Twilight Cloud Returns

"Wu Zhiqiu, Wu Zhiqiu!"

It was Su Heyue's anxious shout that brought him back to his senses, "What are you doing in a daze! Help me help Mr. Qing onto the bed."

"Yes!" Wu Zhiqiu hugged the weak Wuqing onto the bed, and Su Heyue carefully covered the quilt.

As soon as she turned around, she saw the tiger-pattern pendant lying on the wooden board, picked it up curiously, and said unintentionally, "This texture feels like Xiongnu's water-pattern jade..."

There were other soldiers in the wing room, and Wu Zhiqiu's eyes flashed brightly, and he interrupted Su Heyue: "Second, it's getting late. You have to go on the road tomorrow, please rest early. Mr. Qing was just received I was frightened, so I had to take a good rest..."

Su Heyue put the jade pendant in Wuqing's hands, but didn't care about it, and left after apologizing for the assassination tonight.

Only then did Wu Zhiqiu let out a long sigh of relief.

After everyone retreated, Wuqing lay on the bed tossing and turning, still unable to understand the assassin tonight.

According to common sense, he has already fallen into the hands of the Huns, and his life or death is up to them. Why do people still do this useless work to end his life in advance?

Thinking of this, Wuqing gradually fell into a drowsy sleep...

The next day, before dawn, Wuqing followed them on their way to Guyong City.

The further north we go, the colder it becomes.

Wuqing only felt that the cold syndrome of these years seemed to be stimulated, and it was all due to the mental strength that could wait until the knowledge was returned.

His body was getting worse and worse, Su and Yue also noticed it.She had no choice but to keep urging her to move forward, hoping to reach Guyong City as soon as possible, and let the grassland doctor treat her.

And ever since Wu Zhiqiu saw the tiger-pattern pendant, he was more nervous than anyone else about life and death.

On the one hand, he was speeding up, and on the other hand, he sent his cronies to rush back to Guyong City to deliver news for the Lord Zi.

Master Master's regret in this life was finally found today.

They arrived at Gu Yong City before closing the customs.

And Wu Zhiqiu also received a reply letter from the master at this time.

Wu Qing originally thought that once he arrived in the capital, he would be taken directly to the prison or Shan Yu's tent for torture.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhiqiu placed them in an inconspicuous inn, and even changed all the soldiers accompanying him, blocking up the inn and prohibiting everyone from entering or leaving.

Wu Zhiqiu invited the best traveling doctor in Guyong City to treat Wuqing secretly.

Even Su and Yue didn't know what Wu Zhiqiu was planning.

For more than ten days in a row, Wuqing and Su and Yue were trapped in the inn.

Except for the three meals a day, someone comes to deliver the meals, and their activities are limited to the lobby, and they are usually not seen in person.

Under the diagnosis and treatment of the traveling doctor, Wuqing's health gradually improved, but he never heard the news of returning home.

If it was normal, Zhi Huan would desperately come to find him and rescue him.

But he has been away from Liangzhou City for nearly half a month, why is there no sign of Zhihuan...

The feeling of nostalgia is increasing day by day.

Su Heyue's situation is not much better than Wuqing's. In order to save her husband's life, she together with Wu Zhiqiu captured Young Master Qing, and I don't know if Ayao is safe now...

He should hate himself when he saw his letter of false resoluteness...

Hate is better than losing your life.

It's just that the current situation is more like Mr. Yafu's house arrest.

If it is said that China Simochun is cruel and ruthless, then Lord Yafu is even more unpredictable, and the city is extremely deep.The Xiongnu nobles are well known, so Mo Chundan became the new generation of Xiongnu king with the help of Lord Yafu.

What Su Heyue is most afraid of is not losing his life, but being used by Lord Yafu to restrain Mo Chun and become a pawn of both sides. The end will be worse than death.

There is also the innocent Young Master Qing who has been implicated. Once the Qing Young Master who is famous all over the world for his contribution to the battle dies in Guyong City, it is bound to provoke the war between the two countries again, and the people will live in dire straits.

Thinking of this, Su Heyue thought that she couldn't continue to wait needlessly, she was never one of those people on the grassland who would wait to die and accept marriage arrangements with peace of mind.

On this day, Wu Zhiqiu returned to the inn.Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Su Heyue put a scimitar on his neck, "Wu Zhiqiu, because you are Lord Yafu, I was grateful to Lord Yafu for saving my life. But what is your intention to confine Mr. Qing and me here like this!"

How can Su Heyue's skills compare to General Wu Zhiqiu?

He easily snatched Su Heyue's knife, and said politely: "Secondly, Lord Yafu is working hard to mediate with Shanyu. If you and Young Master Qing want to survive in Guyong City, please stay calm. "

Wu Zhiqiu obviously spoke official words and used them to fool the two of them.

Su Heyue refused to let go, and immediately started to fight with him.

She was second on the grassland, Wu Zhiqiu didn't dare to fight back, so he had to dodge her moves.

"Secondly, think about Wei Yao!" Wu Zhiqiu said Wei Yao's name in a hurry, and Su Heyue stopped immediately.

Wu Zhiqiu gasped, and threatened helplessly: "You are here, and Wei Yao will be unscathed in the Qinghe Garment Factory in Liangzhou City. Why do you need to go to such trouble..."

How come Su and Yue don't know?

She's just tired, bored, of being at the mercy of others again.

Is Mo Chun discussing with Master Yafu which tribal leader to betroth her to?

She remembered that she had met the leader of the Bei tribe at the grassland hunting meeting earlier, and that man was a lustful person, and he asked her to marry her back to the tribe.

But she heard that this man has countless wives and concubines, and he indulges in pleasure all the time, even the maid who serves him cannot escape the clutches of the devil.

How could she marry such an adulterer?

Thinking of the unpredictable fate, Su Heyue, who never bowed his head to show others, suddenly had difficulty calming down.

The grievances and sadness of the past few years welled up in her eyes, and she felt that she couldn't wipe away the tears no matter how hard she tried.

Wuqing saw that she was born with a proud face, and she had experienced many storms and never shed a tear.Today, Wu Zhiqiu's words of Wei Yao firmly grasped her life.

Knowing and returning, is it not his life gate?

He could only hand her a handkerchief to express his comfort.

When Wu Zhiqiu saw this scene of crying, it was not that he had never heard of the endings of those distant marriages and close relatives, and even he was a man who heard it.

But he is not the one in power, nor is he smarter than the one in power, so he can think of a better way than making peace to stabilize the Xiongnu's position on the grassland.

Wu Zhiqiu sighed, looked at the two people who were under house arrest under the order of Lord Yafu, clenched his fists, weighed it again and again, and finally said: "Second, Mr. Qing. I, Wu Zhiqiu, won the first place in the Warriors Competition , and relying on the illustrious military exploits of the tribe and Lord Yafu's promotion to the current position of general. Now Wu Zhiqiu swears here in the name of the number one warrior in the grassland that Lord Yafu will never take anyone's life if he wants to kill you The lives of the two of you. Please trust Lord Yafu, he will definitely use his strategy to protect you."

This statement is sincere, but also inconsistent.

Wuqing sat on the bench and said, "Since Lord Yafu is in such a difficult situation, why did you tie me and Juji here in the first place?"

One sentence silenced Wu Zhiqiu.

He looked at the tiger-striped pendant Wuqing was wearing around his waist, and was about to blurt out immediately.

But he always kept in mind Master Yafu's order, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Wu Zhiqiu couldn't say that he was resourceful and resourceful Wuqing, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Before pushing open the door of the inn, he still stopped, paused, and said: "Mr. Qing, if you have nothing to do, don't hang the conspicuous jade pendant on your waist. The Xiongnu is no richer than Dazhou. If you don’t mind, the young master will not be worth the loss.”

Wu Zhiqiu left an endless conversation and left.

After thinking about it again and again, Wuqing decided to put away the jade pendant.But at the same time, he noticed that the change in Wu Zhiqiu's attitude towards him seemed to have started when he accidentally dropped the tiger-pattern pendant on the night of the assassination in the desert inn.

Could it be that there is some mystery behind the tiger-striped pendant gifted to him by Senior Brother Wulu?

The night in Guyong City comes earlier than in Liangzhou City.

At the end of Haishi, a group of men in black surrounded the entire inn.And Wu Zhiqiu, who was in charge of guarding the inn, all died of poisoning.

The leader once again ordered everyone in the Hun language: "Shanyu ordered, the second one will be brought back, and the other must be killed!"

Without the obstruction of the guards, they entered unimpeded and went straight to the two-person room.

Since Wuqing left Liangzhou, he had been sleeping lightly. The sound of stepping on the wooden steps reached his ears, and he suddenly woke up.

It seems that the mysterious killer in the desert has come again.

It's just that this time he estimated wrongly, not one, but a team.

Wuqing picked up the candlestick on the table and hid behind the door, planning for the assassin to come in and hit the back of his head, then wake up Su and Yue, and escape here together.

The reckless assassin rushed into the door and was caught by Wuqing behind him.

The assassin fell to the ground.

Wuqing walked out of the room with a long sigh of relief, but was blocked by the rest of the people.

The leader was covered with a black mask, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

But these murderous eyes were exactly the same as that night in the desert.

He spoke fluent Central Plains dialect: "Last time it was your luck that you didn't take your life and let you live for a few more days. Today, I will mention your head!"

This person approached Wuqing step by step to the blind corner of the wing room.

Even if Wuqing suddenly opened up the second branch of Ren and Du, and with the martial arts of the sky, he can defeat the Huns in front of him, but he can't defeat the whole team behind him.

He was terrified.

He was afraid that he would never see Zhihuan again from now on.

Just as the scimitar was slashing towards Wuqing's head, a flaring feather fan rushed out from the outside like an arrow from the string, and the three-inch meniscus dagger protruding from the folds of the fan accurately cut through the killer's wrist.

This knife hurts the muscles and bones, and he cannot lift the knife for at least a month.

The man howled suddenly, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

Then a few people rushed in from outside the door, and sealed the throats of all the other Huns in the wing room with lightning speed.

Seeing that the mission failed again, the leader took advantage of the chaos in the wing room, clutched his bleeding wrist, jumped out the window and fled.

Yun Ying was not reconciled to the waste of half a month's hard work, "Young master, go after him!" and then disappeared into the boundless night.

Wuqing looked at the sudden situation in front of him, the person he had been thinking about day and night, was standing in front of him at this moment.

The longing for the past half month, the pain from the onset of the cold, the fear of being threatened with life, all intertwined in Wuqing at this moment.

With a sore nose, he threw himself into Yun Chuxiu's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and cried with aggrievedness like Wushuang: "You finally came to save me..."