Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

He went on to say, "There is only one family in the entire Chenyi City that can afford such precious incense, but their owner likes to wield swords and sticks and doesn't like incense. As far as I know, there is a person who likes this incense and can afford it. Recently, he has arrived near Chenyi City..."

My heart was pounding. I was close to Tu Shanjing last night, and I wore his robe for a long time today. I guess I have been stained with his scent without realizing it.

Seeing that I remained silent, he smiled meaningfully and said, "How about you? Come with me?"

I thought for a moment, then bowed and said, "Your Excellency is wise and your deductions are almost correct. I really admire you. Today, I was fortunate to be saved by you. I should have been grateful to you, but I was unable to report the truth at the beginning because I was serving different masters. Now that you have discovered my plan, I only hope to make amends and present the treasures I transported. I also hope that you will show mercy and spare our lives."

Xuan nodded and said, "You are sensible. But don't try any tricks. You can't escape with so many people around. Qinglong, just let him take it."

A thin soldier stepped out of line and followed me to the carriage. I climbed into the carriage slowly, and he immediately jumped in and stood at the door, looking inside.

I walked to the back of the car where the box was placed, opened it and searched inside, muttering to myself as I searched: "Huh? This is weird, isn't it in this box? I clearly remember--"

Qinglong said impatiently: "Hurry up! Don't keep the adults waiting!"

I turned around and said with an apologetic smile, "Brother, I'm so sorry, I'm injured, my brain isn't working well, not only can't I remember clearly, I can't even lift my arms, could you please help me move the box out and have a look?"

He clicked his tongue, looked past me, and asked, "Which one?"

I said from behind him, "The one at the very inside, at the very bottom."

He bent down to reach it, but I pushed him hard and he fell out of the big hole at the back of the car.

I immediately turned around and sat in the driving position, pulled the reins and shouted, "Xiao Hong! Run!"

The chestnut horse snorted quite intelligently, raised its legs and rushed out like an arrow.

I held the reins tightly. No matter what Tu Shanjing had in his cart, whether the book was valuable or not, I couldn't let it be confiscated by Xuan!

Qinglong behind him cursed loudly and was soon left far behind.

I didn't dare look back, I just rode my horse westward along the Chishui River. All I knew was that the farther away from Chenyi City I was, the better!

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air from the big hole in the carriage behind me, and then the right side of my back felt hot, as if someone had burned it with fire, and then a heavy pain spread.

Xuanxuan's voice sounded from far behind him, getting closer and closer: "If you run again, the next arrow will miss."

I gritted my teeth and pulled the reins, then slowly loosened them, tightened the left reins, and whispered, "Xiaohong, turn right!"

Xiaohong made a sharp turn while galloping and ran towards Chishui on the right.

Several arrows were shot over, but they were all blocked by the carriage on the right and nailed into the carriage board.

Not long after, I drove to the banks of the roaring Chishui River. The water was rushing and the cold steam was blowing in my face.

Xiaohong looked back at me, his big black eyes were very moist, and his eyelashes were very long. Seeing that I didn't give any instructions, he didn't stop, but ran towards the rapids with his mane flying.

The river bank was high, so it retracted its hind legs and stepped forward with its front legs, and with one sprint it sent the car flying into the air. My heart seemed to be in my throat, and I felt like I was suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, everything was like slow motion. I saw its four hooves waving in the air; I saw the box fall into the river. The books in the box that I had opened were scattered and floated on the river surface, while the box that had not been opened quickly sank into the rolling red water; I saw a bundle slowly fall down. Before leaving, Jingye used it to wrap cakes and pastries. When we were in a hurry or the food was not good, Senying, Xiaowei and I would take them out to eat. The cakes and pastries were quickly eaten up, but Xiaowei kept the bundle and refused to wash it, saying that she could take it out and smell it when she wanted to eat more; I also saw a pen fall into the water. It was Xiaohui's pen. When he was sitting in the back car, he was probably writing furiously, writing down the stories he heard on paper. I wonder if he felt sad when You and Ruiyang watched him all the way...

I closed my eyes, unwilling to look any further. The sound of wind and water was getting closer and closer. If I died here, I could go back... If possible, I wanted to see Tu Shanjing again.

I have never watched snow with him, drinking wine around the stove, watching the stars and the falling snow. His face turns slightly red when he drinks, like he is hot or shy. I can peel a round orange for him to sober up. Or when it snows, I can stay in the study and watch him paint. I can grind ink for him and watch him paint the green mountains or the bamboo he loves. If it's cold, I can put on his snow-white fur coat. He looks very noble. In fact, I have always wanted to ask him if it is made of fox fur, but I have never dared to ask.

I have never seen flowers with him, the kind that are magnificent and endless. In spring, I put on the green brocade gauze dress deep in the closet for him, and walked with him on the gravel road in the back garden of Tushan Mansion in the breeze, watching his smile more gentle than that of April, his face and peach blossoms complementing each other. After the mugwort grows, I want to make him Qingtuan, he must have never eaten it before, I don't know if he likes this sticky pastry. But even if he doesn't like it, he will eat it all silently without saying a word, and then bend his beautifully curved lips to praise me for my good cooking.

I have never been in the rain with him, but the summer sun shower. At that time, I must tell him the legend in our area that the sun shower is a fox marrying its daughter, to see what expression will appear on his face, whether he will smile and ask me if I dreamed about it. When it is not raining, we can also go to the pond to see the lotus, catch goldfish, accompany him to ride on a fox and hold the lotus leaves to the mountain to enjoy the cool, or make a few ice crystal wind chimes and hang them under the corridor, which must be very pleasant to hear when the wind blows.

I haven't watched the sea with him yet, the sparkling and gently swaying sea under the empty moonlight. On a moonlit night with few stars, I want to find some fireworks to set off by the sea. When the fireworks in the night sky illuminate his face, I want to stand beside him and watch his profile. Or in the early morning, watching the slightly pink orange sun rise from the sea level, letting the mist wet our hair and spread the first ray of sunshine in the morning. Then we sneak back to the house to change our wet shoes and socks, and then wear blankets and wait for the small kitchen to prepare dinner, and serve him the clear stewed chicken that he likes to eat in autumn to drive away the cold...