Reborn Empress Loves Farming

In the Jinzou garrison, there is a smell of newly painted red paint on the wooden pillars. It has been five or six years since the abolishment of Jinzou Garrison and its restoration. The garrison is also overgrown with weeds. When Han Minxing took someone to tear off the seal on the door, it was almost broken.

And now, after the renovation of the Ministry of industry, there has been the weather before.

After many years, Han Minxing stands here again, looking at the familiar scenes around him through the wooden edge window, but he can't find the restless and dull boy back then.

Things are, but people are not.

At the beginning, he stood here to listen to the training, and now he is a big figure in jinzhaowei. If that person is still alive, he will laugh and say: a yuan, I really underestimated you at the beginning. I'll treat you with new eyes after three days of absence!

Han Minxing laughs at himself. Now no one will call him a yuan, and no one will compete with him. He lowers his head, takes out a short sword from his waist, slowly opens the scabbard, and the cold light of that moment gathers in his pupils.

This sword is the only connection between Han Minxing and the past, and the last connection between that man and him.

Before knowing that man, Han Minxing never knew that there was such a proud young man in the world. He was so proud that people couldn't help trying to destroy his backbone.

His fingers gently caress up along the body of the sword, cool to the bone. There is a trace of obsession in Han Minxing's eyes. What he sees is not a sword, but a peerless beauty.

Although the sword is good, its body is incomplete. There is a small gap on the right side of the sword tip. Although it is not obvious, it obviously affects the value of the sword.

Han Minxing's fingers gently rubbed at the gap, his eyes as cold as a cold night outside the window.

The subordinate standing behind Han Minxing looks at the master and ponders over the sword. He can't help but feel puzzled. Over the years, the master who flatters the leader has been searching for the most famous sword for him. However, for some unknown reason, the master is only fond of this remnant sword.

"What you said is true?" Han Minxing suddenly asked softly.

The subordinate was first surprised, then immediately lowered his head, his eyes no longer dare to look at, he seriously replied: "yes, my subordinates had noticed that someone was digging deep into the affairs of the former Emperor, so they paid attention to it, but later the man suddenly disappeared, and then went to Qingzhou, which is the ancestral home of the adult. My subordinates thought it was very important, so they decided to report to the adult first It's a sound

Those who knew about the emperor in those years almost died, except for a few people in the former generation of jinzhaowei and some people who couldn't make waves. Were those people secretly pursuing and collecting evidence?

Han Minxing slightly turned his head and said without any fluctuation: "is there any news about that man now?"

The subordinate choked and said in a low voice, "Lord Hui, that man has never disappeared since his trip to Qingzhou."

Han Minxing was noncommittal. Playing with the white tassel on the hilt, he said: "let out some false information about the emperor, and then lead the man to take the bait. Then wait for the rabbit. Be sure to catch him alive!"

"Yes Subordinates go out to arrange.

Han Minxing's wrist turns and his sword scabbard comes back. It's very natural and beautiful. But when he holds the handle of the sword, the whole person starts to feel a little trance again. The action of collecting the sword is still taught by the person at the beginning, but when he doesn't do it perfectly, the person will laugh at his clumsiness.

But after laughing, he would teach him patiently, and often said to him, "this man should be like a sword, hiding in the scabbard at ordinary times, waiting for the opportunity, so that he can show his edge in wartime and surprise others!"

This sentence was deeply engraved in his mind. In the end, Han Minxing did as the man said, converging all his talents and keeping a low profile.

Until later, he personally poked the sword into the man's body. When he pulled out the sword, a mouth was missing from the sword, and it was no longer complete.

Just like his heart, from the moment he decided to help the emperor, there was a big gap in his heart.

Han Minxing knew that he was an inexorable evil, so he was just a little worse. Anyway, the end of his life had long been predestined, and he would die sooner or later.

"Oh, Miss Xie, why did you hurt your finger?" The running room of the inn surnamed Zhong is wiping the table and staring at Xie Lan'er's fingers wrapped with white cloth.

Xie Lan'er held his hands and whispered, "thank you for your concern. I'm fine."

She bit her lip, her eyes shining, some for it, "brother Zhong, I can Can I ask you something? "

"Hey, Miss Xie, if you have anything to ask, just say it straight!" Elder brother Zhong was very enthusiastic.

Xie Lan'er hesitated: "I heard that the imperial concubine in the palace is going to the White Horse Temple to pray, elder brother Zhong Does brother Zhong know when it is? "

"What does Miss Xie want to know?" Elder brother Zhong wrapped the handkerchief around his neck and wondered, after all, no matter how big the matter was, it had nothing to do with those Dousheng people who lived in the countryside.

Xie Lan'er said with an unnatural smile: "I've heard it mentioned before, just by the way."Elder brother Xie didn't have much heart and didn't doubt Xie Lan'er's words. He frowned and thought about it. Then he patted his forehead and said, "I remember. I heard two diners talk about it today. It seems that it's only ten days, but I heard that the lady is going to worship Buddha in Baima temple for one month."

January? Then she has enough time to find her sister.

Xie Lan'er doesn't believe that her sister will be so cruel and heartless as they say. She must clarify the misunderstanding with her sister face to face!

There are only three brothers and sisters left in the Xie family. Now she and Xie Xi depend on each other. Xie Laner is very eager to reunite with Xie Rongrong, even if she meets her. She wants to see if her sister is well. She still has a lot to say to her sister. She wants to tell her sister about her grievances and heartaches these days.

In Xie Lan'er's heart, Xie Rongrong, the elder sister, is her mother's trustful existence.

Now my sister is in Baima temple, which may be an opportunity for them to meet again.

In Xiaoyao palace, Gu Qianqian opens the lampshade, takes a letter to the candle and slowly burns it. Then she can't help yawning and rubs her eyebrows. There are too many things in the palace, and she is so busy that she gets dizzy.

Gu Qianqian pushed open the window, a cool wind swept her face, the whole talent some refreshing.

She stood in front of the window for a while, and was about to go back and make persistent efforts. Suddenly, a small stone flying from that direction fell on her windowsill.

Gu Qianqian closed the window. She picked up the pebble, took it to her eyes and looked around, but she didn't see anyone.

Qian saw for a while, pursed what to leave from the window quietly.

At this time, another stone rolled to the windowsill and made a sound.

Gu Qianqian looked in the direction where the stones were thrown. This time, he finally saw a man sitting on the opposite roof.

Just separated by a big tree in the middle, the figure is shadowy and can't see clearly.

Gu Qianqian thought about it, put on a piece of clothes, conveniently took the candlestick beside him, and walked out of the study.

Just out of the door, Gu Qianqian found that the dark guards who had been guarding the study were all on the ground, silent. A man seemed to fall from a tree, and there was a broken branch under him.

Gu Qianqian began to be startled. She went forward to explore their breath, and found that they were long and powerful. Then she was relieved that she could only use poison to bring down so many powerful dark guards in a short time.

Gu Qianqian looked up at the figure on the roof. No wonder he was sitting there so upright, and he didn't see the dark guard come out to fight. It must be he who used poison to put everyone down!

There is only one person in Beijing who has such ability, and that person is the one she knows.

Gu Qianqian was completely relieved now. She stood up and walked slowly towards the roof.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are rare. At this time, a piece of moon just falls on the roof, which is paved with a layer of sparkling light. The light and shadow of the crisscross light and shade outline the person's cold and handsome face.

Gu Qian stopped and looked up. It was Fengyin.

The profile of Gu Qianqian left by Fengyin is very natural and unrestrained. He drinks by himself, one leg curls, one leg bends slightly, and his long hair falls down on his chest. Occasionally, he suddenly drinks a mouthful of wine. There are seven or eight wine cups around him.

Gu Qianqian's lips were slightly crooked, and she said in a loud voice: "it's really a pleasure for Feng Yin to raise his glass and invite the moon. He just ran to other people's houses and confused their guards. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Feng Yin looked down at Gu Qianqian, but picked up the wine cup, stood up wobbly, jumped down from the roof, just fell in front of Gu Qianqian, scared Gu Qianqian back a step.

Feng Yin didn't mean anything. He put the wine cup in front of Gu Qianqian and said, "do you want a drink?"

Gu Qianqian took a look, reached out and pushed back. He said with a smile, "I can't compare with Feng Gongzi. I'm so busy now. I really don't have the heart to drink."

"Then you can sit with me for a while." Feng Yin pulled Gu Qianqian, and he sat on the plagiarism corridor with his own hands. His eyes were blurred and he said, "now I realize that I am really alone in Beijing!"

Feng Yin's hands are not important. He pinches Gu Qianqian's hands red. Gu Qianqian was a little angry. Feng Yin came uninvited, but now she is in a good mood. Thinking about the letters accumulated in her study, she is preparing to leave. However, when she heard the last sentence of Feng Yin, she hesitated for a moment and then slowly sat back.

Feng Yin seems to be looking at Gu Qianqian, and it seems to be looking at someone else through Gu Qianqian.