Fengzhou City is adjacent to Weishui, is the most prosperous place to do business between the two sides of the strait, Fengzhou is far and near 30 miles is the Qinling Mountains stretching horizontally, just winding from Fengzhou, in the continuous peaks to carve out a piece of flat land, mountains and rivers intertwined, making this place become a very heavy place for soldiers to fight.

Five years ago, Fengzhou City was still under the jurisdiction of Southern Shu, and since that vicious battle, it is now the border of Northern Chen. Overnight, the people of Fengzhou changed from the people of Shu to the people of Chen. Although he continued the tragic memory of the war, he survived with trepidation and care, but he gradually adapted to the changes in his life.

Well, it is just that the farming tax is paid to different governments, and for the people born on the border, they can sleep and multiply, and they can live in peace.

In Mengdong, before the snow falls, the wind blowing from the Weishui River is already as cold as a bone. If it is not necessary, everyone would prefer to huddle in the simple tea house post on the riverside, even if they are outside, they are wrapped in coarse linen and short brown, trying their best to resist the pervasive cold wind.

Outside the Fengqing Station, a pair of old and young standing by the pillar is particularly special. The old man has half-white hair, and is dressed in dark cotton satin, although it is not a rich cloth, but it is not the daily wear of ordinary people. The girl not far away, the plain silk dress, the neckline and cuffs all have a circle of fine wind hair, and the blue cloak turns in the wind from time to time, which contrasts the quietness of the two.

The girl's expression was cold, and her eyes were like a pool of clear water, but they were bottomless. The handsome face was like frost, and she was looking at Weishui faintly, and a few strands of scattered hair rolled over her cheeks, but she was still unconscious.

A sound of horses' hooves approached, and after a while, the post station Xiaoer sent two letters, and the old man took the reading, put the letters in his sleeve, and raised his eyes to see that the girl still had no change in demeanor. Then he cleared his throat: "Miss has been standing for a long time, the wind outlet is carefully cool, let's rest for a while." ”

"Ding Bo, do you smell the smell of blood in this wind?" The girl said softly, her voice soft, but full of grief and indignation.

Ding Bo glanced at the misty water, his half-white beard shook a few times, and sighed: "It's been five years, where is there still blood." It's just that the young lady can't let go of it, you have been so worried these days, how can your body survive. ”

"Yes." The girl replied lightly, closed her eyes, and then opened a trace of evil spirit, and then returned to an indifferent expression, and her voice was low and depressed, "One hundred and seventy-three family members, more than 20,000 soldiers, the bloody and tragic corpses of the year, how can this Weishui be washed clean." ”

Ding Bo's face flashed with depression, and he did not say anything more to persuade him. When the city of Fengzhou was broken, there were several scorching battles, and tens of thousands of soldiers of Shu died, and none of them escaped the destruction of Chen State. Overnight, how many homes were destroyed.

The girl didn't say anything more, she was still indifferent, but her heart was already full of sorrow and resentment, as if she had seen the tragic battlefield where corpses were piled up like mountains and rivers of blood, she saw her father's blood-stained robe, the broken ancestral treasure knife, and the sad and indignant face of her cousin who was unclothed and died in pain and humiliation. The girl couldn't help but close her eyes and use her internal strength to calm the gradually disordered breath in her chest.

As if still, the tea time passed, until she opened her eyes and asked coldly, "What's the news from Luodu?" ”

"Agar has entered the Chen Palace, and now she is the last palace maid of the Shangyi Bureau."

The girl nodded, this was the last move in the Chen Palace. immediately turned around and raised his eyebrows: "What about Kong Jieyu, hasn't there been a will yet?" ”

"Now he is a Confucian and has been abolished into the cold palace. has already done a real plot to kill the emperor's heir, and it is not easy for Wei Guifei to save her life. ”

A playful smile appeared on the girl's face, and she said indifferently: "I didn't treat it as an outcast, this Wei Guifei is a bit interesting, and now her last powerful arm has also been broken by the queen, and the time for me to enter the palace has finally come." ”

"Miss," Ding Bo felt a little distressed and worried, but gritted his teeth again, "This time to Chen Palace, I can't help you closely, everything must be careful to protect yourself." Although the blood feud between Yang Gao and the two families is to be avenged by the young lady, the general and his wife must hope that you are safe. ”

The girl smiled and tightened the cloak on her body, "Ding Boke is confused, I am no longer Yang Jingshu, now I am the Meiqiu girl of Nanshu, Pei Zhenwan of Beichen, Ding Bo wants to tell everyone, you must remember to change your words." ”

Ding Bo turned his head in a dejected manner, couldn't bear to show the self-blame on his face, lowered his head and sighed: "That's it, since I helped you take this road of revenge, I want to come to Quanxia in the future, I have no face to meet the general, today is just a futile persuasion, Miss forgot it." ”

Pei Zhenwan slowly walked around to Ding Bo, her eyes were shining, and she smiled: "Don't worry about Ding Bo, you and I are lucky to survive, so naturally we have to do more for those who died unjustly." The path you have taken in the past few years has been chosen by me, and my father will definitely not blame you. ”

Pei Zhenwan paused, her eyes flashed, she finally suppressed that trace of sadness, and then said with a strong smile: "You are my elder, haven't you replaced your father in the past few years, teaching and caring for me?" In the past few years, I have suffered all kinds of hardships and grievances, and Chen Gong is only the last move, please rest assured. ”

"Chen Gong is no better than others," knowing that he couldn't persuade him, Ding Bo knelt down slightly and tried his best to entrust, "Since ancient times, kings have been so affectionate, not to mention that the harem has fought in the past dynasties, and the means of the next three indiscriminate have emerged one after another. If you don't say goodbye today, I'm afraid that the old slave will never see Miss again in this life. The old slave invites the young lady again, and you must cherish yourself. ”

"Ding Bo rest assured," Pei Zhenwan smiled gently, "The means of the next three indiscriminate, we have not used it in Nanshu in the past five years." Since I have the intention of taking revenge, my life is the most important dependence, so I naturally want to do everything possible to protect it. ”

Ding Bo got up and shook solemnly, this little master who was lucky enough to survive will not enter the palace wall from now on, and overturn the fate of those who slaughtered the city and demanded their lives in Chen Guo with his own body.

When he was full of hatred, Ding Bo's heart ignited a little conscious and ridiculous wish, hoping that the Emperor of Chen Guo could have half a good person and pity the young lady. In order to wait for him to hate each other, the young lady can still rely on Jun's grace and be stable and smooth.

Pei Zhenwan didn't know about Ding Bo's absurd thoughts, and in her heart, she only remembered the list of hateful people, those people were the initiators of the death of her father, the slaughter of her family, and the humiliation of her siblings. She will do her best to make everyone ruined and ruined.

Thinking of this, a sneer pulled out at the corner of Pei Zhenwan's mouth, like frost quickly sliding by, falling in her eyes, and turning into a sharp sword.

The river wind became more and more violent, blowing up and down the banner of the post station repeatedly, and the rapid sound of the wind cloth colliding, like a battlefield drum, the sound was rolling, spreading to all directions.