I don't know if to be grateful or what, Fengyang didn't let her fall into the streets. The carriage took her to a small village outside the city, where a house was small enough to live in.

Wang Xian pushed the door open, and it was desolate inside, with withered grass in the small courtyard and web-forming spiders on the beams. Wang Xian walked forward, and a voice came from behind him, "Little girl, are you new here?"

Wang Xian turned around and saw a woman with a kind face, "Yes." ”

"No one has lived here for a long time, and I'm afraid you won't be able to move in right away if you move in like this. ”

"yes......"

"My house is at the opposite door," the woman pointed to her home, "if you have something to do, come to my sister-in-law, we will be neighbors in the future, and we need more help." ”

After Wang Xian thanked her, the woman left. Looking around the courtyard, Wang Xian sighed slightly—she really wanted to go back to Xiuyun Mountain.

But just thinking about it, Wang Xian rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up the house neatly, and cut off the weeds in the yard. After a busy meal, it was already night, and Wang Xian sat in the aisle and nibbled on steamed buns. It was so dark that she had no candles or oil lamps, so she had to conjure up a witchfire.

The darkness around was driven away by the witch fire, and from a distance, the small courtyard was full of bright small fires floating.

After eating the steamed buns, Wang Xian didn't want to go back to the house, the house was too dark, and she was a little scared. And she likes the small fire in this courtyard very much, as if she has returned to the scene when Wang Ziliang taught her witchcraft when she was a child.

That's it—

Wang Xian's eyes darkened, and he lay sideways in the aisle to watch the sparks. Suddenly, a melodious and distant flute sounded over, and the village was so quiet...... That's nice.

In the sound of the flute, Wang Xian gradually lowered his eyelids and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it was, it was already late at night, and the flute had long since stopped. The witchfire was still floating up and down in the moonlight, and the two shadows merged together in the aisle next to the small courtyard.

Dongli lay beside Wang Xian, watching her fall asleep quietly, there were bright tears in the corners of her eyes, Dongli wanted to help her wipe it, and finally withdrew his hand.

"Ah Xian," Dongli looked at the pitch-black ceiling, "Ah Xian, what should we do......"

That night, Dongli's sigh and moonlight fused together, surrounding Wang Xian for a long, long time.

Wang Xian woke up and was woken up by the sound of a rooster crowing. It's normal, but when she wakes up and sees the two pheasants in her yard, it's not normal, right?!

"Where did it come from? Wang Xian looked at the pheasants running in the yard and muttered to himself.

The sister-in-law said that they are surrounded by mountains, and it is not uncommon for pheasants and hares to run into the house occasionally. The sister-in-law spoke so easily, Wang Xian half-believed and stewed a pot of chicken soup by herself.

It is said that Wang Xian was holding a bowl of chicken soup to enjoy the wind, and suddenly the door was pushed open, and the chicken soup was about to be spilled.

I saw Sun Maoran rushing up and hugging Wang Xian with an expressionless face, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry!" Sun Maoran said loudly.

Wang Xian smiled and patted him on the back, "What's the matter!"

Sun Maoran let go of Wang Xian, "My father won't let me go out, he said that there are still a few days before the wedding, so let me not run around." I wanted to look for you, but I couldn't get out, and when I could go out, you were gone. I inquired for a long time to find out you were here!"

"That," Wang Xian smiled awkwardly and raised the chicken soup in his hand, "Do you want soup?"

After a while, the two sat down together and each had a bowl of chicken soup in their hands.

"The hat burns. ”

"Huh?"

Wang Xian said a little embarrassed: "I want to go back to Junyang, can you help me?"

Sun Maoran thought for a while, "It's not a difficult thing, but the capital has been in chaos recently, and I'm afraid you won't be able to go back." Since Mr. Wang's death, Fengyang has entered the house. But I don't know what's wrong, another Jiangnan witch clan has appeared, and the saint intends to let the Jiangnan family replace your family. ”

Wang Xian was shocked, and remembered that day when she saw the jade pendant worn by the group, but Wang Ziliang was seriously ill in those days, and she didn't tell him.

Now that I think about it, the Jiangnan Wu Clan has disappeared for so long, and now they suddenly appear in the capital, it will not be their blind unauthorized action, there must be a big force to let them enter the capital. That big force wants to change blood, so it will be busy changing people a few days after Wang Ziliang's death.

Royal, this kind of thing that only the royal can do.

"Why," Wang Xian clenched the corners of his skirt, "The queen is also from the Junyang Wu clan, why should she treat her mother clan like this?"

Sun Maoran shook his head helplessly and asked, "Actually, why were you sent out." ”

Sun Maoran has always spoken very measuredly, and Wang Xian should probably be glad that he said "send" instead of "rush".