Beside a dilapidated fence, Yue Buqi and Ye Wumian stopped.
The plum blossom-shaped footprints stretched out next to it, and the few golden hairs that fell were not covered by the heavy snow.
Whose rhubarb passed by this time?
"This is a good place to talk. I may not always be able to answer, but if you have any questions, you can ask them. Be sure to ask them clearly."
There was no hot breath coming out of Yue Buqi's mouth as he spoke, which was in sharp contrast to the white puff of breath coming from Ye Wumian's casual words.
This person seemed to be cold from the inside out.
Ye Wumian felt the surrounding environment, and a wry smile emerged.
There is no place to sit, no shelter, heavy snow is falling, and strong wind is blowing. If you don't have the inner strength to carry it, you may freeze to death. How can this place be a good place to talk?
But the field of vision is wide and empty, with no one in sight, and the only sounds in my ears are the noise of wind and snow, and the sound of cold water flowing under the ice.
Perhaps, in a way, this is indeed a place for conversation.
After a sleepless night, he stopped procrastinating and said straight to the point: "Where is my young lady now?"
After asking, his heart inevitably tightened, fearing that Yue Buqi would not answer the question.
Fortunately, Yue Buqi only hesitated for a while and then said: "Calculating the distance, I'm afraid we will soon reach Anhua County."
"Anhua?"
He almost jumped up, with his heart hanging high again. He looked at Yue Buqi, not afraid that he was a strong man in the Qinsui realm, and questioned: "Why Anhua? Did she go there by herself, or did she go there by herself? You...or was it Yanzhao Sangu who sent her there?"
It took him more than ten or twenty days of hardships to bring Luo Xiangzhu from his hometown in Anhua to Changsha. Now, only three days later, Yue Buqi and others managed to send Luo Xiangzhu back again.
In this way, all the hardships he suffered along the way and the desperate rush to the palace to save people were all in vain?
Yue Buqi said calmly: "I'm just passing by."
Four simple words finally made him feel relieved.
For some reason, he had an almost worshipful belief in Yue Buqi. He didn't doubt every word he said, he believed it completely.
Perhaps it was because of age, Ye Wumian was sixteen years old, and Yue Buqi was in his thirties, nearly twenty years older than him. Or maybe it was his temperament, or even the name Yue Buqi itself, that gave him no reason to doubt.
"Thank you." He calmed down and tried to wait for Yue Buqi to finish speaking before putting forward his own opinions.
"Since we are passing by, where are you going to take my lady?"
Yue Buqi said directly this time: "Sichuan, Qingcheng Mountain."
"Why there?"
Yue Buqi looked at Ye Wumian, with a complicated expression in his cold eyes: "Since you are the daughter of Jinzhu, it doesn't hurt to tell you. We were planning to go to Chengdu Mansion to look for traces of Luo Fanxi, now The three orphans of Yanzhao took the first step and escorted Jinzhu's surviving daughter to live with an old friend of mine in Qingcheng Mountain. It can be regarded as a temporary stay. As for what will happen in the future, we have to wait and see."
Mentioning Luo Fanxi brought up a series of difficult questions, leaving me sleepless and feeling a headache. I just feel like I have no clue, and I don’t even know where to start from where to ask.
I had to pick up the doubts in front of me and said: "Jinzhu's widow? Why do you and the Yanzhao three orphans call my lady Jinzhu's widow?"
Yue Buqi shook his head: "Change the question."
"I……"
That night during the battle in the palace, when he asked Han Shanqing about "Jinzhu's widow", the other party remained silent. Yue Buqi was the same way today.
"That's all."
He has so many frivolous words and is so tight-lipped about this issue, let alone Yue Buqi? It's useless to ask again. In fact, he shouldn't bring up the old things again.
"Then tell me the origins of the three orphans of Yanzhao and the reason why they and you went to rescue my young lady. You can always ask this question, right?"
Yue Buqi was silent for a while, and his eyes became deep.
He looked into the distance. In the distance, the green mountains were hidden in the wind and snow. There was a singing girl with half-hidden face holding a pipa, a returnee on a snowy night.
It took a long time before he spoke.
"This is actually two questions, but I can only answer your first question, which is the origin of the three orphans of Yanzhao."
He asked about Ye Wumian: "Have you heard of the Yan-Zhao Alliance?"
Ye Wumian was confused for a moment before picking up a clue from the corner of his memory: "Are you talking about a killer organization that flourished during the reign of the late emperor?"
Yue Buqi nodded and said: "Yes, the Yan-Zhao League was established in the first year of Zhengde. It was founded by Emperor Zhengde. The Yan-Zhao League, like the Jin Yiwei, was only loyal to the emperor; but the Jin Yiwei was in charge of the court, while the Yan-Zhao League was in charge of the court. Yu Jianghu."
"But according to my memory, last year, in October of the 16th year of Zhengde, when I was staying in Anhua, I had a chat with Mrs. Jingyi, saying that I would no longer be able to communicate openly with the Yanzhao League in the future. This again Why?"
Regarding the question raised by Ye Wumian, Yue Buqi sneered. Suddenly, Ye Wumian felt that it was not that cold in the wilderness anymore.
"Your memory is not wrong, but some people are wrong. In April of the 16th year of Zhengde, the new emperor ascended the throne. In May, he issued an edict to annihilate the Yanzhao League. After three months of hunting, almost the entire Yanzhao League was destroyed. Only three of them escaped the disaster and survived by luck because they went out to perform tasks. The three of them were determined to inherit the legacy of the Yan-Zhao Alliance, so the world called them the Three Orphans of Yan-Zhao."
Only then did Ye Wumian remember that Han Shan Qing and the three orphans of Yan and Zhao were all wearing sackcloth and mourning when they were moving that night. They had felt something strange at first, but now they realized that they were carrying the blood feud of the entire alliance, so they were dressed in mourning clothes.
He remained silent.
Yue Buqi told him about the three orphans of Yan and Zhao, but refused to tell him why the three orphans of Yan and Zhao wanted to save Luo Xiangzhu.
Since Yue Buqi refused to say anything, he seemed to have nothing to ask.
Yue Buqi showed a rare smile. Although it was not very natural, it added a touch of softness to his icy face.
"Aren't you going to ask me about Luofan Creek?"
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and said: "You don't know that the first time I met you was at the Zhemei Inn on the Tea Horse Road. Judging from the questions you asked Liu Chengkong at that time, I'm afraid you may not necessarily know what happened to the master. More than me. Even if you know more, you may not tell me when I ask you, so I won’t ask."
Yue Buqi glanced at him in surprise and nodded: "You are a smart man. Basically, as you said, firstly, I know very little, and secondly, I know what you don't know. If you ask about this I, I will never tell you that your current martial arts skills are too low and you know too much, which will only increase the danger."
Ye Wumian looked like "it's just as I expected" and sighed, looking at the big yellow dog's footprints on the snow in a daze.
"I saved you this time to make a promise with you, but I don't know if you are willing or not!" Yue Buqi suddenly said.
