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

The sky is drawn and the gaps in the road are as imperceptible as silk. The white light shines on the wooden house in the forest in a hazy way. The snow in early spring finally falls to the ground. Stepping forward to the door of the house, the footprints in the snow are like snowflakes coming from the sky.

Standing in thin clothes, Su Duwei watched the black-clothed boy riding a steed horse disappear at the end of the mountain road while standing in the flying snow. A burst of warm tears flowed from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

I hope you are all safe and sound.

After standing for a while, he felt pain from the ice and snow, and went back to the house. He threw the cloak aside and hurriedly walked to the charcoal stove, rubbing his hands to keep warm, and dusting off the cold snow dust.

His eyes fell on the white dove by the window, and he raised his hand to untie the letter paper on his feet. The thin strip of paper was placed in the center of the desk, and his eyes quickly glanced over the few lines of writing.

Su Duwei supported his chin with one hand, holding it for a long time made his arm a little numb, and the tip of the other finger was twirling back and forth on the hair that was obviously long in front of his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the white wall, and he was calculating Some calculations are ringing.

"Miss Su." Xu Qingshan carefully closed the door and walked straight to his desk, "This Cheng Yuan is indeed old and cunning. This time their target is not Yuan Che's army, but Yu Wenyue and Miss Chu."

The woman lifted the teapot with her hands and poured a cup of hot tea for Xu Qingshan and placed it in front of her. She took a handkerchief to wipe her hands and then retracted into her sleeves. She leaned lazily on the soft pillow on the back of the chair, her red lips raised. He laughed and said, "No matter how courageous Chu Qiao is, he can't beat Cheng Yuan, an old fox. His experience is very similar to His Highness's, and only then can he gain His Highness's trust."

"That's right, now Cheng Yuan'er and other villains are controlling our Yanbei military forces to do things wrong, and His Highness doesn't care." Xu Qingshan took a sip from his teacup and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.

"In the past, I just used him to deal with Chu Qiao, but now he dares to play wild in my jurisdiction." Su Duwei rubbed his head with his fingers to ease the pain, and squinted his eyes on the burning charcoal stove .

"Isn't he forcing me to do justice for the heavens?" The woman put her hand on the knife rest beside her and grabbed the scabbard vigorously, "Let's go and meet him."

Twilight is approaching and the sun on the horizon is about to burst out, like blood staining the sky, and the remnant clouds above the sky are like blasting brocades, with a few strands of dark red wrapped around them.

The moonlight illuminates the entire street and brings a halo to the soft hair. The woman's black eyes are deep and raised to look at the high hanging full moon, sitting in the big tent, waiting for the prey to enter the urn.

"General Cheng, please stay safe."

Under the light, her face became paler and abnormal, her soft waist was bent obliquely, her eyes were curled up and her eyelashes trembled, her long hair was loosely draped on the red cloak, her fingers were twisted together at the end of her hair, her white teeth were clenched tightly on her lower lip, and she made an evil smile.

Cheng Yuan nodded and looked at Su Duwei, who was sitting on the main seat, but there was no special reaction. He stood in front of the tent, hummed and laughed a few times, stepped into the big tent, and pulled out the delicate dagger from his waist and put it on the table. Leaning halfway to look at Su Duwei.

"If I remember correctly, you are no longer in charge of the secret mansion, are you?" The man's eyes gradually became fierce with vigilance and danger in his eyes, and he asked every word, "What are you doing here?" !"

"I just feel that General Cheng is getting more and more complacent. I think he has made a great contribution?" Su Du lightly flicked his wide blue sleeves, changed his posture and smiled with his legs crossed.

Cheng Yuan scratched her head, took a step back and sat casually on the wooden chair, her waist slumped on the chair and sighed: "After taking Yu Wenyue's head, His Royal Highness's road to revenge will be smoother. Lifted."

"I have seen so many marching people in the secret mansion, but not many people admire them."

The long and narrow eyes were as cunning as a fox, and the black pupils were dull to transmit the phantom, and the woman in the red dress was even more evil. She tapped on the table and looked at the person in front of her, saying: "I have no objection to you killing Yu Wenyue, but Chu Joe's head must be taken easily by me."

"Hiss—how could I remember hearing that Miss Su had a close relationship with the Yuewei next to Yu Wenyue when she was in Chang'an?" Cheng Yuan bit back and held on to the matter, "Why, Miss Su doesn't seem to be attracted by love. Tired people."

The woman's apricot eyes watched the outline of his face, her pink lips were drawn to bewitch her, her pupils focused into his eyes, and her voice was as clear and ethereal as a feather.

"General Cheng, knowing too much is easy to get burned."

Cheng Yuan didn't take it seriously, she leaned her head back and rested on the chair and replied: "After all, women can never give up their love. Why do you have to go through the muddy water if you have Chu Qiao as a lesson from the past?"

"I'm just warning you, don't touch anyone you shouldn't touch." Su Duwei slowly got up and walked off the table to stand in front of Cheng Yuan, and immediately raised his arms and put them on the cloud cutter at his waist with palms facing outwards, "Otherwise, don't worry about it." I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, the woman flung her sleeves and left.

Cheng Yuan watched Su Duwei rush away angrily and shrugged his shoulders, but didn't pay any attention.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, even in the midst of the war, the city is still bustling with excitement, but Su Duwei’s bleakness alone is highlighted. Lianbu lightly turns into a remote alley, and the surrounding towering tile walls block part of the silver light. When I was in a trance, I was distracted by the shout of the owner of the wonton shop. I stared at the wonton stand for a moment, thinking about sitting down and resting my feet.

"A bowl of wontons."

The scene of going to the Lantern Festival with Yue Qi flashed through his mind frame by frame, his little mouth was stuffed with cakes and he could only mutter and put the cakes into his mouth, he looked up at the dazzling lanterns on both sides of the restaurant, and raised his hand to touch his hair Kong Kong's hairpin has long since lost its whereabouts.

"Girl, your wontons."

Su Duwei came back to his senses and saw the sesame oil, chopped green onions and fresh meat wontons floating in the bowl, and suddenly he had an appetite. He scooped up a wonton, let it cool down, put it on his lips to test the temperature, and then put it in his mouth. Looking at the bustling city, Su Duwei Duwei deeply felt his loneliness.

"Girl." Xu Qingshan walked behind her and leaned over to whisper something in her ear.

"Yan Xun has really made up his mind." Su Duwei let go of the spoon in his hand and dropped it on the soup, splashing the soup, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, "Let's go, go back."

He took out a few copper coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and left sadly.

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The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the earth golden, the light smoke envelops the misty lake, and the banyan trees on both sides brush off a wisp of dust.

The woman's cyan skirt is winding to outline a slender figure, her eyebrows are lightly drawn, her phoenix eyes are narrow and long, and her lips are slightly opened. She pulls out the jade flute at her waist and places it next to her lips. Her plain fingers deftly press the flute hole to flow a melodious melody, which spreads across the entire mountain along the mountain wind. Lin is melodious and long.

From a distance, Yan Xun saw a Qiluo figure stop and pause slightly, looking at the precarious petite woman by the lake, a pain flashed in his heart, he stepped closer and walked down the steps softly without interrupting her, sat aside quietly listen.

"The sound of the flute outside the Great Wall is cold, and the feeling of spring in the mountains is heavy." Su Duwei stopped the last sound and put down the flute, leaning on the railing and looking at the calm lake, he felt refreshed. It's as dark and oppressive as in the secret mansion."

"It seems that I was right to let you go." Yan Xun said in a low and hoarse voice. He was dressed in a wolf-haired coat and looked like a king. Worried, "Is your body better?"

Su Duwei nodded her head in silence, put on the cloak, wrapped it around her neck with white fox fur, tightened her hands into the cloak, looked sideways at Yan Xun, and said: "Yuan Che's army horse has arrived at Meilin Pass Now, how do you think about it?"

"I can't care so much about what Yuan Che wants." Yan Xun put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily so he lowered his voice, his wolf eyes flashed with a strange light, "This time I want Yu Wenyue's life."

"Yu Wenyue is indeed the biggest obstacle to the powerful Wei." Su Duwei did not show any worry, and Yan Xun was a little surprised by his calm tone.

Yan Xun raised his eyes to look at Su Duwei, and snorted coldly: "If Yu Wenyue dies, Yue Qi won't be able to live, so are you willing?"

"I'm not even willing to go to the Yanbei Secret Mansion, let alone a man." Su Duwei laughed maniacally, with a look of disdain in his eyes, and he gently rubbed the corner of his clothes to wipe off the dirt and dust, "Then Duwei will wait for His Highness." Return triumphantly, farewell."

Yan Xun glanced at Su Duwei's figure, raised his jaw slightly, his face was always alienated and cold, and clenched his hands tightly into fists to secretly express his unhappiness.

"Duwei, you will always miss him..."

The land of Yanbei has endured tens of thousands of years of desolation, it is thick, majestic and quiet, and now it is up to me to color it and turn it into a sad red.

Su Duwei sat in front of the table on the window sill and looked out at the Tangli tree. Although the weather was cold and her hands were too cold to hold the pen, she still held the pen tightly. When holding the pen, she stared at the paper carefully, not The fine and white fingertips directed the tip of the pen to scatter hundreds of square characters, and the characters on the paper were barely delicate and correct.

The brush in her hand paused for a moment. The woman regained her senses, loosened the brush from her hand, and made a thick stroke on the paper. She hurriedly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the charcoal stove, letting the burning charcoal burn it.

How can he be irrational to this point, is it possible that he really wants to give up Yan Xun's great cause for him?

The picturesque girl's brows are cold and dark, and her starry eyes are bottomless.There was a cold air radiating uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

"Girl." Xu Qingshan pushed the door hastily and entered, "The spies report that Yan Xun and Cheng Yuan's men have already ambushed in Xiuli Mountain, and are waiting for Yu Wenyue to come to the door."

"What are they going to do?" Su Duwei put the pen back on the inkstone, and asked with raised eyes.

Xu Qingshan gasped and swallowed her saliva before saying: "Cheng Yuan will release bait to make Yu Wenyue mistakenly think that something happened to Miss Chu, and then they will wait for Yu Wenyue to go to rescue Miss Chu and catch them all."

"This Cheng Yuan really knows how to be a human being, and really knows how to calculate." Su Duwei gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, and slapped his hand on the table hard. Since he is so ignorant, there is no point in letting him live.

"Since he wants to seek death, this girl will send him to hell."

Su Duwei raised the brim of his red hat and galloped away with a long knife in his hand.

My service should also be ended by myself.

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