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

The land after the cloud cover is covered by the boundless snow, and the sun is throwing bright light to its heart's content. In the wilderness where the snow has just started, the unique tranquility and serenity of the plateau is echoing. They floated down from the sky one after another, and in an instant, the dark sky merged with the sea of ​​snow, and everything was invisible.

Su Duwei stood in front of the window and looked at the vast white snowflakes slowly falling. The huge white in the vast snow-flying city left scarlet traces while covering up all the disputes and confrontations.

Such a snowy day is the most suitable for killing people. After one night, all traces will be covered in dust.

In the early morning, the snow was clear and the sky was fine. The snow-covered branches of the mansion were broken all over the place, only the red plums were blooming in the wind, and the scent was fragrant. Duwei wore a sea-blue light tunic skirt wrapped in rabbit velvet cloak with scattered black silk decorations and stood aside holding a paper umbrella. The plain silver hairpin and bells in her hair were ringing crisply and melodiously, which also symbolized the breath of death.

Standing in front of the gate of the mansion, she glanced at the bright red snow inside, nodded slightly to signal that the corpse should be disposed of as soon as possible, covered her nose and walked away.

"Miss Su." The spy cupped his hands towards her, "Our people found traces of Yu Wenyue and Miss Chu in Kongsang Mountain."

"Kongsang Mountain?" Su Duwei frowned slightly, wondering and worried, "They're going to Daliang."

The spy nodded, and said: "Miss Chu's arrest warrants are posted everywhere now. Apart from the Da Wei chasing soldiers and the government, there are also many Jianghu sects who rely on bounties for a living, including... the death camp."

Su Duwei rubbed his temples slightly to relieve his headache, but felt that this matter was getting more and more interesting. His fingers lightly touched his vermilion lips, and his smile gradually appeared, and he said, "I heard that it's the first kill assessment in the death camp recently. It seems that Ah Chu was passed Rise up and attack."

"Girl, what shall we do then?"

"Now that the Great Wei's chasing soldiers have come to the city and descended to the secret mansion, there are not so many people to look for them. Let our people withdraw to Yanbei and wait for dispatch."

The spy clapped his hands and quickly disappeared into the snow.

In winter, the willow trees covered with frost and snow outside the window are full of tree hangings, and a round of orange-red sunlight rises from the horizon. The warm sunlight shines in through the window glass, coating the earth shrouded in mist. Sunshine, although the thick hoarfrost in winter covers the red walls and black tiles, dyed with strands of yellow light that dispels the foggy and frosty morning.

When Su Duwei returned home after finishing his work, he saw Yan Xun was practicing archery in the mansion. The man in Chinese clothes and body bent bow and archery was still no problem. He squinted his eyes and aimed at the target string and shot three arrows that hit the red dot accurately.

"Are you back?" Yan Xun looked at Su Du and smiled, picked up a bow and handed it to Su Duwei, "Come and try?"

The woman took the cloak and flexed her muscles and bones, bent over and held the bow, tightly clasped the bowstring with both fingers to firmly control the arrow on the string, and loosened her fingers slightly. The arrow aimed at the red heart and shot down Yan Xun's three arrows just now. Su Du nodded slightly and smiled: "How is it?" ? Take it?"

Yan Xun scratched his hair and shrugged his shoulders and had no choice but to give in. Seeing Su Duwei so relaxed, he was in a good mood and felt a lot more relieved. Since she fell ill that time, she always felt that Su Duwei had changed a lot, and it was rare to see her really. Had a good laugh.

Yan Xun danced the archery again, panting heavily, sitting in the shade of the pavilion to rest, the winter sun was very dazzling, Yan Xun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his old clothes had already begun to be scratched, and the patches were cracked again, The unthreaded fabric drooped despondently with its thread ends.

"I said what about your clothes, Your Highness..." Su Duwei came over with a pot of tea and turned his head to look at Yan Xun's creaking button.

Yan Xun suddenly raised his head. The woman's teasing words made him blushed and his mind went blank. He obviously had a reason to refute it, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He opened his mouth and made Su Du smile happily. It's not good to disobey her interest, but the dignified Yanbei King is embarrassed in front of a little girl.

Yan Xun fretfully tugged at the long threads he was dragging, the flimsy fabric snapped apart, his stiff arms stopped in mid-air and stared at himself, revealing a patch of skin.

"Your Highness, are your clothes torn?"

Su Duwei put the cloak on Yan Xun's body, Yan Xun raised his head and followed the snowy light to see clearly the woman in front of him, his pupils contracted for a while, met the woman's watery and soft eyes, hooked his lips and smiled, and put on the cloak.

Su Duwei poured two cups of tea and placed them in front of Yan Xun. The worn-out enamel teacups, whose totems could no longer be seen, shone dazzlingly in the sun. The exhaustion in the middle of the day is relieved one or two.

The morning light at noon lazily climbs Xiuli Mountain, warmly shining on this quiet land, and the snow that has fallen all night gradually melts, and the ice under the Daiwa drips and falls dully into the snow.

"Duwei, have you ever been on the front line to fight?" Yan Xun raised his eyes to look at him, "I used to hear that in the drama books, it is said that fighting is to fight back and forth with a knife and a bow. It sounds quite exciting."

Su Du took it with a slight smile, drinking tea by himself.

The days of the continuous winter are very short, the dark blue curtain covers the sky and covers the sun, and the white clouds are floating and floating, and they are covered by the blue.

"I used to know that the battlefield is ruthless, but I also have a heart of serving the country. Later, I realized that maybe ten lives are not enough to die under the hail of bullets."

Su Duwei lowered her eyebrows and smiled lightly, the faint scent of tea and white smoke dimmed her eyes.

"Are you scared?" Yan Xun tilted his head to look at Su Du with a slight smile, and raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose.

She shook her head and looked up at the sky, "If I die in battle in the future, you must remember me."

Yan Xun met those familiar eyes again, even though the alarm clock was in chaos, he could still feel the sonorous brewing of the woman and the unconcealable fear.

Su Duwei really cherished his life, cherished his life.

Su Duwei took out a sewing box and sewed crookedly on Yan Xun's old clothes. She had learned how to capture archery knives and concealed weapons in the secret mansion for so many years, but no one taught her how to be a female celebrity. Soon Yan Xun's clothes became more A curved martial art.

Even if it is not good-looking, Yan Xun still likes it very much.

"This dress was given to me by my mother when I opened the government office and built a mansion. After wearing it for many years, I have never been willing to change it." Yan Xun touched the crooked patch and smiled. The buttons were put on accommodatingly for fear that they would be torn open again.

"You are nostalgic." Su Duwei put the sewing box back, looked up and saw the spies walking in from outside the mansion and bowing their hands to the two.

"I have seen Your Highness, Miss Su. The Ouyang family's child has been found and hidden in a caravan."

Su Duwei frowned slightly, thinking that the children of Ouyang's family were probably with Chu Qiao and Yu Wenyue, she clenched the corners of her clothes and turned her head to see Yan Xun's face, pursing her lips in silence.

"Oh? Really." Yan Xun took a sip of tea, "Let's go and have a look, Duwei, let's go together."

"Yes."

......

A few street trees stand tall in the night, and their open branches stand under the moonlight and starry night sky like the claws of a devil. The thin pine snow hangs down on the branches, and a few fireflies fall on the dark and high branches like dots. spark.

The camp was stationed in an open space, filled with assassins from the secret residence and accompanying guards. Yan Xun was discussing with Su Duwei, Cheng Yuan, Fengmian, and Ah Jing about dealing with Liu Xi, when they suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside the tent. Come.

Su Duwei leaned over, picked up the teacup, folded his arms, and took a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat. The aroma of the tea lingered for a long time. He raised his head and drank the teacup on the table. Move to check the situation in front of the account.

"Liu Xi! You traitor! Get out! I'm going to kill you!"

The familiar voice echoed in Yan Xun's ears, and the voice that haunted him reappeared in his ears for a long time. His pupils dilated slightly, and he put on a black cloak to cover half of his handsome face, and sat in the chief seat, unable to make a sound.

Su Duwei signaled for the killer to surround them and try to force them to leave. The white-skinned woman in a red cloak stood guard in front of the camp with her head lowered and her sword in hand.

Yan Xun, who was on the main seat, lowered his eyes and couldn't hide his shame, and said in a calm voice, "Let them go."

"Our lord let you go! Give you half an hour! Get lost!"

Su Duwei turned her face to the side and glanced at Yan Xun who was seated in the corner of her eye. The man's face was full of sorrow and tears were shining in his eyes.

There was a little rain in the gloomy sky, and the raindrops fell from the sky to the ground. The cold wind blew through the woods behind the camp, and the dense leaves whistled and rattled with the strong wind.

"Report! Wei Shuye is leading the army to come here."

Yan Xun raised his head slightly, the orange candlelight evened out his usually tough edges, his sharp eyes were covered with a ray of fatigue, he got up slowly and said, "Retreat in two ways, Cheng Yuan and Duwei, you go first."

"Your Highness!" Cheng Yuan followed Yan Xun and said, "Your Highness, we can't make you wait any longer!"

Su Duwei thought about it left and right, got up, knelt down on one knee and cupped his hands, and said, "Your Highness, we don't have much time, so you can't take this risk. If Your Highness trusts Duwei, let me stay, and definitely bring Ah Chu back to Yanbei."

Yan Xun nodded and agreed, "Then let's go."

Su Duwei led the people to find the place where Chu Qiao escaped according to the secret report provided by the spies, and ordered them to lurk behind the reeds behind the forest and wait for the situation. Among the reeds as tall as a man.

She roughly observed that Wei Shuye's men and horses were only a dozen or so people, but if they attacked Chu Qiao in groups, they would definitely die without a place to die. She saw Wei Shuye's men and horses attacking Chu Qiao fiercely with swords and Chu Qiao was powerless to resist alone.

"Miss Su, shall we..."

Su Du slightly raised his hand to signal silence, and watched the situation quietly through the reed, and saw that the people and horses had forced Chu Qiao to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way to escape. Suddenly, Chu Qiao jumped off the cliff and disappeared. in sight.

"Let's withdraw." Su Du breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled with his lips curled up.

......

It's hard for Chu Qiao to jump down like this and Wei Shuyou's hatred. When Yu Wenyue came back, Wei Shuyou had already said that Chu Qiao was buried on the cliff.

"My lord, our people have found out that the bodyguard that you and Xing'er were in that day was indeed employed by Liu Xi of the Xianyang Chamber of Commerce, but they were killed before they set off, as well as Cheng Yuan, Yan Xun, and the Yanbei Secret Mansion. Everyone has appeared in Xianyang." Yue Qi reported the situation one by one, "The person who pretended to be Liu Xi in the tent that day was Yan Xun's son, after that day they all left, and they probably returned to Yanbei gone."

Yu Wenyue stood in front of the window meditating, her expression cold and uninterested, he was worried whether Chu Qiao was safe or not and whether she was injured.

"The cliff that Wei Shuyou talked about, have you seen it?"

Yue Qi nodded: "I've seen it, but I didn't find the body, so Xing'er is probably still alive."

Yu Wenyue breathed a sigh of relief and nodded lightly, twitching the corners of her mouth.

"My lord, there is something I have to say." Yue Qi cupped his hands and bowed his head, "I know you like Miss Xing'er, but it's different now than in the past, she has already made a choice, you are the general of the Great Wei and she is the traitor of Yanbei , between you is destined to be impossible."

Yu Wenyue raised her eyes to look at Yue Qi, chuckled a few times and asked, "What about you and Su Duwei? She also made a choice, can you let it go?"

At that moment, Yue Qiyi coughed a few times to relieve the helplessness in her heart, and said: "We are also destined to be strangers, but don't you think about your own future?"

"Yan Xun is gone, if I don't save her, who will save her?" Yu Wenyue sighed and shook her head, "I believe you will do the same."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenyue pushed the door open and left the room.

On a sunny day, the wind blows gently, and the crabapple tree above the head leaks a few beams of sunlight like melting honey, slowly flowing in the warm air in the afternoon, and the whirling red flowers are swaying and occasionally fluttering for a shower of flowers, The mist like cicada wings floats from the mountain stream beside the courtyard and shuttles between the eyebrows of the forest.

"Walking camp?" Su Duwei bit his pen and thought about it, and frowned at Xu Qingshan, "Zhan Ziyu, the boss of Xianyang's largest water transportation gang, is the steward of the dead camp, and I, Yanbei Secret Mansion, can't be regarded as a half." How can an old Jianghu not know about the camp?"

"I heard that Miss Chu was assassinated and poisoned by a killer in the past life camp. The poison can only be cured by the past life camp. When she developed abdominal cramps, life would be worse than death." Xu Qingshan said carefully, "I think Yu Wenyue will definitely go. Find trouble in the afterlife camp."

What Su Duwei cared about was not the secrets of the death camp but Chu Qiao's life. Chu Qiao made Yan Xun hesitate every day, so how could she not care.With her slender hands, she tightly held the words she just wrote, crumpled them into a ball of paper and threw it into the charcoal basin, half leaning on her body, watching the black charcoal and sparks splashing and devouring the paper ball.

"We can't let her go back to Yanbei alive, absolutely not!"

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Update early today hahahaha!This chapter should be regarded as the first time Yan Xun and Duwei posted such sweet candy!Is there that sweet feeling like the daily life of ordinary young couples?Hahahaha I really like this kind of joke that looks simple but is very sweet.

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