That night, Su Yuanxuan was habitually absent from Su Mansion, and Xue Ling was happy to be alone. I wanted to pack my luggage, only to find that the clothes from two years ago basically didn't fit, and only a hair crown was still used.

In the past two years, he has been a young lady, sometimes a young lady, sometimes a small servant, but he is not the young general of the past.

Xue Ling was stunned, and with a faint candle flame, his hair tied up, and the long sword in his hand, he finally vaguely retrieved some old times from the bronze mirror.

The world is impermanent, and in the old years, she always had to wear men's clothes and secretly comb some of her daughter's hair accessories. Now, everything has turned around. She was dressed in women's clothes and tied up a man's crown.

Slightly the same thing is that I always feel that my face is not so much like my own.

The second day is the winter solstice, which is also a big day in the Liang country, every family has to stock up on winter grain, and then the old and young eat a round meal, praying for a winter full of warmth and health.

Su Mansion is no exception, seeing the upper and lower slaves and miscellaneous servants coming in and out, saying that Master Su will also come back in the evening.

Xue Ling hadn't been in such a comfortable mood for a long time, standing under the eaves, stretching out his palm to catch the cold of early winter,

This is the fun that I cultivated in Heijo when I was a child. At the time of the winter solstice, it was already very cold in the city of Heijo, and the fog was especially heavy in the morning. Xue Yihan will also take a group of soldiers to stock up on winter and seek good luck.

Every year on this day, Lu Wen'an took the little Xue Ling to a thick fog early in the morning, stretched out his palm, and could see the fog churning in his hand, a little breath, and it was even more dreamlike.

"The more you catch, the more blessings God will give. Can you be respectful, hold it with both hands. ”

"Daddy said that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and it is all up to people's hearts"

It's a pity that there has been no fog in the capital these days, and there is no Lu Wenan. Since falling into the water, there is no Uncle Lu in the world, and she has nothing to protect.

When Su Yuanxuan entered the door, he saw a jasper-like girl standing there, although she could only see her side face. But it's no longer the gloomy expression of the past two years. The green silk is waist-length, and the smile is good.

Excellent, there is one less in this house.

Halfway through lunch, Su Yin put a carved brocade box and a bag of broken silver into Xue Ling's hand. The red sandalwood is inlaid with snail shells, about a foot square. Xue Ling didn't know what was in it, and he didn't care much. I only saw a serious hairpin on the seal: "The Su family in the capital, welcome the driver." ”

Pushing the box aside, Xue Ling asked, "Song Cang is good." ”

"Neither civil nor military has ever been left behind, and he is a talent that can be created."

The three of them didn't say anything more, and after finishing their meal, Xue Ling went out of the Su Mansion Gate.

Although it is the winter solstice today, the weather is fine and the streets are still lively. Xue Ling picked out a long sword, put on a set of night clothes with tight sleeves, and settled in an inn quite close to Jiangfu.

In the past two years, she has also been to the Jiang family twice, but the Jiang family has come and gone, but she has never seen Xue Li's shadow. Xue Ling planned to go again tonight, and if he couldn't find it again, he would simply kidnap someone and ask. Maybe it was to send Xue Li to a place far away from the heavenly home, and it is unknown.

In case I was not energetic at night, I hurriedly slept in the afternoon, woke up and ate something, and looked at the sky It should be time.

At this time, it was too early to go to Jiang's house, and there was nothing worth going. Bored, Xue Ling opened the box given by Mrs. Su.

On the top was the Pingyi Sword and a silver sachet. The sachet was the one given by Mrs. Xue Ling at the beginning. Now I gave it to her again, I don't know what it means.

However, the Pingyi Sword was a pleasant surprise, after all, it was the Su family's thing, and Xue Ling returned it after thinking about it again and again the night before. Today's regain makes people can't help but be excited.

Further down, there is a silver ticket of 5,000 taels, and the Su family is a big deal.

When you open the silver ticket, you will find a stack of letterheads. Xue Ling couldn't read the handwriting, and only after reading a letter did he realize that it was Song Cang's. There are dozens of letters in this stack, and it seems that Song Cang's letter has not been broken in the past two years, but it was detained by Mrs. Su.

I don't know what happened, but the order of the letters was actually disrupted. Xue Ling followed the payment date for a long time to figure out a clue, it was indeed Song Cang's handwriting. At the beginning, she agreed with Song Cang that if it was too peaceful, there would be one less water in Cang.

Reading one by one, you can see the changes of the old people in the distance. The original letter was a horizontal and vertical letter. This is the favorite font of the literati, and my father also let him practice it for a while.

In these letters, the young man's mind is immature, and he is nothing more than missing his father and brother. Further down, the handwriting changes little by little, and eventually becomes a wild grass that walks the pen and snake.

"Thinking of the disaster of the Song family, the days are like years."

The last few letters turned back into official letters, but compared with the original, it didn't look like a person's handwriting at all. Come to think of it, he also lived as another shell.

After reading Song Cang's letter, Xue Ling let out a long breath, finally, he finally caught something in the past two years.

Looking further into the box, it was already the end. Judging from the width of the outside of the box, this is only half the height of the box, how can there be nothing?

Xue Ling picked it up and shook it twice, there was a sound of squeezing in it, she had never loved things, so she directly took a sword and cut off a corner of the box.

Sure enough, there was a mezzanine, and there was a stack of letters underneath, and it took some effort to take it out, only to find that these letters and letterheads had been dismantled. Obviously, the original was not for Xue Ling.

The top one seems to be quite precious. The paper is a fine gold paper, folded several times, and only the size of a chip remains.

Xue Ling felt that she was a little strange, she clearly didn't know what the content of the letterhead was, but her hands trembled in panic.

The more panicked, the more you can't disassemble, and the more you can't disassemble, the more panicked you are. Fortunately, this gold paper is quite strong, otherwise I am afraid that she would be torn apart directly.

The paper unfolded little by little, and the narrow one had neither a letter nor a payment. It's just a few numbers.

"Xue Yihan died on the twentieth day of the peach month."

Xue Ling didn't think much about it, threw a note and hurriedly unpacked the remaining pile of notes.

This demolition, the former heartbroken matter, is all in front of us.

The society feasted day and night, and the emperor collapsed. The six princes succeeded to the throne. ---- hundreds of officials guarded the spirits, and Xue Yihan did not return. The new emperor was furious---- the war had not started, and Tuoba Milled to ask for his own relationship with Liang. ---- Princess Sanssouci secretly agreed. Xue Yihan, the public counselor of the ---- State, coerced military exploits to order the Son of Heaven to commit murder. ---- Prime Minister Shen Xue Yihan lied about the military situation, and the country did not return, and he had no respect or humility. There was no battle in the sixteen cities in the northwest of ----. ---- Princess Sanssouci and her ---- Xue Yihan joined hands with Song Bai to assassinate Princess Sanssouci and block Hu Qinjin to consolidate their own prestige. The three departments of the ---- soldiers and torturers tried Xue Yihan for more than 100 articles, and the nine clans were guilty of the same crime. ---- Song Bai surrendered the two cities of Ping'an, and the city of Ning was lost, and the northwest was scorched.

Xue Yihan committed suicide, and Song Bai was beheaded.

Those pasts that she didn't participate in finally invaded her brain bit by bit in another way.

But how? On the day the emperor died, it was obvious that the Hu people were hoarding troops outside the city, how could it be that after a few days, Tuoba Milling arrived in the capital. Her father had a glorious life, how could he joke about the Northwest? How could Song Bai become a traitor.

The letter is full of small numbers, which shows that it is just a message, and it may not be true. Xue Ling held his sword and paced back and forth in the room.

Everything can be checked, in time, in time. When she finds Xue Li, she will return to Pingcheng. There will always be living people who know what that war was like.

The foot wind flew with the notes on the ground, and the gold-drawn paper flew in front of me again.

Xue Ling picked it up, "Xue Yihan died on the twentieth day of Taoyue".

There was a thunder explosion in my head, Taoyue Twenty, how could it be March Twenty. When I returned to the capital, it was already the beginning of April. At that time, the Song family had not yet been executed. In total, the decree of condemnation was issued for only two or three days.

How could her father have died on March 20. On that day, it should have been not long after she and Lu Wen'an left. Before the three parts were tried, how could her father die on March 20.

Xue Ling crumpled all the shredded paper on the ground into a ball and threw it into the charcoal basin. She went out with peace of mind, and she wanted to ask Mrs. Su. Where did all this come from? Where did it come from?

It is all up to people's hearts to act, but only people's minds can't.

As soon as I thought of it, Bai Riqing was born with a powerful ghost.