Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 1024 Afterword, there will be no period afterward (3)
But Master Shuangbai may have some important orders to appear here.

Shuangbai looked at the sky, didn't deny it, and didn't answer directly, just nodded lightly.

The government soldiers only thought that he had something important to do, so they all retreated wisely and went to do their own things.

Shuangbai stood by the door, looking at the door with deep eyes.

The sky was getting brighter, and there was a knock on the door, and the government soldiers went to open the door. There was already a line of caravans dressed as foot traders outside the door, which could only be seen from their darker complexion than ordinary people and their short, lean stature. It turns out that these people are not the same as the Central Plains people, but you can't tell if you don't look closely.

After all, this is a time when the world is in chaos, who would pay attention to such a caravan?

The person in charge used to be someone close to Jiu Cui, and had also seen Shuangbai before. When he first saw Shuangbai standing at the door, he didn't think too much about it. He just thought that he was ordered to send someone off, even though Princess Wenjia had already said that he would not Someone is here to deliver it.

But after he was stunned for a moment, he still cupped his fists and said, "Master Shuangbai, we are ordered to pick up Princess Jiuzan."

Shuangbai nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

The girl sounded in a dazed and puzzled voice: "Master Shuangbai?"

He froze slightly, but still turned around Shi Shiran and looked at the girl who was also dressed as a traveling merchant, and smiled slightly: "It's me."

Jiuzan looked at him and smiled: "Is Master Shuangbai here to see me off, or is he here to make up for my overturned Wangyou?"

Shuangbai looked at her looking at himself with a calm expression that was a little bit teasing, but there was no shyness or discomfort in the slightest.

His eyes are dark, he has always been calm and sober, but yesterday's dream...was too real, and the scratch on his arm also made him suspicious, but if he was caught while drinking too much, The traces are also justified.

It's just that Jiuzan's calm made him have to doubt again... Maybe it was really a hallucination born of his own drinking.

He smiled slightly: "If I said that I came to ask you for the recipe of Wangyou, then the wine is so special that it can make me fall in love."

Jiuzan said teasingly: "Yes, who would have thought that Master Shuangbai, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, would lose his composure and grab someone's sleeve to confide..."

"Cough cough cough..." Shuangbai coughed dryly.

Sensing the inexplicable gazes from the people around, Jiuzan smiled, and changed the subject obediently: "This Wangyou is the secret wine of my Miao family, it's not surprising that ordinary people will lose their minds after drinking it. "

She paused, walked over to him, handed the things she brought to the person who came to pick her up, and at the same time smiled faintly: "There's nothing wrong with sleeping in a dream and forgetting the worries in front of and behind you, isn't it? Stuff is a secret recipe and can't be given to anyone, sorry."

Shuangbai looked at the person in front of him, Jiuzan had a small honey-colored face, clear and bright eyes, a neat bunt, a slender waist wrapped around a black belt, and a small sword on his waist.

This attire couldn't be more ordinary, but for some reason, when he looked at it today, he felt that it made the complexion of the person in front of him more beautiful and lean.

It's just that she has long since lost the willful and self-willedness of the girl who was a mountain elf a few years ago.

For some reason, this kind of cognition made him feel a little regretful.

"If we met at the beginning of the year, Princess Jiuzan would not be so smooth."

Jiuzan paused as he threw the burden in his hand onto the horse's back and placed it on the horse's back: "Without one person, one thing will remain the same for years."

Shuangbai looked at her somewhat thin back, with inexplicably complicated emotions in his heart, of course he knew how difficult and difficult her life had been these years.

His eyes were dim, and he sighed softly: "The moon is full and the moon is short, just like everything in the world."

Jiuzan stood leaning on the saddle without turning her head, the cool morning breeze gently passed through her hair.

Shuangbai didn't look at her either, but landed on a linden tree next to her, as if his thoughts were all resting on the blue dewy leaves.

There was a strange silence between the two, like a cool morning breeze brushing his hair and her ears.

This silence was short, but it seemed very long.

It was so short that no one noticed this strangeness, but it was long enough to recall the vague intersections between these years, or those subtle emotions that hurt others.

The morning breeze, passing gently between each other's hair and clothes, dissipated without a trace.

With his back turned to him, Jiuzan suddenly said, "Uncle, are you going to burn her a piano or a silk handkerchief for this winter festival?"

Shuangbai was startled, every year he would burn something for Yunji that she liked when she was a teenager, just like Jiuzan would burn some paper money and wine for Akui every year, and he once laughed at her vulgarity.

He paused, and said casually: "There are frequent wars, so it's all right to burn some manuscripts. She also likes to read some miscellaneous notes, how about you?"

Jiuzan didn't answer right away, she was silent for a while, and then smiled lightly: "It's over, I'm going back, actually he won't want to see me."

As she spoke, she got on the horse neatly, and then turned her face to look at him, her lips curled up slightly, showing a faint smile: "I'm leaving, and there will be no future."

Shuangbai looked at her, his eyes gradually darkened, the two of them stared at each other for a long time, or maybe it was only a moment, he said casually: "Yes."

Jiuzan smiled, turned the horse's head, and galloped towards the place where the morning light rose: "Let's go, drive!"

The people in the caravan clasped their fists at Shuangbai one after another, and immediately followed her and galloped away.

Shuangbai watched as her figure gradually disappeared at the other end of the long street. The rising sun gradually cast golden light, like a rising cold tide, but there was no warmth, and that slender figure gradually melted away. In that light.

It was as if she had never existed, just like so many passers-by in his life, without leaving any mark.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and was lost in the rising noise of the morning market crowd.

Only the cold wind and sunlight remain.

Shuangbai stood quietly, looking into the distance, people around, coming and going, talking, laughing, cursing, shouting, children crying, women yelling, men hawking, so lively.

(End of this chapter)