On the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival, Yin Yue, the daughter of the Marquis of Dingyuan, married Song Ci, the eldest son of the prime minister's family, and all the dignitaries and nobles in Beijing sent congratulatory messages.

"A talented man with a beautiful woman, this is the right match, a natural pair."

Wen Cha sat indifferently under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard and drank tea, but Chun Rong was angry, walked around the courtyard several times, and scolded Song Ci hundreds of times in her heart.

This eldest son, since he can't marry her girl, why should he provoke him? Is this how men are all different?

On the third day after the Flower Dynasty Festival, Song Ci returned to the door with Yin Yue, and the new daughter-in-law had a smile on her face, which showed that she was doing well in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Song Ci was also smiling, he was quite satisfied with Yin Yue, and his eyes were also tender.

Chun Rong, who went to the hall to peek at this, saw this, and no longer had a good impression of him, this kind of man who was in the twilight of Qin and Chu and hooked up with three and four, and he didn't even deserve a finger from their girl.

After the Flower Dynasty Festival, it was Yin Lan's fourteenth birthday.

The Hou Mansion didn't care about the birth date of the concubine, whether it was the mother-in-law Zhang or the old lady, they didn't mean to express it, but Wen Cha and Yin Ning both sent things to Yin Lan.

Yin Ning sent a dress sewn by herself, and Wen Cha Nu Red was not good, so she gave a jade bracelet.

Yin Lan accepted the things, and the three girls went to the most prestigious restaurant in Shangjing for a meal, and the birthday was over.

After Yin Lan was fourteen, the Hou Mansion put her and Yin Ning's family affairs on the agenda, and began to rack her brains to help her choose a marriageable person.

Especially the old lady, for fear of not finding a suitable man, asked Zhang to bring a number of men's posts to select, and selected two high-ranking and powerful officials in the court, wanting to marry the two to be a side room.

In the eyes of the old lady, the concubine doesn't need to marry high, as long as she can change the power of the Hou Mansion, it is enough.

As for Yin Cha, she looks better, and it's not bad to marry a businessman, there are always some businessmen who want to climb to power and marry her.

But the three concubines didn't know anything about it.

During the Qingming Festival, Wen Cha wanted to go up the mountain to the grave of Aunt Zhong, and after saying something like his mother-in-law, he took Chunrong and returned to the village in a carriage.

The original owner's mother, Aunt Zhong, was a village girl, and her greatest wish before she died was to bury her on the mountain in the village, which was her hometown.

Yin Ningxin also seemed to have a conscience and agreed to her, so every year the original owner would go back to Aunt Zhong's grave.

The sky was a little cloudy in April, and after going to the grave and burning the paper money, it began to rain lightly.

Wen Cha walked back in a carriage, and when he reached the halfway point, the rain was too heavy to contain, so he had to find a nearby broken temple and wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the air was filled with earthy smell, Wen Cha was standing under the eaves with his cloak, and suddenly heard a fight, as if someone was coming here.

The rain hid the blood, but it couldn't hide the footsteps.

Wen Cha felt a pang in his heart, gave the coachman a look, and pulled Chunrong to hide behind the Buddha statue in the temple.

Soon, a rush of footsteps rushed into the temple, and the figure hid under the table in front of the Buddha statue, and then a person stepped in outside, his footsteps were very heavy, and he opened the table almost instantly, and fought with the hiding man.

After a long time, there was a smell of blood in the air, the smell was so strong that it was disgusting, and Chun Rong couldn't hold it back, so she trembled with fear.

The voice was very clear in the silent broken temple, and Wen Cha's fingers stiffened, and I am afraid that it will be difficult now.

"Come out." A cold voice sounded in front of him, with a thin coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Chun Rong knew that Wen Cha was tired, so she hurriedly stood up and walked out, Wen Cha took her hand, made a "silence" movement, turned her head and walked out.

At this time, there was a man in black lying on the ground who couldn't see whether he was alive or dead, but in front of him stood a young man in court clothes.

Through the dim skylight, the man was vaguely dressed in red, with a hideous unicorn embroidered with teeth and claws on his chest, holding a long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword was floating in blood, reflecting the face that could not be seen clearly, extremely fierce and vicious.

During the warm tea period, Ai Ai poked her head out and met the man's eyes, as fierce as a wolf, and her heart was beating when she saw it.

The eyes are familiar.

Wen Cha took a few steps closer and saw his appearance clearly, his throat was like being held by an invisible palm, and he couldn't speak.

"Don't recognize?" The man standing at the door spoke lightly, not as fierce as he showed, he withdrew his long sword, stared at Wen Cha, and his gaze softened.

Wen Cha took a deep breath and stammered "General Chu".

Chu Xiao saw her pitiful, his eyes flashed, "Come here." ”

Wen Cha looked at the corpse on the ground, a little daring.

Chu Xiao frowned, and he still had some mind about being seen by her killing someone or something.

"He's not dead." He explained lightly.

"Oh," Wen Cha quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked slowly to his side, but he didn't dare to get too close, and asked hesitantly: "This place is far from Shangjing, how can the general be here?"

Chu Xiao grabbed her shoulder, hugged her to his side, and said lightly: "The Holy One is worshipping the sky in Baiyun Temple today, and I will accompany him."

Baiyun Temple is the Taoist temple with the most incense in the Great Zhou Dynasty, every year Qingming, Emperor Zhou has to come to a trip to worship the sky in Baiyun Temple.

Baiyun Temple is close to here, and it is normal for Chu Xiao to be here.

Wen Cha nodded, and looked at the fallen man's eyes a little complicated, "This person-"

"Assassin."

Wen Cha finally understood, but she didn't dare to ask more, so she only said, "It's still raining outside, do you want to bring the assassin back?"

Chu Xiao didn't speak, and an extremely rough voice suddenly came from outside, "General Chu is inside?" ”

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, only to see a man in armor striding over, his movements were rough, and there was a scar at the corner of his eye.

Seeing warm tea, Chang Sheng was also a little surprised.

"This girl is—"

Wen Cha opened her mouth, and she didn't know how to explain.

Chu Xiao's hand on her shoulder didn't move, but he said, "The fourth daughter of the Hou Mansion."

The four daughters of the Hou Mansion know that Chang Sheng, isn't she the girl who likes to show off the most in Beijing?

I didn't expect people to be so good-looking.

He was secretly speechless, but he turned his hand and arched his hand at Wen Cha, his attitude was very gentle, "Chang Sheng has seen the four girls." ”

At first glance, these four girls have a delicate relationship with the boss, so it is better to be cautious.

"Y-Hello." Wen Cha was a little flattered and bent down to bless him.

The delicate little girl was so reasonable, which made Chang Sheng a little embarrassed, and only looked at Wen Cha and didn't speak.

But I became interested in the identity of Wen Cha, and the girl I met at the lantern festival last time seemed to be from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, and she was still the sister of the fourth girl, which was really fate.

When Chu Xiao saw him talking to the little girl, his brows furrowed, "Take people away." ”

Chang Sheng knew that this was a sign of his displeasure, so he hurriedly carried the person up, did not dare to touch Chu Xiao's moldy head again, said hello to Wen Cha, and walked away.