Wherever the army passed, the thieves hid in the mountains and did not dare to show their faces; The mighty power swept the sky, causing birds and beasts to flee in fear.

The elite soldiers of the 3,000 Imperial Forest Army sent each other for five miles, and then Qianyue led the troops back to Beijing.

What really followed Xu Muchuan was the five hundred elite soldiers led by Ran Hong, as well as Wen Ruofei and Fu Hengsheng.

After this soul cleansing, the five hundred elite soldiers respected Xu Muchuan more and more, and they didn't dare to underestimate it. After all, who dares to face the emperor in the court, dares to compete with hundreds of officials, and dares to use the civil and political secretary as a whetstone, who can do this?

One by one, the soldiers straightened their chests, unwilling to fall into the majesty of the Qincha march on this official road of mountains and rivers.

Xu Muchuan and the others walked on the official road to Nancheng, because in Nancheng, Xu Muchuan still had some things to deal with.

The sun and the moon change, and time flies.

It didn't take long for Xu Muchuan to lead everyone to see the city of Nancheng.

Looking at the tall city gate of Nancheng, Xu Muchuan tugged on the reins hard, so that the war horse stopped Xishuosuo.

After a slight pause, Xu Muchuan clamped the belly of the war horse tightly, and the war horse opened its hooves and headed towards the city tower.

The mighty and undisguised crowd stepped into the city gate, and a wave of enthusiasm was set off in the entire southern city, and all kinds of discussions rose in the corners of the southern city.

Today's prefect of Nancheng is the former governor of Wujiang, and Wu Jiang is the only official in the entire Nancheng who has not been punished.

"Your Excellency."

Wu Jiang learned the news of Xu Muchuan's return from the city gate, and rushed from the mansion to the Yingyuan Restaurant, standing at the door and saying hello loudly.

"Lord Wu doesn't have to be polite, come in!" Xu Muchuan's voice soon came out of Yingyuan Restaurant.

Wu Jiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped in with a heavy breath. In Wu Jiang's view, Xu Muchuan is a fierce tiger, a tiger that can bite off the towering tree of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Now, Wu Jiang will not use age to measure Xu Muchuan's means and abilities.

"My lord, now everything in Nancheng has become normal." After Wu Jiang entered the door, he looked at Xu Muchuan's somewhat deep face, and said with a slightly nervous hand.

"That's good, now that Lord Wu is in charge of the prefect of Nancheng, then don't act like the previous prefect." Xu Muchuan was already planning to leave Nancheng, so he felt the need to give Wu Jiang a good beating.

Wu Jiang immediately held his breath, his eyes shrank sharply, his body subconsciously lowered a little, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, rest assured, the lower officials will not disappoint Your Majesty, and will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty." ”

"Hmm." Xu Muchuan nodded lightly, waved his hand and said, "If there is nothing else, you can go back first!" ”

"Yes, the lower official retired first." Wu Jiang knew that Xu Muchuan wanted to stay alone for a while, so he bowed and said in understanding.

Then, there were only a few people in the hall of the entire Ying Yuan Restaurant, and it was extremely quiet.

Xu Muchuan glanced around and looked at the Yingyuan Restaurant where he had lived for some days, and couldn't help but feel troubled. Although there was no change in Yingyuan Restaurant, Xu Muchuan always felt that something was missing.

"Brother Wen, Qing ...... Where is Miss Wei buried? Take me over and see it. "Everything has come to an end, and Xu Muchuan can now make some space in his heart to think about other things.

"Childe, Miss Wei is buried in Qingyou Mountain near here." Wen Ruofei seemed to see a dim color flashing in Xu Muchuan's eyes just now, and his mood was a little complicated.

The beautiful mountains are winding and circling, like a sleeping dragon.

Xu Muchuan looked down at his feet, looked at the white clouds filling the sky, watched the peaks surging up, and set off surging waves in his heart. Then, Xu Muchuan silently focused his gaze on the small mound with a tombstone in front of him.

Green mountains, quiet and lonely.

There are few people set foot here all year round, and because the green fields are in a hurry, it is named Qingyu.

Xu Muchuan walked forward step by step. And Wen Ruofei and Fu Hengsheng stood in place tacitly, watching this scene quietly without making a sound.

Tombstone: Wei Qingyan

There are only three words on a large tombstone, which looks particularly deserted.

Xu Muchuan slowly bowed down, squatted in front of the tomb, and slowly raised his right hand to touch the tombstone. Quietly, gently, stroking the three words on the tombstone, Xu Muchuan felt that his right hand was trembling lightly without obeying the call.

Squatting in front of the tomb for a long, long time, Xu Muchuan didn't say a word.

Then, Xu Muchuan stretched out his left hand and took out a beautiful wooden box from the clothes bag on his chest.

Xu Muchuan's face seemed to have some ripples, and there seemed to be a mist in his eyes, but he was quickly hidden by Xu Muchuan.

When the box was opened, there was a white jade hairpin broken in half. The hairpin lay quietly in the box, lying flat like a sleeping beauty.

Looking down at the hairpin in the box for a while, Xu Muchuan gently closed it. Then, Xu Muchuan dug a shallow pit with his hands in front of the tombstone and buried the white jade hairpin with the wooden box.

A handful of mud and gravel covered up the shallow pit.

Straightening up, Xu Muchuan's eyes flashed with a look of reluctance and nostalgia: "It's time for me to leave, I don't know how many years before I can return here." ”

After a pause, Xu Muchuan looked at the words "Wei Qingyan" on the tombstone, and said softly: "If there is a chance, I will come over to take care of the dust and weeds for you." ”

"I'm gone, goodbye." Xu Muchuan quickly closed his eyes, as if he was evaporating the tears in his eyes.

The back was hazy, and it gradually disappeared into the quiet mountains. Xu Muchuan didn't stay for a moment, turned around and walked towards the way down the mountain, step by step.

Suddenly, a quiet breeze fluttered through the mountains, and the rustling of leaves seemed to be chanting in a regular rhythm.

A fallen leaf fell in the breeze and landed on the tombstone.

Then, another breeze rose, and the fallen leaves slowly floated from the tombstone in the direction where Xu Muchuan left.

Good bye!

Perhaps, sleeping in Qingyou Mountain, she is saying goodbye to Xu Muchuan, who is about to leave.

Perhaps, she was standing not far away, quietly looking at Xu Muchuan's back, and staring at her red lips.

Perhaps, she has turned into a fallen leaf, and with the breeze blowing, it fell on Xu Muchuan's shoulder.

In the mountains, there seemed to be a burst of music, and there was a faint pink shadow dancing. The river, the carp is jumping, splashing and rippling.........