The lights are minimalist and the cars are plain.

The green mule that pulled the cart walked "clicking", not hurrying or slow, it seemed that the people in the car were just idle and rich squires, and they were tired of seeing the lights in the city, so they went out of the city to enjoy the smoke and willow color of the long pavilion, and stepped on the green full of frost. In addition to these five cars, there are also five swordsmen with long swords and strong suits, and they are also idle and idle, no different from ordinary nursing homes.

This is a team of horses that look a little spare money, but not so ostentatious, if they are mixed in Shengjing City, no one will notice at all.

"Stop." In the ironclad army, a low shout suddenly sounded.

It was Chen Ying's voice.

Because of the extremely low voice and heavy pronunciation, this sound fell under the dark moon in the dark night, like a stone into the water, splashing the night and the moonlight shaking.

Order, horse disease.

The horses accelerated suddenly, and even though the horses' hooves were wrapped in cloth, the sound of "rumbling" was still faster than thunder, and in the blink of an eye, the convoy was surrounded.

The five swordsmen didn't expect to kill an army out of thin air, and they all showed surprise, "choking" a few times, and drew their long swords.

However, after taking another breath, when they saw the tips of dozens of fine iron in front of them, glowing with cold light under the moonlight, their movements stopped in unison, and their pupils all constricted.

No matter how fast the sword is, where is it too fast?

And a pair of cold eyes under the iron helmet, which showed more clearly that this was an army that had been on the battlefield and cut the enemy.

Sixty iron horsemen, against five musketeers.

Judge the strength and weakness.

"Don't move!" He Tingzheng said in a deep voice.

At this time, his complexion had returned to the same as before, only his eyes were calm and cold.

"That's it." On the third mule cart, there was an inaudible sigh.

The voice is so indistinct that it is impossible to tell whether the person who is speaking is a man or a woman.

Strangely, this subtle sound seemed to have great power, and the swordsmen immediately put their swords into their sheaths, only looking at the riders vigilantly.

"I'm here to see me off." Chen Ying galloped out and said to the car where the voice came from.

No one responded.

Only the wind blew by, and the grass and trees made a small sound, but the person in the car didn't seem to hear her words, and refused to say a word more.

"Can these people stay first?" Chen Ying pointed at the swordsmen, smiling peacefully, just like a friend who saw him off.

After speaking, she smiled warmly: "There are many of us, but there are few of you." Besides, I don't think you have the need to fight hard, after all, I'm just here to see you off. ”

She raised her horsewhip and pointed forward, "There is a ten-mile long pavilion ahead, but it is a good place to make another trip with you, why don't you go with us in a few cars, let's talk a few words outside the long pavilion, how about it?" ”

At this point, she smiled again, with a strange expression: "Don't worry, I will only meet a few of you, others, I don't want to see them, I guess they don't want to see me either." ”

When the words landed, there was still a dead silence.

After a long time, there was a low chuckle from the side of the car.

It was still a very faint voice, if it weren't for Chen Ying being in front of the car, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hear it.

After a few more breaths, a hand covered with green tendons reached out and lifted the curtain of the car to reveal the face of a white-faced, beardless man.

He glanced at Chen Ying indifferently and said sharply, "Just according to what you say." As he spoke, he turned around and looked coldly at the five swordsmen: "You stay." ”

Those people seemed to be in awe of the people in the car, and without saying a word, they immediately pulled off their horses and stood by the roadside.

"Lead the horse to the pavilion." Chen Ying said to He Ting.

He Tingzheng should have crossed his hand, ordered someone to carry the horses of the swordsmen, and then, the large army escorted five mule carts, and arrived at the Changting Pavilion in a short time.

The moonlight cage smoke, the willow color is like new, and the grass is like a vein of Xuanqing ink, thrown into the distance.

There are several stone tablets standing outside the long pavilion, I don't know what year and month left it, and I don't know why it stayed, the moss marks on it are staggered, there are still a few fine grasses growing in the stone cracks, the night breeze blows, swaying lightly.

When he got here, without waiting for Chen Ying's orders, He Tingzheng ordered the cavalry to surround the convoy, and assigned good hands to guard the surroundings, while he himself withdrew from the circle.

It can be seen that he doesn't want to interfere with Chen Ying's actions tonight.

Chen Ying's eyes were indifferent, staring at the direction He Tingzheng was leaving, and he didn't say a word.

He Tingzheng's performance is getting closer and closer to her guess.

Still, she wasn't too sure.

In fact, that speculation is too bizarre to make people have to be suspicious.

She looked up at the eyebrow moon above her head.

The moon is bent, like a willow eyebrow painted by a woman, and like a smiling eye, with coldness, thinness, and loneliness, overlooking all beings.

Inexplicably, Chen Ying felt a little emotional, but she didn't know where this sigh came from.

She just felt that such a good month, such a good wind, and all the hard work in the world were meaningless.

Exhaling softly, she handed the whip to the soldier beside her and walked to the first car.

Through a thin green curtain, she could hear the restlessness in the car, and even a few rapid breaths in the night wind.

She took two steps forward and lifted the curtain.

At the opening of the curtain, two teenage girls were looking at her with a frightened face, and one of them was more daring, and said in a trembling voice: "Big ...... Be bold, you...... Who are you? ”

Chen Ying turned sideways, let her see the soldiers behind her, and said softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is the group of soldiers behind me, and ......."

She stretched out a slender and powerful finger and pointed at a woman in red behind the two girls, with a somewhat strange expression: "...... Who is she? ”

The girl who spoke turned white, and the other was even more frightened.

"Get out of the car." Chen Ying stepped aside.

The two girls were stunned, and when they saw the armor and iron arrows behind her, how could they dare to say a word, and jumped out of the car and hid aside

Without the two of them to stop her, Chen Ying stared at the woman in red, and the corners of her curved lips raised an arc again.

It was a very ironic laugh.

She bowed slightly, as if saluting, but the expression on her face became more and more sneering:

"Lord Xiangshan County, long time no see."

Ling Ling's voice, although low, is extremely clear.

The woman in red raised her head and looked at her curiously, looking very unfamiliar.

Chen Ying was also looking at her.

Apricot eyes, round face, bright face.

That's right, it is Guo Yuan, the lord of Xiangshan County.

It's just that she doesn't seem to know Chen Ying, and after looking at it, she lowered her head with interest and fiddled with a little monkey carved in her hand.

Two hands, but only four fingers.

Except for the little finger and ring finger, the other six fingers were all cut off by the roots.

Chen Ying's eyes froze.

The root of that finger is already scarred, which is obviously not done recently, and looking at Guo Yuan's description at the moment, the part of her injury should be more than just a finger.

Her mind also seems to be in trouble.