The sky was dark, and the last, cold white hung on Wangyuan Mountain, and the crowd at the gate of the palace began to disperse in twos and threes, the palace gate was closed, and everything was settled.

No one expected that An Jun would actually make such a response, and in a few days, the second son Ji Feng would leave Shaotai and go to the Song Kingdom as a hostage, while the third son Ji Xuan would stay and wait for an auspicious day to be established as the prince.

The dispute was over, and the panic was washed away by the sudden waterfall rain, and the doctors realized that although one party may be destined to be unwilling, this is still a good way. As for what choice the fool would make, they didn't care, and maybe occasionally did, but it had little to do with their interests, and they chose to forget.

Before the leaves were dry, the accumulated rainwater fell down the lines of the leaves, dripping on the hilt of the iron sword, dipping down the pattern on the hilt and finally disappearing into the edge of the palm.

The palms of his hands were white, and he tightly clung to his sword, and the man holding the sword stood erect under the tree, his cold and dead eyes becoming anxious as the sky gradually darkened.

"Master Song, when do we have to wait?"

A thin voice sounded in the carriage, and the beautiful little maid tore off a strip of cloth and bit it in her mouth, tied her hair into a bunch, tied it with a strip of cloth, shook it at will, and then took out a hard bow, broke the string, and put it on her body, and carried the quiver full of arrows, and then, with a shake of her two plain white hands, she pulled out two bright weapons from the roof of the car.

These were two extremely strange weapons, no more than two feet long, like crooked scythes.

The little maid put the weapon behind her waist, pulled out an unlit torch from the car, raised the curtain, stood on the wheel and glanced at the white in the distance, and turned around and said, "Master Song, if you don't decide, it's too late." ”

The coachman cowered in the shadows, his teeth clenched, apparently hesitant.

The little maid frowned: "That Yan country person may not be reliable, at this time, those who have received the grace of the Hou Nu may not come to help us again, we can only rely on ourselves, while the city gate is not closed, rescue the little Hou Zi, and leave overnight." After speaking, he propped up on the post with one hand, and his body spun up, and landed lightly on the canopy, ready to raise the fire.

At the same time, around the ruined courtyard where Ji Lie originally lived, people opened the door one after another and walked into the loess road, some carrying huge war hammers with bare arms, some were ragged and their feet were still stained with mud, but they were carrying swords and shields in their hands, and some had just put down their small loads, that is, they pulled out two heavy axes from it......

They are the Song State Iron Warriors, the palace guards, twelve years ago followed the Song State of the little marquis to Anguo together, after the death of the little marquis, their little marquis was expelled from the palace city, house arrest here, and they also came here immediately, waiting hard, silently guarding, just for the time when they were half-kneeling on the ground, the promise made to the little marquis.

Tonight, maybe they will all sleep here, but none of them flinched, this is the dignity of the samurai, a promise to live and die, a promise to dry the city!

Their footsteps fell very heavily, and when they fell into a pit, they startled the wild dogs in the corner with their tails between their legs, and at the same time woke up the woman in the broken courtyard, who silently put down the large basin of water in her bosom, wiped her hands with the hem of her clothes, and turned and walked into the room, and came out with a huge bow in her hand.

The woman glanced in the direction of Miyagi, and with a blank face, she lit the tarpaulin on the arrow, stepped forward with her left foot, and pushed back with her right foot, and her waist, which was as thick as a bucket, was incredibly bent into a bow, and the huge bow in her hand was as full as a full moon.

"Boom!!"

The tattered wooden door shattered to slag, and the giant man who was as strong as a hill stepped into the courtyard, raised his washbasin-sized war hammer in his hand, and his eyes were like a well of stagnant water, and he looked at the woman's right hand steadily.

The woman looked at her and refused to give her a halt. More and more people gathered, they walked through the door, they didn't look at the courtyard, and it was as quiet as death.

Somewhere in Shaotai City, groups of ghosts emerged from the shadows, they were wrapped in black cloth all over their bodies, and only the white sun and moon were embroidered on the collars of their clothes, and they quietly gathered in the empty courtyard, waiting for an order, or a little firelight to cut through the sky.

On the palace city, the city gate with a helmet and armor walked on the city wall with heavy steps, his hand always on the hilt of the sword, and the five fingers opened and closed from time to time, and behind him, a long halberd armor soldier followed. Not far from the opposite side, there was also a group of people coming to meet them, the gatekeepers of another city gate, who would converge in the middle, but they all stopped their steps and looked at each other through the helmets.

Although the rain stopped, the chill was even more infiltrating.

The night wind blew the remnants of the leaves on the ground, floated along the gap in the shoulders of the dead soldiers, came to the eaves and spun around, and quietly sneaked into the bright room.

A middle-aged man with a beautiful mustache sat crooked behind the desk, holding a glass of wine in his hand but not drinking it, and gently tapping on the desk with his other hand.

"Knock, knock......"

The knocking sound was chaotic, showing his mood at this time, and after a long time, he put down his wine glass, silently walked out of the room, looked at the group of black dead soldiers in the courtyard, and nodded.

The leader of the dead half-knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the head of the family, if it doesn't work out, come and see you." ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, pulled his sleeves out of the courtyard, boarded the carriage, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

……

The arrow is on the verge of being fired.

The beautiful little maid was about to light the torch, but her eyes flashed, the corners of her mouth curved, she leaned forward, and looked straight at Miyagi through the shadow of the trees.

The city gate opened, and two palace people and a team of armor soldiers escorted Ji Lie out, Ji Lie looked east and west, as if he was looking for his coachman and little maid everywhere, and his expression was quite anxious.

"Hou Zi ......"

The little maid cheered, jumped off the canopy, toe down, and was about to run towards Ji Lie, but her face suddenly turned red, and she got into the car with a 'whoosh', and in the blink of an eye, she got out again, and the bow on her back disappeared, and the two sickles disappeared.

Someone was faster than her, as soon as Ji Lie Fang came out, the dumb coachman ran towards Ji Lie like a sharp arrow off the string, he grabbed Ji Lie's arm, looked up and down, left and right, and was afraid that Ji Lie was missing something.

"Ahh......h

"Haha, I'm fine, let's go home."

Ji Lie smiled lightly, the warmth in his chest rose, the coachman and Xiao Yu were worried about him, how could he not be worried about them. Now, seeing them standing in front of him intact, the boulder in Ji Lie's heart finally landed.

At this time, the little maid walked lightly, still so timid, like a weak grass wool in the wind. The horse, which was so thin that it was about to die, also saw Ji Lie, flapped his ears, pulled the broken cart and trotted all the way, leaned a huge head towards Ji Lie, stretched out his stinky tongue and licked Ji Lie's face.

"Hou Zi is back, I have seen Hou Zi."

The little maid saluted Ji Lie with her hand, her demeanor was thoughtful, gentle and pleasant, and compared with the little girl who was carrying a bow and a knife just now, it was like two people, but the color on her face still did not disappear.

……

The moonlight is like water, gently caressing the streets and alleys of Shaotai City. The coachman drove the skinny horse, and the skinny horse pulled the broken cart, creaking all the way.

Ji Lie and Xiao Yu sat in the car, Ji Lie kept quietly looking at her and smiling, the little maid's face was red with shame, the two sickles were easy to hide, but the hard bow was too difficult, the car was so big, she covered this side, but exposed that side.

"Xiaoyu." Ji Lie called.

"Hmm."

Xiao Yu lowered her head and answered, still trying to cover the exposed hard bow with her skirt.

Ji Lie stretched out his hand and gently pressed her hand, and said with a smile: "You are my swordsmanship teacher, right?" Now, he doesn't have to play dumb anymore.

"Uh-huh......"

At the moment of the tentacle, Xiao Yu retracted her hand as if she had been pricked by a needle, and when she retracted it, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then, Ji Lie asked such an earth-shattering question, she was stunned for a moment, blinking her eyes and couldn't react.

At this time, there was a "crackling" sound outside the car.

Hearing this sound, Xiao Yu's face turned even redder, bit his lip, and replied softly: "Well, Xiao Yu didn't teach well, please punish Hou Zi." ”

Ji Lie glanced at the hard bow behind her and said with a smile, "Your swordsmanship is much stronger than mine." ”

"Compare, it's not as good as Master Song's, Xiao Yu is not good at using swords." Xiao Yu pressed the hard bow with her skirt, her voice became thinner and thinner, her head became lower and lower, and her face was almost hidden in her chest.

Ji Lie's heart was soft, he didn't ask Xiao Yu who he learned his swordsmanship from, nor did he ask what was going on with the bow behind her, he knew a lot of things, but he just knew each other, but there was one thing he had to ask: "Xiao Yu, who is the person reading on the wall?" ”

This time, Xiao Yu shook his head very dryly: "I don't know." ”

Ji Lie's heart sank, if even she didn't know, it meant that his mute coachman didn't know, and he had already drawn the short bamboo stick that represented exile, and he would leave Anguo in a few days, and he would not be able to come back until Anjun died and a new monarch succeeded to the throne.

On that day, is it ten years or thirty years later, far away, when will the kindness you owe be repaid?

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Ji Lie closed his eyes, but his heart became more and more sure that all the kindness would not be forgotten, and all the shame would eventually be returned.

He had to draw today's short lot, otherwise, I am afraid that he will never be able to leave Miyagi again, and will lose his chauffeur and maid forever. An Jun can bet on whether he is stupid or not, but he can't bet on whether An Jun can have a benevolent heart. There is no choice.

"Houzi, let's give it a name."

Xiao Yu's voice sounded in her ears, and Ji Lie opened her eyes, only to see a fluffy bird lying in her snow-white palm that had just opened its eyes.

Ji Lie smiled: "I have a sword called 'Tiger Evil', so let's call it 'Evil Spirit'!" ”

"Is it this sword?"

In the cold light, a sharp long sword swayed horizontally in front of him, Ji Lie was stunned, he didn't see where his little maid took it out at all.

Xiao Yu's face turned red again.

……

"Gray, Gray......"

The thin horse knew the way, and when he reached the broken courtyard, he stopped and shouted happily.

The coachman opened the curtain, and Ji Lie and Xiao Yu walked out one after another, and the little maid kept her head down to look at her toes.

Ji Lie smiled and walked towards the courtyard, but found that the courtyard gate was missing, he turned his head to look at the little maid, Xiao Yu still lowered his head, but the neck seemed to have eyes, and said softly: "I don't know." ’

"Oh."

The room on the east side was full of light, reflecting the bright moonlight, and the woman's bloated figure was shining through the window, and after a while, the woman heard the movement, pushed open the window, and glared at Ji Lie fiercely.

It's business as usual.

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