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The double silk was on file, Qingcheng just glanced at it, and didn't go to take it, but said coldly to Zhan Zhao: "What exactly do you want, you might as well speak up."

Zhan Zhao's heart skipped a beat.Qingcheng seems indifferent, but extremely lonely, and does not want to owe him this favor.He thought to himself for a moment, then cupped his fists and said, "I just want to ask you one thing."

Before he could reply, he immediately asked, "Miss, are you checking Xiangyang Palace?"

Qingcheng said: "You saw it with your own eyes last night, so why ask me again?"

Zhan Zhao asked in a deep voice, "Young lady has seen the wax pellets on the Snowy Jade Owl's body, not just the one from last night, right?"

Qingcheng said: "That's right, I've seen a total of four wax pills like that."

Zhan Zhao asked, "I don't know what message is conveyed in the wax pill?"

Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and looked straight into Zhan Zhao's eyes: "Who the hell are you?"

Zhan Zhao hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head lightly: "Miss Qingcheng, please forgive me for not being able to reveal my identity at this moment. But I pledge my life, what I do is definitely not for my own selfishness, it is for the sake of the Song Dynasty. If the girl can tell you everything, I will be grateful." After finishing speaking, he stretched his body and cupped his fists, and gave Qingcheng a deep bow.

Qingcheng lowered his eyes, seemingly hesitating for a long time, and finally said: "The Xiangyang Prince's Mansion used the snow jade owl to spread the current deployment map of the Song Army from various roads in the northwest. The news of each wax pill has a number, and it should be able to remit the information." A general picture. As for the news that Snow Jade Owl brought back, I don’t know.”

Zhan Zhao's whole body trembled, eyebrows furrowed, and he asked again, "Where did the news about the snowy jade owl go?"

Qingcheng paced towards the window, her skirt brushing the ground between her steps.Looking at the stars outside the clouds from the window, she said slowly: "Xingqing Mansion of Western Xia, Grand Master Zhang Yuan."

After the shock, Zhan Zhao meditated silently, with a dignified expression and turmoil in his heart.

The situation here is as clear as a fire.The previous flukes were all in vain.In this case, it really is a matter of power and power, and if one is not careful, the world will be turned upside down.

After being in office for a long time, he became more and more tired.In recent years, every time he encountered an important case, he always asked himself in his heart-why there are so many desires, crimes and crimes in this world, which are endless and when will it end?The seven sons of Kaifeng, even though they have thousands of determinations, how long can they stick to it? ...

A crow crows from somewhere outside the window, Zhan Zhao is startled, and withdraws his thoughts.With a heavy burden on his shoulders, he has no time to indulge his thoughts.

"Miss Qingcheng, can you lend me the wax pill in your hand for a second look?"

She turned around: "After I saw it, it was ruined."

Her face was calm and her voice was soft. Zhan Zhao couldn't tell the truth from the truth for a while, so he had to ask again: "How long does it take for the snowy jade owl to send messages?"

Qingcheng replied: "One flies in every three days, and leaves at dawn the next day."

Zhan Zhao's thoughts turned darkly: "So, the next night will arrive the next day?"

Qingcheng nodded and said: "Exactly."

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, "Okay, now that there's news about a snowy jade owl, I ask the girl to raise her hand and give it to me."

Qingcheng didn't answer, but walked to the bamboo cabinet by the wall, opened the cabinet door, took out a small kit, looked at it twice, raised her hand and threw it at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhaoyang took the kit with his hands, and the tentacles were full of solid particles.His heart moved: "Is this the grain that Qingcheng girl fed the snowy jade owl last night?"

Qingcheng said: "That's right. This corn is called 'Pihanjin', and its preciousness is by no means inferior to the silk of the sky. With it, you can easily deal with the snowy jade owl."

Zhan Zhao put the kit in his arms and said with a smile, "Thank you for your generous gift."

Qingcheng said coldly: "You don't have to thank me. You gave me back the Celestial Silk, and I also gave you Pihan Gold, and we owe nothing to each other from now on."

Zhan Zhao nodded, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart: "You are going to enter the Xiangyang Palace tomorrow, aren't you?"

A trace of ridicule flashed in Qingcheng's eyes: "I don't know why, everyone came to ask me this sentence tonight. Don't I seem to be a person who keeps promises?"

Zhan Zhao said seriously: "Mr. Liu has been persuading you for a long time just now, it is really for the sake of your lifelong destiny. But this kind of secret, he doesn't know. You spent a lot of words and thoughts in the flower hall tonight. In my opinion, it is just to seduce you. The King of Xiangyang took you into the mansion. Now, if you wish...it's just that the mansion of the King of Xiangyang is unpredictable, crouching tiger, hidden dragon, it's definitely not a good place. You...what are your plans?"

Qingcheng's voice returned to ice-cold again: "What are my plans, and what does it have to do with you?"

Zhan Zhao stared at her, and said: "If the girl has any resentment and pain in her heart, you might as well tell me. If I can do what I can, I will definitely help the girl."

Qingcheng just said indifferently: "Bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, you can't help me, and I can't help you either."

Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice: "Why is the girl so determined? Maybe we are strangers at the moment, but in the end we will reach the same goal by different routes."

Qingcheng said slowly: "What I want to walk is destined to be a solitary path. Although the world is big, there will never be anyone who will go the same way as me. You don't have to waste your thoughts in vain."

The sad meaning in these words is heartbreaking to think about.But she said calmly, without even a trace of compassion.

Lonely and lingering, independent of the world, the scene of the evening mirror does not need to be hurt.

The bright moon lives in the crow, and the leakage will be disabled.

Facing her answer like this, Zhan Zhao hesitated to speak, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

At this moment, he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't even tell her his name. Even if he helped her wholeheartedly, how could he win her trust?

Qingcheng smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand to push the half-open window open.

The tender moon is like water, projecting all her loneliness on Zhan Zhao behind her.

Qingcheng didn't look back: "If you have anything else you want to ask, you might as well just say it."

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, and said, "You should have been visiting Xiangyang Palace for a long time?"

Qingcheng replied indifferently: "It's not too long."

Zhan Zhao asked, "Where is the prisoner in the palace?"

Qingcheng said: "In the southeast corner of the Wangfu, there is a double-span courtyard. That is where the king of Xiangyang was imprisoned."

Seeing that she knew everything about it, Zhan Zhao asked anxiously, "In this way, you must have already explored the prison cell? Can you see who is imprisoned in it?"

Qingcheng turned around, seeing Zhan Zhao's face full of concern and anxiety, she couldn't help but move in her heart: "What are you looking for, but two young men with dark faces and thin bodies?"

Zhan Zhao was both surprised and delighted: "Are they all still alive?"

Qingcheng said leisurely: "This... I can't say for sure."

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback, and said in a deep voice, "This is a matter of life and death, if the girl can tell the truth, I will be very grateful."

Qingcheng said indifferently: "Everything around me is human life. If I tell you the truth about everything, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it until dawn."

She has an extraordinary temperament, detached from the world, but she is not weak in official accents.

Zhan Zhao secretly sighed in his heart, and could only say: "If the girl has any requirements for this subordinate, please make it clear."

Qingcheng raised her slender eyebrows, looked straight at Zhan Zhao, and did not allow him to dodge any longer: "I only ask you, who are you?"

Zhan Zhao looked deeply into her eyes: "Who am I? Is it so important to the girl?"

Qingcheng said: "Who are you, I didn't care at first...it's just..." He lowered his eyebrows and looked at his right hand: "Whose hand is Zhanlu holding, but I want to know."

Zhan Zhao stared at her, raised his arms and raised the Zhanlu sword in front of him: "Young lady and this sword seem to have a lot to do with each other?"

Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Are I asking you, or are you asking me?"

Zhan Zhao said: "If the girl must explain her identity, at least she should give me a reason."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Qingcheng slowly shook her head, and suddenly sighed softly: "Okay, I will give you a reason."

She was standing in front of the window, and while she was talking, her figure flashed past Zhan Zhao, she stretched out her hand to touch the pillow on the bamboo couch, swung her sleeves back, and there was a long sword in her hand.

The scabbard was held in her slender palm, and the hilt pointed directly in front of Zhan Zhao.Although the long sword is not out of its sheath, the hilt of the scabbard is the same as the Zhanlu sword in Zhan Zhao's hand, but upon closer inspection, it looks a little thinner.

Zhan Zhao lost his voice: "This...could it be...?"

Qingcheng said slowly: "In the past, when Ou Ye forged swords, because of the spirit of heaven, he knew his skillful tricks and punished him five times. The first is called Victory, the second is called Juque, the third is called Fish Intestine, the fourth is called Zhanlu, and the fifth is called Chunjun."

With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his palm let out a long moan, revealing a gloomy and cold snow blade like a deep pool.The sword body is trembling in the sheath, and the green flowers are burning like a hibiscus, and the stars are walking together.

Zhan Zhao moved and said, "It really is Chunjun!"

His right arm trembled, and Zhan Lu slipped out of the scabbard amidst the brilliant sunlight.The chants of the two swords converged in one place, and the clearness was longer and longer, and it lasted for a long time.

As soon as you leave the golden box, you fly and sink and lose your way.

Thousands of years have passed, hundreds of generations have returned, the situation is changing, chaos and harmony, and they talk to each other one by one in the intertwining of rhyme and rhyme.It's evil, it's not evil, this reunion, I only hope that we will never say goodbye.

It's a pity that Jianfeng has intentions, but the situation is unpredictable.

With a sound of Canglang, the two swords were sheathed at the same time, and the sound of singing together stopped abruptly.

Zhan Zhao sighed: "Unexpectedly, these two famous swords of Ouye are finally reunited tonight."

Qingcheng said slowly: "Chunjun's master will somewhat care about Zhanlu's return. Is this reason good enough for you?"

Zhan Zhao was silent for a long while, then slowly said: "I am the fourth-rank guard of Kaifeng Mansion with a knife to guard Zhan Zhao. He was ordered to investigate and deal with confidential cases, and I asked the girl to keep a secret for Zhan."

Zhan is famous all over the world, if a stranger hears that the person in front of him is him, he will definitely be surprised.But Qingcheng stayed away from the Central Plains since childhood, and has never heard of his name.This time I came all the way to Xiangyang, although I have heard some stories about the Seven Sons of Kaifeng, but I didn't take it seriously.She recited the name silently twice in her heart: "Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao...he has Kunlun swordsmanship and is a descendant of Zhanlu. Why is he not a Taoist priest, but an official?"

Seeing that Qingcheng was not touched by his identity, Zhan Zhao just meditated quietly. Although it was strange, he didn't have time to think about it, and said seriously: "Zhan has already revealed his identity to the girl, and asked the girl to explain the situation of the two prisoners. Tell Zhan."

Qingcheng came back to his senses, and thought in his heart: "The big plan has not been achieved, why should I bother with side effects at this time? Why don't I just send him away, it would be easier."

Thinking about this, he said to Zhan Zhao: "Five days ago, when I visited Xiangyang Palace at night, I saw these two people through the window. They were injured, but they were still alive. As for what is going on now, I don't know."

When Zhan Zhao heard this, joy flashed in his eyes.Qingcheng's heart moved, and he said: "There are four guards guarding each courtyard of the prison. The shift is changed every two hours. There are two red marks on the sleeve of the leading guard, and the key to the cell is on him."

She walked slowly in front of Zhan Zhao: "If you want to rescue those two people, you must ask for help. In any case, it's too late tonight."

Zhan Zhao thought about it carefully, and bowed to Qingcheng: "Thank you, Miss Qingcheng, for your guidance."

Qingcheng turned sideways and refused: "I didn't help Mr. Zhan with anything. Tianxiang Pavilion never keeps guests, Mr. Zhan, please go back. From then on, there will be no relationship between Qingcheng and Mr. Zhan."

Zhan Zhao saw that her attitude was extremely cold and alienated, and knew that it was difficult to make any further progress.There are so many things going on right now, I have to go back and discuss with Ouyang Chun before making any plans.

He turned around silently, picked up the paper umbrella that was placed by the window, and placed it next to the sky silk on the table—it was the umbrella that fell in Fengxian Temple yesterday.

He seemed to be full of words, but in the end it was just a long sigh. "The road ahead is difficult, and the wind and rain are uncertain. Miss, please take care of yourself." Then he jumped out of the window, swept to the roof of the pavilion, and went west.

The night sky, which was already clear and bright, was covered by a layer of dark clouds at some point, and the stars and the moon disappeared.

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