Zhao Xian saw that Su Wanyun was so mysterious, and said secretly: Isn't it a long-lost out-of-print**? It's really possible to arouse Dongying's interest.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the brocade cloth and unfolded it, and looked at it carefully by the light, only to see that there were some large and small tubes painted on it, and there were spiral lines on it......

My God, Zhao Xian almost fell off the chair, and said incredulously with this drawing: "This is a line gun?" Where did you get that? ”

Su Wanyun was slightly stunned for a moment, but thinking that Zhao Xian had always been eccentric and knew a lot of things that should not be moved, she was also relieved, and explained with a slight smile: "This is what I got from a merchant in Northern Qi, Northern Qi calls it a small cannon, you give this thing to Dongying, it is definitely more important to them than a Songjiang Mansion, and you can also make a copy of it for yourself." ”

Zhao Xian was greatly surprised, and took out his semi-finished firearm and compared it, which was very different from the drawing.

The shock in his heart was incomparable, the wisdom of the ancients really could not be underestimated, and some things could still be made even if no one reminded them, and they were forced to do so.

Zhao Xian took this drawing and looked at it for a long time, shook his head and said: "This thing can't be given to Dongying, with this thing, Songjiang Mansion will get it back sooner or later, and if you give it to Dongying, the whole world will be lost." ”

Just kidding, if this thing falls into the hands of Dongying, they will have to rise in two years, and it is not a dream to sweep the Eurasian continent.

Su Wanyun seemed to know what Zhao Xian was worried about, shook her head and chuckled: "That's not it, just with this simple drawing, Dongying can't make it at all, they can't carve those spiral patterns, just like you also know the manufacturing method of the firecracker, don't you still not make it." ”

Zhao Xian didn't even make a smoothbore gun, because he had no one to help and the conditions were limited, but Dongying is a country, how could he not be able to build it with drawings, if Dongying directly jumped and equipped a rifled gun, he relied on the beams, a group of 'Zhihu also' scholars all day long, and they didn't know what they were beaten into.

"This thing can't be given to Dongying." Zhao Xian refused to accept this proposal, thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile: "Sister Su, don't worry, if you really let me negotiate with Dongying, I will have a way to make them go back happily." ”

Su Wanyun was slightly surprised, and wanted to ask a few words, but seeing Zhao Xian's unfathomable appearance, she stopped this thought, so she snorted lightly: "Then I'll wait to see your good show, no matter what, Songjiang Mansion can't give Dongying, the rest is up to you, I'll go first, you can rest." ”

The matter was said and done, and she had no intention of spending the night here, so she got up and walked out slowly, opened the door and disappeared into the rain after a few steps.

"If you go slowly, I won't send it."

Zhao Xian took advantage of the light and looked at this fine drawing carefully, and the admiration in his heart was incomparable, if this was made in large quantities to equip the army, in the current battlefield dominated by cavalry, it would be simply urging the king of Hades.

After looking at it for a while, Zhao Xian faintly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a lot, and the cold made him shiver, as if something called 'murderous aura' surrounded him.

Oops, forget this stubble, Zhao Xian's face slowly froze, and he slowly raised his head to look, but saw Yijun with his head down, and moved out from behind the screen with small steps, his face was as red as an apple.

With a hint of anger, incredulity and panic in her eyes, Mrs. An slowly walked out from behind the screen, her eyes staring at Zhao Xian's body, and her lips trembled slightly: "You... You shameless thief, you even... Join...... I should have thought of it a long time ago... Shameless people like you..."

How can I say that, I didn't have such a crazy good idea in the first place, didn't it happen by accident?

Zhao Xian stood up and walked in front of them, tried to put on a calm expression, and explained: "Sister Liu, you listen to my explanation, Yijun and I have known each other in Changzhou, and I saved her once......

"Yes, yes." Yijun hurriedly raised his head and said with a blushing face: "He inadvertently looked at my body in order to heal me at that time, I... I really like him..."

Really like him? Mrs. An's pretty face was white and scary, and she looked at Yijun, who looked twisted and shy, and was speechless for a long time.

When she was in Changzhou, she noticed that something was wrong with Yijun, and she didn't restrict Yijun and Zhao Xian's contact, but after that incident, she was separated from Yijun for nearly two months in a panic, but she didn't expect things to develop so quickly that she could bump into Yijun behind the screen, this, how can she be good?

"I really like him, and he really likes me, I don't believe you ask him." Seeing that she didn't speak, Yijun muttered again.

Mrs. An's body tightened slightly, her eyes were a little hazy, her teeth almost bit her lips, her face was pale, and she was stunned.

Zhao Xian scratched his head and said with a smile: "Don't make such a fuss, actually..."

"Shut up." Mrs. An stopped Zhao Xian's words, took a deep breath, and after a while, she barely showed a smile and said to Yijun: "I... I just discussed some things with Zhao Xian, and went home first......"

After speaking, she glanced at Zhao Xian, tears filled her eyes, suddenly turned around, pulled her feet and ran out, did not take the cloak, ran into the dripping rain, her head was stained with green silk and lost her original suppleness, her shoulders shook slightly, like a lonely grass exposed to the rain.

"Hey, you're wearing a raincoat..."Zhao Xian shouted a few times, but Mrs. An was stubborn, where was she willing to listen to his shout, and between three or two, she had already run away.

Yijun was anxious, and also ran to the door, looked at Mrs. An who slowly disappeared into the rain, and said distressedly: "What should I do?" My mother seems to be angry, you should think of a way. ”

Zhao Xian chased not chasing, if it wasn't for the silver needle, how could he make trouble in this scene, he was very annoyed, and he was worried about Sister Liu not knowing what stupid things she would do, so she could only look at Yijun and said: "Yijun, all this is a long story, it's my fault anyway... Forget it, I'll explain it to you later, we'll chase her back first. ”

Yijun was in a state of confusion, and she didn't care too much about Zhao Xian's words, so she took an umbrella and ran into the rain, chasing in the direction where Mrs. An left.

"Hey, hey! You wait for me, I won't fly. Zhao Xian put on his pajamas and cloak and ran into the courtyard, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yijun jumping on the wall and disappearing, the Guogong Mansion is so big, his martial arts are not high, and he can't go out over the wall, so he can only go back to the house and put on his clothes and run out in a hurry.

The sky was overcast, and the cold wind of early spring was biting, and my cheeks hurt from the cold. The suburban roads are empty, and there seems to be a faint layer of mist in the light rain, like flowers in the water, like light and dark, and it is not real.

Zhao Xian rode on the big black horse with his arms in his arms, looking around, but his eyes were full of mist, and he didn't know where to find Mrs. An's traces.

It's easy to say if it's an ordinary woman, but no matter how Sister Liu says it, she is also Yijun's adoptive mother, Zhao Xian is even more worried in her heart, and after getting along with her for so long, she also knows a little about her temperament. This woman is rigid and soft, decisive in her work, but very fragile emotionally, she cares about the people around her very much, and almost treats Yijun as her closest relative.

Sister Liu came to look for Zhao Xian in the middle of the night three or four times, Zhao Xian couldn't notice her changes, maybe she began to care about herself, but this time she suddenly bumped into Yijun, sad and disappointed and left angrily, no one dared to guarantee that she would do anything.

If something really happens to Sister Liu, where do I still have the face to face Yijun?

It's strange to say, I usually don't have much psychological communication with Sister Liu, and I get close to her because of responsibility and guilt, but when she runs away today, she feels that something is missing in her heart, as if it is not just guilt and responsibility.

Ay! Why are men so cheap, Zhao Xian is distressed, the rain has not stopped, the air is getting colder and colder, thinking about how cold she is, Sister Liu, a lonely woman without an umbrella, walks alone at night, and is heartbroken, and she can't freeze her body out of illness?

"Sister Liu, Mrs. An, where are you?" He couldn't care about so much in his heart, so he put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly as he walked.

Walking down the road, my voice is hoarse, in the middle of the night, everywhere is empty, where can I see Sister Liu's shadow? He wiped the rain from his face, and his anxiety suddenly increased again.

This road leads to Kyoto, there is a small river next to the road, foggy and rainy, no human figure, Zhao Xian was about to walk, but he heard a sound from the water's edge, like the sound of objects falling into the water.

How can there be the sound of falling water by the river at night? Zhao Xian chuckled in his heart, hurriedly looked over there, and saw the scene clearly in the faint light, but he was suddenly distraught.

I saw that on the surface of the water near the shore, a layer of ripples was gradually dissipating, and there seemed to be a woman's long hair floating on the water, which was rising and falling with the waves.

"Sister Liu..."Zhao Xian exclaimed, he threw the raincoat and couldn't care about the heavy rain, he only felt that his heart seemed to be torn, and he didn't even take off his clothes.

The cold lake water pierced his skin, but his heart was colder than the lake, and he said loudly while swimming towards that place: "Sister Liu, why are you stupid?" It's okay if you cut me with two swords, you can't die..."

He was an underwater dragon, and under this anxiety, he swam faster, and rushed to the long hair in three or two strokes, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he went to the underwater captivity. But the strange thing is that the water is empty, and there are people everywhere.

He hurriedly pulled up the tuft of long hair, and touched it very lightly, and carefully discerned it, but it was a messy lump of grass.

"Your uncle!" Zhao Xian was speechless for a moment, stunned for a long time, not just to cry or laugh, a cold wind blew, only to feel wet, cold to the bone.

Zhao Xian was resentful in his heart, but he was a little sad, he threw the grass ball aside in frustration, and was about to swim back to the shore, when his heart suddenly moved, no, there was clearly a sound of falling water just now, why can't you see people around? Can it still be a water ghost?

Thinking about it, he really shuddered for a moment, wiped the raindrops on his face fiercely, pulled his hands in the water a few times, and couldn't hear anything from the rain that was full of 'rustling' around him, he could only say loudly: "Sister Liu, I know you deliberately lured me over, come out quickly, things are not what you think, I am really not a white-eyed wolf, I never wanted to bully the two of you, you come out quickly-"

He shouted a few times, and the woods on the shore were so quiet that he could hear the sound of light rain dripping on the leaves, but there was not even a single figure to be seen.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Xian shook his head in disappointment, probably it was made by the fish, he swam to the shore, climbed ashore and his lips were already frozen and white, looked left and right at the black jungle, dragged his somewhat weak body, and left this place in frustration.

The night was hazy, and among the branches and leaves of the big trees beside the road, Mrs. An wanted to rush down several times with her long sword to kill this shameless guy, but when she saw the worry from the bottom of her heart, her heart trembled, and she couldn't lift the sword in her hand.

Her eyes were gradually hazy, I don't know whether it was rain or tears, the expression on her face was as calm as ever, trying to hide the ups and downs in her heart, but the fingers holding the hilt of the sword were already white.

The raindrops gently hit the blade of the sword, splashing one after another, and also hitting her and Zhao Xian's shoulders.

He seemed to be very weak, but he didn't climb up several times while holding on to the black horse, and he didn't know if he was cold or tired.

He, is he hurt? A strange color flashed in Mrs. An's eyes, but she was busy hiding it, not knowing whether to shake the sword over and kill him, or run over to take care of him, she just wanted to wait a little longer, think about it for a while, although even she didn't know what she was thinking about.

With the sound of horses' hooves and a burst of calls, the figure finally slowly disappeared from sight, and was no longer visible.

Mrs. An's body relaxed at this time, as if she had lost her strength, the sword fell to the ground, she leaned weakly against the trunk of the tree, raised her hand to cover her lips, and choked silently.

Maybe it was all a mistake from the start! Mrs. An cried for a long time, looked at the direction of Zhao Xian's departure with hazy eyes, closed her eyes and was silent for a long time.

In a moment, she floated down from among the leaves, picked up the sword stuck in the ground, and circled the original place in the dark night, but she didn't know where to go.