Huang Chun's brows were tightly locked, and his heart was no less confused than Fu Yannian. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Both of them are understanding people, if they leave at this time, wouldn't it be no different from absconding in fear of crime?

Isn't it the sin of colluding with Luo Wei Shangjia to hide the yellow mercury oil powder in the purple fairy chrysanthemum with bad intentions?

However, this is the helpless entrustment of the old general Qin, is it that the matter is no longer said at this time?

If you don't avoid it at this time, stay in the green mountains, and make plans in the future, will there be even greater disaster?

This is also a bad thing to talk about.

Huang Chun looked at Fu Yannian in front of him, his face was pale, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, the corners of his lips that were as thin as knives trembled slightly, and in the bottomless starry eyes, the pain of confusion at the mercy of fate was sprinkled in the frosty pupils, so lonely, so lonely.

Once upon a time, such a proud man also had such fragility, which really made him unbearable.

The autumn breeze brushes, blows from the face, and slides into everyone's heart. The bits and pieces that are longer than life in the dark leak more and more, leaking the passage of time, sprinkling silent sighs, and the heart is old in an instant.

Just when Huang Chun wanted to step forward and ask Yu Wenchen a few more words for Fu Yannian, a soft knock on the ground sounded in his ears

- That's the code of the republican teachings.

What is said is that Yu Wenchen is a Xinyue dark sentinel, don't you know the purpose of his coming to Beiming?

He raised his head and looked sideways at Yu Wenchen and Fu Er.

Ling Sifu wore an autumn-colored piping skirt with a clear silk Xiangxiu horse, and under the skirt, a pair of covered jade feet lightly touched the green bricks, and clicked out the code.

However, Ling Sifu's fair and flawless face undoubtedly showed the camouflage skills that a senior dark whistle should have. She showed the same anxiety, pressure and urging as Yu Wenchen.

Huang Chun understands that like himself, Ling Sifu, who is also the secret sentinel of Xinyue and the confidential of the Republican Church, is making trade-offs at this time.

After a slight hesitation, Huang Chun let go of the hand that was tightly holding Fu Yannian's cuffs. just looked at Fu Yannian firmly, a pair of eyes like stars in the Hanhai Sea, lit with sparks full of hope:

"Stay out of the way, trust me, and let me find out about it for you. You give me that transcript, and I'll take it to General Qin. ”

Fu Yannian's hair was slightly messy, but his complexion naturally gradually recovered, only a sad color, faintly beating between his handsome eyebrows.

He put his hand into his sleeve and handed Huang Chun the investigation notebook that Huang Chun had stuffed into him earlier.

The body temperature of the two palms touched, and the music book floated on top of the body temperature, groping for the handover.

And the slight warmth on Huang Chun's hand floated on a jade touch thing, pushing that thing to Fu Yannian's palm along the way.

Fu Yannian looked at Huang Chun, nodded understandingly, then looked at Yu Wenchen and Ling Sifu behind him, looked at the brocade burden on Fu Er's body, bowed his hand slightly, and walked away from the horse.

……

A tributary of the Uji Canal, a stream of turquoise, shimmering shimmering water, stretches around the delicate riverhouses on both sides of the river. The houses are all exclusive courtyard style, carved railings and painting stacks, bead curtains and locked windows, chiseling ponds and standing trees, and planting stones and flowers.

A river house that is not prominent, the window lattice is gently half hidden, and a graceful and agile figure is reclining, and the cat-like eyes seem to be careless, but they are actually looking out of the window vigilantly.

Huang Chun squinted and leaned lazily on the carved wooden chair.

The elegant and delicate texture of the light cyan robe is slightly wrinkled, the gauze on the robe is hollow and faintly reveals the snow-white plain silk lining, and the cuffs and neckline are embroidered with silver-gray intricate dark lines.

Next to her, Xiong Luo'er, who was wearing a goose yellow shirt and holding a men's bun, sat on a wooden round stool made of ordinary material that had never been carved on the Eight Immortals table. While placing the food on the table of the Eight Immortals, he smiled at Ji who was guarding outside by the window:

"Senior sister, come and sit down, I'll take a look, you're tired too."

Ji Xiao'er's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't smile, and said calmly and politely: "It's okay, Senior Sister Ling is here." ”

Huang Chun opened his tired eyes when he heard this, got up and walked to the door to be on guard, and only after hearing the secret signal that it was Ling Sifu did he open the door and let her in.

Ling Sifu was still smiling, and first congratulated Xiong Luoer on his wedding.

Then he looked at Ji Xiao by the window, and said politely: "Sister Xiao'er's marriage is also approaching, congratulations." ”

Ji Xiao still kept a straight face, did not sit, and did not reply.

Although Huang Chun was also a little unhappy with Ling Sifu's actions the day before yesterday, it was inconvenient for him to be so embarrassed, so he asked Ling Sifu and Xiong Luo'er to sit down together, looked at Ji Xiao again, and nodded with warm affection in his eyes.

There is a table of refreshments on the table of the Eight Immortals: two Yixing teapots, respectively soaked in the re-replaced hair tips and slices, and three extremely thin kiln cups are placed on the table in the shape of a pinzig, among which are seven or eight small plates - dumplings, siu mai, cat ears, leek boxes, spring leaf rolls, and red bean cakes.

Earlier, Ji Xiao and Xiong Luo'er both used refreshments, but at this time, only Huang Chun beckoned Ling Sifu to use a little.

Ling Sifu stuffed a siu mai into his mouth, and heard Huang Chun say:

"The day before yesterday, Sifu you were too reckless.

I know what you mean, you want to take advantage of Xinyue's deliberate intention to oppose Fu Yannian and Beiming, to add fuel to the fire, so that Fu Yannian can understand the cruelty of reality, so as to develop him into a person of my republic.

Your mind is not bad, but what you have done is not right. ”

Ling Sifu thought that Huang Chun felt that she was suspected of falling into the well, and she also knew that Fu Yannian was her cousin Xue Jiudao, although they had never gotten along with each other, and they didn't know that the other party had already known their identity, but after all, they were also cousins, so they were a little ruthless.

After thinking about it for a while, he only smiled, "I'm sorry, I know it, it's just that I'm too anxious to see him join us." Huang Chun heard this, and his heart softened for a while, comparing his heart to his heart, Ling Sifu also had his own considerations, so he said leniently:

"I don't mean to reproach you. But do you know that it is impossible for you to really hide Fu Yannian's small actions such as sending codes? You're underestimating your cousin. ”

Ling Sifu was slightly surprised, she looked at Xiong Luo'er, and Xiong Luo'er also looked at her and gave her a gentle look.

"Do you know why you have to spend so much effort to do Fu Yannian's work?" Huang Chun took a sip of tea and asked.

"Well, he's an excellent Red Spy Secret Sentinel talent, and he's a good guy." Ling Sifu replied.

"Yes, then do you know that with Fu Yannian's red spy talent and six-sense perception, your small actions of sending codes can't hide his eyes at all." Huang Chun looked at her again, and at the same time gradually walked to the window, instead of Ji Xiao to monitor outside.

Ji Xiao waved his sleeves and walked to the table, still with a jade face, and continued: "When I went to pick up and arrange Fu Yannian, he already knew the deliberateness of this situation, but from the words and words, he seemed to be more suspicious that you are the same as Yu Wenchen, but you are the secret whistle of Xinyue." ”

Ji Xiao put the soft sword carved out of the dragon with the hook head on the table with a "snap", and the well-cut warrior skirt wrapped in a petite and pretty curve, lining the whole person from being angry and arrogant.

Ling Sifu's eyes were slightly cold, her mouth was slightly flattened, and her cheeks were slightly red, but she still admitted her mistake very with dignity, she stood up, bowed to everyone, and said, "I'm sorry, it's me who didn't care." ”

Huang Chun and Xiong Luo'er didn't blame her very much, but now that she understands, it is difficult for her, so they both smile at her.

Ji Xiao was still angry about something, and suddenly snorted coldly:

"You people from the family of hairpins and poetry are the most unsuitable for the duties of the secret sentry and red spy, you, Fu Shao, are all the same, if it weren't for Fu Shao, how could the master die in vain?"

Ling Sifu's words were a little abrupt, and even Huang Chun couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Master, Huang Chun's heart suddenly drifted to that night, the night when the master died.

When he saw the retreat signal released by Ji Xiao, the Beiming Red Spy who was following here had already moved.

He couldn't leave his master and sister behind and leave alone, so he sent a signal to find Ji Xiao, pretending to have a tryst with her for the investigation of the Beiming Red Spy, and relying on his affection for Wang Geng, he took the handle of the eldest princess, so as to protect his junior sister......

But the master left them forever, leaving only a mess for him to bear......

The night is so dark, so quiet, the courtyard is like a screen, the flowing spring is surging, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Fu Yannian's eyes were closed, his cheeks were crimson, and his whole body exuded high heat, as if he wanted to spew fire.

Ji Xiao twisted a handkerchief in a large copper basin and handed it to Huang Chun, who took it and wiped his body over and over again to get rid of the heat.

The skin on his chest was delicate and snow-white, like a freshly peeled lotus root, and the hot temperature under the peaceful shoulder blades simmered the veil for a while.