"Go there."

Hanama lifted her chin towards the westernmost retreat.

It was a three-room cottage in the shape of a zigzag, the first two of which were used as clean rooms and living quarters, and the last one was a bedroom.

A group of four people walked to the door, and the servants of Balan Mansion who were already waiting here bowed down to greet them. He didn't want to embarrass the slaves and maids of other people's houses, but ordered them to wait far away, and they couldn't come near without a call, so he turned to Wei Shu and said:

"You two follow closely, let's go to the inner room first."

At this time, a gust of east wind swept in, and a rich aroma hit the nose, and under the careful smell, it was the most fashionable "thyme" today.

As soon as this incense comes out, all the incense is silent, and even the unique fragrance of flowers and trees in spring is also covered by it.

Passing through the first two houses, there is a bedroom for the nobles to rest, although the size of the room is not large, but the inner and outer rooms are divided with a fan, and Hua Zhen is led into the inner room, and then he turns his head and ordered: "Come first to serve the master to change clothes, and then you two will guard the door of the house in separate shifts."

When she said this, she and Hua Zhen both stood under the fan, the sunlight outside the door penetrated the room, leaking from the fan carved with magpies on the branches, and the faces of an old man and a young man were covered by the light and shadow, a little bright, a little dark, and occasionally changed with the movements of the two of them, which was very strange.

Wei Shu bowed her head, and Yu also responded vaguely.

Their voices were not in order, and their movements were not synchronized. Wei Shu finished saying the word "yes" and continued to walk forward, but Ke Yu stopped for two breaths before taking a step.

It is the kung fu of these two breaths that the four people who originally went forward in pairs were divided into three, Hua Zhen and Hao were in the front, Yu was broken, and Wei Shu was caught in the middle.

Wei Shu didn't seem to be aware of this, and still lowered her eyebrows and moved small steps.

After entering the inner room, Hua Zhen put down the hand holding the curtain, went straight to the couch by himself, turned his head and glanced at the curte beside him, and suddenly covered his sleeves and smiled.

In her sweet laughter, she walked at the end of the valley and raised her head.

The face that was always expressionless, there was still no emotion at this time, and his calm eyes were like two deep wells, fixed on Wei Shu in front of him.

Hanama nodded imperceptibly.

Yuwei bowed, his figure shook suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he clinged to Wei Shu's back like a ghost, and the bottom of his sleeve turned over, and the cold light appeared.

A dagger appeared in her hand.

The blade was polished brightly, shining in the sunlight, and it instantly reflected Hua Zhen's eyebrows.

She opened her beautiful eyes wide, and her body habitually moved slightly to one side, as if she wanted to avoid something that was about to splash, while the person on the side looked indifferent, and her old eyes looked at Song Nu who was still bowing her head, as if looking at a dead thing.

"Bang-"

The door slammed shut, and the room went dark.

………………

Alain paced slowly at the entrance of the alley.

The east wind was mighty, blowing soft the waves of the Canghe River, blowing the row of poplars on the bank, attracting the newborn milk swallows to fly around the trees and cry for the first time.

Large and small colorful boats, flower boats and painting boats are moored on the shore, and one or two gongs, drums and horns are sometimes sounded in the boat. ….

Every year, the White Frost City will hold a grand spring festival, which will be presided over by the Jin clan and the other five clans such as Harqin and Suota in turn. This year happens to be the turn of the Buhai tribe, because this tribe believes in the god of water, so every year of the main sacrifice, the Canghe River will become very lively, the flower boat, the color boat and the painting boat is the place where the priests of the Buhai tribe offer sacrifices and prayers, and the people of the city also go to the river to watch the excitement.

Alain looked at the river scenery in the distance in silence, and his heart was peaceful.

He's waiting for someone.

Waiting for the person he had been waiting for.

He rejoiced in the wait.

When it rains, in the snowy weather, in the occasionally bright and often gloomy streets, in this spring breeze.

He was glad at the wait, and even more at it

The moment the pretty and sweet girl appeared in front of him.

He knew that such a wait might not be the same anymore. For the girl he watched silently would soon have what he wanted, and would no longer have to be afraid to meet the snakes of the land, and to sell what he had to save money.

Perhaps, in the near future, the laughing girl will get married, and he will address her as "Concubine" and her husband as "Your Highness". They will be very beautiful and loving, and maybe they will give birth to their children next year.

This is not Alain's imagination, but a fact that is close at hand.

It made him feel a little sad.

But it's only a little bit.

The offspring of a lowly slave whose name is given by someone else should not and dare not ask for too much.

As long as she is good, then he will be happy.

The waves crashed against the riverbank, and there was a trace of fluctuation in Alain's gloomy eyes, like a wind-blown lake, with sparkling waves reflecting on his cheeks.

He was a little overwhelmed by the dazzling light and shadow, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

It was a moment before he realized that it was not the light that dazzled, but her.

Here she comes.

The blue gauze skirt, which was as light as a feather, fluttered and swayed in the spring breeze, and the large piece of leno was like holding an unattainable dream, floating towards the waiting Alain.

At this moment, Alain's dead face became vivid, his slender eyes became bright in the sun, and his almost reluctant gaze followed the slender figure that was getting closer and closer, and after a while, a trace of doubt came to his heart.

How did she come alone? Why didn't you change your clothes?

After a short but intense joy, the new swordsman who was waiting in the spring breeze finally noticed such a problem that was not too big.

In the past, when sneaking out of the house, Hua Zhen would always have a maid with her, and most of those maids were Yu, and sometimes they would also be golden slave girls with strong physiques, and Hua Zhen herself would also disguise herself as an inconspicuous maid.

Alain had seen the handmaiden's outfit many times, and even with his eyes closed, he could recognize the beauty in disguise by the oncoming wind.

But right now, the girl is dressed in a gorgeous dress, wearing a hat, and the waist-length white gauze hat and skirt cover her upper body, and the east wind can't help but sweep by, blowing the fluttering white gauze and blue skirt, and the graceful figure is almost impossible to take off her eyes.

Among the many tourists on both sides of the Canghe River, there are already some eyes condensed on the girl's body, and it is really that the figure is really eye-catching, and no one can not look at it.

Alain's slender eyebrows and eyes were filled with worry.

Without thinking much about it, he immediately stepped forward, and the long black figure was like a big bird, blocking the girl in front of him, and also blocking the curious eyes from all directions.

Yao Jishan