The day that finally cleared up was overcast the next day, and the black clouds pressed down on the city like a boulder hoarding in people's hearts, and people were breathless. Starting

The weather seemed to suggest something. Hua Xiyan leaned on the couch in front of the window, out of his mind.

Soon I saw Wen Xia push the door and enter, and said, "Miss, Wen Hai is dead." ”

Hua Xiyan's hand stroking the fur of the red spirit did not stop, and he was a little stunned, as long as there was one time, it was enough.

"How did you die?" Hua Xiyan heard his own calm voice.

"Drinking doves."

Hua Xiyan shook his head, and his tone was full of embarrassment: "Wen Haiqi people, the best thing is face." If he waited for the decree of death to come down, if not a thousand cuts, he would be beheaded, and he would not accept such an ugly death. ”

"It is said that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will win all battles, it seems that Miss really knows this opponent very well."

Hua Xiyan smiled, but he thought of Wen Hai who Feng Tao told himself that he found in the ready-to-wear shop after coming back yesterday, and the man was still about to change his clothes, and he didn't want to be downcast on the way to escape, which shows how much that person loves face.

"It is precisely because he loves face that he ended up like this." Wen Xia sighed, "If he hadn't been strong everywhere and wanted the Wang family to compete, Miss wouldn't have provoked him." ”

Hua Xiyan smiled lightly and ordered: "Go and call Feng Tao in!" ”

Feng Tao didn't come in, but just leaned on the window frame and asked, "What did Miss call me?" ”

"When I got the news that Wen Hai had died, I suddenly thought of yesterday, why did you waste his internal strength?"

Feng Tao thought of something, frowned, and showed a look of disgust: "The thing I don't like the most is beating women." ”

So, Feng Tao told Wen Hai what he said to the two maidservants in the ready-to-wear shop yesterday.

Hua Xiyan was not much surprised: "Wen Hai is like this, he is moody, ruthless, and angry regardless of men and women. ”

"It's not a man who does anything to a woman anyway." Feng Tao snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

"Yo, I can't imagine that the young man of Feng Tao still has this awareness?" Hua Xiyan raised his eyebrows and looked at a sword wound on Feng Tao's face, "If this is a scar, how many women's hearts will be broken!" ”

Feng Tao frowned and touched his face, and sighed: "I asked the doctor, and the doctor said that the scar is still shallow, and it is not enough to leave a scar. I really don't know who Wen Hai provoked, causing me to be implicated. ”

"Didn't Wen Hai draw this injury?"

Feng Tao rolled his eyes as he learned Hua Xiyan's usual movements: "He has the ability to give me a knife, and I can still abolish his martial arts?" I met him on the way back with him. Wen Hai was assassinated twice along the way, and both escaped, which is also fate! ”

Wen Hai's fake death was originally a secret, not to mention that in just one night, who could send someone to assassinate him with such great ability?

"But how did the young lady find out that the dead person was not Wen Hai? His mother didn't even find out. Feng Tao suddenly leaned closer, "Could it be that you two are really the kind of hatred that 'can be known when you turn into ashes'?" ”

"What nonsense!" Hua Xiyan was a little funny, "That night, the white cloth covered with Wen Hai was suddenly lifted, revealing a still white arm. When I saw the scars on the arm, I became suspicious. Wen Hai is not a military general, and he has never been abused in prison, so it is impossible for him to have so many scars. So I guessed that the body had been replaced by a condemned prisoner. ”

"Later, Wen Hai's jade pendant fell down, and the jade pendant was too shiny, not at all the warmth and moistness that jasper should have, and it looked fake at a glance, so I was almost sure that Wen Hai was not dead."

Feng Tao nodded, thinking that he had "peeped" in Yancheng and Wen Hai showed the identities of a green thing in the shop, presumably this is it.

Hua Xiyan blinked, and then praised: "Your ability is a little bigger than I imagined, I didn't expect to find him so quickly." ”

Feng Tao was stunned: "Huh? You don't know? ”

"Know what?" This time it was Hua Xiyan's turn to be surprised.

"Yesterday, when I got the wind herald, the daylilies were cold, and I was still wondering where I would find someone. At that time, I got a letter from Ziyi, so I headed in the direction of Yancheng. ”

"Ziyi?"

Feng Tao nodded: "It's Ziyi." He told me that Yun Gongzi had already asked him to send someone to keep an eye on the side of the prison, lest the Wen family make any moves, and he couldn't think of it, and he really caught a ready-made one. ”

Speaking of this, the wind lay on the window frame in a daze: "Although I have an image of being extremely smart with the help of others, I can't take the credit of others, right?" Yun Gongzi really gave everything to Miss, you have planned it......"

Hua Xiyan didn't pay attention to what Feng Yin was babbling about, and there was only one thought in her mind: Yun Qi was dangerous.

She knew very well that there were not many dangers around Yun Qi, but this time he didn't even bring a personal guard? Can you bring someone else? What is he doing, not dying?

Thinking like this, Hua Xiyan suddenly hammered the soft couch under him with great annoyance, and said angrily: "It's really death!" ”

Feng Tao didn't understand the meaning of the word "death", and just wanted to ask, but when he saw Huaxi Yantieqing's face, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Did he say that wrong? Why did the style of painting change all of a sudden?

Feng Tao knew that the woman on the verge of anger couldn't be provoked, so he took advantage of Huaxi's daze to slip away.

Hua Xiyan calculated, now there are five days before Yun Qi comes back, and he doesn't have enough time to send someone to pick him up. And there are countless roads leading from Taiyuan to the capital, which one should she choose?

Thinking like this, Hua Xiyan suddenly felt an extremely powerless sense of frustration, if Yun Qi had something......

What is she thinking? That person can retreat from Beirong alone, and save the entire Pingcheng by himself, what else can't he do?

But then I thought of the person and sighed in her ear, "Huaxiyan, I'm not a god......"

That's right, he's not a god, it's easy to dodge a bright gun, it's hard to defend against a dark arrow, and he's alone with all the calculations and assassinations, what should he do?

So, for the first time in a few months, Hua Xiyan lost sleep on his warm jade bed.

All night, she was rolling in different postures, analyzing the current situation, thinking about Yun Qi's potential enemies, thinking about his martial arts routines, estimating Yun Qi's ability, and thinking about whether Bai Yulong could successfully run away in case of defeat...... Even in the end, at midnight when it was extremely cold, she went to the Buddhist hall in a daze and worshiped the weeping willow Guanyin, the son Guanyin, various Guanyin, and various gods including the God of Wealth and the God of the Stove......

On the second day, Hua Xiyan ushered in Yun Qi's first letter with huge dark circles under his eyes and unkempt hair.

Don't worry about Enron Xieshun, think about the fear that the beauty will be thin. Holding the Qiankun overhead**, do you know what you remember?

This poem, which is not a poem, gave Hua Xiyan a sudden peace of mind, thinking that when he came back from the capital, he would always bring some people with him, so naturally there would not be so many dangers.

Hua Xiyan thought about it, picked up the pen on the desk, and slowly put pen on an elegant flower note:

Thinking about it now, it will be unforgettable for a long time, and it will never forget the original intention. Heaven and earth are far away, and the love is deep and deep.

has promised, looks reminiscent, and knows his heart without words. The mountains and rivers are wide and affectionate, and a piece of thin paper sends lovesickness.

The exclusive woman's wild grass pen is charming and chic, the ink fragrance is rich and elegant, and the font is extremely flexible.

After drying the ink, Hua Xiyan handed the things in his hand to Feng Yin: "Pass it to Ziyi, let him pass it to Yun Qi." ”

Xu was relieved, and the feeling of sleepiness hit him uncontrollably, and Hua Xiyan fell down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the evening, Hua Xiyan learned that there was an edict that came with Yun Qi's letter.

It's just that compared to the last holy decree, this time it is the holy oracle.

It means that after carefully reading the birthdays of the two, the master said that the two were not compatible. Yun Yang was born in the lunar month, and the main water in his life is short of fire, and the yin qi is too heavy, so it is best to find a woman who has a positive birthday in a martial arts family in order to ensure peace for the rest of each other's lives. And Wen Lin was not only born as a businessman, but also did not meet the conditions of the eight characters.

Although Qin Tianjian said that the two did not conflict with each other, people naturally preferred to believe in the respected Master Tongyi, so the marriage naturally fell through.

In order to make up for his own mistakes, which were not negligence, the emperor said that the two were allowed to choose their own mates, and the queen protected the media.

After the decree was announced, Wen Lin said that his brother had just passed away and had no intention of getting married, and he thanked the emperor for his love.

So, the marriage that made everyone anxious came to an end.

After Wang Qi learned about it, he was drunk with Huaxi cigarettes, crying and laughing during the period, and there was no form at all. Hua Xiyan clearly remembered his words: "He deserved it, he kicked his cousin and the two formed children in his belly to death, and now he is not good at doing it, he ......is to blame for himself."

The Wang family attaches great importance to family affection, and Hua Xiyan understands it, so Wang Qi will do this for Wang Qing. But she is an outsider, she doesn't know Wang Qing, and Yun Yang is still Yun Qi's brother, so she has no identity and no position to put anything in the beak, just pour wine for Wang Qi and be silent.

In the past two days, it has snowed in Taiyuan again.

In all fairness, Huaxiyan loves snow very much. In particular, the scene depicted in a poem is "When the sky is snowy in the evening, you can drink a cup of nothing".

As soon as she thought of the scene where it was snowing outside, and she could brew a pot of wine with Yun Qi in the house and taste it slowly, she couldn't help but feel a burst of blood boiling all over her body, even if she knew that her marriage with Yun Qi was not going well, she would rush forward with fighting spirit.

Ask Xia to push the door in, take the umbrella, and ask Hua Xiyan: "Today's birthday of the county lord of Wu'an, Miss is going to pass?" Or do you want the slave to push? ”

"Not necessarily." Hua Xiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the red spirit on his lap, and said slowly, "Dress up!" ”

Hua Xiyan saw that the clothes in Wen Xia's hand were a goose yellow Shu embroidered winter clothes, Hua Xiyan knew that he was not good at wearing too plain today, so he acquiesced to silence.

Ask Xia to Hua Xiyan to pull a nine-ring fairy bun, don't put on the hosta and shake it, pick up a glass bead flower, think about taking advantage of the weather is too cold, so he put it down.

Even the cloak has been changed to bright red, and the warm hue adds a lot of warmth to this steep winter day. Hua Xiyan put on his clothes, took the hand stove again, and the master and servant went out.

Although this umbrella is very large, there are still many of them falling on the surface of Huaxi smoke, bringing a cold and cold feeling.

"According to the slave maid, it doesn't matter if the weather doesn't go. Anyway, your health is not good, and the county lord of Wu'an also knows. Wen Xia muttered while brushing the snow on Huaxi's smoke with a handkerchief.

"Anyway, I went by carriage, and I promised others, so it's hard to shirk." Hua Xiyan said, but he didn't mind much.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw two carriages, and Yang Jinrong was poking her head out of one of them and waving at her.