palace has no power to help. Finding the usual way to send some rice and noodles every month is the limit. Xuan Chao had received the favor of Muyun Heavenly Palace, so naturally he didn't care about these. But in order to make the life of the people of Yanzhou better, he took out all his savings.

The red lacquered wooden door of Xuanchao's mansion is also magnificent from the outside, but the courtyard is really destitute, except for some wild flowers that grow wantonly, and even a stone table and stone bench made of granite have been pawned.

Xuan Chao walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, took a bowl of red bean porridge that had been boiled for two hours, and brought it back to the house by himself.

The doors and windows were closed, the windows were covered with window paper, and there was only a dim candle in the room. In this house lived his wife, called Zhiqiong.

He took care of all his wife's daily life by himself, and even the little boy who had been following him since he was a child would not be allowed to enter.

It was pitch black in the room, and there was a sick woman lying on the couch. The woman looked thin, with some gray hair on her temples, but her face was still girlish, but she was contaminated with illness and did not look very energetic.

Xuan Chao walked to the couch and gently hugged Zhiqiong in his arms: "I came back late today, and the red bean porridge has just been cooked." ”

Zhiqiong half-leaned on Xuan Chao's body and drank a sip of red bean porridge, and suddenly frowned: "Why did Xuan Chao put so much sugar today?"

Xuan Chao said with a smile: "Today's porridge made with wheat tastes astringent. Thinking that Qiong'er didn't like to endure hardship, she put more of it. Don't you like it?"

Zhiqiong looked at the bowl of red bean porridge, and there were red dates in the thick bowl of porridge. She took the red bean porridge and smiled softly, "I like it." With that, he drank the bowl of red bean porridge in one gulp. Xuan Chao's expression relaxed a little.

Xuan Chao took the empty bowl and helped Zhiqiong to sleep, and he folded the quilt for Zhiqiong: "Qiong'er will rest first, and I'll go wash the dishes and come back." ”

"Hmm. Zhiqiong seemed to be tired, hugging the quilt and closing her eyes slightly.

Xuan Chao walked out of the door, Zhiqiong slowly opened his eyes, looked at Xuan Chao's back, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan, that bowl of red bean porridge boils people's hearts, and she can taste it no matter how much sugar she puts in.

Xuan Chao walked back to the room and saw that Zhiqiong had fallen asleep. He looked up at the moonlight outside the window, and on the fifteenth day, he knew that the night had passed.

Xuan Chao slowly picked up his sword. He rubbed his patched sleeve against the blade of his sword repeatedly. The blade of the sword was already shining, but he felt that it was still not clean. It was as if the blood stains on the sword had been soaked in, and even if you couldn't see the blood, you could smell the blood.

Xuan Chao wiped for a long time, and he became irritable, got up and waved his sword, causing the leaves of the old trees in the courtyard to fall under the moonlight.

The sword was given by Xiao Mingjing when Xuanchao stayed in Yanzhou, and the swordsmanship was also taught by Xiao Mingjing himself. Now this sword does not subdue demons or eliminate evil spirits, but it is used to rip out people's hearts.

Xiao Mingjing has knowledge under the spring, he will be very disappointed, right?

"Xuanxuan. "The shallow female voice is like a sweet mountain spring.

The anger between Xuan Chao's eyebrows suddenly dissipated. He put away his sword and looked back at Zhiqiong: "It's cold at night, why did you come out?"

Zhiqiong smiled slightly: "I feel better at this time, I have been bored for many days, and it is good to come out for a walk." ”

Xuan Chao hurriedly put away the sword and took out a cloak from the house to put it on Zhiqiong. The cloak of Shu brocade is embroidered with begonias mixed with gold thread. This cloak is the most valuable thing in the prefect's house, and if it is pawned, it should be worth a hundred and ten taels of silver. But Xuan Chao never pawned this cloak anymore.

Zhiqiong gathered her cloak and the tip of her nose was a little red, she looked at the one that couldn't shine in the moonlight and said in a dumb voice: "Xuanxuan, it's better to ...... Will you let me go back?"

Xuan Chao's brows suddenly frowned: "Qiong'er, don't say such frustrating words again." I'll always find a way to cure you. ”

Zhiqiong's nose was sour: "Xuanxuan, you know that it can't be cured." I ......"

Xuan Chao interrupted Zhiqiong and said, "I don't care what you become, I won't let you go." Don't...... You go again. ”

Zhiqiong's tears rippled down. If she had known that this would be the case when she came back, she would never have come back to find Xuan Chao.

Once knew that Qiong was a fairy who played with flowers in Kunlun. Once greedy for play, he quietly went down Kunlun and met Xuanchao. Because of Xuanchao, she felt that even if Kunlun was good in every way, it would be difficult for the enemy. And she stayed.

Who would have thought that birth, old age, sickness and death in the world are commonplace. Xuanchao was sick for the people of Yanzhou. Her spiritual power was originally weak, and she could only exchange her life for her life to save Xuanchao.

But this world only has color because of Xuanchao, what is the value of exchanging life for life?

But she didn't know that she saved Xuan Chao by herself and made a wish, but Xuan Chao became a lonely person in this world.

Since she left, Xuan Chao seemed to have gone crazy. He refused to admit it, nor would he let her go. Her coffin rested in the same room where she lived for three years.

Every time, the people of Yanzhou ask where the prefect's wife is. Xuan Chao would always smile: "The inner body has bad bones, and he is sick and is raised in the hospital." ”

What Xuan Chao and Zhiqiong didn't expect was that one day three years later, Zhiqiong would wake up.

There was a knock on the door.

"Is it the prefect's house?" Lu Yubao's voice sounded outside the door.

Xuan Chao sent Zhiqiong back to the room with a tight mind.

Seeing Xuan Chao's expression, Zhiqiong was a little flustered and worried, "What's wrong with Xuan Chao?"

Xuan Chao said lightly: "I think there must be something wrong with coming to me so late." ”

There was another knock on the door.

Xuan Chao frowned slightly, and when he was handing out white flour cakes in front of the mansion today, he saw a few people around the corner. Two of them had spoken, and he still remembered the voices.

He had never seen these people in Yanzhou, and they didn't look like ordinary businessmen, and since Muyun Heavenly Palace was burned, there were few monks passing through Yanzhou, so he naturally kept more snacks.

And a few days ago, there were four strange people dressed as merchants from the Western Regions who also arrived in Yanzhou. He was always restless.

Since Muyun Heavenly Palace was burned, there have been very few immortal cultivators who have come to Yanzhou. Now that there are so many of them, I'm afraid that they are coming for Zhiqiong.

Xuan Chao opened the door and saw Bai Luo standing in front of the mansion, looking at the mansion with a pair of extremely cold blue pupils, and then took out the suspect he drew casually from his sleeve: "This is the person you are looking for?"

Xuan Chao nodded: "Yes." ”

Bai Luo shook the painting in his hand: "We caught this person." ”

Xuan Chao was shocked: "What ???"