At this time, it was just after noon, and it should be the most lively time on the street, but now Shajiang City is very depressed, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the originally lively market has closed early.

The major events of the past few days, although there has been no official voice, have also spread all over the place. Originally, the second lady of the Hou Mansion secretly entered Shang Shuling's mansion at night to visit her daughter, but was killed as an assassin and died on the spot. Since then, the Hou Mansion and even the entire Shajiang City have not hung white flags or mourning clothes, as if there is no such thing at all. However, the desertion of every street is a sign that people know clearly about this matter.

That person, the truly innocent person in this incident, died quietly like this.

The city seemed to be leaning back to Di Yuan's snort, and when he needed the city to be alive and full of energy to increase tax revenue, the city was wide open, and the market was prosperous, but when he was angry, the whole city suddenly hibernated, and there were few people on the street, lest he touch the moldy head, perhaps because the people of the city had developed a keen sense of smell for a long time.

Today's Fuhao Commercial House is also much more deserted than before, and most of the guys have nothing to do, sitting around drinking tea. Only Hou Yanchun didn't seem to be interested in this, and he leaned against the door frame boredly, looking out as if he was in a daze.

A familiar shadow approached, and Hou Yanchun's originally dull and boring face suddenly piled up a smile.

"Miss Liu, in today's situation, it's really face-saving to come and patronize. ”

"Old rule, help me deliver a letter to Cloudsdale. Liu Qingxue got straight to the point, along with the letterhead and a jade that she had prepared early in the morning and unloaded from the scabbard. All the money on her body is used to spread the news, and the atmosphere in Shajiang City is weird, I am afraid that only this jade can invite Hou Yanchun to do things.

Hou Yanchun recognized at a glance that the jade came from Liu Qingxue's scabbard, and was slightly moved, thinking that what was the important thing that made Liu Qingxue have to use her mother's relics again. However, he remained silent, and no longer bargained, smiled and took the letterhead and jade, and then stretched out his hand to invite Liu Qingxue to sit and drink tea with him.

Liu Qingxue's left hand holding the sword unconsciously stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the empty groove of the jade on the scabbard. She had hesitated for a long time about this decision, for fear that she would regret it if she stayed for a while, so she only said lightly: "Don't delay." Then he walked out.

Before Hou Yanchun could say what he wanted to say, Liu Qingxue had already disappeared from view. He played with the jade in his hand, looked at the empty porch, and lost his mind for a moment.

Soon, however, another man approached. Hou Yanchun quickly adjusted his state and greeted the visitors with a professional smile.

A young man with a pale face and a few rolls of bandages wrapped around his chest walked through the door.

"Shopkeeper, please help me send a letter. ”

Hou Yanchun was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I'm sorry for the guest officer, it's not our firm's business to send some objects, please trouble the guest officer to find the dart bureau again." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked with some confusion: "Didn't that girl just now send a letter to the shopkeeper?"

Hou Yanchun frowned slightly, and quickly thought about the relationship between this guy and Liu Qingxue, while thinking about how to explain. The young man didn't say more, smiled and stuffed a letter into Hou Yanchun's hand, and stuffed a few silver ingots into it together, and gently tucked it into Hou Yanchun's cuffs, with an indescribable expression on his face. Hou Yanchun just glanced at it, and he could see that the weight of the silver was not light.

Hou Yanchun nodded helplessly, glanced at the letter, and asked casually, "What is the surname of the guest officer?"

He raised his head as he spoke, but found that the young man had slowly turned around and left, waving his hand as he walked: "There is no need to mention the name or anything, just inform the recipient that this is sent from the city of Shajiang." ”

Hou Yanchun reversed the letter, checked it, and found that there were several neat and powerful characters written on the front.

"Cheongju Dongliu City, the Duke of Wei Guo is open. ”

The exact location is not mentioned, because the name of the recipient is so loud.

The news of the war in the east reached Lizhou, but it was only a day or two. Today's two letters, one in Qingzhou and one in Yunzhou, when will they be sent badly, but it is very urgent to do so today on a day when everyone dare not go out. said that they had nothing to do with each other, and Hou Yanchun didn't believe it when he was killed.

"What is Shopkeeper Hu looking at?" A figure suddenly appeared behind Hou Yanchun, and his voice was low, which made Hou Yanchun startled.

Hou Yanchun came back to his senses, he didn't notice it just now, but at this moment, he felt a strong sense of oppression on this guy, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He secretly adjusted and smiled: "Sir, just now Miss Liu came to ask the firm to deliver a letter for her, but another person saw it, and asked the firm to send the letter, I couldn't refuse, so I had to agree." ”

The man called "Sir" held out his hand: "Trouble the shopkeeper to show me." ”

Hou Yanchun handed him both letters with a calm expression, ignoring the strange gazes of the guys around him. The guest's private belongings cannot be moved, which is one of the iron rules of Fuhao Commercial Bank, but it is a pity that neither of them is strictly considered to be a person in the commercial house, and naturally there is no such taboo. Although the guest pretended to be a philistine, he thought that the money would open the way. This is indeed a universal truth, after all, no one will get along with money, but unfortunately he is as shrewd as he is, and he can't see through an old fox like Hou Yanchun, in fact, he is not a serious businessman at all.

"Sir" first looked at the recipient's name written on the outside of Liu Qingxue's letter, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He opened the letter from the wax seal, quickly skimmed through the letterhead, and then put it back away. He took another one to him, but from the person who received the letter on the cover, his pupils contracted slightly, as if he was a little surprised, he opened it again and again, and after reading it, his expression was solemn.

"If you let the shopkeeper Hu send it, how long will it take?"

Hou Yanchun was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to greet a guy near the left. The man replied, "Since the transmission of darts was not originally considered the business of a commercial bank, there was no post station, and it could only be transferred by branches in various places, which may take a month or two. ”

"Sir" shook his head: "No, it's too slow." Trouble shopkeeper Hu to prepare a fast horse for me, I need to make a trip. ”

"Which one will you send?" Hou Yanchun didn't expect such a mysterious and prominent figure to actually deliver the letter in person, and Hou Yanchun couldn't help but be very curious about what important things were written in the letter.

"It's good to have two letters together, anyway, it's about the same thing. ”

Hou Yanchun's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Then sir, do you plan to send it to the same place?"

"Sir" said all that, obviously not to say more. Although Hou Yanchun was curious about what he would do with these two letters, it had nothing to do with him, so he left it to those guys to worry about it and run his own errands. He figured this out, and simply didn't think about these messy things, so he arched his hand and said, "Then Mr. Trouble." ”

Hou Yanchun watched the figure shoot out from the door, picked up a cup of tea, and was silent.

......

In the days of the extreme south, Xiao Yilan lived like a paradise. Every day, he and Meng Lin together, the tree fruit is hungry, playing and frolicking in the woods, climbing the branches at night to see the vast galaxy, anyway, the purpose of sending the wood home can be regarded as achieved, the two life beads have been handed over to the ancient tree god, maybe in a hundred years, they will break the ground again. In addition to the need to deal with the entanglement of the ancient tree god every day, Xiao Yilan is very comfortable.

It's just that I haven't seen Li Zheng much in the past few days, and since this reunion in the extreme south, Xiao Yilan always feels that there is something more in Li Zheng's eyes when he looks at him.

Duan Xinnan has not been heard from since that day, and Xiao Yilan is also happy to be leisurely, without caring about his gloomy face. Only Li Zheng searched around the neighborhood, but after a futile effort, he seemed a little depressed, and he became more and more silent, practicing his swordsmanship in a forest every day, as if he could hear the sound of his sword swinging from afar. Meng Lin also seemed to be a little dodgy from Li Zheng, so after Xiao Yilan began to pull Li Zheng to play with him several times, he simply gave up and let Li Zheng indulge in swordsmanship alone, while he and Meng Lin were chic and free.

"Eh, a little to the left!" Meng Lin's voice came from under the tree, and Xiao Yilan stepped on the tree with one foot, trying to stretch out the other foot to hook another branch in the distance. Xiao Yilan, who was born in Benhai City, had never climbed a tree before coming to southern Xinjiang, so he was still very reluctant, his body was stretched hard, the word "force" was written all over his face, and his toes were still a few inches away from the branch.

Meng Lin looked a little helpless under the tree, and said with a smile: "Forget it, Xiao Gongzi, you should come down!" Xiao Yilan sighed, withdrew his foot, and then slid down very stiffly holding the tree trunk.

He pitifully stretched out his palms to reveal two pitifully small, shriveled tree fruits: "I did my best. Meng Lin covered her mouth and chuckled, looking up at the fruit tree.

"Then I'll be on it!" Before Xiao Yilan could react, Meng Lin hugged the trunk of the tree, used his limbs together, as if he had no weight, easily climbed the middle of the tree, and winked at Xiao Yilan under the tree.

"Awesome!" Xiao Yilan exclaimed, sitting under the tree and admiring Meng Lin's dexterous and slender shadows among the treetops. But a moment later, the tree fruit fell like rain like a rain, Xiao Yilan stretched out his robe to catch the fruit, and was in a hurry for a while.

The raindrops of fruit finally came to an end, and Meng Lin did not rush down from the tree, but sat among the treetops and stretched comfortably. She was really as light as a feather, and sat on a branch that was not too thick, and the branch only shook gently and kept breaking.

Xiao Yilan simply sat down against the trunk of the tree, looked around, and moved his eyes up from time to time to look at the shadow of the branch like a bird.

Fortunately, the years here are accompanied by Meng Lin, if you are alone in this extreme southern land, I am afraid that it will be much more boring and boring, and you will have to face the old face of the ancient tree god all day long.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of something, and shouted at Meng Lin on the tree: "Lin...... Girl, look at the top, can you see that guy from the ancient tree god!"