Da Deyun

Meng Hetang cleaned up the assassins in the city and the remnants of the Grand Master's Mansion last night, and entered the palace at dawn to return to the saint.

After working all night, he went back to the academy after reorganizing his soldiers and horses; it's not that he didn't want to go home, but he had to meet his master later.

Fortunately, there is also a room in Qitang, and I always rest in the yard when I am too busy on weekdays.

Jiuliang went back to the Meng Mansion last night, and today he has probably come to attend the class; Meng Hetang looked up, and saw that the best time was the midsummer sun, so he turned to Qingxiao Pavilion.

Wang Jiulong was playing with Qin Xiaoxian's puppy named Qiuqiu on his lap. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and saw the hall master turning around from the stairs.

"Hey, Brother Meng!" He waved and shouted.

Originally, Zhou Jiuliang was sitting by the window talking to Qin Xiaoxian, but when he heard this sound, he hurriedly stood up.

"Why are you here, hurry up and go to rest."

"It's okay." The hall master smiled, except that Wu Qing was a little tired at the moment, but she looked quite energetic.

After all, this time, I can finally sit back and relax; in the future, there will be no parting except life and death.

Wang Jiulong was holding Qiuqiu, pulling the puppy's two front legs and playing with it; he said: "Why didn't you tell me that you didn't leave Beijing, if you knew it, I would go with you."

After holding back for so long, he ended up catching those assassins on the cruise ship last night; when he thought that he almost died in Tianjin, he felt so angry.

"You're delusional too." Zhou Jiuliang rolled his eyes at him, still showing his old-fashioned disgust.

"That woman boils medicine for you every day. If you're not here, won't you startle the snake?" The hall master rubbed his neck, swept his clothes and sat down on the bamboo chair.

The barbarian prince from the northwestern border pretended to be a small minister when he entered Beijing, in order to deceive others; even if it was found out that he secretly entered Beijing, he still had an identity to cover up.

During the battle in the northwest, Yun Lei once mentioned the delicate relationship between His Majesty and the barbarian royal family; the two countries reached a consensus and a tacit understanding.

The barbarian prince who came that trip said in person that someone had instigated the war and placed people among the barbarian generals. The several plots were designed to incite the border army and induce the Celestial Dynasty to send troops.

No matter if it is Deyun, any one of them will encounter an ambush halfway when they send troops, and at the same time, the remnants of the grand master can be like ducks in water in Shengjing.

Meng Hetang led the troops out of the city and sent several pairs of elite soldiers to deal with those people. He led Jiuliang to disperse the soldiers and hide among the people on the way to Tianjin City, and did not enter Beijing until last night.

Looking at it this way, everything seems to be the best arrangement.

Properly, in every detail.

Qin Xiaoxian looked at the spiky tung tree sprouting from the courtyard of the Seven Halls in the distance, the tung flowers on it had all fallen, and the sweet smell was much less.

The rain fell so early that he didn't have time to pick the flowers.

too late.

The hall master looked at him, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed it with his lips pursed; he took a sip of the cup of tea that Jiu Liang handed over.

Said: "I remember that there is a maid in your courtyard?"

Listening to the words, Wang Jiulong turned his head from the side and grabbed a piece of snack, kneaded it into fine pieces and fed it to Qiuqiu in his arms; he then asked, "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time."

He remembers that girl's love for our young master Qin.No matter how you don't pay attention to others, they still treat you with the same original intention. If you change your persistent temperament into a man, you will definitely get a good reputation.

"Sent to the back kitchen." He said.

"Ah?" Wang Jiulong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "You are really hard-hearted, you, hahaha."

Jiuliang followed with a smile but didn't say much.

It's a maid, it's different to send it to; that girl can't even enter the Qingxiao Pavilion, and Lao Qin is delusional to want to see her.

Several people sat and chatted for a while; the day was getting brighter, and it was almost noon.Wang Jiulong had to find Zhang Jiuling to go out together, and the hall master should also go back to wash and change clothes, so Jiuliang naturally went with him.

This time, it became quiet again.

He didn't sleep all night yesterday, so he personally executed those assassins outside the pass in the sky prison; he didn't ask any questions, and executed them one by one.

The stubborn bones who would rather die than surrender also succumbed, and confessed everything in a dying breath.

But even after he was charged and confessed, the punishment didn't stop.

He was as indifferent and stiff as a puppet, and he was executed without saying a word.

Hearing the heart-piercing yells of those people, he remained calm; his mind was full of scenes of Meiling and the cliff.

When he jumped down, the knives, mountains and rocks pierced his clothes, and when he pierced his flesh, he was really numb from the pain.

She loves to cry so much, she fell down after being stabbed twice, the fall must have been extremely desperate.

At dawn, he finally walked out of the prison.

There were bloodstains on the cuffs, he changed his clothes and threw them away, and put on a thick black robe embroidered with white deer.

Then it's been a day here.

I drank a lot of tea, but my mouth still felt bitter; I didn't eat a meal until almost dusk, and I didn't know what to think.

Sometimes he mutters to himself, sometimes he frowns sadly, and sometimes he raises the corners of his mouth in joy.

Like drinking, but also like terminally ill.

When the red clouds spread across the sky, he walked out of the Qingxiao Pavilion, stepping on the afterglow of the evening through the bluestone ground covered with branches and leaves.

There are still a few tung flowers in the back mountain, which look delicate and sweet.

There are some flowers and plants growing on this grave, and the seeds that fall in spring can be regarded as grown; it looks like a small flower mound.

"Is the sunset beautiful?" He sat down.

The good thing about the back mountain is that there is no cover on the flat mountain, and the sunrise and sunset, the moon and the stars can be seen clearly.

Come to think of it, I have never seen the sunset together.

"did you miss me?"

More than a sunset.

"Forget it, anyway, you rely on me to like you."

The tung flowers fell again.

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Snapped!

The applause was crisp and clear.

"What do I have to do with you? It's worth your life to test the medicine!"

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"I really want to slap you."

I did something wrong, you are not with me.

"I love you so much, forget it."

Hit your palm like sir.

——Hold the one you love in your hand, interlock your fingers, and wait for the flowers to bloom.