Seeing that the matter had been arranged, Xi Yu waved his hand to everyone and said loudly: "Everyone is separated."

After hearing this, everyone dispersed around one after another.

At this time, a commoner came over hesitantly. He was one of the people who had originally worked in the checkpoint.

He looked ashamed, lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the Western Regions, and whispered: "Prime Minister, during that time, Xiao I was blinded by lard and followed them to do something wrong. He had complained to you. But now I understand. After all, what you did is for the good of our people. Xiao I am really guilty. I hope the Prime Minister can forgive me."

After saying that, he kowtowed several times to Xi Yu with a "thump", and his forehead hit the ground made a "bang" sound, as if only in this way could he slightly relieve his regret.

Xi Yu said gently: "It is human nature to make money, but a gentleman loves money and makes it well. Since you already know your mistake, don't make it again in the future."

As he said that, he reached out to help the people and asked him to get up quickly.

Then, Xi Yu raised his voice and shouted to the people around who had not yet dissipated: "Today's business is over, everyone should go back quickly and live a life of their own."

After saying that, he took Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong and turned around and walked back.

On the other side, Linglong stood in the Huangfu courtyard. The morning light shone through the branches and leaves, falling on her body, which was still weak after recovering from a serious illness.

The mansion with carved beams and painted buildings in the past is now scattered, as if the old dream of prosperity has disappeared. Only the old gatekeeper still sticks to it and becomes the last attachment in this mansion.

She walked all the way to the gatehouse, and the old gatehouse was sitting on the threshold, staring blankly into the distance.

Linglong whispered: "Uncle, I'm leaving."

She believed that the people in Hesheri would come again sooner or later and could not stay here and wait for death.

The old concierge slowly turned his head, his eyes full of reluctance: "Madam, where can you go alone? It's not easy to live outside."

Linglong smiled miserably.

"It's better than being scared here. Uncle, don't be there, go with me."

However, the old gatekeeper shook his head firmly and patted the doorpost beside him: "Madam, this Huang Mansion has been my place for the rest of my life. Even if I do this now, I will still guard it."

Linglong's eyes were red, and she knew the old concierge's wishes.

The old gatekeeper looked at Linglong, and wanted to speak but stopped, but finally turned into a sigh.

Linglong looked around the cold and lonely Huang Mansion, and her heart was filled with emotions.

The servants took advantage of the chaos to sweep away valuable items that could be taken away, leaving only this empty house.

But a trace of confidence flashed in Linglong's eyes. She knew that there was still a secret in the mansion that had not been discovered.

The moonlight was like water, and she laid a layer of silver gauze on the courtyard, and she came to an abandoned flower house alone.

In the corner, under the pot of withered orchids, there was a loose piece of brick and stone hidden.

Lingqing moved it away with difficulty, and a dark hole was revealed, and there were a few strings of pearls, some exquisite gold hairpins and several ancient seals lying quietly.

These are all treasures of the Huang family in the past. After being hidden here, they are forgotten, and even those greedy servants have not noticed it.

In the next few days, Linglong carefully wrapped the treasures in a cloth towel, so she found an opportunity to go out as an ordinary peasant woman.

She carefully avoided the attention of others and came to a hidden pawnshop in the city.

The shopkeeper's eyes swept over these objects, and a light flashed in his eyes. Although he knew that the origin might be extraordinary, he still completed the transaction with Linglong and exchanged it for sufficient silver notes and some scattered silver. Linglong carefully sewed the money on the inside of the corner of his clothes.

Back at Huang Mansion, Linglong stood under the courtyard in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. She knew that it was time to leave.

The old concierge walked slowly, his eyes full of worry and reluctance.

"Madam, are you really going to leave? The world outside is difficult."

Linglong smiled slightly, but her eyes were firm.

"Uncle, it will be dangerous to stay here. I can't sit still and wait for death."

She took out a thick cotton coat from the bag and handed it to the old gatekeeper.

"Uncle, this cold winter is approaching, so you keep it warm. Thank you for your care."

The old doorman took it with his hands tremblingly, tears flashing in his eyes.

Linglong took a deep breath and turned around and walked past the high threshold.

Linglong stood outside the Huang Mansion Gate and looked back at the mottled vermilion gate, and felt mixed feelings.

After thinking about it, Linglong remembered that she had heard of the prosperity and lively Youzhou, and that Xi Yu had also found herself. Perhaps she could have a glimmer of life when she went there and could find Xi Yu's protection.

After a certain idea, she found a carriage and hired a simple carriage.

The coachman was a honest middle-aged man. He raised his horse whip and asked, "Girl, this journey is not close. What are you going to Youzhou?"

Linglong lowered her eyes slightly and said softly: "Go and find an old friend."

The coachman didn't ask much, shouted, and the carriage slowly started.

Linglong sat in the car, and in the bumpy state, she grabbed the bag beside her, containing clothes and dry food.

The scenery outside the car windows is constantly changing, and it gradually drives from familiar streets to unfamiliar suburbs.

In her heart, she was both nervous about the unknown and a little expectation for the future.

The drizzle was as soft as silk, falling quietly. Before I knew it, the carriage she was riding in slowly drove into a quiet village - Wang Haipeng's.

The coachman tied the reins and turned to Linglong in the car and said, "Girl, I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while. We have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Linglong lifted up a corner of the car curtain, looked at the village covered by the rain, and nodded slightly and replied: "Then let's borrow a roof from a family."

The coachman jumped out of the carriage and led his horse to search in the village. Soon after, he stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The coachman stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker.

After a while, the gate of the courtyard opened and Wang Haipeng poked his head out.

He looked at the uninvited guest outside the door with confusion.

The coachman hurriedly gave up his smile to explain his purpose. Wang Haipeng looked at the carriage behind and Linglong inside the car. He hesitated for a moment, and still turned sideways and let them into the yard.

Linglong got out of the car and walked into the yard. The rain fell along her hair.

She thanked Wang Haipeng slightly, and Wang Haipeng scratched his head and said uncomfortablely: "You don't have to be polite girl. It's raining heavily, let's go into the house first."

The two of them were about to step in, but they suddenly stopped. There were many soldiers wearing armor in the yard, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The coachman looked alert and whispered to Linglong: "Girl, what's going on?"

Linglong was also full of doubts and her eyes were circling on the soldiers.

Wang Haipeng noticed the strangeness of the two, hurriedly looked at the soldiers, with a question in his eyes, as if he was silently asking whether he would tell the girl about their identities.

At this time, a soldier stepped forward and said with a calm expression: "We are soldiers from the Youzhou border crossing, and we have some official duties here."

Linglong was slightly stunned, then showed a gentle smile and greeted him softly: "Hello, Jun, this heavy rainy day has disturbed you."

The soldiers nodded and looked back, but their eyes were still a little scrutinized.

Linglong's eyes inadvertently swept towards Wang Hu on the side. Wang Hu seemed to know what she was thinking, and quickly waved his hand and said, "You don't have to look at me. I'm not a soldier, but an ordinary farmer."

The rain ticked down the eaves, breaking the brief silence. Linglong thought secretly in her heart, why did these soldiers appear in the homes of ordinary farmers? What is their so-called official business?

But she remained calm on her face, standing there quietly, waiting for what might happen next, and this unexpected rain seemed to have caused this peaceful village to be involved in an unknown storm...

Wang Haipeng pretended to be sick on the bed for a few days. In the early morning, he finally stopped pretending and sat up slowly.

Just now, a soldier frowned and asked, "The robber came that day and kept saying that there was treasure in your home. What was going on? You have to give me a clear word today!"

Wang Haipeng's heart tightened, his mind was running rapidly, thinking about how to answer to get away from it, suddenly, a knock on the door sounded.

The shouts of the coachman and the delicate and gentle inquiry came from outside the door.

The sudden knock on the door made the atmosphere in the house frozen instantly. A trace of gratitude flashed in Wang Haipeng's eyes. He hurriedly made a gesture to silence the soldiers, signaling them not to speak out for the first time.

The soldiers looked at each other, and although they were a little reluctant, they temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions.

The rain was majestic and had no intention of stopping. The raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing layers of water.

Soon, the heart-wrenching knock on the door exploded again in the wind and rain.

Wang Haipeng hurriedly held up a shaking oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the yard with the accumulated water.

The door opened, and a carriage rushed into view with the wind and rain.

Liu Xiaoyu and another soldier were wearing armor and jumped off the carriage in agile posture.

Wang Haipeng looked at Liu Xiaoyu who appeared at the door, and his heart was stormy and his eyes were full of surprise.

He clearly remembered that Liu Xiaoyu should be in the underground secret passage, so how could he appear here at this time?

Seeing Wang Haipeng's face showing shock, Liu Xiaoyu just said briefly: "All this is all, let's talk about it when you enter the house."

That unquestionable tone made Wang Haipeng come to his senses instantly.

Wang Haipeng did not dare to ask any more questions, so he quickly turned sideways and led Liu Xiaoyu and the soldiers into the house.

The rain curtain was heavy, like an endless net, covering the whole world.

Liu Xiaoyu strides into the house, with a heroic figure. The rain slid down his armor and splashes slight splashes on the ground.

Seeing this, the soldiers in the house quickly stood up and saluted him in a neat manner.

At this time, a young soldier looked suspicious and couldn't help asking: "Sir, aren't you in the secret passage? Why did he show up here?"
To be continued...