Rong Xuan

Zhao Qingjia, the owner of Yongjia County, was adopted by Zhao Li, the Eldest Princess of Sizhui, at her knees when she was still in her infancy.

When Zhao Qingjia was babbling, she secretly learned two characters from her mother. These two characters had a certain impact on her life, and these two characters were also the name of a person—— "Shen Lian".

Shen Lian was a woman, and she was also the love of her mother, Zhao Li, who had never been able to see her again until her death.

Her mother never shied away from Zhao Qingjia's youth. Zhao Qingjia knew from a young age that she was not her mother's biological child, and her mother had a pair of biological children, and she lived far away in Hezhou with that woman named Shen Lian.

Although Zhao Qingjia, who was made a princess at the age of four, has been careless since she was a child, she really has no sense of security in her heart, especially when she sleeps alone at night, if she is not accompanied by her mother, she will often stay overnight She didn't sleep all night, she didn't dare to sleep, she was always afraid that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up.

She was afraid that she would never see her mother again.

In Zhao Qingjia's memory, mother Zhao Li's eyebrows never seemed to be completely stretched, and Zhao Qingjia didn't know why.

Time flies, until the mischievous little princess in the eldest princess's mansion grows up day by day, Zhao Qingjia gradually understands how embarrassing the existence of his mother is for the court.

How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch?But this eldest princess, who could easily threaten the imperial power of the king of the dynasty, was also the sister of the emperor's mother.

In life, self-help is the only way out. The eldest princess knows best what kind of person her younger brother is, so she left a way for her daughter Zhao Qingjia to save herself - the direct command of the Guangcheng wolf soldiers.

At the age of 15, Zhao Qingjia began to help his mother with various miscellaneous affairs. Her mother's health has always been poor. Zhao Qingjia inherited her mother's mantle at the age of 17, and confronted His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace with real swords and guns.

She was chased and killed by the prince's people and an unknown force countless times, and she also escaped from the killer's blade countless times. As she grew older, her mother's health became worse and worse. It is very hard for one person to support.

Fortunately, her friend Sima Xuan, who was guarding the border in the north, secretly helped her again and again, so that she, a majestic princess, would not be forced into too much embarrassment.

Later, when her mother died of illness, the Crown Prince of the East Palace no longer had any scruples about attacking her, and the unknown force gradually surfaced following the clues - it was her uncle, the reigning emperor Zhao Yujing.

After her mother Zhao Li died of illness, in order to protect herself, Zhao Qingjia used the pretext of looking for her missing friend Feng Qingcheng, and brought her cronies to "exile" all over the world without a fixed place.

In fact, she doesn't have any deep friendship with Feng Qingcheng, but they just met a few times because of the intersection of business.

Zhao Qingjia stood on the same side with his fifth cousin Zhao Qingyuan who was far away in the Western Border Army in the tenth year of Jingchu—they were both forced to have nowhere to go by the Prince of the East Palace and Prince Baoxin Wang Zhao Qing of the Five Beads. If you don't give them a way out, they can only find a way out by themselves.

In the huge and beautiful Chang'an, in the vast border army, Zhao Qingjia and Zhao Qingyuan seemed so weak, the cousins ​​leaned together helplessly, like a leaf in the turbulent sea The boat was wobbly, any wave could beat them to pieces at any moment, leaving them dead without a place to bury them.

Fortunately, when the Hussar General Cao Zheng was there, because he couldn't bear to see Zhao Qingyuan's majestic prince being persecuted by his brothers, he used Zhao Qingyuan's military exploits to secretly give this humiliating and ambitious prince a road.

The 31 border people outside Heishan Pass have always been strong and brave. If Zhao Qingyuan has the ability to pull up a team there, the world of Chao Kingdom in the future will not fall into the chaotic situation of the [-]-year-old kings again.

Zhao Qingjia did not tell Zhao Qingyuan about her command of the Guangcheng Army. She really believed in Zhao Qingyuan after Zhao Qingyuan told her of his "great unity ambition".

Although Zhao Qingyuan is the son of Zhao Yujing, he has lived in the bottom of the world in dire straits since he was a child. The shackles of his concubine's birth are not too important.

Why is it that a Juren beat a peddler to death without being punished by the law?Because Juren belongs to the upper class, while the salesman is the lower class.

Similarly, Zhao Qingjia has also been exposed to all kinds of tragedies in the Dachao country, so she vowed to assist Zhao Qingyuan to create a truly unified world!

She ran around for this reason. At the end of the 14th year of Jingchu, she was robbed and killed by people from the Baoxin Party in Xuzhou not far from Chang'an. King Baoxin couldn't win her over, so he wanted to kill her. Sima Kun, the eldest son of Qingxu who came to Xuzhou to shoot and hunt together, was rescued by that silly boy Yuanzhi by mistake.

Oh, no, to be more precise, she was rescued by the secret guards sent by Sima Xuan to protect her younger brother by Sima Kun's side.

From then on, Sima Xuan, who was ordered by the emperor not to leave Chang'an at will, sent the No. 16 killer in the dark guard to his friend Zhao Qingjia to protect her safety.

"If you die, no one will be able to help you with many things. It will be troublesome. The dark guard will send you one to protect your life at critical times." - Sima Xuan asked the dark guard to send it to Zhao Qingjia At the end of the letter, Sima Xuan added a line of small characters crookedly: As you requested, she is tall and good-looking.

Since then, Zhao Qingjia has had a good-looking but silent assassin who looks like a mute.

Although she is the lord of a county, Zhao Qingjia really doesn't have any pretensions. When she is away from home, she often eats and lives with the guards and followers. When everyone sleeps in haystacks, she sleeps in haystacks. She eats and drinks whatever everyone eats and drinks. , never picky.

Once, they couldn't find an inn and had no dry food because they were on their way, so they had no choice but to bother the people in the nearby village. They knocked on the doors of many houses and almost alarmed the dogs in half the village. He only knocked on the door of a family living in the outermost part of the village.

There was only one half-blind old woman in this family. Hearing that Zhao Qingjia and his party were passing by, the old woman warmly welcomed them into the house.

There are only three mud houses in the family, and the fence surrounding the yard has been damaged and turned into a decoration. If it weren't for the few dried cabbages hanging in the yard, it would have looked like an abandoned house—of course, this still ignores that A wooden board that was almost broken by Han Suiwu's slaps served as the door of the house.

It is estimated that the four characters "Wengqi Shenghu" symbolize wealth to this family.

At that time, Zhao Qingjia was only accompanied by Yuan Cunyu, Han Suiwu, and a secret killer who had no sense of existence and was always looking for corners.

After entering the old woman's house, Yuan Cunyu and Han Suiwu didn't dare to enter the house for fear of scaring the old man, but the old woman didn't seem to be afraid of these two young men with knives. Suddenly, an indescribable joy and...sadness appeared on his face.

Smelling that the group had run out of dry food, the old woman took out the food at home and cooked it to entertain Zhao Qingjia—it was a pot of small and shriveled sweet potatoes, and a small half pot of wild vegetable porridge with clear soup and little water.

"Things are a bit cheap, I hope passers-by don't dislike you," the old woman was talking to Zhao Qingjia, but she squinted her eyes and tried to look out the door: "My half-blind old woman is the only one in the house. A nobleman from the Northern Army is helping...Why don't the two children come in at the door? It's already night, and it's so cold outside..."

The common people referred to the Northern Frontier Army as the Northern Army for short. As for the nobleman in the old woman’s mouth, Zhao Qingjia knew that she was referring to Sima Xuan. It was issued directly from the household department to the common people. Zhao Qingjia knew the muddy water here, and also knew that Sima Xuan had been using his own money to subsidize the orphans of the soldiers all these years.

Zhao Qingjia rubbed his nose, seeing that the old woman was not afraid of her two young men, she immediately called them in.

Yuan Cunyu and Han Suiwufu walked in from the door with their heads down, and the old woman grabbed a few hot sweet potatoes and stuffed them with them. She looked at the two with joy and sadness intertwined on her face at the same time: "Good boy, good boy!" , eat something, don't be hungry..."

It was only later that Zhao Qingjia found out that the two sons of this old woman were cavalry under the command of Sima Xuan of the Northern Frontier Army. When the two brothers died on the battlefield, they were the same age as Yuan Cunyu Han Suiwu.

The weather was getting colder and the old woman's house had nothing to keep warm, so Han Suiwu and Yuan Cunyu went outside in the dark to pick up some dead branches and wood and came back. They burned a simple charcoal basin in a broken earthen pot. A little hot.

There was only one bed in the old woman's house. At night, Zhao Qingjia, who was sleeping on the table, woke up from the cold. Yuan Cunyu and Han Suiwu sat on low stools and leaned against the corner to rest. She couldn't sleep, so she tiptoed out of the house.

I don’t know when snowflakes fell in the sky, and the surrounding area was pitch black without any light. It was completely opposite to Chang’an, which is bustling day and night. Zhao Qingjia gathered his robe, and suddenly two dogs were heard from the place where the villagers gathered in the east. bark.

Zhao Qingjia wanted to move a few steps to the corner sheltered from the wind, but suddenly a low, cold voice sounded in his ear: "It's cold outside, why did you come out?"

For some reason, Zhao Qingjia suddenly remembered that this hidden guard had only eaten a few mouthfuls of wild vegetable porridge served by the old woman since he came in. Zhao Qingjia guessed that this person was hiding here to blow the cold wind, probably because I'm too hungry to sleep.

"What are you doing hiding here?" Zhao Qingjia rubbed her aching face from the cold, and walked to the side of the hidden guard. She breathed into her hands, rubbed her hands and asked the person standing beside her: " Hey, what's your name?"

"Sixteen." The dark guard didn't explain why she was here, she just paused, and moved aside without a trace.

"I'm asking about your real name," Zhao Qingjia took advantage of the night to sniff his nose in a disfigured manner, with a nasal sound in his voice: "You are from Sima Yuanchu, and according to the habit of most people raising dead guards, Aren't you also surnamed Sima?"

"..." The dark guard holding Wuhen's waist knife in her arms didn't make a sound, she fluttered her nostrils, and smelled a vague, faint scent of vanilla in the cold air.

"Hey," Zhao Qingjia moved closer and poked Shiliu's arm with his elbow: "Let's talk, just treat it as a chat, don't always be so reserved."

Shiliu avoided Zhao Qingjia's touch, and his eyes fell on the dilapidated courtyard that was gradually covered with snow.

"It's boring," Zhao Qingjia kicked the broken dirt on the ground, and said to himself: "This time Chang'an will ask your master to bring someone else, and take you with you like a piece of wood, it's very boring. "

"..." Shiliu's calm face was obviously surprised. Fortunately, the dark night blocked her humble thoughts. She told herself that I am the best at protecting secretly among the many hidden guards under my master. One, if the master rashly replaces me, then in terms of the danger around Princess Yongjia, it would be useless to send anyone else.

"Zhan Qingjin," the forced Shiliu stammered hesitantly: "Slave to Zhan Qingjin."

Seeing that this seldom-talking person was finally willing to talk to him, Zhao Qingjia dragged his voice out and read out Shiliu's name word by word: "Zhan, Qing, Jin..."

Zhao Qingjia turned her head and smiled at the other party: "Didn't you be pushed by me, so you just made up a random name to lie to me?"

This time, Zhan Qingjin was silent again, and after a while, the inarticulate person explained with a groan, "My real name is Zhan Qingjin, and my father's surname is Zhan. When I was born, he got a new collar, so he gave it to me My name is Qingjin, really, if you don’t believe me, you can ask the prince!”

Zhao Qingjia held her belly and sneered lowly. She thought that this cold person beside her was really interesting, and she would be fooled if she teased him.

……

The black and white memories stopped suddenly, and Princess Yongjia, who was at the banquet where the cups were mixed with each other, took up the wine cup again, and all the visitors looked up and drank the strong wine offered by a silk merchant.

"My lord, you can drink a lot!" The blushing silk merchant suddenly cheered, pulling Zhao Qingjia's erratic thoughts back a little bit.

The silk merchant looked at Zhao Qingjia's half-drunk and half-awake state, raised his hand, and summoned the banquet waiter who was waiting at the side, and ordered the waiter to send Zhao Guiren to the room to rest.

Zhao Qingjia drunkenly followed the attendants to leave the banquet, if it wasn't for the beautiful clothes behind her, how could she appear to be alone.

Watching the little waiter help the staggering man walk away step by step, a sly smile gradually appeared on the silk merchant's face.

After the emperor succeeded to the throne, he carried out drastic reforms to Chao State and the imperial court. In addition to the reform of politics, military economy and people's livelihood, His Majesty also imitated the customs of the Jin State, advocated equality between men and women, and allowed women to enter the court as officials and soldiers. , Even, His Majesty the Emperor is still arguing with the cabinet and ministers whether to change the civil law to allow the people of Chao Kingdom to marry of the same sex.

Although the emperor's series of measures and proposals caused an uproar in Chao State, those old people who have passed their old age know that before the Zhao family established Chao State, when Jiangshan was still named Wei, the land of Wei State had never been Both men and women are equal, and even part of the civilized folk customs of Jin State are uploaded from this hot land...

However, whether these reforms are good or bad is something that the officials and gentlemen in the court have to consider and dispute. At this moment, the calculation in the silk merchant's heart is becoming more and more satisfactory.

Since the year of Guanxi, as soon as the same-sex marriage was discussed in the court, everyone in the world knew that Zhao Qingjia, Princess of Yongjia, liked women. But now, for the sake of convenience, the silk merchants have carefully arranged for Zhao Qingjia, the head of the Shang Dynasty in Chang'an, to marry Zhao Qingjia. Prepared for a big joy.

In that room, after Zhao Qingjia turned into a relatively quiet courtyard, she waved away the servant. She raised her head and looked at the silver plate hanging on the night. night.

"Will you continue to be a hidden guard killer after everything is settled?" She asked, "Have you figured out where you want to go in the future?"

"The master has already set me free," the man replied in a low voice, "I will stay in Chang'an from now on."

"I won't be a hidden guard anymore," she was happy, but she pretended to be sorry: "That's a pity, your skill is so good, it's a pity... Why don't you become a hidden guard? You are the one I have seen The best hidden guard."

The man held the Wuhen waist knife with a deep and cold light in his hand, and smiled very quickly: "Because I have a fetter in my heart, I don't want to hide in the dark and dare not see the light anymore."

Whenever he thought of this, Zhao Qingjia's heart would always feel aching, as if being pricked with embroidery needles.

Holding the corner of her skirt, she slowly walked up to the tall Zijin building where she used to stay. Standing behind the fence, she looked down at the exchange of cups at the open-air banquet in front. Added a bit of loneliness.

In the twelfth lunar month of the 16th year of Jingchu, in order to meet the great plan of the present, she lightly rode Jiancong through Zhao Xuan and Zhao Qinglui's robbery and blocking all the way to Guangcheng under the jurisdiction of Muzhou where the Guangcheng Army was stationed.

It was not easy for her to meet Miao Yongsheng, the commander of the Guangcheng Army. The abolished prince Zhao Xuan sent the Liucheng Army to chase her all the way. That night, in order to send her out of the encirclement to meet the unaware General Miao Yongsheng, the guards around her, Almost took his life in it.

By the time she came back from Miao Yongsheng with rescuers, the originally elegantly furnished Jiangnan inn had turned into a hell on earth with piles of corpses.

She yelled their names, stepped on the bloody water all over the ground, one step at a time, digging through the bloody footprints, one corpse after another.

later.

She found the guard Hou Zaixin——she tore off a piece of her robe, and carefully tied it around the guy's neck. This guard of hers always pays attention to appearance, and she would not be happy to see her neck still open after death. Such a big hole.

She found Yuan Cunyu - this time, this calm and introverted guy didn't have a straight face like before, pretending to be angry and scolding the sloppy Han Suiwu who had suffered a trauma, he just lay quietly on the ground, Leaning his head safely in Han Suiwu's arms, it was as if he just fell asleep.

Afterwards, she found Fang Jing, who was safe and reliable, Lu Pinpin, who was greedy and fond of food, Tan Jiubei, who was always forgetful, and Duan Sirui, who was young and mature, and she found them all, but ah, she was The woman named Zhan Qingjin was not found.

She, Zhao Qingjia, became a rootless wandering person like a ghost again, while Zhan Qingjin, who never saw anyone alive or dead.

Zhao Qingjia felt that she was a very, very failed person. She always realized it later, and only realized after she lost it that the lost things had occupied so much space in her heart.

But her heart is clearly not big, and after she puts on one thing, it's hard to put on another.

After that, she has been looking for Zhan Qingjin's whereabouts. Now, even the mischievous little boy Han Suiwu adopted has started to practice martial arts with a knife, and she, Zhao Qingjia, still has no news of Zhan Qingjin.

Zhao Qingjia shook his drowsy head, pushed the door open and entered the room.

Red candles flickered in the room, and there were red sleeves adding incense.

"Who are you?" Zhao Qingjia pushed open the two doors, and the cool night breeze swept in from the outside along with her, blowing away the thick and suitable incense that filled the room.

"Nu Tianxiang, I'm here to serve you." The beautiful woman in red put down the little golden incense bucket in her hand, and she bowed to Zhao Qing Jia Yingying, her appearance was so coquettish and beautiful that she was very lovable: "My lord is a thousand years old."

Zhao Qingjia wrinkled her nose, swayed and sat down at the table to pour tea for herself. After pouring herself half a cup of herbal tea, she asked, half drunk, "This room is quite fragrant... whoever sent it, who arranged for you came here?"

"Why do you bother to pursue this, nobleman?" Tian Xiang came to Zhao Qingjia step by step, dragging a long skirt that dragged the floor, and put her delicate hands on Zhao Qingjia's shoulders.

White and tender fingers like shaving onion roots caressed Zhao Qingjia's side neck and earlobes restlessly, and then her soft and boneless body pressed against her: "The nobleman's status is as high as the sky, and a slave who can serve a nobleman is already a slave in his previous life." The blessings that have been cultivated, what are you doing, nobleman!!"

The petite and weak woman was taken aback - she was suddenly pulled to sit on her lap by Zhao Qingjia, she was stunned, a pair of catkins wrapped around Zhao Qingjia's neck, she pressed against the side of this nobleman, Gently blowing hot air on the other party's ear: "The nobleman scared the slave, but what should I do?"

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Qingjia freed up a hand, and gently shook the remaining tea roots in the lidless teacup: "I will do whatever you want?"

The fragrant but not vulgar beautiful woman hugged the person in her arms tightly, and her vermilion soft lips were about to stick to Zhao Qingjia's earlobes.

"Click", the clear and crisp sound of tiles shattering came in from the eaves outside the door, Zhao Qingjia didn't know when he had already clamped Tian Xiang's hand holding the sharp hairpin in his hand: "Since you are here, you are here, What's the point of showing up?"

The sound fell, but there was no response from the roof eaves outside.

Zhao Qingjia laughed softly, she snatched the sharp hairpin, and quickly controlled Tianxiang. Without a suitable rope at hand, Zhao Qingjia simply untied her belt and tied Tianxiang's hands in two or three strokes.

She stood up, and threw Tian Xiang to the ground without mercy. The corner of her mouth curled up coldly, and she raised a sarcastic smile without warmth: "It seems that your companion and master don't want you now."

"I'm a little curious," Tian Xiang moved his body slightly, and forced himself to sit up from the ground: "I asked myself that I didn't show my flaws, but how did you see it?"

"I can't tell you about this," Zhao Qingjia said in her heart, you're assassinated in three days and hunted down in two days?

If you still can't develop the ability to distinguish killers after doing this, then I can only say that I admire your brain.

She brushed off her sleeves, held the hairpin she snatched from Tianxiang between her fingers, and said with a haha, "According to me, I'd better trouble you to call the person on the roof down to see you, I can't make you two come for nothing." This time."

Tian Xiang stood up slowly from the ground, she looked at Zhao Qingjia who was indifferent, and snorted with a half-smile in her nose.

"..." Zhao Qingjia scraped the tip of the hairpin with his thumb to test the sharpness of the hairpin, and said jokingly towards the door: "Ah, I said the one on the roof outside, you are her companion, her name is Tian." Xiang, isn’t your name Hongxiu? When I come out to meet you, a piece of your flesh is indispensable, why are you so coy?”

There was no answer from outside.

Zhao Qingjia looked at Tianxiang curiously, and then called out: "Girl with red sleeves? Red sleeves...Young master?"

Still no answer.

Zhao Qingjia tilted her head. When she sensed someone lurking outside, a look of joy and joy flashed in the eyes of this killer called Tianxiang, so the person who came must be the most important person to her, but since It's all here, why don't you make a sound now.

Involuntarily, Zhao Qingjia tapped her toes on the ground a few times very quickly. If Han Suiwu didn't bring anyone over again, she wouldn't be able to guarantee that something unexpected would happen next—if she, the princess of Yongjia, died because of her beauty Someone took the opportunity to kill her, and if word got out, Zhao Qingjia's fame would be ruined!

The princess princess shook her head, forget it, anyway, she has already been notorious, and it doesn't matter if one or two more infamy.

"Don't you just want to know who the person behind me is?" At this time, the female killer named Tianxiang laughed coldly: "You majestic Princess Yongjia, a hero who assists the Lord Shenglong, why are you still using it?" You have to resort to such indecent means to induce a confession."

Goofing off?Zhao Qingjia raised her eyebrows, and she leaned back on the table, her lazy eyes were three points drunk, and she looked at the killer Tianxiang leisurely: "I said, if you are discovered, you will be discovered, why are you singing a double song?" It's a play, this doesn't look like Zhang or Zhang Wenruo's subordinates."

——Back then, the prince and King Baoxin were defeated, and the prince Zhao Xuan was abolished. After the current emperor ascended the throne, Zhao Xuan was demoted to be the king of Shenjun, and he was imprisoned in the palace for life. The king of Baoxin, Zhao Qinghui, was only demoted to be the king of the county, and he was imprisoned in the palace for life. Their minions did not end well.

The king of Zhenhai, Zhang Chao, was demoted to Zhenhaihou, and the military power in the east was deprived—and this result was naturally the result of his youngest son, Zhang, who seemed straightforward and kind-hearted on weekdays. Zhang He had feuded with Zhao Qingjia since then, and he always wanted to send two killers to disturb the princess's purity.

"Heh," Tian Xiang squinted at the unpredictable woman in front of him, "You don't deserve to mention that name, you traitor!"

Zhao Qingjia's patience became a little less, she raised a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, and said in a cold tone: "Jing Chunian has already become history, and the history of winners and losers is clear, you can read the book yourself to see who is the traitor .”

"I..." Tian Xiang seemed to want to refute something. As soon as she opened her mouth, Han Suiwu, Zhao Qingjia's long entourage, rushed in with a knife, panting, "Master, master, sixteen!"

With a bang, Zhao Qingjia's mind seemed to explode suddenly, her ears were buzzing, and her hand holding the hairpin trembled, almost cutting her fingers.

After a while, Zhao Qingjia heard himself asking tremblingly, "Where is it?"

Han Suiwu, who had a short beard, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears when he smiled. He looked happier than Zhao Qingjia: "Surrounded by the subordinates in the forest behind."

So, when Zhao Qingjia followed Han Suiwu to the forest at the back, he saw a man in night clothes and a face scarf trying to highlight the encirclement left by Han Suiwu.

The road in the small forest is not easy to walk, Zhao Qingjia ran all the way, her exquisite headgear was a little loose, and the luxurious clothes on her body were also scratched a little, she met the man in black with a knife in one hand, and walked slowly towards him go.

"Is it you?" Zhao Qingjia walked into the encirclement. As the distance got closer, she slowly saw the empty right sleeve of the other party's clothes through the moonlight, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, "Are you here?" Look for me, it was really you, it really was you, heh, I thought it was Suiwu who made fun of me in the middle of the night, it turned out that you really came back..."

Zhao Qingjia rambled on, as if asking the other party why he came back so late after going out this morning. It was flat, and there were no ups and downs in emotion as imagined. As the distance got closer, Zhao Qingjia was sure, The person with one missing arm was Zhan Qingjin.

After that night, Han Suiwu recalled to Zhao Qingjia more than once that in the scuffle at that time, he saw with his own eyes that Shiliu had half of his arm cut off with a knife in order to save Fang Jing.

Not seeing the other party making a sound, Zhao Qingjia smiled lightly, the moonlight spread through the branches in her eyes, she stared at the other party, her eyes were shining brightly: "Why, haven't you played enough outside after all these years?"

When Zhao Qingjia approached, Zhan Qingjin backed away, keeping a certain distance from this noble woman, but after hearing what Zhao Qingjia said, Zhan Qingjin didn't seem to respond at all.

Zhao Qingjia took out a small black lacquered wooden sign from her arms. She held the rope hanging on the sign and shook the wooden sign in front of the other party: "Hey, let me ask you, what's your name?"

This wooden sign was Zhan Qingjin's status symbol when she was a secret guard. It was made for her by her former master Sima Xuan. It was engraved with her code name sixteen painted in vermilion lacquer, as well as her date of birth and gender. Nothing else.

Zhan Qingjin looked at the small wooden sign and shook her head. When she was a hidden guard, she had to recognize whoever had the wooden sign as half of her master. Looking at Zhao Qingjia's appearance under the mottled shadows of the trees, Zhan Qingjin finally endured. Can't help but slowly opened his mouth.

"Return to your nobleman, the villain's name is Sixteen."

"Where's your real name?" Zhao Qingjia continued to ask, slowly moving forward: "I'm asking about your real name."

"Zhan Qingjin," Zhan Qingjin stood still, she threw the dagger in her hand on the ground, "My father's surname is Zhan, and he got a new collar of Qingjin when I was born, so he named me Qingjin."

"Be honest." Zhao Qingjia crossed his arms and raised his chin towards Zhan Qingjin: "You were the one squatting on my roof just now? How long have you been back? Why didn't you come to see me, me and Suiwu?" ?”

I was recuperating from my injuries, and after I recovered from my injuries, I secretly protected you for nearly ten years——Zhan Qingjin didn't make a sound, she raised her hand to take the face scarf——this face was the same as the sixteenth in Zhao Qingjia's memory. There are still some discrepancies.

There were several scars on Zhan Qingjin's face, which looked a bit abrupt, but Zhao Qingjia didn't care.

"Now that I'm back, I wonder if it's too late for your honor?" Zhan Qingjin asked—from then until now, she has secretly stayed by her side for so many years because she was afraid of hurting Zhao Qingjia. There is no need to hide the relationship between them as before, so Zhan Qingjin finally can't stand Zhao Qingjia's unscrupulous intimacy with other women!

Zhao Qingjia put his hands on his waist, and raised one eyebrow meaningfully: "It's not too late, it depends on the mood of the princess."

Zhan Qingjin nodded, with a long-lost smile on the corner of his mouth: "But according to your mother's orders."

Over there, the many Wuwenyuan guards surrounding Zhan Qingjin had their knives in their sheaths, and followed the guard chief Han Suiwu to retreat not far away.

Zhao Qingjia walked over with her hands behind her back, the small wooden sign flickered behind her, she came to Zhan Qingjin, raised her face slightly, looked at the woman in front of her with aggrieved eyes, her voice carried a faint cry: "I'm not dead but If you don’t come back, I’ll cause my old lady to burn a lot of banknotes every day looking for you all over the world. After all, how can I punish you to relieve my hatred? How can you, a stinky stone, pay me for these years?”

"It's my fault." Zhan Qingjin finally stretched out her hand, grabbing the person she had been thinking about day and night: "You can be fined any way you want, and I will pay you whatever you want, how about it?"

"Well, this is more or less..." Zhao Qingjia tilted her ears, she heard the sound of the night wind, like the distant bells and drums in the Bell and Drum Tower of Chang'an City.

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Thank you for reading

This is from Zhao Qingjia.

Maybe based on your comments (for example, what do you think is unclear, or what kind of follow-up do you want to read) the brain-dead author who is ignoring the past and ignoring the past should write a follow-up.