At noon, the rain was still pouring down.

The streets are somewhat silent, and pedestrians are extremely scarce. Suddenly, a group of soldiers in lilac armor hurriedly marched through the waterlogged streets in the pouring rain.

The leader's face was expressionless, and his body showed a bit of cold-blooded murder.

"The infantry army commands the yamen."

"Enter."

"Relevant people, etc., take it together."

Looking at the plaque on the high door in front of him, there were several very eye-catching characters. The leader raised his right hand and waved his hand gently, and when the soldiers behind him saw the order, they instantly rushed up and began to break down the door.

"Who are you?"

"You dare to trespass on the Yamen of the infantry army, do you want to rebel?"

A few guards at the door looked very nervous. When he saw someone suddenly breaking in, he scolded loudly.

"Fuck off."

"If you don't want to die, flash aside."

The group of soldiers who rushed in were murderous. They didn't say any nonsense, they had their knives in their hands, and with a sudden sweep of the scabbard in their hands, they had already smashed several guards to the ground, which was very savage and extremely domineering.

"Yang Qizhen, the chief soldier of the left battalion?"

The eyes of the leader looked at the people who heard the news, and one of them, who was a little taller, asked him.

"Exactly, I wonder where you come from?"

Yang Qizhen took two steps forward and saluted with fists, but on his face, he did not show half of his panic.

"Holy Word."

"Yang Qizhen, the chief soldier of the left battalion, handed over the talisman in his hand and waited for it to fall."

"All military affairs of the left battalion will be temporarily handed over to Ye Kongshan, the chief soldier of the right battalion, to take charge of it."

The leader put his hand in his arms, slowly took out a golden token, and then held it high. On the very dazzling token, a lifelike dragon is carved, and four large characters are engraved on it.

"I'm here."

Looking at such a scene in front of him, Yang Qizhen felt a little bitter smile and a little sadness in her heart. The people of the Yang family have been since their ancestors. Be loyal to the Sun family and protect Nanchu. But in the end, he was not given the slightest trust by the saints today.

"The last general's decree."

Yang Qizhen did not make any complaints, the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say more. He took out the talisman he had with him and slowly handed it to the leader. In his eyes, there was still a little reluctance.

"Take it first."

The leader shouted, and the soldiers behind him quickly stepped forward, and one of them grabbed one of Yang Qizhen's arms and escorted him away.

"All the people on the list, take them all together."

"Yes."

A group of soldiers quickly dispersed and searched within the yamen of the infantry commander, and for a while, chickens and dogs jumped here.

"Mr. Ye, congratulations on being promoted again."

"The position of Admiral of the Nine Gates is just around the corner."

The leader bowed his hand slightly, and congratulated one of the black-faced people.

"How dare you, how dare you."

"Eat the king, be loyal to the king."

"The saint trusts him so much, he will never give up."

Ye Kongshan clenched his fists, bowed deeply in the direction of the palace. An old face was as black as charcoal, and at this time, there was no joy or anger on his complexion. But in his heart, he has already blossomed.

"Huh."

The leader smiled casually, but did not say anything more.

"Lord Qiqi calms down."

"All the people involved, etc., have been taken."

A young-faced soldier walked quickly to the leader and bowed down to report to him.

"Good."

"Withdraw."

The leader was satisfied, and gave him a sharp order.

"Mr. Ye, I'll leave first."

He arched his hand slightly, said goodbye to Ye Kongshan.

"Please."

A group of armored soldiers came and went quickly. The infantry army commanded the yamen, leaving a messy scene at this time.

Ye Kongshan frowned slightly, standing here without moving a bit.

In his heart, there were already turbulent waves.

"Luan Yiwei."

Straight guards, patrol and arrest......

*

Thirty miles north of Lin'an City, the military tent of Beidaying.

"Holy Word."

"Zheng Hong, the chief soldier of the Peking University Battalion, handed over the talisman in his hand and waited for it to fall."

"Take it."

Such a scene took place in all corners of Nanchu. The military department, the infantry commanded the yamen, the various battalions around Lin'an City, and even the border towns of Southern Chu.

Under the iron-blooded purge, thousands of people may be implicated.

*

In Jinling City, the top floor of Fengqi Pavilion.

Wanwan, dressed in a bright red robe, stood in front of the window and looked out. Everywhere she looked, there was a sparkling wave.

The water of the Qinhuai River is still as rippling as the blue waves of the past.

"Cherry, what's going on in the city?"

"Why is it a plain white color?"

Wanwan didn't look back, her eyes still looking into the distance. But the pleasant sound was heard in the ears of a young girl behind her.

Cherry, eight-year-old, orphan.

She is the same age as Wanwan, and she has grown up in Fengqi Pavilion since she was a child.

"Return to the young master."

"The people of the city are paying their respects at this moment."

Cherry looked at the back of Wanwan in front of her and answered her.

"Oh?"

"Who's in remembrance? How could it be so grand? ”

Wanwan's face showed a little curiosity. Who died so that the whole city could spontaneously pay their respects to him?

"Southern Chu Military God, Prince Kang."

"Not long ago, he was killed on the battlefield of Xiangzhou......"

Cherry was very patient, and told Wanwan bit by bit what had happened.

"Hey."

"I didn't even know that such a big thing happened."

"It seems that I really don't listen to anything outside the window, and only read the books of the sages."

Hearing this, Wan Wan sighed slightly. Since the aunts left Jinling, she has never walked out of Fengqi Pavilion. Just an inch below her feet is where she goes about her daily activities. Every day, I either read and practice calligraphy in the boudoir, or practice martial arts and swords in the bamboo forest.

"Have you ever sent a letter from your aunts?"

Wanwan turned around slowly, and her stunning face appeared.

"Return to the young master."

"Fleur, Rose, and Peony, there is no news yet."

"However, Lin'an is not far from Jinling."

"Grandma Wu just sent a letter back to Fengqi Pavilion."

Cherry looked at Wanwan's alluring face and said to her.

"Oh?"

"Grandma Wu actually sent a letter?"

"Let's go, let's take a look."

As soon as she heard what Cherry said, Wanwan suddenly overflowed with excitement on her face. Grandma Wu and her aunts have been away from Jinling for a long time, and they can be regarded as looking forward to a letter coming back. She stretched out her hand, grabbed the cherry, and ran downstairs together.

The cherry behind her, looking at Wanwan who pulled her to run in front of her, was full of emotion in her heart.

The ambition in the heart of the young master is like a flying phoenix dancing above the nine heavens.

In her heart, she also has some expectations, and one day, she can follow her, help her take revenge, and help her chase the world.

This is the meaning of the word cherry.

*

"Aunt Lian, has Grandma Wu sent a letter?"

Wanwan looked happy, looked at Lianxin and asked.

"Whoa."

"There, hurry up and get it."

As if she had expected Wanwan's urgency in her heart, Lianxin stretched out her hand and pointed lightly, and said to her with a smile.

"Hee-hee, thank you, Aunt Lian."

Seeing a white envelope on the desk, Wanwan hurriedly ran forward and grabbed it in her hand.

"Aunt Lian, I'll go back to the room and take a closer look."

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out of the house. The cherry behind her also hurried to follow.

"This girl."

"It's that big."

"It's still so hot."

Lian Xin looked at such a scene, shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

*

In Wanwan's boudoir, there was a bright red color.

In front of the octagonal rhombic bronze mirror sitting on the dresser, Wanwan slowly pulled out the paper in the envelope in her hand and began to read the letter.

“......”

At the beginning of the letter, most of the trivial matters are recorded. One of the most important things is that in Lin'an City, Fengqi Pavilion rises from the ground and opens the door to welcome guests.

In the middle, there is a little bit of longing, and the most mentioned is Wanwan, who is still young.

Reading this, Wanwan felt a little sad in her heart, and her feelings of longing burst out instantly.

"Grandma Wu, Wanwan also misses you!"

The corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and he muttered to himself gracefully.

After that, there are records of some major events that occurred in Lin'an City, the capital of the Southern Chu State.

The establishment of intelligence agencies has already begun to show its effect.

Fengqi Pavilion has begun to emerge.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wanwan's expression froze. On the paper, one of the names caught her eye. It was just two words, but it made her breathing start to be a little rapid.

"Su Li."

"Su Li, the sixth prince of Daqi, left Lin'an City, and on the seventh day of the seventh month, he married the lord of Ankang, the daughter of Prince Nanchukang."

“......”

The letters are particularly detailed, describing the exact time and place where all the events took place.

"Whew."

"Brother Su Li?"

"Is it really you?"

Wanwan gently put down the letter paper in her hand, and tears instantly filled her cheeks.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Eventually, the name of a person she knew all the more familiar appeared.

*

In the golden autumn of September, the persimmons are red.

Under the tall persimmon tree, one tall and one short, one male and one female. The two of them were drooling at the moment, and their eyes were looking at the persimmons hanging from the branches.

The little girl pursed her lips slightly, stretched out her little hand, and pointed to the red fruit hanging from the branch.

"Brother Su Li."

"Wanwan wants to eat persimmons......"

Memories are like a tidal wave, enveloping her tightly.