Who would have thought that Lotus Crown Taoist's magical power of movement would lead everyone deep into the southern hinterland of the Dafeng rebels. If they had known this would be the result, it would be better to fight a bloody way through the pass. The dense forest in the south where the few of us are now is hundreds of miles wide, and it is difficult to get out of it in a short time.
At the same time, not only did a letter of urgent military information appear in the imperial palace and was read by the rebel leader, the weak royal family of Dafeng who retreated to the north also received a letter, which came from the Dajing Dynasty thousands of miles away, and it was also written by the Dajing Dynasty. Emperor Jing wrote it himself.
In the simple emperor's palace, the middle-aged emperor received this letter soaked in cowhide and blood. He couldn't believe how much it cost and how many spies had to be sacrificed to break through the rebel blockades and present this letter to him. and Dead Soldier Scout.
The content of the letter was very concise, with only a few scrawled sentences, but it made the middle-aged emperor who was always calm suddenly become short of breath. His eyes were hot, and his crumpled hands holding the paper were trembling slightly.
If I could see her once, I would have no regrets in this life or death.
The middle-aged emperor, who had encountered the collapse of his country as soon as he ascended the throne, slowly walked out of his palace and climbed onto the ruins of the beacon tower left over from the previous suppression of rebellion. Looking from afar, he could vaguely see the smoke-like outline of the southern mountains.
Until the Dafeng rebels captured the capital at this time, the emperor no longer pursued the shocking political achievements, nor the pursuit of leaving a name in history, becoming an emperor through the ages or a merciful saint. He knew that his days were numbered, and the national destiny of the Dafeng royal family that had lasted for hundreds of years had come to an end. There are countless dynasties lost in history. How much is a dragon chair worth?
He worked as a bodyguard for the first half of his life and as an emperor for the second half of his life. He never complained that the old emperor had left such a lot of mess on him, but the only thing he missed in his heart was his mother and sister, whom he had no memory of at all.
Reports of military defeats frequently came from the front line. Letters reporting one after another were stacked on the table, but he did not read them. He was kicked out of the capital before he could warm up the dragon chair. What merits, demerits, honors and disgraces could such an emperor have? Let all of this be evaluated by later generations of historians. Now, he just wants to see her once, even just once. If he sees her from a distance without saying a word, he will be considered as a fallen leaf returning to his roots in this life.
It's sad not to see it, but it's even more sad to see it, because the sister he hopes for is actually Gui Qing, Gui Liu's sister, not his sister.
The reason why the Dajing Dynasty sent this letter was just to help Yao Tiao get his share of Nanzhao's luck, rather than a good person doing good deeds to reunite the brother and sister after a long separation.
The old Emperor Dafeng met Hu Meizi as he wished before he died. It was Qin Fang who spent a lot of words and hard words to persuade Hu Meizi. Before sending this letter, Qin Fang asked Hu Meizi if she would like to see her brother. Hu Meizi just shook her head. Such an answer was expected, so Qin Fang stopped persuading. For Hu Meizi, meeting each other is like uncovering a scar, which should be broken continuously, and it is better to cut it cleanly with a knife than to cut off the strands. So she would not regard herself as Princess Da Feng, nor would she recognize that strange brother.
Emperor Dafeng never imagined that Guiliu and his party would now be in the hinterland of the southern rebels.
In order to deceive others, Guiliu put on a mask, and everyone else had their own way of disguising themselves. After a few people escaped from the dense forest filled with miasma, they quietly entered a small town.
Since it was wartime, a curfew was implemented in the city, patrols were conducted in the morning, noon and evening, and troops were stationed both inside and outside the city to ensure tight security. This small city, which is far away from the battle line, is already overwhelming. If it is close to the choke point of the battlefield, it is difficult to imagine the plight of the people.
While everyone was resting at the inn, Guiliu set off quietly, asking Yao Tiao to follow him secretly. The two visited almost all the bookstores in the city, but failed to buy a map annotation about the local area. The main problem we are facing now is that we are not familiar with the place and we don’t know what to do next. Otherwise, since there is a great monk of the Eighth Realm here, traveling a thousand miles in a day will not be a problem.
After working in vain for a long time, I returned to the inn. While Guiliu was eating a bowl of clear noodle soup, he inadvertently looked up and saw a dark-skinned little girl peeking out of the doorframe outside the inn.
Guiliu suffered a lot when he traveled to Longzhou in the past. When he was in poverty, he lived with a group of poor people. After that, he accompanied his father on many private visits incognito to explore the people's sentiments. So with just the timid look in the little girl's eyes, he It was obvious that she was hungry and cold at the moment.
A refugee?
Guiliu lowered his head and took a big mouthful of noodles, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. Since this place had been occupied by rebels, it meant that there must have been a war. Could it be a refugee?
Guiliu put down his bowls and chopsticks, whistled loudly, and waved in a certain direction outside the door with a smile.
The little girl squatted on the ground in panic, hesitating whether to go in or not. She clenched and unclenched her fists. After a fierce psychological struggle, she sighed, stood up and prepared to leave.
Just as she was about to take a step, she fell and was about to roll down the steps, but a huge pulling force on her back pulled her back.
It turned out that a man stepped on the corner of her clothes in a bullying manner, so when she stood up to leave, she tripped over herself.
The little girl got up quickly after falling down. Her eyes were unhappy, but she didn't speak. She just pursed her lips and turned around to leave.
The man stepped in front of her in one step, and now he finally saw the little girl's whole body clearly. Her whole body was covered with dust and dirt. Only her face was clean, but it was dark and dark, and it was really not pretty.
There was no one around, so Geiliu whispered: "Let's go to the inn and have a bowl of noodles?"
The little girl stared at him and looked around, her eyes still unhappy, but she also whispered: "You are not a great servant, are you?"
Guiliu was a little surprised and lowered his voice even more, "How do you know?"
The little girl hummed: "You don't speak local dialect, but you still speak such poor Mandarin. How can you be a Dafengren clan?"
She looked around carefully and lowered her voice even more, "Are you from the Dajing Dynasty?"
Gui Liu smiled and said, "I'll treat you to a bowl of noodles, and don't gossip about it, okay?"
The little girl's heart tightened and she took a step back suddenly, her eyes wary, "You don't want to kill someone and silence them, do you?"
Gui Liu burst into laughter, "How could you say such a thing seriously? Don't worry, I'm just a businessman. I just want to treat you to a bowl of noodles."
"You and I are not relatives, why do you invite me?" the little girl asked.
Guiliu's smile disappeared, and he was lost in thought. He forced out another smile and subconsciously spoke in Dajing Mandarin: "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."
Of course the little girl didn't understand, but subconsciously looked at the streets on both sides, fearing that the man speaking Dajing Mandarin would be heard by others.
The man realized that he had lost his composure, crouched down quickly and said with a smile, "Let's go and have a bowl of noodles."
The little girl didn't hesitate this time and nodded.
"You go first, I will follow you."
So two people, one big and one small, entered the inn one after the other.
Geiliu ordered another bowl of noodles, but this time it was beef noodles. The little girl suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes, looking nervous. Geiliu understood the idea and quickly knelt down to listen.
"It's too late. I have to leave. I'll be patrolling in a little while."
"Patrol is patrolling. Why are you running?" Guiliu asked in a low voice.
The little girl gritted her teeth, but still didn't say anything, turned around and ran towards the door.
But she was stopped by Geiliu again, and the man told her: "Don't worry, come upstairs to the room with me first, and I will ask him to bring the beef noodles up later."
This time, without waiting for the little girl to speak, Guiliu directly took her hand and led her to the second floor.
Following the man, the little girl finally stopped in front of the door. She wondered why the man didn't just open the door and go in. Instead, he knocked carefully and seemed to be asking something?
In fact, Geiryu was calling his sister because he didn't plan to stay here tonight, but just for a short break. In order to avoid publicity, he didn't stay in so many rooms.
Guiliu didn't get any reply, so he didn't dare to go in rashly. After waiting for a while, he was about to knock on the door again when the door was opened.
When he opened the door, Gui Liu was stunned for a moment, obviously not yet accustomed to Gui Qing's appearance as a disguised man.
Gui Qing lowered her head and saw the little girl, frowned slightly and said, "This is it?"
"I don't know if she's a refugee or a refugee. She's quite pitiful. I brought her here and let her eat a bowl of noodles."
Guiliu led her into the room.
Gui Qing said nothing, sat on the couch again, glanced at the little girl again, and then stopped looking.
And the little girl's eyes were always on her.
The clear sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the window, and the little girl suddenly turned pale, obviously full of panic. Guiliu saw all this and became more and more sure of the answer in his heart. He quietly came to the window and watched the patrolling cavalry gradually go away.
After that, the store just knocked on the door and delivered beef noodles. But when there was a knock on the door, the little girl was obviously startled.
Guiliu brought the beef noodles and came to the little girl's side. He smiled and said, "Why are you so surprised?"
The little girl shook her head, sighed, calmed down a bit, picked up her chopsticks and started eating noodles.
While she was eating noodles, Gui Liu kept watch. Seeing her gobbling up the food, he always hesitated to ask that potentially hurtful question.
Suddenly, the little girl put down her chopsticks and whispered: "Just ask whatever you want, just think of it as thank you for the bowl of noodles."
Guiliu smiled, "Have you been secretly observing me?"
The little girl said nothing, and glanced at the stern man sitting next to the bed. From the moment she entered the house, she had been observing him intentionally or unintentionally. It was obvious that this man with air-conditioning all over his body attracted her more attention than Geliu.
The little girl looked away and said: "I regret it. I asked and answered every question. If you ask again, I will answer again."
"Okay, you ask first."
Even after getting the consent, the little girl still hesitated to speak and seemed to be afraid.
"Don't worry, you can ask whatever you want. The worst I can do is I won't tell you." Guiliu said.
The little girl lowered her voice and whispered: "Is there a woman sitting on the bed?"
Gui Liu never imagined that such a problem would arise, and what surprised him even more was how a little girl could see Gui Qing's superb disguise?
Guiliu whispered: "How did you see it?"
The little girl said without thinking: "With such a thin waist, such a slim figure, such fair skin, and those intense eyes, she must be either a woman or a pervert."
Gui Liu smiled and was about to speak, raised his head, and then closed his mouth.
The little girl realized it later, quickly closed her mouth, and immersed herself in sucking the noodles.
Gui Qing had already arrived in front of the two of them, patted her clothes, and the luster dissipated. The originally stern man instantly turned into a charming beauty with hanging black hair.
Those charming eyes, just as she said, were staring at the little girl. She put her clear jade hand on her chin, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile: "Little girl, where are your parents?"
