Wujiang heard the horse's hooves, and for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy, picked up something at the moment, turned off the lights and went out of the window, and ran into the dense forest.

Fortunately, it is winter, most of the snakes and insects in the forest have hibernated, and they have not encountered any wild beasts, she just walked forward, and did not know where she should go, but she was not in a hurry, and the situation when she woke up was much better than in the past.

was born as a border refugee, has no country and no home, and has nothing to worry about, but the strange things she carries are quite incomprehensible, if those people really came to her, it seems that she has married a lot...... Enemies......

Anyway, it won't be in-laws, right......

Fifteen iron horsemen are looking for people in the middle of the night, and it seems that the power is quite large, which is also a headache.

After walking in the dense forest for a while, Wujiang realized that she was walking too smoothly, obviously it was a starless and moonless night, but she didn't feel how dark it was, and she could distinguish things not far away, and she didn't have such good eyesight when she was young. Just thinking about it, suddenly the sound of footsteps into the ears, boundless look around, the cold winter leaves withered, there is no good place to hide, she looked up, saw the ancient branches of the tree staggered, deep feeling that the tree above the head is an excellent hiding position, can hide the figure, can be condescending, a thought, suddenly feel light, then flutter up the tree, stand is the branch that Fang just fancied.

After a while, the three of them walked to the bottom of the tree, condescending without borders, unconsciously holding their breath, and saw that the three were dressed in dark blue robes, all holding swords in their right hands.

One said: "The nearby villages and forests have been searched, but there is no trace, maybe the killer is really buried in the snowy mountains." ”

Another person asked, "There is no news from the snow mountain?" ”

Originally, the man replied: "No, the snow-capped mountain is so big, Your Highness can't survive with an arrow piercing your chest, and even if you can survive, you can't escape the avalanche." ”

"If we must have died in an avalanche, then what are we searching for here?"

"Childe's request is foolproof."

It looks like the leader of the man ordered: "Search this mountain, and return to the palace tomorrow morning to resume your life." ”

"Yes."

She heard every word clearly, "killer", "snow mountain", "back to the palace", and immediately connected a story: the killer entered the palace to assassinate, trapped in the snow mountain, and saw no one alive or dead.

In an instant, the contents of the package flashed in front of me one by one, and even the names suddenly appeared in my mind: night clothes, blow arrows, silk gloves, □□.

And there was a big hole in the left chest of the night clothes near the heart!

Look at your current situation, listen to a few miles, look at the things in the night, and then you can go up the tree.

Killer?

This identity is really ...... Be all abroad...... Dumbfounded...... It's ridiculous......

Who are you going to assassinate when you enter the palace, have you succeeded, and who is the Royal Highness in their mouths, she still doesn't know, do you want to follow them all the way to see, maybe you can find out more things, and then I dispelled the idea, now I don't know what I do, it's okay if the tracking is lost, in case the tracking is discovered, isn't it self-defeating?

Anyway, I knew they were going to the palace.

After thinking about it, Wujiang found a thick branch that stretched horizontally and lay down on his back, one hand resting on the back of his head, almost blending in with the night.

Wujiang thought, if he is really a killer, who is he entrusted with, what should happen if it succeeds, what will happen if it fails, and now I wonder if people on both sides are chasing and killing him?

What was your life like before? She sighed.

It seems that the debt owed by the things he caused is not amnesia and can be regarded as something that never happened, and he will always have to pay it back, and it is estimated that he will not live a peaceful life in the second half of his life.

Anyway, I can't think of a reason now, so I just sleep in this tree tonight, those people have already searched, and if they don't find anything, they shouldn't kill a carbine, it should be safe here, and the rest will wake up tomorrow morning to make plans.

When the three men were gone, the world was quiet again, except for the crows calling overhead.

The reason why Jackdaw Village is called Jackdaw Village is because it is cold here but for some reason there are flocks of crows gathered all year round, hence the name, at dusk, they fly to the sky in flocks, the scene is spectacular, and the night falls on the branches to disturb people's dreams, quite annoying.

But at this time, Wujiang listened to these screams that should have been annoying, but he was in a calm mood and closed his eyes gently.

……

When I woke up, the sky was gray, and I didn't know when.

Wujiang turned over and went down the tree, and saw that the ants were moving in a swarm, and the sky was also gloomy with bad intentions.

I'm afraid heavy rain is coming.

Wujiang looked at his coarse cloth clothes, it was not fun to be wet and freeze into ice cubes in winter.

She flew to the end of the tree, and looked into the distance, there was a wooden house in the southeast, not far away, thinking that it should be too late to rush over, and she could get down to the ground without a boundary, and saw that the little ants were still humming and moving seriously, and raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at them.

"Little ant, see which of us can get there faster~"

The heavy rain poured down instantly, and the boundless tree borrowed its strength, and at the last moment, it shot into the house like an arrow, but unfortunately, the skirt was still a little wet.

She patted the corner of her skirt and looked around the house, except for a bed, there was a bundle of rope at the foot of the house, and there were several hunting clips on the table, which should be the house where the hunter spent the night while hunting, and a thin layer of ash had accumulated in winter, and just now Wujiang found several pheasant traps and bird traps in the forest, which the hunter forgot to confiscate.

She walked outside the door, looked at the vast heavy rain, crackling tree branches, and thought about going to the capital of Western Xinjiang next to see what the situation was, whether the assassination was a big deal, whether the streets and alleys of the capital were full of portraits of her head, and whether she could walk sideways with her true face in the future.

Wujiang hugged his chest and leaned against the door, thinking about his future plans, his eyes were uncertain and he looked at the rain scene at will, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small white flower in the corner of the wall, trembling by the rain, looking like it was about to be destroyed by the merciless wind and rain.

She was in a hurry, went to the house, got a few branches for the fire, ran outside the house and planted them in the four corners of the little white flower, then tore off the corner of her skirt and wrapped it around the four corners to make a small tent, and stepped back, leaning against the door with her hands and laughing to herself.

After the rain stopped, Wujiang removed the tent, so as not to hinder it from receiving sunlight in the future, and as for the wind and rain in the future, she could not control it, and let it create itself.

Wujiang finally came to Xixuan, the capital of Western Xinjiang, according to the direction that Aunt Li said before, the name of the city was engraved on the city gate, and the font was strong and bold.

Wujiang tried the □□ in the baggage before entering the city, a face, plain and unremarkable, and forgot it at a glance. She had loose hair that slightly covered her forehead and eyes, and there were sparse freckles under her eyes, her nose was neither high nor low, her lips were not thick or thin, and her face was not clear because of the drooping of her hair.

For the sake of prudence, he also wiped his face with ash and ordered a few moles, but when he approached Xixuan, he did not see the wanted portrait of either of these two faces on the city gate, not even in the city, it seems that either the people in the palace kept it secret for some reason, or they did not see the appearance of the assassin at all.

Wujiang suddenly relaxed, found a secluded place and tore off □□, this thing is not breathable, and it is a little uncomfortable to carry it for a long time.

She first went to find a place to live and took out a gold leaf, and the shopkeeper was surprised at first, and then felt that he was out of shape, and he really shouldn't have made such an appearance.

It is necessary to know that Xixuan is the capital, different from other places, full of dignitaries and nobles, Huangsun nobles, rich businessmen, and people with wealth and status everywhere, but those people have those people's considerations, or quirks, and this quirk is strange and varied, for example, the youngest son of Prime Minister Zhang Cheng felt that he was illustrious, and could not distinguish the true heart of women, and felt that most women were poor and loved rich, so he deliberately pretended to be a down-and-out scholar and lived on the streets by selling calligraphy and paintings, which was very miserable. The son of the prime minister was deeply moved, and finally informed his identity and achieved a good story.

For another example, General Yanwu was young, fought on the battlefield, killed countless enemies, and after each triumph, he would sneak to the streets of the capital to perform on the streets, but once he was recognized, everyone, especially those admirers of young girls immediately surrounded him, forcing him to use light skills to fly the eaves and run away from the desert.

Although this girl is coarse linen, her hands are as white as clotted fat, delicate as porcelain and can be broken, and her shots are even more obscene and restrained, and she is generous.

After seeing through everything, he reminded this young lady very intimately that her wealth is not exposed when she goes out, although she is at the foot of the royal city and pays attention to public security, but there are many thieves and pickpockets, and they are very rampant.

Wujiang thanked him, put down the package and asked the largest teahouse in Wangcheng, thinking about going there to sit down, and met a stall on the road, shouting "sell melons, sell melons", what melons does Wujiang want to sell in winter? At a glance, the melon is long in shape and has a golden yellow shell.

"Girl, come on, it's just snowed heavily in Xijiang these days, and these frozen melons are just dug out of the snow, just eat, buy it home and make it into cold salad gold silk, clear your heart and quench your thirst, crisp and tender, it's delicious!"

Sounds good, Wujiang reached out and knocked on the shell, knocking, frowning, unable to distinguish between good and bad.

"That's good." Suddenly, a voice sounded, clear and clear, tapping on the eardrums.

She turned her head and saw a man in blue, with clear eyebrows and a little depth, and the bridge of his nose slightly obscured by the light.