Crown Jewels

Chapter 160

Seeing this, the man hurried forward to move a stool for him.

"My lord, the soil turned up under the apple tree is because my mother-in-law was troubled two days ago. She insisted on burying two jars of daughter's red for the daughter of the family. She said that she would marry decently in the future, which is also my father's intention."

"The little one couldn't resist that dead woman, so I specially brewed a few bottles of wine, thinking that if I buried it under the old apple tree, I would also be able to enjoy this blessing. It is really impossible to hide something from a nobleman, the official is clear. !"

As he said that, the man stepped forward to pick up the shovel in the corner, and started working on the new soil under the apple tree. In less than half an hour, he did dig out three bottles of Nurhong with red seals.

The red cloth on it was still intact, and there was no smell of wine escaping. It looked like something that had been buried in the past few days. The man rushed forward in surprise and asked the officers and soldiers to check.

"Hey--"

"My lord, my lord, please be merciful—"

However, as soon as the man came to the front, the leader of the officers and soldiers signaled that the officers and soldiers behind him stepped forward, and seven or eight officers and soldiers dug and dug. The huge apple tree followed the local tyrants dug out by the man before burying the wine, revealing the criss-crossing and circling poor roots. It was covered with wet soil.

The officers and soldiers rummaged under the apple tree and the entire yard, but they didn't see the shadow of half of the coffin that the master said this morning.

He didn't find any clues, which made the leader of the officers and soldiers look unhappy. When he looked at the heartbroken man huddled beside him, he couldn't suppress the unhappiness in his eyes.

The sound of the scabbard colliding caused the air to hiss in the air of the house.

The screaming man and his wife trembled as they hugged each other, and quickly choked back their crying. The leader of the officers and soldiers looked at the couple coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the team of seven or eight people left the house one by one, leaving a mess all over the house. , The fruit pit flew up.

The man sitting crookedly on the ground embraced his wife, got up and picked up the big broom, and started to clean up the mess in the courtyard, but he heard the sound of the officers and soldiers knocking open another vegetarian house, and the sound of pots, pans and pans flying around inside. , the crying sound of children wrinkling their faces and wailing.

The banging sound in my ears still didn't stop, and it wasn't until after noon that the chaos of the whole street disappeared completely with the retreat of the team of officers and soldiers.

The man holding the broom was leaning against the door frame, and the sound of the scabbard colliding and leaving, the whole street regained some silence, and the hanging heart finally fell, and he exchanged glances with the woman in the courtyard.

The two immediately put down the tools in their hands and hurried back to the wing room. Looking at the wrinkled bed on the kang, they quickly helped the mother-in-law to roll away the bedding on the kang, not daring to sleep more on the kang...

The orange afterglow slanted on the courtyard.

The woman's whole figure was reflected in the setting sun, the arrow in her hand was like lightning, but when it landed on the distant target, it always missed the direction, and the shadow cast on the ground fluttered and trembled, as if something was always missing.

Song Yan sat on the round stool, saw this and didn't get up, came behind Gu Baozhu, stabilized her wrist with his right arm, and the two figures overlapped on the ground, casting a black shadow.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of arrow feathers pierced the sky, and the tail of the arrow trembled and roared, but the arrow stably inserted into the target.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu was about to take an arrow, Song Yan simply reached out to take the longbow in her hand, because the wound on his left shoulder hadn't healed yet, at this moment he took out an embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve with his right hand, and covered the woman with red marks on the bowstring. hands.

Across the soft silk handkerchief, Song Yan rubbed her fingers lightly to relieve the tension in her fingers. Maybe Gu Baozhu was thinking about something at this moment, but she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Song Yan's actions.

Lifting his eyelids and looking at Gu Baozhu, seeing that she still didn't know what to think about, Song Yan squeezed her fingers through the veil.

"But you're still worried about the coffin being discovered by those officers and soldiers?"

The incident happened suddenly, and the sky was cloudy for several days. "Prince Gong" found that the coffin was missing. In addition to tracing the traces left by Ding Wen on purpose, it is natural to think that the coffin has a big target and is not easy to move. Hidden in an alley very close to that place.

However, time was limited, and the number of officers and soldiers who could be mobilized was small, and it was impossible to seriously dig three feet through strict investigations. In addition, the streets and alleys were so big, Gu Baozhu was actually not worried about this.

"Song Yan, I'm not worried about this. No one would have thought of building the coffin in the earth kang, and if something goes wrong, the people in Zhuangzi will report to me."

"I am……"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and wherever his eyes went, the corners of the woman's lips were still tight, and her expression was a little sullen, and the tails of her usual upturned eyes were not as bright as before, and she looked restless, as if she was still worried about something.

As the sun was setting, Song Yan let go of Gu Baozhu's hand, folded the handkerchief into his bosom, and suddenly understood something.

"Princess, you actually... have already guessed it in your heart, right?"

Although Qian Wu's autopsy results have not yet come out, in fact, Song Yan felt that Gu Baozhu had guessed in his heart that the person in the coffin would be her real father, Gu Ye.

What made Gu Baozhu so uneasy, other than the fear that the coffin would be discovered by the fake Prince Gong, could only be the result of Qian Wu's autopsy.

Gu Baozhu was slightly stunned, and looked up at Song Yan subconsciously. When their eyes met, she could see her uneasiness and fear in his dark pupils, but it was precisely because of this gaze that her uneasiness and fear seemed to be in the air. Slowly dissolving, she felt a little power from his gaze, and that power made her have to muster up the courage to face up to the things buried in her heart that she didn't want to face.

Ruqun wrinkled, Gu Baozhu pursed her lips stubbornly, even so, she still didn't want to easily accept the voice in her heart.

As long as the results of the final autopsy did not come out, she would still think that her father Gu Ye was still alive and waiting for her in an unknown place.

The cool autumn wind blows towards the evening, blowing Gu Baozhu's hair on the sideburns.

The woman's back was slightly stiff, and her whole body seemed to be in a tense string, but the more she was like this, the more she made Gu Baozhu feel lonely and pitiful.

Song Yan pursed his lips, and he patted Gu Baozhu's shoulder lightly, with a hint of reassurance, and his tone was light as if promising.

"Princess, no matter what—"

"I'm here! You won't be alone, fighting alone..."

In the dusk of the evening, the boy spoke slowly and patiently.

Such a gentle coaxing voice, mixed with the cool autumn wind, accompanied by the young man's star-like eyes.

Gu Baozhu felt that Song Yan in front of him was like a huge luminous body, so warm and dazzling that people couldn't help but want to hug him, absorb the warmth from his body, and suppress the uneasiness in his heart, as if, regardless of the last No matter what the result is, there will be a strong backing behind him.

The originally tense nerves gradually relaxed as if they were soothed by these words.

After the body relaxed, the gradually cooling night wind seemed to permeate every hole.

Gu Baozhu's body couldn't hold back and flinched. The next moment, the cloak with the warmth and breath of a teenager fell on her shoulders, and she seemed to be wrapped in warmth and strength in an instant.

The cool breeze is still there, and the evening is over.

In the Zhuangzi among the mountains and forests, the stars were shining in the evening, Gu Baozhu tightened the cloak around her body.

The cold air inhaled in her lungs, accompanied by the warmth of the cloak on her body, made her feel that the tightness and irritability in her chest seemed to have gone away.

Seeing the woman's expression gradually relax, Song Yan's brows and eyes also began to soften.

The young man looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the surrounding stars were shining brightly, there were rustling sounds of autumn insects in the woods, and night birds fluttered their wings occasionally.

"The princess... has he ever climbed the beam—"

(End of this chapter)