The rain was drifting, and the canals outside the village were coming out, and the water flowed dimly.

Zhu Yeqing fell beside the canal. She wanted to clean the blood on her face, but without her hands, it was difficult for the young master to see her clean self.

In the distance, under the glimmer of morning light, an oil-paper umbrella stood outside the yard.

Yue Jiheng crossed the steps back and forth, and sometimes looked towards the direction of the county town.

"Young Master..."

Zhu Yeqing's confused eyes recovered a little bit of consciousness, and at this moment, she showed a little joy.

He lie down in the mud with bloody arms and moved towards the entrance of the village. He felt heartbroken without moving, but Zhu Yeqing did not react at all. It seemed that his body was not his own, just to be closer to the young master.

"Young Master..."

"Qing'er!"

Yue Jiheng was good at martial arts. He heard some movements from the foggy fields. He looked carefully and then quickly walked up to him.

Seeing Zhu Yeqing's miserable appearance, Yue Jiheng was shocked and his soul was scattered.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Young Master..."

Zhu Yeqing's face was washed away by the rain, and it was already white and scattered, as long as there were blood on the corners of Wu Qing's mouth.

Climbing to Yue Jiheng's feet little by little, Zhu Yeqing raised his head with the last strength, revealing a guilty look:

"I almost succeeded..."

Even when he was dying, Zhu Yeqing still felt guilty for not completing what the young master told him.

But I was satisfied to be able to look at the young master again.

Unfortunately, the rain was confused and the light was dim, and I couldn't see Yue Jiheng's face clearly when I lay on the ground.

Zhu Yeqing tried hard to get up, but she fell down.

He was covered in blood, and the maid's dress was covered with mud, like a clay man.

Yue Jiheng frowned tightly, and it was obvious that Zhu Yeqing had only one last breath and did not stretch out his white palm to support him, doing something that would win people's hearts.

"How did you escape?"

"Hei Yuwei... let me see the young master..."

Zhu Yeqing grinned, even though he was already like a ghost, his smile was not a bit ferocious. He just wanted to raise his head and take another look.

"You fool!"

Yue Jiheng was furious and naturally knew this trick of playing hard to get. He looked around in panic, as if he felt that the Black Feather Guard had already arrived around.

"No..." Zhu Yeqing shook his head with difficulty: "No one follows... Young Master... Young Master..."

The voice became a little louder, and then it quickly became smaller, until it was powerless to shout again.

In his already scattered eyes, Yue Jiheng's back was still running out.

It seemed that even God was ruthless. He threw down the oil paper umbrella and rolled around by the wind for a few times, then covered the distant back.

"Young Master..."

Zhu Yeqing, who had never cried since she was a child, used the last strength of her life to suppress the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

After a faint whisper, there was no movement outside the mountains and villages.

A greased paper umbrella and an unhuman corpse lying quietly in the wind and rain...

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On March 1st, the second year of Zhaohong.

After a night of turmoil in Qi'an County, it took two or three days of peace. In a blink of an eye, the day to meet Tie Xiao was here.

Cao Hua was not very interested in Tie Xiao’s so-called secret. After finishing this, he was the happiest place where he could go home to accompany his wife. He packed up his things early that morning and prepared to return to Beijing.

At noon, the rain became lighter, so Cao Hua carried a carriage and did not take Heiyu Guard as agreed, but only took Zhu Qufei to the Zhenyuan Escort Agency.

Han'er and others took Mrs. Jing to the official road outside the city first to wait. If things change, they can kill them in time to respond. If the situation is not good, they will be sure to escape.

As soon as Cao Hua went out, the county constable ran to the front, carrying a bloody corpse and a ragged oil-paper umbrella, ran to the front to ask what to do.

A few days ago, the bandits were in trouble, and some people from the Jianghu who were slightly injured by the Heiyu Guard escaped. They were too seriously injured and could not run far away and died. They were brought back by the inspected yamen runners.

With Cao Hua here, the magistrate of Qi'an County naturally did not dare to take action and basically asked for instructions on everything.

Cao Hua turned his head and looked at it for a few times, and recognized that the body was Zhu Yeqing.

I didn't even close my eyes when I died, and I still looked in a certain direction.

Li Bairen, who has always been careless, saw Zhu Yeqing's corpse, and his beard exploded. He carried a knife to cross the corpse, and his eyes were filled with anger without any concealment.

Even if it is a dead soldier, there is a saying that he will take care of his funeral. Not to mention taking care of his family, he must at least find a place to bury him if he has the chance.

Since there was an extra umbrella, I must have seen the master, but ended up throwing the corpse in the wilderness. Hei Yuwei felt so panicked that he felt that Zhu Yeqing was not worth it from the bottom of his heart.

Cao Hua frowned, thought about it, and just waved his hand:

"I've found a place to be buried."

"promise."

Li Bairen bit and ran away with the body in his arms.

Zhu Qufei dressed as a woman and walked in the carriage, hesitated for a little bit: "Yue Jiheng asked me to kill his brother... His brother is also a guy along the way. Brothers are killing each other, it's not surprising that they can be so ruthless..."

Cao Hua snorted faintly: "What kind of people in the martial arts world are a bunch of miscellaneous people."

Zhu Qufei pursed her lips, but she was a member of the martial arts world but did not refute it.

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The other side.

The rain fell from the eaves, and the house was filled with incense. The iron owl, wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, stood silently in the rain.

Yan Hanqing took a shower and changed her clothes, took out the armor, official sword, and token from the box.

The assembly of the big inner guard was covered with scars.

Yan Hanqing knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to Bianjing, and stroked the armored official sword that had been settled through the years, without saying anything for a long time.

In the study, Lu Pingyang was quite serious about wearing clothes for the young man.

Golden crown python robe, crown prince's uniform.

The clothes were not real, so they were somewhat different from the clothes of Prince Zhao Heng, and their work was far behind.

But you have to see who you are wearing clothes.

The beggar wears a dragon robe, but it is still a beggar.

The emperor wears fabrics and is also the emperor.

The difference is not clothing, but identity.

After dressing neatly, the young man looked at the bronze mirror and frowned:

"Looking at Cao Hua's performance over the past few days, I don't seem to remember what happened back then. Will something go wrong if I appear later?"

Yan Hanqing rubbed the imperial gold sword that was as bright as new, and sighed quietly:

"He will remember it."

“That’s right…”

The young man hesitated a little and didn't say much. He put on his clothes and got on the carriage.

Yan Hanqing was wearing armor and hanging his official sword on his waist. He no longer had the spirit of the past, and only the majesty from the army was left.

"Get up!"

"promise!"

More than a dozen iron owls lurking in the city were neatly guarding the carriages out of the city.

at the same time.

Outside Qi'an County, a thousand iron owls were wearing straw raincoats and hats, and were heading towards Zhenyuan Escort Bureau at the same time.

A little further away, densely packed crowds of people from the rivers and lakes came to Qi'an County in groups.
Chapter completed!