Chu Qiao's Biography: The Sound of the Flute Outside the Great Wall

Su Duwei was in a coma for a day and still didn't recover. The doctor said that the heart disease still needs heart medicine, and the person who tied the bell needs to be untied.

During that long night, she thought a lot in her dreams, and the pain gripped her heart little by little. She was so painful that she was about to suffocate.

In her dream, she dreamed that she and Yue Qi met for the first time, from acquaintance to soft-hearted to falling in love, sadness slowly spread from the bottom of her heart, like a drop of black ink dripping into colorless spring water, and then slowly dyed the water black.

Her heart seems to be filled with water, and you can't hold it lightly. A little force can make her cry. Her rationality implies that she is a spy and her mission is above all else. She tells herself that she only needs to look up at the vast Yanbei. Tears from the sky will flow back into the eyes.

But Su Duwei couldn't do it.

She was emotional, emotional.

Yan Xun sat beside Su Duwei's couch and stayed with her for a whole day without going anywhere. Seeing the woman on the couch who was sleeping uncomfortably and weeping at the corners of her eyes was unavoidably unhappy. He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face and looked at Su Duwei, holding her hand, stayed by her side.

No one can hurt, no one can.

In the past three years, Yan Xun has always had a special liking for Chu Qiao, and he can't tolerate others. Chu Qiao accompanied him through the most difficult time, without any complaints and grievances. He vowed to give Chu Qiao the best. It was justifiable to let her become Princess Yan, but the appearance of Su Duwei seemed to carve up Chu Qiao's position in Yan Xun's heart a little bit.

"Duwei, you are sad for him and hurt for him, do you know that I will worry about you too."

The autumn rain is coming and the chill is coming, piles of dark gray misty clouds are low and low on the green grassland, the endless trees in the woods on Xiuli Mountain are already bare, and a gust of cool wind blows through the whirling golden osmanthus trees swaying with the wind The petals are only as big as rice grains, and the flowers are densely packed, one cluster after another, looking from a distance, it seems that the green leaves are dotted with broken gold. Under the autumn sun, the osmanthus trees full of trees are shining with golden light.

Yan Xun took a bowl of soup and walked into Su Duwei's room. As soon as he stepped across the threshold, he saw Su Duwei sitting on a wooden chair with a rag wiping the cloud-cutting knife. The shiny blade reflected the woman's unrecovered pale face. His face was expressionless and his eyes were full of indifference.He put the soup bowl in one place and raised his hand to hold Su Duwei's hand, and said to her, "Let's drink the soup first."

She nodded, said nothing, and obediently picked up the bowl and drank.

Yan Xun brushed the hair between the woman's forehead lightly with his fingers and put the blue hair behind his ears, he looked at Su Duwei who had a completely different aura now, he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and asked softly: "You have been ill for a few days and your body is not yet fully recovered. Miss Xu will take care of you in the secret mansion and take care of you for a few days."

"Yan Xun." Su Duwei raised his eyes to look at the man beside him, his bloodless lips trembled slightly and his eyes glowed, "Do you think you are very stupid?"

"I was the one who put you in danger at the beginning." Yan Xun walked up to Su Duwei and hugged her in his arms, comforting her softly, stroking her back gently, with a bitter smile, not knowing what to say, "Duwei, sorry...."

"No, I am willing to do it for you." Su Duwei wiped away her tears and lowered her head to sniff her nose. When she raised her eyes, she smiled again. She rubbed her hands to show the uneasiness in her heart, "From now on, I wouldn't be so stupid to believe in love."

Yan Xun's heart skipped a beat, he nodded to cover up his emotions, he admitted that he had the mentality of taking advantage of Su Duwei, but gradually she felt that Su Duwei was a person who understood his thoughts, and he would feel vulnerable to her When pulling.

"Duwei, I won't let you get hurt again in the future, no more."

.......

In order to protect Su Duwei, Yan Xun no longer let her go out to do dangerous missions. He only asked her to take care of the affairs of the secret mansion and send someone to keep an eye on Da Wei's movements. He also no longer appeared in front of Su Duwei. For the matter of finding Chu Qiao back, all in all, he treated her much better.

Autumn is gradually dissipating and the cold wind is blowing. Every time it is windy and rainy, the wound on Su Duwei's right arm will still be aching. Lian, God also understands the sorrow.

Yan Xun ordered Ah Jing to move some begonias and plums in the secret mansion and plant them in the mansion, so that she could look at them more comfortably, and she would not be dazzled by the bright snow even if they put a touch of beauty in the snow.

It was a season of heavy snow, and the vermilion palace walls were also stained with a touch of white.The snow outside the window kept falling, and the wind made the door creak.

"Such a scene is in line with my current state of mind."

Su Duwei's eyes turn around, and the begonias bathed in snow are so beautiful. Just separated by a window, they have both winter and spring. The crabapple flowers shyly hide under the thick oval leaves. The surface of the leaves of the crabapple is green, and it appears and disappears from time to time, which is really beautiful.The crabapple flowers are only greedy for the protection of the leaves, and are not moved. The pink and white movement seems to be silently lingering.

The red plum blossoms on the branches in front of the window are full of flowers waiting to bloom against the harsh winter. Su Duwei, under the rustling snow, stepped on the soft white, and walked to the edge of the pool. It accentuates the appearance of a person without any makeup, and the complexion is ugly, but the smiling face that was originally watery and hibiscus is so haggard, as if it will break if touched lightly, and it will never be put back together.

"One year red plum blossoms are blooming again."

Covered in silver for thousands of miles, there is a gust of east wind, and the pieces wither away with the wind. Although it is the time when the plum blossoms are blooming beautifully, I feel so desolate in my heart.The frozen red hands were still applying snowflakes involuntarily, and there was only a puddle of water in the palm of the hand for a moment.

She still remembers that year when she first arrived in Chang'an, the streets were very lively, and the city of Chang'an during the Spring Festival also smelled of wintersweet.

Su Du smiled dumbly and twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling so much pain in his heart that he couldn't help but sigh.

"Duwei, why are you standing in the snow?"

Yan Xun's voice suddenly rang in his ears, he greeted him with a smile full of joy, smiling like a flower.

"The snow all over the sky is happy, and I am the only one left alone to admire the flowers, sigh the snow and cry."

Lovesickness erodes the bones, eroding every inch of veins and liver and intestines.

"There are flowers in spring and bright moon in autumn, and clear skies in summer and snow in winter. But now I have no one else but you."

The snow doesn't stop, little dots are flying all over the sky, and the red plum blossoms are still dazzling and bright red in the snow.It's just condensed on the eyelashes, full of lovesickness, and sentimental all over the place.

"After all, fireworks are easy to be cold and short-lived."

Yan Xun raised his hand and flicked her brain and looked at Su Duwei with a smile: "When did you become so sentimental after being ill?"

Su Duwei shook his head to dispel his worries, put his arms around the cloak and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Cheng Yuan has already found the account book, and now we don't have so much time to waste on this aspect, we should settle the matter of the chamber of commerce as soon as possible." Yan Xun didn't hide anything from Su Duwei, and said, "Cheng Yuan's personality I am very clear that I am not calm enough to do things, so I think you and Fengmian will solve the affairs of the Xianyang Chamber of Commerce."

Su Duwei nodded understandingly, and said, "Okay, I'll end it as soon as possible."

"After hard work, you have to pay attention to your body." Yan Xun wrapped the cloak tightly for Su Duwei, and brushed the snow off her shoulders, "Let's do it."

Last night, the white snow and the warm sun refracted the earth, the wind blows the hakama trees and swayed, and a few rays of light warmed into the mansion. The pink flowers on the branches of the crabapple trees in the courtyard swayed with the wind, and the flowers were against the background. With crystal green leaves, the soft vines are facing the wind, the drizzle is continuous, and the hanging flowers are curling up.

Su Duwei sat in front of the desk and flipped through the account books. The window was bright and white, and the woman propped her head to flip through the pages for fear of missing something.

"Girl, Fourth Master Feng is here to pick you up."

She nodded and put the ledger back in the drawer, picked up the long knife and followed Xu Qingshan out of the mansion.

Under the name of Fengmian, there is a morning and evening building. Several pavilions and pavilions are connected with cornices and painted corners. It overlooks the misty ice lake. The scenery is excellent. There are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas. land.

Feng Mian and Su Duwei went into a private room together, in the room were sitting several elders of the chamber of commerce, Feng Mian bowed his hands to the few seated and apologized for being late.

"Fourth Master Feng came late and brought a few irrelevant people with him. Now that Fourth Master Feng's business is booming, we don't need our support."

The man in rich clothes sitting on the middle seat said a lukewarm sarcastic remark, which made Su Duwei really dislike it.

"This is Mr. Xu, right? I've heard of you for a long time."

Su Duwei lifted off the veil and put on a smoky willow-colored shirt and skirt that was dragged on the ground, wrapped in a red rabbit velvet cape, a woman with a rare soft expression and soft and pleasant words.

"Introduce yourself..."

"It's not your turn to be a woman to intervene here, and I'm not interested in your identity. I don't care about you since you are the person next to Feng Siye. What kind of wine scene is there for women!"

Su Duwei's interest was aroused, and he walked towards Mr. Xu who was in the middle seat. The middle-aged old man spoke in a distasteful manner and looked extremely disdainful. warn.

"Mr. Xu, I think it's still necessary for you to know who you are." Su Duwei's graceful and pitiful posture of Liu Ruo Fufeng is fascinating, "Because I'm afraid you don't even know how you died!"

After finishing speaking, Su Duwei pulled out a small knife from his sleeve and slashed fiercely across the neck of the seated person. The movement was smooth and coherent, and the two attendants behind him drew their knives to deal with Su Duwei, who leaned over to avoid one arm and wrapped them around the necks of the two of them with a little force. Putting the two down on the ground, the rest of the audience watched Su Duwei's actions in shock and panic.

Xu Qingshan next to him pushed the seated person down to dust off the dust and asked Su Duwei to sit down. The woman's face was calm and calm, and she stepped down from the skirt, her movements and gestures were still gentle and pleasant, without any trace of murderous toughness. Su Duwei waved her hand : "Everyone sit down, let everyone laugh."

The rest of the people in the hall looked at each other, and Mr. Ouyang's voice was trembling: "Fourth Master Feng, this is..."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Su Duwei, the head of the Yanbei Secret Mansion. I used to be a spy of the old Hou Ye and now I work for Yanbei King Yan Xun's son." The woman looked coldly at the servants, "Could it be Are you dissatisfied that His Highness did not come in person?"

"No, no, how dare you trouble Your Highness..."

"Of course you don't want His Highness to come in person." The woman poured a glass of wine and put it in front of her nose to sniff lightly, her eyes glowing with hope, "All of you sold your property and moved your family south. If His Highness comes down, wouldn't it be a dream come true for you?" Empty?"

The audience said: "Miss Su, no, no, Su is in charge. Our chamber of commerce has always been Yanbei's backing. When Mr. Wu and Brother Ouyang came back to Chang'an for the son, the chamber of commerce donated a lot of money both openly and secretly."

Su Duwei put down the wine glass and smiled, his beautiful eyes seemed to seduce people's souls, "Yes, you did a lot of credit when the prince was imprisoned in Chang'an, but you also used the name of the prince to embezzle taxes, right?" , and opened up foreign trade to collect a lot of money, and now that Yanbei is waiting for prosperity and a decisive battle with the Great Wei is imminent, everyone here is taking the common people's money and fleeing at this time, is your conscience okay?"

There was a lot of discussion in the hall and they looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

"This girl got an account book from Mrs. Liu Xi, which clearly records each of your business contacts and your personal signatures. If I accidentally publish it someday, I'm afraid it's not as simple as Yanbei asking you to trouble. "

Su Duwei's words hit the nail on the head, and Mr. Ouyang stood up and toasted: "Miss Su, calm down, as long as you give me a word... we will send all this year's tax money to the government tomorrow, how can we not support Yanbei?" What do you think?"

"Really?" Su Duwei held the account book in his hand and tapped on the table, raised his eyes slightly and said, "Are you still leaving?"

"Don't leave, don't leave, we are all here waiting for the great victory in Yanbei!"

Su Duwei nodded in satisfaction, her red lips hooked into a smile, and she raised her hand to cover her sleeve with the wine glass and drank.

Feng Mian watched Su Duwei's every move, smiled lightly, thinking.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The light of the moon falls on the trees, casting mottled black shadows. The cold wind blows and shakes the curtains and veils. The bright moon in the starry sky is very dazzling. The seemingly small stars are also inlaid on the sky.

Feng Mian and Su Duwei sat in the side room by the lake enjoying the moon and tasting tea, looking at the account books in their hands, it was considered a success to restrain this group of veterans.

"Why is there only half of this account book?" Feng Mian noticed the traces of the binding thread being torn off and frowned distressedly, "However, Miss Su, you are so frightened, these old bastards probably don't dare to mess around."

Su Duwei raised his hand and rubbed his fingers to caress the white foam on the teacup, his eyes sparkled slightly: "I guess they have no chance to rebel."

"What do you mean?" Feng Mian asked.

"The people in the secret mansion have already found out that the Wei family is also involved in this matter. If the account books are taken away, if they fall into the hands of the government, their property will be confiscated. It is better to take the initiative to attack than to sit and wait. There is no benefit in procrastinating."

Feng Mian was surprised by Su Duwei's actions, and questioned: "You do this? Your Highness agrees?"

Su Duwei raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a light smile, "You and I have been with His Highness for some years. If His Highness wants to deal with this group of people normally, why bother to let the Yanbei Secret Mansion intervene?"

The woman squeezed her wide sleeves and took a sip from the cup of tea, and said a few words.

"Yan Xun asked me to take care of it, isn't it because he wants the Secret Palace to solve this group of messes?"

Feng Mian narrowed his eyes, clenched the handle of the chair tightly in his hands, and remained silent.

"Whoever I want to die, he has to die."

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