Crown Jewels

Chapter 224 Qi Yuan's Helplessness

Shen Lanqing presented the official documents that had been prepared, and the city gate guards checked them according to the procedures, and finally they were willing to let them go.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhang He, the gate of the city, spit out the carriage that was slowly leaving the city of Lin'an.

The silhouette of the carriage is projected on the ground, forming a shadow that is getting further and further away...

The security in Lin'an City is so strict that not only the guards at the city gate cannot go to the government office on time.

Even the Dali Temple in Yiningfang has not caught many thieves these days.

The files on the desk were piled high, and Qi Yuan was buried at the top of the desk.

"Rizheng, watch out for your eyes—"

Master Li, who was in charge of copying the files, had no choice but to put the files in his hand on the empty table. Then, he picked up the torch and lit the lamps in the room.

Only then did Qi Yuan raise his head, and glanced at the sky outside, it turned out that it was getting late.

Master Li saw the blankness in Qi Yuan's eyes, shook his head and smiled silently, both as a tease and as a consolation.

"Let's be honest, I can't finish reading the files. What's more, Dali Temple has recently imprisoned many new criminals. You might as well go back to the mansion to have a hot meal. After all, the newlyweds should also accompany Mrs. Qi, otherwise , the head of the bed and the tail of the bed in the house in this mansion do not fit together, and that will delay your energy in running errands."

Director Li winked his eyes at Qi Yuan, teasing and admonishing Qi Yuan based on the experience of those who have experienced it, which made other directors in the hall laugh, and their eyes were full of hopeful expressions. This teasing made the originally depressed government office a little easier .

At the same time, Master Li, who entered Dali Temple this year as a Jinshi, was about the same age as him, so he was able to make some jokes.

Qi Yuan put down the file a little bit, pressed his dull temples, with a clear smile on his face

"Naturally, we should advance and retreat together with everyone. There is no reason for me to go back first." He shook his head helplessly.

"It's not bad for these last few files, just work hard."

That's how I said it, but when Qi Yuan picked up the file again, the candles in front of the table were flickering, and the drooping eyelids cast shadows on the file, the words of Mr. Li echoed in his mind repeatedly, and he thought of Jiang Chengcheng in the inner house. , Qi Yuan became restless for no reason, until he calmed down and sorted out his emotions, Qi Yuan's attention returned to the dossier in his hand again.

The Gululu carriage rolled over the official road and drove into the lush woods.

But suddenly, the galloping horse neighed fiercely, and the original coachman fell from the carriage, gurgling hot blood gushing on the green grass, staining the reddish-yellow soil, the horse frightened and ran forward crazily, then the rut suddenly broke, and the people turned upside down Suddenly, the attendant in the carriage fell out, Shen Lanqing felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, his hands were trapped on a wooden stake by the rope.

Opening her eyes in a daze, Shen Lanqing, who had just focused her eyes, met the man's gloomy eyes.

The suddenly enlarged face of the man made Shen Lanqing back subconsciously, but the back of her head hit the tree trunk behind her, and a dull dull pain came. Before she could fully adapt, her jaw was suddenly pinched hard by rough hands, and her nails smashed into it. The strength of the flesh is full of pleasure of revenge.

The snort that stuck to the ear was sinister, this was Jiang Shan that Shen Lanqing had never seen before.The man rubbed the soft flesh of the woman's chin with his hands, and there was a bit of teasing and teasing in his eyes. Shen Lanqing glanced at his face with intent, this repulsive look seemed to instantly anger the person in front of him.

A resounding "slap" slapped Shen Lanqing's cheeks swollen from the suddenness. Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes and squeezed her jaw to force her to look at him. People suffocate.

"I ask you--"

"That day in Xingqing Tower, why didn't you come here, bitch?"

Shen Lanqing braced her will, and her eyes showed Jiang Shan's different madness from the past, which made her subconsciously open her mouth and gasp for breath, the strength of her jaw increased as if she was staring closely, her dark eyebrows and long eyelashes drooped weakly, and she said a few words for a long time.

"At first—"

"I never promised you this..." "Bitch!"

The strength at the lower jaw tightened, causing the back of Shen Lanqing's head to hit the tree trunk behind him, revealing the woman's fair and slender neck, and the thin blue blood vessels hidden under the delicate skin, making the woman more delicate, Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes, The fingertips rubbed the soft flesh of the skin.

The chilly voice made people's hairs stand on end, and suddenly it was close to Shen Lanqing's ear, with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I warned you, the thing I hate the most is ungrateful women—"

"But why do you refuse to listen to me?"

"In that case, you should be punished!"

"Um--"

In the line of sight, Jiang Shan's brows were stern, like an evil ghost covering the world, with blue veins popping out of the back of his hand with his chin raised, his unscrupulous gaze went down Shen Lanqing's fair and fair neck, stopping between the undulating curves, his eyes darkened.

In the collision, the red maple leaves rustled to the ground, and there were dots of blue butterfly clothes fluttering. The sound of the green cloth being torn resounded in the woods in the empty valley, suppressing the suffocating despair...

The palm of the palm was slapped on the crown of the tree, venting dissatisfaction with being neglected, and the maple leaves fell all over the ground, making a crisp sound when stepping on the boots. However, since the bamboo dragonfly he made with his own hands and his thoughts are not valued by others, it is better to finish it with his own hands.

But his eyes fell on the bamboo dragonfly that had been broken into two pieces. Deep in his heart, he still felt strong reluctance. Fu Sinian tore off the embroidery knife from his waist and threw it on the haystack beside him. He found a place with a wide view on the cliff. , looking in the direction south of Lin'an.

At the end of the line of sight, there was occasional sound of horseshoes, which seemed to be trampling on the young man's heart. Fu Sinian held the bamboo dragonfly tightly, with a bit of struggle in his brows and eyes. Seeing the afterglow of the sunset, it was the last chance to say goodbye after nightfall And there will be none.

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly jumped up from the mound of soil, and the grass dust on the flying fish suit was too late to clean up, so he hurriedly raised the Xiuchun knife, holding the bamboo dragonfly's left hand into a fist, like an arrow leaving the string, He ran towards the city gate down the mountain.

The breeze rolled up the maple leaves, and the young man's long legs threw them far behind him. In the dust, Fu Sinian pulled back his body and feet, but suddenly stopped in the dust. with doubts.

Under the warm orange light in the mountains, Fu Sinian picked up the bamboo dragonfly, turned it over, and saw three familiar characters carved with a carving knife on the back of the two wings.

"Fu-Si-Nian"

This word was engraved with a knife, with a strong character, and the Tibetan peak at the end of the gesture is flat and flat, which is the familiar brush that Fu Sinian has come into contact with when he asked her to outline the key points countless times. Fu Sinian froze for a moment, and suddenly turned over Bamboo Dragonfly looked up and down, and the regret in his eyes almost overflowed.

The bamboo dragonfly in front of him is almost exactly the same as the one he gave him back then.

But...but not the original one.

This should... She made the splicing by herself according to the one he gave, painted it with red paint, and engraved his name on it.

After repenting, the young man felt a nervous panic.

If he misunderstood her like that, will Miss Shen really...

Fu Sinian shook his head, dismissing the emotions in his heart, and when he looked up again, the young man held the handle of the knife in his waist and abdomen, with a trace of firmness in his brows and eyes.

On the official road to the south of Lin'an City, there was the sound of horseshoes trampling the void, and the whip flew between the hooves, with an unmatched speed.

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(End of this chapter)