The Yanmen of Zhousheng is like the old days without end of spring

Cangyu Mountain, Cangyu River.

Ten miles north of the mountain, there is a mountain in front and a bright hall in the middle. The water flows tortuously, and the wind gathers energy.

This place is not a place to visit mountains and rivers, but a geomantic treasure land where bones are buried.

Feng Qiao had once heard Xiao Yan mention to Zhou Shengchen by chance that if one day the great revenge was avenged, he would move the bones of his parents, wife and children to Cangyu Mountain, and would not accept the hypocritical offerings from the royal family, and would not allow them to be buried in a place where they died in vain. In the cemetery, it is adjacent to the enemy.

Sure enough, there is a new stele.

Feng Qiao got off her horse and walked forward slowly. The six steles were scattered one by one.His parents, wife, a pair of children, and a monument without words.

The grief came heavily in her heart, Feng Qiao took a deep breath, bowed down and bowed down.

Feng Qiao carefully checked the traces nearby, her brows became more and more wrinkled, Xiao Yan expected that she would definitely come to look for him, and he also expected that he might find this place, so he cleaned up the traces of his departure, Not a single footprint was left.

Is he so afraid of seeing himself?

This was the only place Feng Qiao could think of where he might have been. If he couldn't find any traces here, he could only search around aimlessly.

His trail was like a kite whose string was suddenly broken, swept away by a gust of wind and disappeared.

Feng Qiao raised her head, poured a sip of water into her bitter throat, and raised her hand to wipe away the wetness from her lips.

Didn't he want to practice asceticism? Naturally, asceticism will not go to places with beautiful mountains and clear waters. To the west is thousands of miles of yellow sand, to the north is the bitter cold grassland, here is the south, and further south... is the swamp and deep forest.

Then, continue south.

All the way to the south, Feng Qiao didn't take the official route. She went straight all her life and never deliberately speculated on other people's thoughts. This was the first time that she thought carefully about what Xiao Yan would do and where he would go. , how will he choose, what kind of path will he take.

Ascetic redemption, whether it is necessary or not, it is difficult to do it, eat and sleep in the open.For more than two months, Feng Qiao has not lived in an inn. The ruined temples, dilapidated thatched cottages along the way, and even the branches of trees that cannot cover herself are all her shelters.

She is not a delicate and expensive young lady, and her physical suffering has never overwhelmed her at all, except... I don't know if there is him in the future.

Moving forward from here, it is already close to the border of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and further south, it is no longer the territory of the Central Plains.

Feng Qiao looked at the sun, slapped off the mosquitoes that fell on her neck, jumped down from the tree, tightened her belt, led the horse, and continued on her way.

Before sunset, Feng Qiao arrived at Zangcang County. Due to the terrain and climate in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, most of the territory was rainforest swamps, followed by poisonous insects, rats and ants. There were many giant pythons and wild animals in the forest, as well as miasma poisons. Most of the water sources in the wild were poisonous, so You can only go to the city to settle down.

Feng Qiao led the horse and walked in the city, and all the passers-by around her looked sideways, not because of her pretty face, but because she looked... a bit embarrassed.

When he encountered a beast before, his jacket was torn during the hand-to-hand fight with the beast, and one of his sleeves was missing, exposing his tanned arm.It doesn't matter, there are many different races in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and because of the hot and humid climate, most of the clothes expose their chests and abdomens, and it is normal for women to show their arms and shoulders, but Fengqiao's body is not only torn clothes, but also has large blood stains, which looks more eye-catching up.

Feng Qiao randomly found an inn and walked in, "The shopkeeper, one room, one bucket of bath water."

The shopkeeper raised his head from the abacus, looked Feng Qiao up and down, and said with a strong Southern Zhou accent: "Girl, go out and walk a few steps forward, there is an inn."

"What do you mean?" Feng Qiao raised her eyebrows.

"The girl's accent is not from here." Xiaoer leaned on the stairs, looking at Fengqiao leisurely, "Our inn is the best inn in the city, and it is usually full of government officials and people from above. Make a reservation."

"What? Apart from the yamen official's house, no one else can live there?" Feng Qiao glanced at the shopkeeper.

"It's not that I can't live there, it's just the price..." The shopkeeper didn't even look at Feng Qiao anymore.

With a clang, an ingot of silver was thrown on the shopkeeper's abacus, messing up the beads of the abacus.

"Hehe, hehe," the shopkeeper put the ingot of silver into his sleeve very calmly, with a natural expression as if he had never said anything else before, "Girl, please go upstairs."

"Girl, please." The shop waiter immediately greeted Feng Qiao respectfully and went upstairs, the face of the shop owner and servant changed so quickly that it was astonishing.

"My horse is outside." Feng Qiao said as she walked.

"Don't worry, girl, I'll take you to the stables later to feed and walk, and then I'll wash you up." The waiter hurriedly answered.

"Well," Feng Qiao nodded, "and..."

"The food will be delivered to your room later, as well as the bath water. It's a little bit less expensive."

"It's work."

"Please."

After Feng Qiao had a full meal, she soaked herself in the bathtub. The fatigue and bumps of the past two months were finally relieved when she was soaked in hot water. She was so comfortable that she let out a long breath, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and slowly I closed my eyes.

She was really tired. After she closed her eyes, she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. She knew she couldn't fall asleep in the bathtub, so she tried to open her eyes.

However, something is wrong.

Feng Qiao's mind suddenly became alert, but her eyelids didn't listen, and she couldn't open them no matter what.Feng Qiao gritted her teeth fiercely, a bloody smell came from her mouth, and the sharp pain on the tip of her tongue made her sanity a little clearer. She opened her eyes forcefully, supported the edge of the bathtub with both hands, and picked up the screen with one hand amidst the sound of splashing water. The black robe wrapped around his body.

The feeling of sleepiness struck again, Feng Qiao only felt that the area around her eyes was dark, and the black halo was getting bigger and bigger, and the light in front of her eyes was getting darker and darker.Feng Qiao threw herself forward, and rolled onto the ground together with the tea set on the table. The tea cup shattered, Feng Qiao picked up a fragment, and swiped hard on her arm.

In exchange for a bit of sobriety from the pain, Feng Qiao's vision became clear again. She sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, feeling weak all over.

Feng Qiao knew that she had fallen for the way of this inn, she had no other choice right now, she had to leave here immediately.She braced herself against the wall and stood up, her movements suddenly stopped, and there was a slight sound of footsteps from the stairs outside the guest room. She must have knocked over the table by herself, making the outsiders think that she had succeeded.

Feng Qiao quickly picked up the dagger, pushed the window, and turned out.

"Girl, girl, the little one is here to collect the dishes." The door of the guest room was knocked lightly a few times.

"What nonsense!"

Following the shopkeeper's impatient voice, the door was kicked open with a bang, and the shopkeeper walked in carelessly, "After being hit by my ecstasy incense, Immortal Da Luo will have to sleep for three days... huh? Woolen cloth?"

"Shopkeeper, come and take a look!" The shop waiter exclaimed.

"Isn't it just a bank note? There's nothing to shout about." The shopkeeper came forward while scolding Xiao Er.

"No, it's not just the bank notes, but also... and this..." The waiter tremblingly raised the sign in his hand, on which there were four large characters: Nanchen Wangfu.

"Nanchen Palace? Zhou Shengchen? People from Beichen!" The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly widened.

"What should I do, shopkeeper, we've gotten into big trouble." The shop boy's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, "Look at this again..."

"Wenxuan imperial order...Prince Nanxiao?" The shopkeeper was also stunned.

"Shopkeeper, what should we do now... If this person goes to report to the official, we... we will be finished."

"Chasing!" The shopkeeper's eyes flashed ruthlessly, "I don't believe she can run out of this trap after being drugged by me!"

"Catch up, and then?" The waiter rubbed his hands uneasily, "This person's identity seems to have a lot of background."

"So what, even if there is a background, who knows how she came to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and burned the papers, she is a spy from some country who sneaked into our country. If she kills a spy, maybe we can go to the government to ask for help. A silver reward."

"Wonderful..." The waiter in the shop couldn't help but slapped his thigh when he heard what the shopkeeper said, "The shopkeeper's skills are better."

"Stop talking nonsense, take someone to arrest him, once caught, immediately..." The shopkeeper raised his hand and wiped it hard on his neck.

"Yes."

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