Qing Song Xun Ling [Three Kingdoms]

The scenery of Chang'an in March is just right, the Shangyuan Festival has just passed, the whole city has not come out from the grand occasion of last night, and the red lanterns that can be seen everywhere are about to burn out and the owner has not waited for them to be replaced.

There was chaos in the post house, and the officers and soldiers who came to check did not look very good because they were disturbed by the great festival, but the dead were court officials after all, so the cause of death must be found out no matter what.

He was showing off at their place yesterday, but he died in the post house today, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

The chaos outside spread to the courtyard next door, and several private courtyards next to it were disturbed and sent people out to check, but the one next to it remained silent.

There was no sound in the silent room. Instead, a person fell on the ground. The candle on the table had long been extinguished. It seemed that this person had been down for a long time. If he hadn't reacted to the noise outside, he might have killed the person. It is also possible to treat people as dead.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Xun Yu was stunned for a long time, and finally realized that he was still alive until he was frozen by the chill that rushed up from the ground.

Gradually, many memory fragments that did not belong to him emerged in his mind. Xun Yu stood up and supported the table, shaking his head as if he had just woken up and was a little confused.

But those messy things seemed to recognize him and refused to leave. They rubbed his temples vigorously. Xun Yu's hands trembled a little, and he probably knew where he was now.

If those memories are correct, this is the room of the post house.

But...it's nothing more than a post house, so what's the matter with this so-called "jianghu"?

The extra memory in my mind is not complete, but looking at the Changqin at hand, Xun Yu can guess what is going on.

In the last few days of Shouchun, the other Xun Yu who accompanied him carried such a piano, or another "Xun Yu".

Laughing in a low voice, Xun Yu stretched out his hand and plucked the strings next to him, "Is this considered clean?"

He never thought that he could come back from the dead, let alone wake up in this way. He had already said that he didn't care, so why didn't the child listen?

Even if it's just some memory fragments, Xun Yu can find enough information from it. This is probably where the child was originally. If I remember correctly, this dynasty should be called Tang.

Considering his age, it's perfectly normal to call this body a "child". After all, he's just a little guy who just left the house, and he's the one who should feel guilty when he's suddenly in an unfamiliar environment. .

Although neither of them knew exactly what caused this situation.

Frowning, he looked at the wrinkled clothes on his body. Although it could be restored to its original shape with a little tidying, Xun Yu still felt a little uncomfortable.

No matter what time it was, he had never been treated badly in terms of food and clothing. After lying on the cold ground all night, his clothes had to be changed.

Following his memory to find the package in the cabinet, Xun Yu took out a new set of clothes, and then went out to get someone to prepare hot water for a bath.

However, before he could go out, there was a knock on the door over there.

Frowning deepened, Xun Yu glanced at the Changqin that was placed on the table, and belatedly realized that this body had just dealt with the moth of a country before it fell down.

He went to open the door with a calm expression. Even though he knew there might be trouble, Xun Yu didn't panic at all. The instinct of his body told him that there was absolutely no reason for anyone to take advantage of Tian Daoxuan's attack.

The people at the front door were stunned when they saw Xun Yu's attire. This person came from the Changge Sect. Even if he has no fame now, the group of famous Changge Sect people standing behind him are not something they can offend.

The soldiers who came to inquire took a few steps back, and only after Xun Yu came out did they consider their tone and make routine inquiries. Naturally, they had no way of getting any news here.

Many people outside have been called out. If there is really no clue, then the sudden death of Mr. Wang Yinwang can only be due to a sudden illness.

Not far away, a few people dressed in Xuanjia military generals leaned on the trees and watched the development here. They were just accompanying them to Beijing to report on their duties, and it was no big deal. It is not a trivial matter that people died in the posthouse, even if no one was there. Those who are willing to provoke the Cangyun Army who come from Yanmen Pass to lick their blood, they still need to be interrogated routinely.

"It's probably just an accident. We live next door to that person. If someone really did the trick, it's impossible to hide it from us."

The young general Xuanjia curled his lips and looked at the people who knocked on the door one by one. Even the Jinwu guards on the left and right were alarmed. The identity of the person who caused the accident is fine!

"Brother Ji Li, what are you looking at?"

After muttering a few words, he found that no one was paying attention to him. The young general Xuanjia looked up at the older youth beside him, and found that the man's thoughts were not on him at all, and then followed his gaze.

In front of the courtyard door next door to them, the gentle and gentle disciples of the Changge Sect were saying something, which was obviously shouted out by those officers and soldiers.

Blinking his eyes, Yan Gui, who was neglected, turned around and poked Yan Hui next to him, "A Bao, does that person look familiar?"

The young Xuanjia general named Yan Hui rubbed his chin, exchanged glances with his companions, and knew that he was the last one to notice something strange.

"It seems that I have seen it in Qiandao Lake before, the eldest disciple of Lord Jiuling, I guess I read it right?"

The young man who was called Ji Li frowned slightly. He didn't follow the general when he went to Qiandao Lake, so he didn't see this person.

So familiar... is it him?

The footsteps moved, and the Xuanjia youth's face was a little confused, but in the end he still didn't take a step.

"By the way, Brother Ji Li, that long song is called Xun Yu, do you feel that this name is very destined for you?" Yan Hui said with a smile as he blinked and looked at the young man in Xuanjia.

It is indeed fate.

Their elder brother Jili is surnamed Cao. Didn’t Cao Cao have a name called Jili, and the long song over there is called Xunyu. If this is put together, isn’t it the Three Kingdoms?

However, Yan Hui was just joking, and the face of the young Xuanjia who was being joked by the side immediately sank, and before the few people next to him could speak again, he had already walked towards Xun Yu.

"What's the situation?" Yan Hui looked at the brother who was only left behind with a blank face, scratched his head and turned to the other big brothers.

"As long as you have a big heart, since Senior Brother Xun came out just now, Ji Li's eyes have been glued to him directly. This is love at first sight in the legend!"

Next to him, the boy not much older than Yan Hui looked in amazement at the daring companion who had hooked up with him, and reached out and grabbed the shield next to him, ready to rescue him at any time.

Brother Ji Li may not know that this long song cannot be bullied casually.

As the eldest disciple of Duke Jiu Ling, Senior Brother Xun is said to have mastered the true teaching of Changge. Apart from governing the country, he has not lost the slightest bit of self-protection.

Senior Brother Ji Li went up with such a thorn, it's good that the officers and soldiers who came to inquire did not leave, if they left, there would be another Cangyun twisting Yangko in the public!

It's okay in Yanmen Pass, but they can't afford to lose this man in Chang'an!