Wu Yu

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A chill came in through the gap, sweeping across the whole body in an instant, Xie Lingyu woke up consciously, turned sideways subconsciously, but it was cold.

He opened his eyes abruptly, there was nothing around him, and the traces of someone sleeping still remained, but Yu Wen followed the cold wind and left before he woke up.

The memory of last night flashed vaguely, Xie Lingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his mind was stuck because of the hangover. He turned over and got out of bed, put on his outer robe neatly, and hurriedly walked towards General Sun's camp.

Along the way, I looked back and forth unwillingly, but the familiar tall and straight figure still didn't appear.

General Sun and Sun Qian were drinking tea in the camp when Xie Lingyu rushed in. He used to know the rules, but now he couldn't take care of them. He hurriedly saluted and asked, "General Sun, have you ever met Ah... Huai?" Jin?"

The father and son looked at each other, both stunned.

Could it be that Qingqiu Jue left without saying goodbye this time?

"This... Huaijin returned to Beijing early in the morning." General Sun hesitated as if he suddenly remembered something, "But when he left, he said that it was cold in the frontier and left some clothes for you."

The vague memory became clear, and Xie Lingyu was in a trance for a moment.

"I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow."

"When you become famous, come and marry me."

Xie Lingyu paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly, and saluted them, "It was the younger generation who was rude just now, General Sun is not to blame."

If he cared about it, he would be in a mess, and hurried over without thinking about anything, no matter what Ah Jue said, it was impossible for him to leave without saying goodbye.

General Sun waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay."

Sun Qian remained silent all this time, looking preoccupied, but he never talked much, Xie Lingyu had something in his mind and didn't care about it, so he left in a hurry.

Back at Qingqiu Jue's camp, Xie Lingyu swept his eyes and saw the baggage on the table, it was quite big, and he really didn't see it just now.

It was a white fox fur coat and a navy blue cloak. The fur was smooth and thick, just the best color. There was a thin piece of paper on top, and Xie Lingyu reached out to pick it up.

Don't forget me if you are in the capital, don't forget the agreement between you and me.

The font is strong and powerful, and a vivid little fox is painted on the signature.

Xie Lingyu's ears were red, thinking of his gaffe after drinking, he panicked with embarrassment, but he couldn't help but smiled softly, and carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into his heart.

It was as if he was a general who was going to fight in the frontier, and the "girl" who was waiting to be married on the other side of the capital was looking forward to his return home.

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Daxuan Kyoto.

After all, paper could not hold fire, and the fact that the throne was vacant was soon known by everyone, and people were panicked for a while. Even though Prime Minister Xie and Xing Shang were prestigious enough, it was inevitable that some people had other thoughts.

The news that Nanxi was going to attack Daxuan was also leaked. General Sun and others had already set off for the expedition, but there was no news of it.

When Zhonglu was in power, his methods were fierce, so he was naturally not a Mingjun. Many people chose to be wise and protect their lives. In his death, the ministers who did not dare to show their edge and did not want to work for him appeared in times of crisis, supporting the crumbling The capital of the city saved a lot of energy for Prime Minister Xie and Shangshu Xing.

A small number of "wolves, tigers and leopards" shouted loudly, and now the foreign troubles are still there, so Prime Minister Xie had no choice but to force them into prison.

All of the above are in their plan.

Those who came to the palace during the bloodbath that day were all court ministers, who were skilled enough, and most officials were immersed in their dreams.

After Hawkeye got the frontier battle report, he took off his disguise, and they used this to dig out the maggots of the imperial court, and a wave of blood was exchanged.

These years have been enough for the rot to spread underground, and to regain new life, the rotten roots must be dug up.

The common people are mixed with joy and sorrow, although heavy slaughter is unpopular, but now Daxuan has no master, it seems that every step under his feet is not solid, and everything is in chaos.

Just when Daxuan was in turmoil, Qingqiu Jue came back.

He came back from the frontier as the eldest son of Qingqiu.

The capital was in an uproar, and everyone knew that Qingqiu was gone, but at noon that day, the city gate opened wide, and Qingqiu Jue walked slowly into the market, wearing a black cloak from many years ago.

Both sides of the market were gradually crowded with people, they looked up, their eyes were flushed, the people who had sent him "away" were now welcoming him back.

Young masters and young ladies from various families came to ask questions, Qingqiu Jue was tall and straight, more dazzling than a few years ago, his phoenix eyes were long and narrow, but not cold, his warm gaze lightly swept over their faces.

The huge market is noisy, but it is very quiet at the moment, everyone seems to be overwhelmed, only a few people are whispering.

Qingqiu Jue let out a breath of turbid air slowly, and said loudly: "Everyone, Daxuan is victorious, and he will return triumphantly in a short time!"

The people were stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic.

Qingqiu Jue watched patiently for a while, then glanced around, and saw the silly old lady selling rice cakes, she was supported by someone, and they were all familiar faces, just like the prosperity many years ago.

Qingqiu Jue chuckled, pulled the reins, and when he left, he suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice, "The throne is in the air, but Qingqiu is still there."

"I will uphold Qingqiu's family precepts and choose a Mingjun for Daxuan."

He rode back alone, with no one behind him.

But there are countless people behind him, and he alone is the whole Qingqiu.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned for a while, and then they didn't know which young master shouted, his voice was unsteady but sonorous, "Welcome Qingqiu back!"

Everyone knelt down one after another, Qingqiu Jue lowered his eyes without saying a word, rode away on his horse, and shouted in unison from behind, "Welcome Qingqiu to return!"

The man riding the horse alone did not look back, the black cloak was hunting, and the nine-tailed fox at the corner of the clothes was glowing with golden light. Everyone was dazzled by the noon sun, as if they saw thousands of people riding horses behind him in a trance, Dressed in black clothes with gold patterns.

But in the blink of an eye, the figures of those people faded away, leaving only the one who walked further and further away.

"Master Qingqiu..." Someone muttered to himself and couldn't help sighing.

Qingqiu Jue rode his horse all the way to the mansion in front of the imperial palace, the place was sparsely populated, the plaque of Qingqiu Mansion was crumbling, leaving only the word Qingqiu.

He watched quietly for a long time before getting off the horse, tearing off the seal with all his strength, and carefully pushing the door open, the door made an unbearable sound, a thick layer of dust fell down, Qingqiu Jue waved his hand.

Qingqiu Mansion is very large, and every place here is a memory, he used to get up in the courtyard to practice swords in the morning, and was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall... Every time Qingqiu Jue took a step, the memory deeply buried in his heart became clearer.

"Qingqiu's family has no cowards, Huaijin, stand up."

The father held the sword in his hand and handed it to him who was beaten to the ground.

"Huaijin, don't be greedy for cold!" A Niang chased him around the house, fearing that he would freeze.

"Brother Huaijin, we have to do the same as you!" The juniors in the clan would pester him with questions, and he would hide in a tree if he got bored.

Qingqiu Jue finally stopped, knelt straight in the center, and kowtowed three times to the west.

"Father, Aunt... I'm back."

"I brought Qingqiu back, you rest in peace."

There was a wind blowing, gently caressing Qingqiu Jue's cheek, like A Niang's hand, he lowered his eyes, maintained the posture of kowtow, the crystal clear liquid seeped into the ground, someone murmured.

"Huaijin misses you..."