Yusui Chang'an

Chapter 1205 Border Post
After finishing her work, Lin Jinyan sent Hong Jiu and the others away on the pretext of taking a nap, then curled up on the bed, took out the second page of letter and read it carefully again.

In addition to reporting safety, the entire letter is filled with greetings and thoughts that conceal longing, such as what food the person should bring back for him, what new tea he has released that he should bring back for him, etc.

He also said that he had aged a lot since leaving Beijing, and asked me not to forget my promise to return to Beijing.

Lin Jinyan, who was originally full of thoughts, looked at the full page of letter paper, and a faint shy smile appeared on her face. Her eyes also rippled. She covered her heartbeat that was sprouting under her chest and gently stroked the words on the paper with her fingers:

The important matters on the first page could be written before leaving and sent when the time is right, or someone from Mingye Pavilion could deliver the message to Hong Jiu.

But this person chose to write it after arriving in Zhangzhou, obviously just to have a legitimate reason to write the second page for himself to see.

I really don't miss any opportunity to express my feelings...

Lin Jinyan buried her face in her knees and sighed inaudibly, with a hint of fatigue and tenderness:
"An Zhixian..."
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Zhangzhou.

An Zhixian was wearing a dark-colored tight-sleeved outfit, with his hair tied up on top of his head. He held the jade pendant at his waist and stood in front of the window, looking towards Kyoto:

Calculating the time, she should have received the letter today. I wonder if she will think I am reckless... When I return to Beijing and make amends, she will probably forgive me...

Ling Yi pushed the door open with a black scarf in hand, and stepped lightly upon seeing this. An Zhixian sensed someone was there, turned to face Ling Yi, closed the window, and came to the table:
"Everything is arranged?"

Ling Yi: "Everything is ready. At noon the day before yesterday, the Pingnan delegation, after the last leg of their journey together, separated from the Yeliang delegation and headed south towards Pingnan.

Ye Liang went west alone without any delay on the way. According to his walking speed, he should be able to reach the nearest official post station tonight."

An Zhixian picked up the palm-sized celadon bottle on the table, his face as gloomy as water, his eyes as cold as ice:
"I will give this last medicine to him personally." Putting the medicine bottle in his arms, taking the sword hanging on the wall, An Zhixian took the black scarf handed to him by Ling Yi and was about to leave the house.

Just before stepping out of the room, he stopped, took off the jade pendant from his waist, and carefully placed it in the wooden box on the bookshelf.
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Tianchu border official post.

This place is close to the border between Tianchu and Yeliang, and is also the closest official post station between Tianchu and Yeliang.

It was three quarters past midnight, with a crescent moon in the sky and numerous stars as its companions, and the ground was coated with a faint silver-white light like frost.

A dozen men in black, wrapped so tightly that only a pair of eyes were exposed, leaning over a hillside about twenty feet away from the post station, staring closely at the guards guarding the yard of the post station.

As the mosquito repellent herbs in the corridor of the post station were more than half burned, the guard's eyes became increasingly blurred. By the time he realized something was wrong and wanted to shout for help, his body had already fallen limp to the ground. After struggling weakly for a moment, he fell completely asleep.

After all the guards lost consciousness, the man in black waited for another stick of incense before he swiftly entered the post station. He pressed the sleeping acupoints of the guards who had fainted on the ground one by one, left a few of his companions to guard the yard, and the rest of them entered the second floor of the post station with ease.

When I opened the first two doors, the people inside were unsurprisingly unconscious.

When the third door was opened, a knife suddenly stabbed out from inside the house without warning, and the tip of the knife was directly against the chest of the man in black who opened the door.

The man in black quickly leaned back to avoid the blow, and his back hit the handrail in the corridor. The blade just barely cut his sleeve. Although he managed to avoid the fatal blow, his body fell backwards.

The black-clad man's accomplice shouted "be careful" and quickly stepped forward to pull the black-clad man back from the stairs.