The twilight breeze blew and swept away the brief silence in front of the corner gate.

The smile soon returned to Wei Shu's face, she nodded to the old woman, and said in a harmonious voice, "Grandma, go back to the house." There's going to be a curfew, and no one is coming. ”

This time, she switched back to Jin Guohua.

"Wait a minute." The old woman called Wei Shu, moved back to the gatehouse, and when she came out, her hands were carefully held in front of her chest, and a delicate bamboo basket the size of a palm lay in her palm.

"Take it...... Play ......" The little bamboo basket was sent to Wei Shu diligently, and the old woman's cloudy eyes had a glimmer of light, and a smile climbed up to the face full of ravines, like a child.

The old woman is a native of Jiangnan, when she married Yincheng, there was a bamboo vessel she made by herself in the marriage, each of which was exquisite and delicate.

"Beautiful...... Cabinet...... Ah Nan ...... Pretend to be fun...... I give it to you...... "The old woman was proud and reluctant to hold the bamboo basket, as if holding her only treasure, and described the use of bamboo in stammering Jin Guo:

I used to use it to put a plaything for Ah Nan, and it looks good on the cabinet, but now I'm giving it to you.

Wei Shu understood, and did not refuse, took the bamboo basket and solemnly thanked her: "Grandma's gift is too heavy." ”

The old woman's smiling face was like a wrinkled orange peel, her toothless mouth was open, and she shook her hands and said, "Don't ask for thanks, don't ask for thanks." ”

The faint rural accent was entwined in the words, and Wei Shu seemed to hear the cry of the spring warbler in the south of the Yangtze River.

She suddenly felt a little homesick.

Her homeland is located east of the river, and her mother is a noble daughter from the Jiangnan Shi clan.

When she was young, Wei Shu loved to listen to her mother humming folk songs, and the soft smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River seemed to be able to leak out of the song, softening the world and her heart.

She never imagined that in the early spring of a foreign country after a thousand years, she would hear the gentle singing again, and the afterglow was lingering, as if she was dreaming of returning to her hometown.

Hanging the small bamboo basket on her belt, Wei Shu walked forward in a trance, walked out into the distance, and when she looked back, the white-haired old woman was still waving to her by the door, and the dim sky was pressed down, and the skinny figure looked a little blurred.

When I returned to the courtyard, the courtyard was already lit up with colorful lights, and the colorful candle flames lined the strange flowers and plants all over the courtyard, squeezing the twilight to the fullest.

Hanama is indeed back.

Two days earlier than the day Goode said.

There were many more servants walking back and forth in the courtyard, and Wei Shu did not stand under the porch with a majestic face as usual, Wei Shu heard her gentle voice coming from the east room, and occasionally the laughter of the girl like a silver bell sounded.

Hana really seems to be in a good mood.

As a result, the laughter of the Hundred Flower Courtyard became brighter, and the silence of the previous days was no longer gone, and even the lanterns seemed to be more noisy than usual.

Wei Shu was not qualified to serve Hua Zhen closely, so she just squatted outside the corridor and saluted, then went to the east chamber to hand over the food box, and received an errand from a housekeeper's mother.

When I went out, I happened to see a car parked in the middle of the road, and several maidservants were carrying things out of the car with large bags, and it was Yu who supervised them on the side.

"Get out of the way." Yu also saw Wei Shu, and shouted in a low voice, but he didn't pay much attention to her, turned his head and ordered the rest of the maids to move faster.

Wei Shu lowered her head and waited for them to pass, and as far as her eyes could see, there was a wheel not far from the dirt under her feet.

After a while, the maidservants took out all the things on the car, walked into the Baihuayuan one after another, and Yu also left.

Wei Shu lowered her head and continued to walk forward. Xu was dark and dark, and maybe she didn't pay attention, so as soon as she turned around, she suddenly slipped under her feet, fell to the ground with a "ahhhh

Several young golden slave girls were hanging lanterns in the verandah, and when they saw this, they all covered their lips and laughed, and some people whispered, "This person looks so ugly."

Under the candlelight, the scar on Wei Shu's face was extremely eye-catching, lining her grinning face in pain, which was ugly and funny, and the little slave girls were so happy that they chattered and laughed endlessly, even if Wei Shu limped away, they were still there laughing.

Song Nu was not allowed to walk through the verandah and the road, and the lamps and candles were not very bright in the places outside of these two places, and it was still very dark in some places.

Wei Shu chose a dark place to walk, and soon stopped at the corner of a cross-courtyard wall.

It was so dark under the wall that you couldn't see your fingers, and it was like a world away from the brightly lit courtyard in the distance.

She slowed her breathing and slowly released her clenched palm.

The warrior's gaze is not controlled by light and shadow, so that she can see what is in her palm:

A grain of white sand in a grain of ash. It looks two laps larger than the usual gravel, but it's still very inconspicuous.

It was embedded in the gap between the rear wheels of the oil-walled car.

shot out the wooden cone with dark energy, shook it out from the gap, and then "accidentally" fell, and the white sand fell into Wei Shu's hands.

In Akis's memory, there is no trace of this thing, but Wei Shu knows it.

This is a debris of silver ore and is of high purity. Even though the crumbs were small, they didn't prevent her from recognizing them at a glance.

Looking at the tiny white stone in his hand, Wei Shu couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

When she fought in the Central Plains with her father, she often needed to lead her troops through the wilderness and jungle because she was in charge of the army, and she could be regarded as walking through half of the Central Plains.

I remember one time, she lost her path in a mountain range, and she almost couldn't get out, but fortunately, a Taoist priest who knew how to make public opinion passed by, and led them through a heavy mountain through an abandoned mine, and finally found the main road.

The mine was originally used for silver mining, but the veins had long since been hollowed out and abandoned. It was in that mine that Wei Shu learned a simple way of identification from the Taoist priest, and she could recognize all the four ores of gold, silver, copper, and iron at a glance.

White Frost City is known for its rich silver mines, and these mines are regarded as important places by the Jin Kingdom, guarded by five thousand forbidden troops directly under the Imperial City, and it is guarded by people who are privately entrained, and its inspection is even more strict to the extreme, such as the excellent ore that Wei Shu saw at this time, it is extremely difficult to appear outside.

Where did Hua really get such pure silver ore?

Has she been to the mines?

The mine is more than 100 miles north of the city, very far away from the Shuaifu Courtyard, and there is almost no hiding place near the left, how did she run from the east of the city to the north of the city, and hide from the thousands of forbidden troops and several checkpoints along the road?

Could it be that there is a secret passage in the mine? Or did someone bring her in?

Wei Shu's brows frowned slightly, and her fingers subconsciously rubbed the silver-white gravel.

Hua Zhen's so-called hunting, what is it hunting?

Are the more than ten slaves really her only "harvest"?

Many questions came to her mind, Wei Shu always felt that Hua Zhen's actions were weird, as if she was plotting something, and she couldn't think of any clues.