Official road outside Gusu City.
The rain of arrows in the woods finally stopped.
Several figures emerged from the forest and walked towards Xiuyi Tiqi, who had been shot into a hedgehog-like shape.
"Master Jiu, it doesn't seem like he's from the Northern Territory Embroidered Clothes."
After one person carefully inspected Xiu Yi Ti Qi, he turned his head and shouted towards the woods.
As soon as the voice fell, Master Jiu walked out of the woods.
Master Jiu is not old, he is not even twenty yet, he is in his prime.
He is an orphan with no name or surname, only called Xiaojiu.
But because of the trust of the master, few people now dare to call him Xiao Jiu directly, and they all call him Master Jiu.
"The information is wrong?"
Xiaojiu walked to Tiqi's body and stared at it carefully, her expression stagnant.
Did they ambush the wrong person?
Or was the information provided to them by Jinling originally wrong?
Xiaojiu couldn't judge.
It stands to reason that the person they are cooperating with has a very deep background and is very smart, and does not look like someone who would get the information wrong.
That means...they ambushed the wrong person?
Xiaojiu was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he whispered.
"Clean up the beginning and end first, and then continue to wait."
"Remember, if the target doesn't appear, we can't relax for a moment. If we really let that turtle in the north get conclusive evidence, many, many people will die. Do you understand?"
When all the soldiers who died in the ambush heard this, their hearts trembled and they responded in unison.
Xiaojiu said no more, turned around and entered the woods again.
Although his face seemed calm at the moment, his heart was gradually becoming serious, and his eyes were looking towards the north unconsciously.
In the past few days, he has been setting up an ambush here with his people.
I thought Xuanwu would be waiting for him coming south soon.
But who would have known... Although the Xiu Yiwei appeared, they were not those from the north.
They killed the wrong person.
This cast a shadow over Xiao Jiu's heart.
When did the turtle in the north move south?
Why did he stay on the north bank of the river for many days?
Did he find some new clues, or did he realize that he was in a bad situation?
For a time, Xiao Jiu had many thoughts in his mind.
He suddenly had a strong urge to kill Jiangbei directly.
But he quickly suppressed it forcefully.
Linxi County on the north bank of the river is not their territory.
Or strictly speaking, Linxi County is not the territory of the owner who cooperated with them.
That small county town is the territory of the main political enemy.
If they force their way in, the risk will be great.
"Smuggling..."
Xiaojiu thought about it and sighed quietly in his heart.
Sometimes, he wanted to persuade his master to simply give up this business that was on the edge of life and death.
The main business of Jinxiu Hall is already big enough, covering the entire thirty-six counties of Da Chu, so why do they need to engage in such a shady business that may even lead to people poking their backs?
But Xiaojiu didn't say anything after all.
He actually knew very well that his master had no way out.
A smuggling channel leading to the grassland, how many interests and big names are involved behind it.
His main residence, Jinxiu Hall, was nothing more than a merchant's home.
He is just an interest spokesperson pushed to the forefront by those big shots!
Even if his master wanted to retreat, he couldn't.
"Cheer up and don't miss any suspicious targets, you hear me!"
After thinking wildly for a moment, Xiaojiu came back to his senses and saw that the soldiers who died in the ambush looked dismayed, and couldn't help but scream in a low voice.
Waiting endlessly is always tiring.
He could understand the mood of the dead soldiers, but he understood, but he couldn't accept it.
He, Xiaojiu, shouldered the great trust of his master. If he really wanted Xuanwu to get any conclusive evidence, it would put Jinxiu Hall in catastrophe.
When the time comes, his master will die, and so will he.
Xiaojiu thought, looked up at the sky, and laughed at himself.
It is the master who lives my life.
It was Jinxiu Hall that raised me.
As long as the master and Jinxiu Hall are safe, it doesn't matter what the flood is!
…
"Luo, Luo... Rouge."
In the pavilion of the garden, Mu Qingwan was hammering the petals in a stone bowl with all her strength. When she saw Luo Heng coming from a distance, she lifted the stone bowl as if offering a treasure.
In the stone bowl, the petals have been smashed to pieces.
In fact, this is not rouge yet.
Although the process of making rouge is not complicated, there are several steps.
Smashing the petals is just the first step.
But for the girl, she already feels a sense of accomplishment.
After all, this is the first time she has made something with her own hands since she "became a human".
This feeling was something she had never experienced before.
Sister Wan'er told her that after she learned how to make rouge, she would also teach her how to make rouge.
Then she can also sew clothes for Luo.
Yes, the girl is getting along very well with Ye Wan'er now.
In her eyes, Ye Wan'er is her sister.
She is a real sister, not a fake sister like Mu Jinyan.
Luo Heng walked into the pavilion, smiled and praised the girl, then looked at Shibo and asked.
"Is it time to filter the juice next?"
Although he has developed many skills through the golden pages, he really can't make rouge.
I just vaguely remember that there might be such a step.
"Yes, filter out the juice, then put in the silk. After the flower juice soaks through the silk, take it out and dry it, and it will be rouge."
Ye Wan'er replied with a smile.
There are hundreds of ways to make rouge.
The one she taught Mu Qingwan was the simplest one.
Girls are beginners, so it is more appropriate to use simple methods to get started.
"This one made by Wanwan is pink rouge. She said... you will like it."
As Ye Wan'er said this, she couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
When Luo Heng heard this, his expression froze.
When did he say he liked pink?
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at the girl beside him.
The girl lowered her head slightly, and a few strands of hair fell down, covering her delicate little face.
She held the stone mallet in both hands and pounded the petals in the stone bowl vigorously.
The bright sunshine shone on her body and face, vaguely covering her face with a layer of transparency, making her face pink and tender.
Luo Heng's eyes were blank, and his heart beat hard several times.
He suddenly felt... pink is good.
Just like the girl in front of him, he likes it!
"Will you wipe it for me?"
Luo Heng stared at the girl and asked softly.
The girl raised her head and blinked.
"wipe."
Her rouge was originally put on for Luo to see.
"Well, then I'll wait."
Luo Heng smiled softly and said softly.
The girl nodded.
"good."
As she spoke, the stone hammer in her hand quietly sped up a bit more.
Unconsciously, a few drops of flower juice splashed up and "flyed" onto the girl's face.
"do not move."
Seeing this, Luo Heng took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it for the girl.
The girl remained motionless, letting the veil touch her face.
He caressed her face and touched her heart.
So sweet.
Let her soak it all in.
Looking at Ye Wan'er again, she didn't know when she had exited the pavilion holding the stone bowl.
Leave the space of solitude to boys and girls.
The warm breeze blows and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating.
The boy and girl leaning together could no longer tell whether it was the fragrance of the flowers that intoxicated them, or the people around them.
