Xie Yun suddenly regretted running this trip. The flute was slowly turning between his slender fingers. He couldn't help asking himself, "Why are you running this trip?"

Knowing that no matter what Zhou Fei asked, he would never be able to tell the truth, but he came to see her on purpose, and provoked her to ask, he was simply fed up.

Xie Yun pondered thoughtfully for a moment, and felt that apart from being born to be beaten, there was probably only one explanation for this matter - he really expected that Zhou Fei would not be able to stop asking and caring. The illusion of "weight" in others' hearts.

This awkward and crooked mind is so easy to understand, not to mention bystanders, but even himself.

Xie Yun couldn't help laughing at himself, turned around and walked out of this warm room, he wanted to go away casually, but step by step, there was always something behind him, tempting him to look back. Xie Yun finally couldn't help but stop and look back. He saw Zhou Fei's expression was peaceful, like holding some beloved object in his arms, holding the long knife with three generations of origin, and the sleeping face attached to the murder weapon looked very strange. innocent.

Xie Yun's eyes seemed to be stung by the girl's face suddenly.

She hurriedly took him out of the dark underground prison, dragged him into waves of unresolved and recurring troubles, and made him laugh, get angry, and be speechless...

But the dust is flying all over the world, and this one of him is about to settle.

After the vigorous uproar, Zhou Fei returned to her shady mountain hut, and he still had to go back to live with Brother Baigu.

No more nostalgia.

Xie Yunbī forced himself to stop looking at Zhou Fei, and gently closed the door for her. Sky blue ripples appeared on his jacket, like fine sand entering water, and he disappeared in a few moments.

When Wen Yu came back from chasing Cao Ning, and was surprised to hear that Xie Yun was here, and if he tried to find him again, that person had already passed away without a trace.

Li Jinrong finally made time to see Zhou Fei in the evening.

Forty-eight Villages was almost a piece of land, and as soon as she came back, everyone seemed to have found their backbone, let out a sigh of relief, and fell down collectively.

Li Jinrong didn't even have time to mourn for the devastation, and then there were big and small incidents.

The people waiting for her to make up their minds have been lined up from the Elder Hall to the back mountain. She has to find out the number of casualties, arrange everyone who can walk upright, and rebuild the defense of the village. At the foot of the mountain, there is still Wen Yu and his southern army who have returned without success to settle down. The people who are implicated for no reason are waiting for the head of the forty-eight villages to show up, giving them a sense of security...

When the wind lantern gradually lit up, Li Jinrong backed away from left and right, dragged his body exhausted, and gently pushed open Zhou Fei's door.

She lit a small lamp and glanced at Zhou Fei in the dim light. Zhou Fei seemed to be startled by this movement, and wanted to wake up. She frowned unconsciously and clenched her knife handle tightly.

Li Jinrong saw clearly the knife she had obtained from nowhere, and suddenly her pupils shrank - the knife was exactly the same as the one Li Zheng used back then.

The word "inheritance" is too subtle.

Li Jinrong sat gently beside the bed, and lifted a strand of hair on Zhou Fei's forehead. Seeing that there was a scabbed scratch on her forehead, she was a little pitiful. She sighed, her eyes softened, and she gently pulled Zhou Fei up. Fei's wrist wanted to probe Zhou Fei's injury.

The pulse gate is one of the key points in a person's body. As soon as Li Jinrong's fingertips were put on it, Zhou Fei suddenly woke up with a shock.

The gentle look on the head of Li Dang's family instantly subsided, and his fingers clasped Zhou Fei's veins door tightly, and he commanded without expression: "Don't move."

Although Zhou Fei hadn't seen Li Jinrong for nearly a year, her obedience in her bones was still there, and she didn't dare to move immediately after hearing the sound.

Li Jinrong frowned suddenly, and tentatively pushed a small amount of True Qi over, but who knew that it would be rebounded immediately - Zhou Fei was in a coma from exhaustion this time, but the Kurong True Qi that was running to the extreme in her body was obtained. After a reborn tempering, he became more and more vigorous, and with a slight touch, his fangs were revealed.

"It will take a while to heal the internal injury, Ma Jili's subordinates will stay." Li Jinrong withdrew his hand and asked, "But what's the matter with your internal strength? Who did you meet outside?"

Zhou Fei eagerly wanted to know why Xie Yun had knocked her out suddenly, and where did it go, she could hardly sit still.

But the big boss couldn't help but talk about it, so he quickly explained the story of meeting Duan Jiuniang in Huarong City - of course, omitting the details of the crazy woman calling her "grandmother".

When the assassination of Cao Zhongkun failed, Duan Jiuniang cut off contact with the Forty-Eight Villages, and Li Jinrong was in a mess, so she didn't care much about Duan Jiuniang's whereabouts - what kind of person Ku Rongshou is, how many people are worthy of rivals in the world, where to use them To be taken care of by others?

But she didn't expect that she turned herself into a prison and was imprisoned for life.

Zhou Fei saw Li Jinrong thoughtful, and asked fèngcha, "Mother, that brother Xie who came back with us..."

Li Jinrong lifted her eyelids, Zhou Fei felt guilty for no apparent reason, and involuntarily looked away.

Immediately, Zhou Fei felt that she was quite inexplicable, and said to herself, "I'm fine, why am I guilty?"

So she bit her head again and met Li Jinrong's sharp gaze.

"Thank you... Big brother?" Li Jinrong gritted his teeth a little, remembering that this kid made troubles in the past is one aspect, and also knew the reason why Wen Yu turned Shushan around, the words "big brother" came out of her mouth, Zhou Fei had no idea A chill came out of nowhere.

Li Jinrong glared at her, "Do you know that he is the orphan of Prince Yide?"

"I know, Duan Wang, who runs away from home all the year round, usually wears a moustache, calls himself 'Qiansuiyou', and makes a living by selling small songs," Zhou Fei first said Xie Yunjiāo in a few words, and then turned around. Looking at Li Jinrong's face, he said tentatively, "Although... um, he was very ill when he crossed the Ximo River back then, but that was also running errands for others, and this time it is also thanks to him..."

When Zhou Fei woke up, she didn't know what troubles she had made along the way, and she thought of an outsider half-heartedly.

Li Jinrong had always been worried that Zhou Fei was a bastard with a stubborn body and a bad temper. She dared to say that if she turned her face, she would turn her face, not to mention that she would be able to marry in the future.

Who would have thought that this time, she had a solid feeling of what it means to "do not stay in the middle of a child".

Li Jinrong didn't know whether he should be relieved or depressed for a while. Several kinds of feelings went back and forth for a week, and the face of the head of Li's family was even darker than before.

Zhou Fei deftly swallowed the following words.

"He's gone." Li Jinrong said, "Wen Yu was also looking for him, but he didn't alert the sentry, and probably left from the Ximo River."

Zhou Fei: "What!"

"What are you calling?" Li Jinrong first reprimanded her, then she stood up again, walked back and forth in the room a few steps, reached out and pressed her eyebrows, and said, "The orphan of the first prince—you know what this status means. ?"

Zhou Fei: "..."

Li Jinrong: "Back then, in order to win people's hearts again when Dazhao went to the south, the banner used was 'Orthodox', and the four characters 'Zhao's orthodoxy' were the first team of the emperor. But if we talk about this, in fact, Prince Yide's one It's more reasonable than it is today. So far, Zhao Yuan has not dared to explicitly say that he will pass the throne to his son in the future."

Zhou Fei's eyes rolled around, she was thinking about something else at first glance, but she didn't listen at all.

Li Jinrong's forehead jumped "suddenly": "Zhou Fei!"

"I know," Zhou Fei said hurriedly and obediently, "I haven't thanked someone for saving my life."

Li Jinrong: "..."

For some reason, Zhou Fei didn't talk back to her with a stubborn neck, she was not used to it.

Li Jinrong was prepared to reprimand her, but seeing Zhou Fei's obedience, she couldn't help but feel haggard. It was clear that she was beating the gods, but she didn't say a word. Suddenly, she felt that her little girl had grown up. Li Jinrong's stern eyes softened unconsciously, a little relieved, but also a little at a loss: "Forget it, you should rest first, after two days, the injury will be better, and then come back to me and do something on behalf of me on the road."

Zhou Fei got up properly and sent her off.

"Really sensible." Li Jinrong thought to herself, pressed Zhou Fei's uninjured left shoulder, and walked quickly - she still had a lot of trivial matters to deal with.

The "sensible" Zhou Fei kept watching Li Jinrong until she was sure that she was far away, then she jumped up, turned around and grabbed the chūn mountain, thought about it, and put the silk cloth bag of Wu Chuchu in her arms. Like a gust of wind, she jumped out from the back courtyard wall—before she got angry, she almost slapped her feet when she landed. Zhou Fei gritted her teeth and ran furtively towards the guest room in Forty-Eight Village.

When Wu Chuchu came to Shuzhong for the first time, she was sitting in the yard in a daze, full of thoughts, when suddenly a figure passed by in the yard, making her scream on the spot.

Zhou Fei: "It's me."

Wu Chuchu patted her chest hard: "Scared me to death... How is your injury? I went to see you today, but..."

Zhou Fei didn't answer, she casually took out the silk cloth bag and stuffed it into Wu Chuchu, while jumping up on her wall and looking around.

Wu Chuchu: "...What are you talking about?"

"Looking for someone." Zhou Fei asked absently while looking at a row of small courtyards nearby and the small bamboo building on the mountain, "Are all the guest rooms here?"

Wu Chuchu raised his head, and before he had time to answer, a man entered the door and shouted, "Who is it!"

Li Yan was stimulated and worked hard. She dragged her brother to ask for advice for a long time. At first, Li Sheng tried his best to teach him, but he found out that this person was a rotten tree that could not be carved. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he threw his sleeves away and was disgusted by his brother Li Dazhuang. He was swearing and gesturing blindly when he suddenly heard a laugh. When he turned around, he found that it was Yang Jin's black charcoal.

Li Yan's new hatred and old hatred flooded into her heart together, and she immediately challenged Yang Jin without knowing what to do. Yang Jin was too lazy to pay attention to her, so she turned her head and left, Li Yan was entangled, and followed him all the way to the guest room.

It was inconvenient for Yang Jin to break into the eldest lady's yard like her, holding the Broken Wild Goose Saber and frowning to the door in case of an accident.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he met Zhou Fei's gaze.

Li Yan raised her head and said, "Sister, the wall in your own yard is not enough for you to climb, so you came here to go to the room?"

Zhou Fei ignored it. When she saw Yang Jin, a bad idea suddenly appeared in her heart.

☆、Chapter 96

"Let's go, let's go, our family doesn't open a shantang." The second shopkeeper frowned and blasted the refugees who were kneeling at the door, "I said, elders, I also look at you pitifully, but I am also a stinky villain. What can I do? Let's go, the shopkeeper's anger will come up in a while, and I won't be able to get down, you also have pity on me... Go to another house and see!"

This winter, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, which had been gaining momentum for more than three years, turned their face once again, and the war broke out. The refugees who traveled from the south to the north seemed to be ants washed by the flood, and they all came out with a "hula la".

The common people on the frontier, in the past, were under the pressure of the world, endured hardships and burdened, and carried the adults' brocade clothes and jade food on their shoulders. Grab food.

Now, they have floated to the top of the world together, like a duckweed flying with a weak foundation, nowhere to scratch, a little bit of wind and rough movement, and they have to go to the sky with the smoke and soil.

When it sinks, it floats, and when it floats, it sinks, thinking about that ants, Pepsi Baidai, don’t they all live like this?

The name of the inn is "the first one". The front yard is a small two-story restaurant, and there is a courtyard in the back. It lives up to its name. It is the most stylish in the local area. Can't rush away.

The second shopkeeper persuaded a group of people to leave, and brought a pot to add water to the guests. There were several men in black with the appearance of the escort agency sitting in the lobby, next to a flag with the name of the escort agency "Xingnan" written on it. All of them had a frosty look on their faces, surrounded by a pair of thin-skinned teenagers and young girls.

Among them, the young man had a bad face, a sick face, and occasionally coughed a few times, whether he was injured or ill. He glanced at the door, stopped Xiao Er, took out a little piece of silver, and said to him: "Even if others don't care, those old and weak women and children will be pitiful, anyway, get them something to eat, it's on my account. ."

The young man must be a young master who doesn't know the hardships, he suddenly opened his mouth, it was too late for the followers next to him to stop him, so he looked at him disapprovingly.

The girl frowned and said, "Brother!"

The shop clerk lost a smile, but didn't reach out to receive the money, he just said to the young man, "Thank you, young master - it's not that the villains don't know how to praise, it's just that the few of you who live in the store must also pass by, it can't be seen often, today I have you. Show kindness and pity them. After you leave in a few days, who will they go to? It’s more serious to urge them to find a way to survive. This battle is still going on, and it has just begun, so how will it end?”

The first time the young master of the escort went out, he was kind and never thought about the long-term, so he was stunned on the spot.

The shop clerk nodded and bowed at him, saying, "If you have something to do, please tell me again", and he was called away by other customers in a hurry.

"The traffic is busy, shoulder-to-shoulder, accumulated for decades, and once it becomes chaotic, it falls apart, as if the porcelain bottle fell to the ground.

The old storyteller opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, listening to his ears, like a rusted iron tool repeatedly scratching the broken pieces of porcelain, the inn was quiet for a while, and then the old storyteller sighed heavily, raised his head Looking around the four seats, he slapped the gavel in anger, and made a crisp "pop".

In the corner, there was a customer who had put on a thick cotton coat early, with his chin tucked into his collar, so he couldn't see his face clearly. With this gavel, he glanced thoughtfully at the shop assistant who was running up and down, put down his drink money, Pulling the collar up again, he walked away quietly.

The second shopkeeper managed to finish the lap. Seeing that there were empty tables here, he hurried to clean up, and put away a few big ones left by the customer. Who knew that when he reached out and touched it, he was startled. There was a layer of frost on the copper coins.

Two days later, several young guests were welcomed into the "First House" inn.

Walking in front were two young girls, probably sisters, arm-in-arm with each other, the older one was wearing a veil, the other was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with oval faces and big eyes, looking a little childish.

Here all day long, except for the refugees, they run around in the rivers and lakes. Pretty big girls are not common. As soon as the two of them entered the door, there were a few open and secret sights coming over, and who knew that a man with a black face followed in. , holding a domineering wild goose-winged ring knife in his hand, the man looked around, slammed the long knife in his hand, and snorted coldly, the iron ring on the back of the knife was stimulated by his internal force, and it suddenly sounded. He is endless, obviously a master of both internal and external cultivation.

No matter how good the beauty is, it is not as important as the small life. Those who peeked at it all withdrew their eyes, sat down, and only dared to glance out of the corner of their eyes.