Crown Jewels

Chapter 227 Si Nian's Late Arrival

The thick ink was smudged and smudged, ruining the entire verdict that was about to be completed.

The pen tube knocked against the table with a crisp sound, Qi Yuan's peach blossom eyes wrinkled, he quickly got up and asked the prison minister carefully.

"Recently, the gate of the city has been closed, and the entrance and exit are heavily guarded. How can a frail woman get out of the gate of Lin'an without paperwork?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yuan suddenly thought of something, and confirmed with horror.

"Did you ask the guards at the gate, are there any ancient scholars holding official documents recently, leaving the city and walking towards the official road to the south?"

Qi Yuan raised his eyes and saw Wang Yucheng's mouth wide open in surprise, and his heart jumped violently. He glanced at the sky outside and quickly put on his cloak and rain gear. .

"You immediately send someone to the southern suburbs, please return the ancient mountain chief Lu Jiuxi, that is, Qi Yuan has urgent matters to discuss—"

"Where is the watchman, I will lead the troops to the southern official road first, and then you will bring the mountain chief to join me!"

Qi Yuan's eyebrows were stained with righteousness, he was no longer the usual gentleness, Wang Yucheng didn't dare to delay, and quickly took orders.

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In the depths of the dense forest was the figure of a man, his steps were firm and never stopped by the rain. Even though his eyes had adapted to the darkness of night travel, Fu Sinian was still hovering in the forest, his footsteps simply stopped in place, and the boy closed his eyes and immersed himself in the sound of the rain , The wind that passed through the traceless night rain, the darkness seemed to cover everything, and suddenly the right ear of the young man with embroidered spring swords shrugged.

Fu Sinian lifted off his sticky flying fish suit, and quickly heard the slight neighing sound in the mountains and forests, and saw the carriage lying on its back in the clearing, and the messy horses turned sideways in the puddles. In the dark night, only his eyes caught the rain It was astonishingly bright under the infiltration, and painful neighing came from the cold nasal cavity occasionally.

The young man frowned, and walked in the direction of the wreckage of the carriage. Puddles reflected on the ground could be seen sparsely, which should be traces left by someone being dragged before the thunderstorm. Going forward, it fell to the big banyan tree whistling by the evening wind in the forest on the mountain road.

The sound of puddles splashed everywhere, and the dead branches and leaves were trampled muffled.

"Miss Shen—"

The muffled voice echoed in the forest, and was quickly absorbed by the sound of the rain without any splash.

Fu Sinian stood still on the spot, looked around for a moment, but still didn't find any clues, the young man gritted his teeth and lifted the embroidered spring knife between his crotch, untied the purse from his waist, squeezed the edge of it in his hand and squeezed out the Greek water. Familiar with reaching in to avoid the water-soaked bamboo dragonfly, he quickly took out the water-soaked firefly. There was a sound of friction and tearing. The young man bowed his body to block the firefly under him. The rain curtain hit Fu Sinian and automatically split into two strands. A woven water curtain is formed along the boy's back on both sides, and only those who bow down or carefully protect it.

Fu Sinian gritted his teeth and tried a few more times, but the flame only flickered and then went out quickly, and he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity to observe the surrounding darkness. The young man frowned and rubbed his fingers together. The speed was faster, and the mouth was poured with fishy and sweet rainwater. The half-dead fire finally flickered a weak flame, bringing a little darkness to the darkness behind the banyan tree.

Before the light in the young man's eyes could be fully ignited, Fu Sinian's back froze when the fragments of the green skirt and the scene beside the banyan tree in his sight made Fu Sinian's back stiff. His lips trembled with difficulty, and then he rushed towards the banyan tree in two or three steps.

There was a sound of mud and stagnant water being trampled on, but Fu Sinian's figure suddenly stopped, his stiff back seemed to be afraid of something, his feet were heavy, and it was difficult to move forward as if poured with lead. The outline of the figure was blurred, and the young man held the scabbard firmly with his wrist again. The raindrops flowed down the hair, past the eyelids and into the neck, and the bent eyelashes were condensed in the water.

Drops of water dripped from his hair, and the young man had no time to close his eyes. The coolness piercing into his pupils accompanied by the rotten air of the mountain stream brought Fu Sinian back to his mind. muddy water.

The boy's teeth chattered, his stiff lips moved, and he silently called out the word "Miss Shen", but no response was heard.

A trembling hand stretched out the black hair sticking to the woman's forehead, revealing the bruises and redness of the cloth after being tortured. Fu Sinian's pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of the frozen bruises dilated and flushed. His eyes swept over Shen Lanqing's torn clothes, and his fair skin was covered with bruises after being messed up.

The heart in the chest seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, and the hand covering Shen Lanqing's forehead stopped at the tip of her nose, and the blood in her whole body stagnated instantly. Fu Sinian held his breath and tried to feel the spraying breath, the young man's back stiffened for a moment, The corners of his eyes showed stubborn stubbornness.

Fu Sinian quickly withdrew his hands, rubbed his cold and stiff hands fiercely, and kept warming his hands by breathing close to his lips. In the rain, the veins on the back of the man's hands twitched, showing the fragility of life. It was so clear and shallow that Fu Sinian retracted his fingers like an electric shock, his stiff lips parted and finally made those eyes warm with emotion.

The young man hurriedly got up, threw the Xiuchun knife into the puddle, took off the flying fish suit on his body, took off the warm outer shirt, gritted his teeth and untied the hemp rope that bound Shen Lanqing's hands. Weakly hanging down, it fell firmly into Fu Sinian's big hands.

Gently move your hands, let Shen Lanqing sit halfway on his body, Fu Sinian put on her coat, carefully covered the woman's skin exposed behind the buttons, then took the flying fish suit on the young man, carefully wiped off the dirt on her face rainwater.

Fu Sinian hugged Shen Lanqing tightly, shielding her from the wind and rain, with his cheek against hers, desperately trying to share the warmth of his body with her.

In a daze, Shen Lanqing seemed to hear someone calling her name, the bone-chilling coldness in her daze seemed to be far away from her, and her whole body seemed to be under the warm sunshine, the gentle and dazzling sunlight could dispel the damp cold that rots and takes root.

She has stayed in the dark Yudong for a long time since she was a child. Sunshine is a luxury for her. She desperately wants to get close but is afraid of being burned, but subconsciously, only Shen Lanqing knows how important that light is. I have it, but I also squat in the dark tide and look forward to the rising sun. I also thought about taking the dazzling sunshine as my own, even if I can only possess it for a short time in the moths to the flame, even if it is destined to be burned by the scorching sun. It's hard to be whole.

Shen Lanqing's fingers trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab the warmth. The young man who had been paying attention to him noticed the subtle movements. Fu Sinian quickly grabbed his wrist and repeated the call in her ear, her brows and eyes trembling. Trembling, in the hazy vision, Shen Lanqing really saw the gleam, and she was grinning at the moment, with two rows of white teeth grinning under the sunny smile.

The eyes slowly fixed the focus, and the light source became clearer and clearer. Shen Lanqing's empty eyes were filled with subtle joy, but this appearance fell in Fu Sinian's eyes, but it made him feel uncomfortable. The eyebrows and eyes made her paler, and the cold purple lips were matched with the fragile and broken like smoke, and the drooping and hoarse voice called out the word Fu Sinian.

But the appearance of trying his best is so fragile that it seems to be gone with the wind in the next moment.

(End of this chapter)