The leaves on the trees fell like falling snow.
How could there be such a strong wind at this time?
A leaf fell to the ground and split into two halves, as if it had been cut off at the waist by some sharp weapon.
A corner of black clothes floated in from the forest.
There was obviously no sound when it landed, but it brought up a strong wind.
There was silence in the forest, except for the strong wind blowing through the dense forest, making a rustling sound.
Wen Jirou unconsciously protected Ranchen behind her and looked at the visitor with some vigilance. Ranchen smiled helplessly and put a hand lightly on his shoulder, but did not refuse his protection.
"Master Wen, long time no see."
The visitor lowered his eyes, bowed his head slightly to Wen Jirou, and gave a salute. His voice was a little unfamiliar but also familiar.
The hazy moonlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and fell mottledly on the bodies of the three people, illuminating the faces of the visitors.
"It's you, Lin Yu."
Even after all these years, that gentle face still reminds me that the man named Lin Yu should be the person with the highest martial arts among the secret guards except Sifeng.
It seems that he had such a deep impression on him because he seemed to care particularly about Sifeng, and the level of nervousness was even as much as Sifeng cared about him.
Under the night, there was a slightly different look on that young face: "Master actually remembers me?"
When he heard his name appear in Wen Jirou's mouth, Lin Yu was really stunned for a moment. Wen Jirou has always been like a god among the secret guards. Although the Holy One has decreed, Master Wen can The secret guards can be mobilized at will, but those with a discerning eye are naturally aware of the pull involved. Leaving Sifeng among the secret guards is just a method used by the Holy One to contain Wen Jirou.
Therefore, although Wen Jirou has this right, she rarely uses secret guards. During those years in the Imperial City, he could probably count the number of secret guards he used on one hand.
Originally, I thought that in Wen Jirou's heart, he was just one of the many secret guards.
Wen Jirou just curled her lips slightly: "Seeing you tonight really surprises me."
Lin Yu just bowed slightly: "I am just going ahead on behalf of my master. The people the Grand Master wants to see will be seen tonight."
Looking at Lin Yu who was respectful to Wen Jirou, even Ranchen behind him couldn't help but joked in a low voice: "It seems that your grand master has been quite successful. Until now, these secret guards are... People still respect you so much when they see you.”
Hearing the teasing words from the person behind her, Wen Jirou was speechless for a moment. After a while, she couldn't help but reply: "You think the atmosphere is not tense enough, right?"
Ranchen laughed twice awkwardly: "Isn't it because we are so nervous? Why don't we adjust the atmosphere? If the two of us end up here tonight, don't be so angry."
The cold moon seemed to have risen several heights, and even the moonlight seemed to have turned from hazy to brighter, illuminating the three figures under the moon even brighter.
A footsteps came from behind Lin Yu. It was very soft. The person seemed to be still some distance away, but it fell into Wen Jirou's ears so impartially.
"Someone is coming." Wen Jirou said to Ranchen.
Ranchen, who was standing behind Wen Jirou, immediately put away the awkward smile on his face just now and put on an extremely serious expression. He ignored Lin Yu's direction behind him, but quietly put his hand deep into his arms.
"We haven't seen you for many years. How are you doing, Mrs. Wen?"
A deep voice came from the darkness, and the footsteps became more and more obvious.
When Lin Yu heard the voice coming from behind him, he turned sideways and silently retreated to a tree nearby. The shadow of the tree suddenly shrouded his whole body in darkness.
Another shadow walked out of the darkness and fell under the moonlight.
In the hand of the visitor was a fan made of gold and jade silk pendants and white jade ribs, which he was fanning. A few strands of hair fluttered with the wind brought by the fan, crossing the handsome face.
Wearing a dark robe, embellished with golden dragons, a sapphire ribbon, and a white jade crown on his head, the face of the future person is extraordinarily noble.
"Your Majesty, you still condescend to come." Wen Jirou smiled coldly.
There seemed to be a faint murderous aura surging between Xiao Yanjing's sword-shaped eyebrows, but his eyes were slightly curved, as if showing a smile: "Master Wen invited me, how could I not come?"
After saying that, he exerted a little force on his right hand and instantly retracted the jade bone fan in his hand. He hit the palm of his left palm intentionally or unintentionally with the handle of the fan.
That day when Sun Tian presented the jade bone to the fan, he knew that Wen Jirou was not only alive, but also alive and well. His first instinct at that time was to send all the troops to surround Yunzhong City and kill Wen Jirou.
But after calming down, he realized that this was just Wen Jirou's way of irritating him.
Just when he picked up the fan and wanted to throw it to the ground, the pendant made of gold and jade wire caught his attention.
"Eunuch Li, come here with the lamp."
"嗻."
Although Li Fuzhen is old, his hands and feet are no worse than those of a young man at critical moments. He quickly took down another lamp from the candlestick on the side of the hall and held it up in front of Xiao Yanjing.
The bright candlelight shone on the jade bone fan in his hand, and the handle of the fan emitted a glowing light. Even Li Fuzhen on the side couldn't help but sigh, what a fan.
But Xiao Yanjing was not attracted by the fan bone at all, but his eyes fell on the string of pendants hanging on the tail of the fan.
There seems to be something entangled in the golden thread?
He stretched out his little finger and gently picked at the golden thread. The golden thread that was supposed to be very strong actually turned up, which surprised Li Fuzhen who was holding the lamp on the side.
As the golden threads were pulled apart one by one by Xiao Yanjing, the contents inside were also exposed to the air.
It looks like an extremely thin piece of silk.
Xiao Yanjing used two fingers to pull out the silk, and the silk as light as cicada's wings lay gently in his palm.
There seemed to be writing on it, and Li Fuzhen on the side couldn't help but want to poke his head in to take a look, but the writing was too small for him to see clearly.
But he could see Xiao Yanjing's face clearly.
He could clearly feel the Lord's expression getting darker and darker.
The hand with clear joints held the silk tightly, and the joints began to turn slightly white due to the owner's excessive exertion.
Xiao Yanjing laughed.
"Wen Jirou, you are indeed the person who understands me best in the world. The more you understand me, the more I want to kill you. On this side, I agree."
I just want to see, does God favor you, a person of unknown origin, or me, the destined one?
"Eunuch Li, inform Manager Lin that it seems we are going south."
