The Yanzhou Prefect has a nice name, called Xuan Chao, who was originally an outer disciple of Mu Yuntian Palace.

Although the Yanzhou magistrate was a court yamen, the court yamen had been useless since the four major families ruled the Central Plains. However, because Mu Yuntian Palace is a royal family, it has been set up as a prefect, and in order to facilitate jurisdiction, it has set up a prefect in addition to Langya.

After all, it is more like this prefect and a gentry. In addition to getting things sent from Mu Yuntian Palace every month, he is just a person who deals with the family affairs of the villagers in the countryside.

In the five years after Mu Yuntian Palace was burned, Mu Yuntian Palace was unable to provide any more help. It was the limit to sending some rice and flour every month. Xuan Chao had received the favors of Mu Yuntian Palace, so he naturally would not care about these things. But in order to make the people of Yanzhou live a better life, he took out all his savings.

From the outside, the red painted wooden doors in Xuan Chao's mansion were quite grand, but the courtyard was really penniless. Apart from some wild flowers growing wildly, even a stone table and bench made of granite were pawned.

Xuan Chao walked into the kitchen and washed his hands and brought a bowl of red bean porridge that he had been boiled for two hours back into the house.

The doors and windows in the house were closed, and the window paper was covered with window paper. There was only a dim candlelight in the house. His wife lived in this house, called Zhiqiong.

He took care of his wife's daily life alone, and even Shi Tou, the servant who had been following him since he was a child, was not allowed to come in.

The room was pitch black and there was a sick woman lying on the couch. The woman looked thin, with some white hair on her temples, but her face was still like a girl. She was only infected with sickness and looked not very energetic.

Xuan Chao walked to the couch and gently held Zhiqiong in his arms: "I came back a little late today, and the red bean porridge has just been cooked."

Zhiqiong leaned on Xuan Chao halfway and drank a mouthful of red bean porridge and frowned: "Why did Xuan Rong put so much sugar again today?"

Xuan Chao smiled and said, "The porridge made with wheat today tastes a little astringent. Thinking that Qiong'er doesn't like to endure hardship, I put more people. Does Qiong'er don't like it?"

Zhiqiong looked at the bowl of red bean porridge, and red dates were placed in the thick bowl of porridge. She took the red bean porridge and chuckled, "I like it." After that, she drank the bowl of red bean porridge. Xuan Chao's expression relaxed a little.

Xuan Chao took the Kong Bowl and helped Zhiqiong to sleep. He tucked the quilt for Zhiqiong: "Qiong'er took a break first, I'll wash the bowl and come back."

"Yeah." Zhiqiong seemed tired, hugged the quilt and closed his eyes slightly.

Xuan Chao walked out the door, Zhiqiong slowly opened his eyes and watched Xuan Chao's back with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

Xuan Huang, Xuan Huang, that bowl of red bean porridge has made people's hearts, and she can taste the sugar she can't help.

Xuan Chao walked back to the room and saw that Zhiqiong had fallen asleep. He looked up at the moonlight outside the window. Today was fifteen, and he knew that tonight was over.

Xuan Chao slowly picked up his sword. He rubbed the sword body repeatedly with his patched sleeves. The sword body was already shiny, but he felt that it was still unclean. It seemed that the blood stains on the sword had been soaked in, and even if the blood was not visible, the smell of blood could smell.

Xuan Chao wiped him for a long time and became irritable. He stood up and waved his sword under the moonlight to cause the leaves of the old trees in the yard to fall down.

The sword was given by Xiao Mingjing when Xuan Chao stayed in Yanzhou? The sword technique was also taught by Xiao Mingjing personally. Now this sword does not subdue monsters or eliminate evil spirits? It is used to cut out people's hearts.

Xiao Ming knows what to do under the Jingquan? Should he be very disappointed?

"Xuanhuang." The shallow female voice is like a sweet mountain spring.

The anger between Xuan Chao's eyebrows suddenly dissipated. He put away his sword and looked back at Zhiqiong: "The wind is cool at night, why are you coming out?"

Zhiqiong smiled slightly: "I feel better at this time? I've been bored for so many days, so it's good to go out for a walk."

Xuan Chao quickly put away his sword? He took out his cloak from the house and put it on Zhiqiong. The cloak of Shu Jin embroidered the crabapple with thread mixed with gold wire. This cloak is the most valuable thing in the prefectural house? If it is pawned, it would be worth a hundred taels of silver. But Xuan Chao never pawned the cloak.

Zhiqiong closed the cloak and the tip of her nose was a little red. She looked at the end that could not be shining on the moonlight and said hoarsely: "Xuanhuang, why not...you let me go back?"

Xuan Chao frowned immediately: "Qiong'er, don't say such despicable words again. I will always have a way to cure you."

Zhiqiong's nose felt sour: "Xuanhuang, you know it cannot be cured. I..."

Xuan Chao interrupted Zhiqiong and said, "I don't care what you become? I don't allow you to leave. Don't...you leave again."

Zhiqiong was crying. If she had known that this would be the case after she came back? She would never come back to find Xuan Chao.

I once knew that Qiong was the little fairy who was playing flowers in Kunlun. Once I went to Kunlun quietly and met Xuan Chao. Because of Xuan Chao, she felt that even if Kunlun was good, it would be difficult to fight against the enemy. She stayed.

Unexpectedly, birth, old age, sickness and death are common in the world. Xuan Chao devoted all his energy to the people of Yanzhou and became sick. Her spiritual power was originally weak, and to save Xuan Chao, he could only exchange his life for his life.

But Xuan Chao has only the color in this world. What can I do to exchange my life for my life?

But she didn't know that she had saved Xuan Chao and had a wish? Xuan Chao became a lonely person in this world.

Since she left, Xuan Chao seemed to be crazy. He refused to admit it or let her go. Her coffin was parked in the room where she lived for three years.

Whenever the people of Yanzhou ask the magistrate’s wife where they are, Xuan Chao always smiles: “The person is not in good health? He is sick and is in the hospital.”

What Xuan Chao and Zhiqiong didn’t expect was that one day three years later, Zhiqiong would wake up.

"Dada" knocks outside the door.

"Is it the magistrate's house?" Lu Yubao's voice sounded outside the door.

Xuan Chao sent Zhiqiong back to the room with a close sensation.

Zhiqiong saw Xuan Chao's expression and said worriedly: "What's wrong with Xuan Huang?"

Xuan Chaotan said, "I think I'm here to come so late? It must be something."

The knock outside the door started to sound again.

Xuan Chao frowned slightly?                                                                                                                            

He had never seen these people in Yanzhou and looked unusual businessmen. Since Muyun Tiangong burned down, there were few monks passing through Yanzhou, so he naturally kept more snacks.

A few days ago, four strange people dressed in Western Regions merchants also arrived in Yanzhou. He was always restless.

Since Muyun Tiangong was burned, few people who cultivate immortals have come to Yanzhou. Now that so many people have come, I am afraid they are coming to Zhiqiong.

Xuan Chao opened the door and saw Bai Luo standing in front of the mansion. His extremely cold and blue pupils looked at the mansion and then took out the suspect he had drawn casually from his sleeve: "Is this the person you are looking for?"

Xuan Chao nodded: "Yes."

Bai Luo shook the painting in his hand: "We have caught this person."
Chapter completed!