At night, the wind blew strongly, Gu Lingge beat his horse out of the city, and then spent the night in the City God Temple. As she passed by the inn, she wondered if she wanted to go in and take another look, but she never did. She's not that soft-hearted after all.

The third child said that Gu Huai had a hard time for so many years, and she couldn't tell whether she believed it or not, but she knew that since the day after her mother died, she no longer believed in this man. It doesn't make a difference to her whether he's doing well or bad.

Mother has passed away, Gu Huai has also received his own retribution, they have nothing to do with each other, and for the rest of their lives, they will go on both sides, no longer see each other, no longer owe each other, and so on.

The old man of the city god in this temple doesn't know what year it was sculpted, not to mention that the red paint has peeled off a lot, and the dust is also all over his body, and he is almost unable to see his face. Gu Lingge didn't have much strength, so he didn't bother much to wipe the ashes of the city god, but just took the cloak that he couldn't see the color, cleaned up his knees and feet, and then sat on the ground. I picked up the straw stalks that weren't wet, and I spent the night.

When she got up, it was not yet dawn, and the snort of the black horse next to her sprayed on her side, making her arm tickle. She stood up, looked at the moon as round as a jade plate, and suddenly remembered the light onion lotus leaf open plate in the imperial garden, when Lixia went to fetch water, she came back and talked to Gu Lingge for a while, and she didn't know what happened to that guy.

The dark horse is also psychic, and when Gu Lingge got up, it also got up, shook its head and snorted, and looked at Gu Lingge with shining eyes, like a galaxy falling into the abyss. Gu Lingge walked over and touched his head, and decided to call him Xinghe. It's just that the horses that follow him have never lived long, and I don't know how long the galaxy can last. "Come on, Xinghe, I'll accompany you in the future, I'll come on."

Xinghe seemed to understand, leaned his head against her, and made a crisp sound of hooves stepping on the ground, which sounded quite good. Gu Lingge smiled, hugged the horse's neck, and rubbed his mane.

There was a sudden sound outside, Gu Lingge's slightly closed eyes opened instantly, his feet were plucked from the ground, the straw was raised, and then he grabbed a handful and threw it towards the door. The originally weak straw seemed to have a soul, and rushed out like an arrow, and then Gu Lingge touched Xinghe comfortably, then straightened up and quietly flicked Xinghe behind him.

Thousand Machine Pavilion.

Chu Zhaonan stood at the door of the Thousand Machines Pavilion for ten nights, although it looked like an ordinary teahouse, but how could people peep everywhere inside. So Shi Shiran went in, sat on the second floor for a while, and watched the comings and goings, not much different from usual. In this winter, although it is freezing outside, there are still many people inside. As soon as the earth dragon is paved, more people will come out. The weather is slowly getting warmer, but it will still be cold for a while.

"Master, look over there." Shiye pointed to the lobby for Chu Zhaonan to see. Chu Zhaonan turned his head and saw that there was a lot of noise in the lobby, and the people in the capital were already loud, so Chu Zhaonan could still hear it clearly.

He heard someone arguing that the owner of the glass village was a demon girl, and if he caught it, it would not be too much to go straight to Ling Chi. Then there were young descendants dressed as literati to defend Gu Lingge, saying that she was also forced to say anything, if a woman was not forced by the situation, how could she do such a rebellious thing.

Whoever said that the two were not convinced, and there was another person next to him who was coaxing, Chu Zhaonan tightened his brows, his fists clenched tightly, but he still didn't say a word. All the people who commented on Gu Lingge in vain were stupid, and he didn't care about them.

After a while, someone came over to the shopkeeper, heard the reason, and politely asked the thugs to send both of them out. Then he looked at the rest of the people and said loudly, "I'm disturbing everyone's interest, today's tea should be our family's filial piety to you, I hope you don't take it to heart, it's appropriate to have fun." ”

Chu Zhaonan had never seen this shopkeeper before, and the guess in his heart was a little heavier. The thugs at the door are also fresh faces, and An Yan usually doesn't change the façade so often. It should indeed be a different day.

Waiting at the door for ten nights, Chu Zhaonan walked straight into the warm pavilion. The mica screen is still in place, the small square table is still placed by the window, the sound of Yaoqin is still winding around the beam, and even the score is still the same, but the people inside are different, which is really staggering.

"What's the matter with the horses?" The voice was the same, the flowing water was shallow, calm and gentle, although it was still hidden behind the screen, Chu Zhaonan still heard that something was wrong.

"What about An Yan?" Chu Zhaonan didn't care whether anyone greeted him or not, sat by the window, picked up the celadon teacup and poured a sip of tea, and then he realized how cool the winter breeze and cold tea were, but he still couldn't help but didn't spit it out.

"I don't know who An Yan is." The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the people inside came out, not masked like An Yan, nor like An Yan's jade-faced son, although they did not have beards and muscles, but they did not have An Yan's graceful appearance.

"If the horse wants to find someone, Qianji Pavilion can naturally serve. It's just that His Royal Highness needs to pay a deposit first, after all, we have a small business, and so many people under our hands have to support it, and it is a little unbearable. "This person is one thing the same as An Yan, he will always see a job in the stitches, as long as he negotiates a piece, he is not afraid that you will slip away.

"No need." Chu Zhaonan put the cup down and motioned for the person to sit down. The man sat down suddenly, as if he was imitating An Yan, and he also smoked some incense on his body, but the taste was An Yan's, but this person was not reassuring.

"What did you go through, how did you squeeze your ex down?" Chu Zhaonan sat down well, and even a little hanging, but his eyes were sharp, and he couldn't be interested at all in what the person in front of him thought.

"I think this is a family matter in this cabinet, and I should not care about the horse, if the horse has something to ask, then I will get straight to the point, if it's okay, please go out and turn left downstairs, and there will be important things to deal with in the lower class." The man beckoned to a person, took down the teacup and teapot, and replaced it with hot Longjing tea in a moment.

"I heard that you said that you want to recruit An, and the Holy Lord sent this horse to inquire, if this is the attitude of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, this horse will leave immediately." With that, he stood up and made a gesture to go. The man didn't stay, and when Chu Zhaonan walked to the door, he said, "Can the horse listen to the next word?"

Chu Zhaonan stopped, looked back at him for a long time, and heard him say, "An Yan is dead, and Yang Ge in Xia represents the pavilion and receives the Zhao An from Emperor Han and Qin." Chu Zhaonan watched him bend down in front of him, and on his drooping head, his hair was crowned, the emerald hairpin was like jade, and the green silk was like snow.

"Maybe you heard it wrong, His Highness didn't say that he wanted to recruit you. Zhao'an's post was written by yourself, and the saint did not make a single reply. Send me to you to take a look, if you don't tell the truth, forget it, and give His Highness the order to expel guests, it's not against the sky! Chu Zhaonan said so violently, Yang Ge's face was not good-looking, his face was blue and white for a while, and Chu Zhaonan was very happy to see it.

"Please also ask Your Highness to forgive your sins, Yang Ge is here to compensate His Highness." Something crossed Yange's eyes, but his voice was lowered a degree.

Chu Zhaonan didn't bother to toss him, and began to interrogate An Yan carefully how he died, but Yang Ge was drowning if he died, no matter what, this is the answer. Chu Zhaonan looked at him sincerely, and he had his own plan in his heart, so he didn't talk about it, but asked Yang Ge to bring a pen and paper to record the process of An Yan's drowning in detail, and then said that he would go back to report to the saint and make his own decision.

Shiye watched Chu Zhaonan come out, obediently followed, and walked towards the palace. He noticed that Chu Zhaonan's every step seemed to be thinking about something important, and his steps were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't bother. Who knew that Chu Zhaonan turned his head halfway through, saying that it was dark and he would go back to the Emperor's Mansion first, although he felt strange for ten nights, he also followed silently, and he didn't say anything.

Temple

An Yan panted and grabbed the doorrail, bent down and breathed heavily, as if she had finally found her by climbing mountains and wading through water. Gu Lingge had some doubts in his heart, how could An Yan find himself on this big night, those marks didn't work at all at night, how did An Yan follow him all the way from the capital? If he comes, does it mean that others have also discovered his tracks? If An Yan wants to follow him, will An Yan be robbed and killed by others halfway through? Her heart suddenly fluttered.

"This is the second time you've tried to kill me." An Yan gasped for breath, didn't bother to get up, slid down the threshold and sat on the ground, looking up at the moon, for the first time he felt that this Rausch thing was really beautiful, at least it meant that he could wait for the sun the next day.

"But I didn't know twice it was you." The first time she saw him, she thought he was a dark bar, and he should be extinguished, so she did it; The current situation is that she is a soldier, and she would rather kill the wrong person than wait for the other party to appear, and her current physical condition does not allow her to take any risks.

"Okay, okay, I forgive you." An Yan should be really tired, waving his hands seems to have no strength, and in addition to helplessness in his voice, he is more powerless.

"Come, go over there and drag my bag over there." The reason why I need to use a tow is because it is really a big bag. Gu Lingge can lift it with one hand, but An Yan is a literati, and it is normal for him not to move.

An Yan dug out the dry food from it, handed Gu Lingge a packet, and began to gnaw on it himself, the kettle was on him, so it was quite convenient. Gu Lingge sniffed it, it was made of good wheat, and this man really wouldn't lose himself anywhere.

Finally, the dry food was finished, and the sky was still dark. Gu Lingge led Xinghe out to find fresh grass to eat, Xinghe hissed loudly, and Gu Lingge laughed heartily when he heard it.

An Yan silently followed behind her, waiting for Gu Lingge to ask him questions. Gu Lingge put the reins beside him, leaned against the tree, and asked An Yan, who was leaning on another tree, "What are you running out for?" Don't want Qianji Pavilion anymore? Don't transfer me, I'll give you a price, and let you continue to be in charge, but it's a good deal. ”

"You didn't want to sell you before, but now, it's too late." An Yan frowned, looked at Gu Lingge, and began to tell her, "The emperor has already set his sights on the Thousand Machine Pavilion, so I can only transfer my family and throw a shell for him to play with himself." ”

"What if he messes up? Don't want your reputation in the past few years? Or are you going to open another one? Of course, Gu Lingge understood the truth of rabbit death and fox cooking, but An Yan was like this, she was really a little worried.

"I'm not open, I'll bet the rest of my life on you." An Yan smiled, and the appearance of the breeze and bright moon made Gu Lingge blink and laugh.