It is the month of Gao, the season of peony blooming. All kinds of flower buds bloom wantonly, and the intoxicating fragrance permeates the entire Luoyang City.

The morning dawns and the sun rises. In front of the majestic Jianchun Gate, it was already crowded at this time, and there was an endless stream of peddlers and pawns, which showed the prosperity of the divine capital.

"Jingle ~ Jingle Bell ~" A crisp bell sound came into everyone's ears. Not far away, a young woman with a light veil covering her face and wearing a sword in white was slowly coming from the official road with a white snow horse.

The crisp sound of the bell came from the fist-sized brass bell hanging from the horse's neck, which was tinkling with the leisurely pace of the snow.

When the woman in white approached with her horse, she found that an old woman dressed in cloth and with gray hair was carrying on the horse's back.

When he stopped, the horse's hooves stomped on the ground impatiently, and suddenly stirred up a slight amount of dust. The woman in white stretched out her hand and gently patted Kyaukxue's neck, as if to soothe it. Kyaukxue shook her head, but quickly fell silent.

The weather-beaten countenance of the old woman on the horse showed a slight expression of pain, and at this time a white cloth was wrapped around her ankles, and from time to time there were red stains of blood oozing from the white cloth, presumably injured.

These two people look like grandparents and grandchildren in terms of age. But the old woman on the horse was dressed in coarse cloth and had a basket on her back, in which some fresh wild vegetables were placed, and at a glance she knew that she was an ordinary person.

And the woman in white who led the horse, although she couldn't see her appearance clearly under the light veil, she had a green silk shawl and a graceful posture. A silk cloth, the fine fabric is the upper layer. She held the snow skull, and at the wrist of the sleeve she raised, two orchids were embroidered with silver thread on a pure white background, which was very elegant.

Her other hand hung down at her side, holding a delicate short sword, the silver-white scabbard had patterns emerging, a few flowing clouds around the sheath, and the top of the scabbard was dotted with a few blue gems like a cloud swallowing the moon, which was very precious at a glance.

It's just that the woman in white has light steps, not as powerful and calm as a martial arts practitioner, and this sword should just be for her to defend herself and make a trick. But her bright eyes were full of wisdom, standing in this crowd like a bright moon pearl.

Suddenly, an unusually strong wind swept past the woman in white, and the sudden wind brought up the light veil on the face of the woman in white, and only then did she see her face clearly.

The plain face is soft and shiny, and the eyebrows are clear and beautiful. But the complexion is as white as paper, without blood, and there seems to be some sickness under the paleness, which makes people feel pity.

The woman in white frowned slightly, and looked ahead with a pair of autumn eyes. Following her gaze, she saw that not far ahead, a black shadow wrapped in a brilliant fiery red flew past her eyes, like a scorching flame.

The crowd ducked, and the horses neighed. Only then did I see that it was also a man and a horse. On the black steed sat a thin woman in red.

Although you can only see the back of the woman in red, it is enough to make people's hearts flutter. The figure is petite and beautiful, but the red uniform is as gorgeous as fire, adding a bit of heroic spirit. It is as dazzling as a cold plum blossom in the cold winter.

At this moment, the woman in red was rushing straight to the city gate like a whirlwind. At this time, there was a sudden burst of light shouts from the crowd, and not far ahead, a strong man carrying a burden suddenly rushed out of the crowd with a foot and suddenly rushed out of the crowd without knowing whether he was accidentally squeezed or how.

The burden he was carrying on his shoulders suddenly lost its center of gravity, and he actually fell to the side of the road with the strong man.

The woman in white secretly said in her heart that it was not good, the strong man fell, but it was impartial that stopped in front of the galloping black horse, and at this moment, the woman in red was afraid that it would be too late to stop the horse.

If it does, there will be a dead soul in front of this city gate. But at this moment, I saw the woman in red tightening the reins with both hands, and the black horse actually kicked its hooves and jumped into the air. The horse jumped over the strong man who had fallen.

The woman in white admired in her heart: "Good kung fu!" Good horse! The man who carried the burden was frightened, and his face was as pale as frost. There were also some frightened people next to him, and they began to complain about the woman in red who was rampaging on horseback.

But when they looked up, there were still some horsemen around them, empty and empty, leaving only the dust floating around and the strong man with a panicked face.

Only the woman in white saw it, and the woman in red on the horse did not stop at all after passing the strong man. When she passed through the city gate, she seemed to take out a jet-black token from her bosom, and the guards immediately let it go, and she rushed straight into the city.

I guess it's an official family. The woman in white thought so, she shook her head, and continued to follow the slow-moving procession towards the city gate.

"Miss Qingzhi, why don't I go by myself." At this time, the old woman who was on the horse suddenly spoke to the woman in white.

The woman in white looked up at her, and replied in a cold tone: "Old man, your injury is not suitable for walking anymore, or I will send you back." With that, he turned around and walked slowly behind the crowd.

The old woman, though she was only a wounded peasant woman she met by chance on her way through the wilderness, had nothing to do with her. However, the foot injury is quite serious, and if I walk again at this time, I am afraid that I will fall into the root of the disease in the future.

The old woman opened her mouth, but finally did not speak again. She walked all the way with this girl, knowing that although the other party was kind-hearted, she didn't like to talk much, and she only knew that this girl's surname was Ye Qingzhi along the way.