"I've seen someone in Dayin wearing the same jade as the Khan's waist."

Although Hua Thirteen's tone was light, with three points of stubborn coercion, he said: "So I dare to guess that in addition to Ta Ya Mu Zheng, there should be his sister who escaped from the difficulty of exterminating the clan. The Khan's reaction when he saw the painting was already confirmed—Thirteen guessed right. ”

The khan suddenly lost all his momentum, and there was no more aggressiveness in his eagle eyes, so he moved his throat and asked hoarsely: "Oh, thirteenth brother, you are really brilliant and courageous, and you can pay attention to my sister's news...... What do you want to do? ”

"Thirteen has already said it, just ask the Khan to let me go." Hua Thirteen gritted his teeth, his brows deepened, and he replied resolutely: "In this way, no one will know that Taya Khan's sister is in Dayin, and she will not be in any danger. ”

"Heh, thirteenth brother, you can't help but be too conceited and clever!" Khan snorted, and his murderous gaze forced into the bottom of Thirteen's eyes: "If I kill you here today, no one will know that my sister is in the Heavenly Killing Dayin!" She'll be fine! ”

Painting Thirteen secretly clenched his fists, not allowing himself to be half weak, gritted his teeth, his eyes were awe-inspiring like death, and he made a final fight, and said: "According to the Khan's understanding of Thirteen, if I don't have a back hand, how dare I tell the Khan everything like this?" ”

Khan's eyes flickered suddenly, he looked at Thirteen's resolute eyes like ashes, slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the roster presented by Thirteen in his hand, his towering shoulders relaxed slightly, turned and paced back to the throne step by step. Painting Thirteen watched as the Khan raised his arm weakly, signaling the guards to open the palace door.

It's a dangerous trick to empty the city.

Hua Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, kowtowed three times to the Khan, and then turned around and walked with Chang Ling towards the palace gate. As soon as he stepped out of his front foot, he heard the familiar majestic voice of the Khan behind him:

"Painting thirteen, although I don't understand why I have to go back to Dayin, but you are gone now, he will see you again in the future, between you and me, no matter brothers, only friends and enemies!"

As soon as the words fell, Hua Thirteen was stunned, nodded slowly, and left with Changling. It's just that when the thirteenth painter left the desert where he had been detained for ten years and returned to Ding'an Castle in Kyoto, he would encounter people and things that were far from what he could have expected when he stepped out of the gate of the Taya Imperial Palace as he wished today.

Along the way, the world is barren, the wind and frost are miserable, and the horse's hooves are trampling, splashing the long-lost wind and dust.

"Thirteen Shao, you can't go!"

Chang Ling hesitated and followed behind Hua Thirteen, and stopped with some uneasiness, "My master once told you your fortune, saying that you can't leave the desert, otherwise your life will be robbed!" Let's go back! ”

Painting thirteen wearing a white gauze hat, the expression that was not showing the mountain dew was even more hidden after that, only to hear the soft laughter after seeing the veil: "That old man is not in shape, I can't keep the robbery in his mouth is the peach blossom robbery, deliberately cut off my marriage, how can I be fooled?" ”

He knew in his heart that leaving Taya in the way he did today was already a desperate gamble, so how could he turn back? However, what he wants is that there is no turning back.

"Ten, thirteen less!"

Painting 13 shouted that Chang Ling raised his whip and galloped away without looking back. The yellow sand under the horse's hooves disappeared behind him like a receding tide. Gradually, they set out on a wide road, which was lined with weeds and covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost. Vaguely, he could already look at the imperial capital that was sleeping like a sleepy beast in heaven and earth, quiet and peaceful, and the reins in the hand of the thirteenth painter unconsciously tightened a little, and his mind became confused.

When I fled, I was so panicked and depressed, and the people and things at that time came to an abrupt end. This time I went, it was a whole ten years of detention in the desert, like Feihong stepping on the slush of snow. He didn't know how ten years had made that weak, helpless, withdrawn and autistic child what he was today. He only knows that ten years have passed, and some people's bones have not been cold, and their grievances have not been snowed, but at the same time, there are also people who enjoy glory and peace of mind.

The familiar gale hit the left side of his face, and Thirteen seemed to think of something, and lowered his eyes as if he had a plan, but he was distracted by a "cooing" sound, and saw Chang Ling muttering his mouth, holding his stomach firmly, and couldn't help but laugh "poof":

"Hungry again, aren't you? The empty old man eats and drinks all day long, and you have been living with him in the mountains in your early years, and I am quite strange, what did you rely on to fill this 'if you are not full' belly? ”

Chang Ling scratched his head and smiled: "Master said, rely on the mountain to eat the mountain!" Afterward... Not a single bird could be found on the whole mountain...... Master also blamed me for being straight-eyed and unable to understand the reason, and persuaded me to go down the mountain early to practice. Thirteen young people, you said, obviously the master told Changling to rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, I ate all the birds on the mountain, and the master seemed to be unhappy...... Did Chang Ling do something wrong? ”

Painting Thirteen couldn't help but wave his hand again and again: "No, no, of course Chang Ling didn't do anything wrong, it's the empty old man who is too stingy!" Let's go, let's hurry up, I'll take you to the best restaurant in Beijing! ”

Otherwise, Thirteen is worried that this simple and cute Chang Ling may add another "eating painting" to the high skill of "listening to paintings", which is really a lifelong connoisseur of painting. Thirteen laughed, and the horse galloped forward, but his brow did not stretch in the slightest.

Chang Ling only heard the delicious restaurant, and the rest of the words had long been omitted, and said happily: "The thirteen young people are the best, the most kind-hearted, and the least stingy!" Although Chang Ling can't appreciate the paintings of the thirteen young people, he also has a thousand or ten thousand 'Du Mu Thirteen Lang' in his heart! ”

"Changling, my meal is not for you to eat for nothing, if you eat my food, you have to follow my wishes." Thirteen saw Chang Ling's naïve look as soon as he heard the delicacies, and couldn't help but feel soft, when he heard the second half of Chang Ling's words, he said with a slight straight face: "Remember, after entering Beijing, you have to be stricter in everything, and don't call me 'Thirteen Less' anymore." ”

Chang Ling nodded obediently while listening at first, and when he heard the last puzzled, he frowned and asked, "But Thirteen Young, what is it called if you don't call you 'Thirteen Young'?" Why can't it be called 'Thirteen Less' anymore? ”

"Isn't it because your thirteenth young man is too good?"

Painting Thirteen raised the corners of his mouth and said in a playful manner:

"Everyone in the world knows that there is a suave young man in the painting world, and the sentence 'the pen is shocking, and I don't know how many boudoir daughters of Da Yin have passed into the ears of Da Yin's boudoir daughters. You don't understand, the women of the Central Plains are not as thick and leafy as the desert women, and the characters like I painted Thirteen are easy to provoke the peach blossoms when they go back. If they secretly promised me, wouldn't I have responded to the 'Peach Blossom Tribulation' that the empty old man said, and added trouble to myself? So, you remember, the famous Thirteen Lang on the rivers and lakes has never entered Beijing, and he is just a little painter with no name and no points, and his name is half red. ”

"Half? Half red? Changling Nunu mouthed, put this strange name aside first, and as if remembering some terrible discovery, he asked with a grin: "Thirteen... Oh no, red less! Chang Ling knows why you don't dare to use the name 'Painting Thirteen'! ”

Thirteen rarely saw Chang Ling's clever face, but according to his understanding, Chang Ling's tendons would not think of the real reason for his incognito, and asked in astonishment: "Oh? So in the opinion of the elder spirit, what am I for? ”

Chang Ling's eyebrows fluttered, and he explained clearly: "It must be to hide from love debts!" Since Changling followed you, for so many years, the woman who has shown you favor in the desert is like a dish on the dinner table - plate after plate, and it has never been broken! I have never seen you respond to anyone, and how many women who promise each other and do not marry are all rejected by your indifference and despair like an iceberg for thousands of years. The reason for this must be that you have an old friend in your heart who will never forget and is in Dayin! I don't know if it's an awkward mess or something else, so you only dare to go back with the name of 'half red and green'. How is it, was it said by Changling? ”

Thirteen was amused by Chang Ling's self-justifying remarks, nodded and agreed: "Yes, Chang Ling's analysis of the head of the earth is the Tao." Therefore, it should be regarded as my life's work, and you must also remember what I just said. ”

Chang Ling had a rare opportunity to mistakenly think that he had guessed Thirteen's thoughts, and nodded his head busily, triumphant. Although the words of the thirteen pairs of Changling were regarded as jokes, the more jokes they had, the easier it was to inadvertently bump into the deeply buried things, and he remembered someone.

His failure to make an appointment with her has become a thorn in the heart of Thirteen over the years, and he has also asked the caravan to inquire about her situation in the capital. But even on the day of the reunion, does she still recognize herself? By what name and by what point will you stand before her, and what will you say? Does it mean that the love of the year was a last resort, or congratulate her on her promotion?

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking down on the Great Yin City Tower in front of him, which was more damaged and cold than the impression in his memory, and he gradually loosened the reins and marched quickly.

At this time, it is the busiest time when the market is steaming hot and crowded, and the surrounding tea houses, wine shops, shops and temples centered on the imperial city are lined up in turn, and on the street, the big businessmen who do business, the sons and brothers who watch the street scene, the ladies who ride the splendid sedan chair, the rangers who beat the horses, and the foot monks who carry the baskets and turn the edges, come and go, and the river is endless. Who would have thought that this seemingly prosperous grand occasion would be so turbulent.

Chang Ling rode his horse and came over with a "click", his nose couldn't help but probe east and west, sniffing non-stop, sometimes smashing his mouth in surprise, sometimes curling his eyebrows worriedly, as if the judgment of Ding'an City was all based on the smell of food circulating in the air. Suddenly, he turned his neck around and froze for a moment, sniffing his nose in one direction, and then couldn't help asking:

"Thirteen less! The best restaurant you said, isn't it over there! ”

"Oh?" Painting thirteen came back to his senses, looked in the direction of Changling's finger, and couldn't help but smile dumbly: "I said Changling, your nose is really a god, it's that 'Zhong Dingxuan'——"

"Thirteen young, be careful!"

Before Thirteen's words fell, Chang Ling heard a messy and rapid sound of horses' hooves rushing in the direction of Thirteen, and reminded loudly.

Before Thirteen could react, he caught a glimpse of a lotus-colored silhouette floating by in the drunken sunset, followed by a fluttering robe brought up by a galloping horse, which swept over the veil on the hat worn by Thirteen and pounced on his face. This soft and silky garment is like ripples in spring, with a faint fragrance, waving over the tip of Thirteen's nose, lips, chin and neck, rolling up a tingling itch.

After the horse was frightened by the collision, it suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a long neigh, and kept shaking its head violently, and suddenly raised its front hooves high, and the whole horse seemed to be about to stand upright, and only two hind hooves were left to the ground, and the painting on the horse's back was thrown back heavily, and it was about to be thrown to the ground.

At the last moment, his gaze slanted, and he caught a glimpse of the woman who was hurrying away with the sound of the horse's hooves, raising her eyebrows and staring at her autumn pupils, looking back at her from afar.