This poem was written by Mao Dafang, the deputy envoy of the imperial capital, to test Yin Mei. At that time, the people in the Jingshi were panicked, worried that Yin Juma would help King Yan to attack the city, so he specially found someone to send a secret letter to Huai'an to inquire about Yin Juma. Later, Master Mao was also convicted and died because of this incident...... Tong Fu's mind was messy, and he actually sent this Liu Moxie to Huai'an City at that time, and that poem was sent to Yin Yuma's hands like this......

"Alright, the girl can leave. In the future, we should not see each other again. Liu Mo hugged the fox, and his eyebrows were indifferent.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I have made it very clear that I owe the girl a favor, and I have paid it back now. Since we no longer owe each other, we will say goodbye, and the mountains and rivers will have nothing to do with it. Liu Moxie's face was already impatient.

"Whether it has anything to do with it, I still need to ask one more thing." Tong Fu stared at her deadly, "The old people and old things that Liu Xiucai just said in his mouth are the old palace walls, but there is a female history of the former dynasty?" ”

Liu Moxie held the little fox in front of his eyes, with a look of pity, "Anai, tell me, these people have a good life, and they have to force themselves to die, are they stupid?" Life is not worth anything, and it is in vain for others to think about it. ”

"If Liu Xiucai knows her whereabouts, he will take the trouble to tell her, don't take risks."

Liu Moxie hugged the little fox in his arms again, "Although I don't understand what the girl said, if you really see someone who wants to take a risk, you can persuade her." It's just that as for whether people listen or not, Mo Xie really can't do anything. ”

"She's in Jingshi?!" Tong Fu clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips against his palms, and it hurt.

Liu Moxie saw that her body trembled slightly, and gently patted the back of her hand, "Don't be persistent, girl, you will naturally meet when you should meet." What shouldn't be seen, even if a life is thrown away in vain, it won't help. Don't forget to ......"

After that, someone picked up the curtain and came in, grabbed Tongfu's arm, and got out of the car. The carriage quickly moved forward and disappeared into the cobweb-like streets.

If before today, she still felt that although Xiaorou was hiding in a remote place, she was in a safe place. Now, this little peace of mind is gone.

She has always been familiar with the staggered alleys in front of her, but now she looks at it like she has never seen it before. Every meandering turn, I don't know where it leads, and the end seems to be covered with mist, and I can't see the figure clearly.

With a tweet in his ear, Qing Lingling tore open the obstacle in front of him, Tong Fu turned his head, and the one on his shoulder was full of brilliance, and he called unconsciously, "Xiaofeng?" ”

Tong Huafeng put her head next to her cheek, and her colorful tail kept swaying. Tong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, and took out the porcelain bottle containing tung nectar from his waist.

Xiaofeng was full, nested in her hands and refused to leave, Tong Fu rubbed its little head, "Xiaofeng, I can't find your girl, and now Yuzu doesn't know where to go, if you know, take me to take a look?" ”

Xiao Feng suddenly flapped her wings and looked back along one of the lanes, as if waiting for her to follow.

Tong Fu was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly stepped to keep up. That Xiaofeng led her through the streets and alleys, and walked a ride through the waterway, stopping in front of her own official house.

"Xiaofeng, this is my residence......" Tong Fu wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

Xiaofeng ignored her, lingered under the eaves a few times, climbed over the wall and went straight into the yard. Kirifu pushed the door and followed, and it had already burrowed under the porch and into the room through the half-open window.

When Tong Fu chased in, it stood on a wooden box, chirping and chirping.

"Nine Sons?" Kiri was stunned.

Tonghuafeng flew up from the box, landed on the case in front of the window, found a pile of papers, fluttered and nested again, and slept peacefully.

Tong Fu walked to the front of the desk with the box, and saw a rolled-up cloud note pressed under a piece of paperweight, and she didn't have the slightest impression of when the cloud note was there. Stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and saw a line of words recorded on it: Liang Shu, Volume 32, Column Biography 26, Qingzhi's horse steps thousands, forming a formation to the east, Rong personally came to chase, the value of Artemisia alpine water overflowing, and the soldiers died and scattered.

The word is Jin Youzi's word, and that Qingzhi is Chen Ziyun. How could such a rare general end up like this...... Thinking of this, Tong Fu became more and more uneasy. Xiao Feng should not have brought himself here for no reason, and led himself to Jiuziling.

And grapefruit, why did you leave such a sentence here?

Could it be ...... Where did he go?

Tong was in a cold sweat, if Chen Ziyun had any mistakes, what would happen to Jin Youzi? Without hesitation, he opened the wooden box with a click and took the nine bells in his hand.

The bell rang, drowsy, she suddenly felt a little unsure, if he wasn't him...... I seem to be reckless again......

As far as the eye can see, it is a city surrounded by a long river. The city wall was not very tall, but above it, there were dense figures, and the dazzling light of swords and armor was folded in the twilight. On this side of the river, that is, in front of her, there were also dense figures, all wearing white robes. That piece of white color, like a sudden snowfall, sprinkled wildly, the sky and the earth were dyed white jade......

White-robed ...... Chen Qingzhi's white-robed army...... The famous general Mo is imprisoned, and thousands of troops avoid white robes......

In a trance, a hand reached out to his eyes, and then he saw Chen Ziyun's face clearly.

"The girl has rested her feet, why don't you get up and see what this battle is about." He is still the same as before, gentle and elegant, with a light tone, as if it were just a game of chess.

Tong Fu got up by herself, whether this was Jin Youzi in front of her, she had to test it.

"General Chen still recognizes me?"

He clasped his hands together, "I'm a person who doesn't have any other skills, except for playing chess, that is, I know people." ”

"Playing chess?"

He looked up at the sky, "Before the sun rises, I'll say a few more words." In the past, I was a piano boy, standing next to watch chess, and if the master couldn't find someone to play temporarily, I would accompany him to play a few games. It's probably been more than 20 years......"

"General Chen really knows how to speak......" The smile did not come out, because his face was serious, and he did not look like he was half-talking, "Your master is ......"

He arched his hand towards the south, "Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Wu of Liang's chess boy? For more than 20 years...... "It is ...... who plays chess with His Majesty" Tong Fu concluded, "Eight friends of Jingling? In the West Mansion of King Xiao Ziliang of Jingling? Shen Yue, Xie Hao, Wang Rong, Xiao Chen, Fan Yun, Ren Fang, Lu Qi...... Which one is not a fairy-like figure......

"It's okay to play chess, after all, many people can't stay up late at night and snore to sleep. But in the West Mansion, carving candles for poems and copper bowls is a good thing. ”

"I know how to carve candles for poems," Tong Fu muttered, "The four rhymes carve an inch, burn an inch of candles, and become a four-rhyme poem." How do you make poems in a copper bowl? ”

"Hit the copper bowl and rhyme, and the sound will be extinguished."

Chen Ziyun's face was full of fascination, Tong Fu couldn't bear to interrupt, let him reminisce again, and then reminded in a low voice, "Lord Chen, is it time to go to war......

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