Qin Wuyan rode on a horse, stayed outside the entrance of the cave, looked at Zhuang Qingyun who was holding an umbrella, his handsome face blurred by the rain and fog, and asked, "What else are you planning?"

"What should be returned, of course, should be returned in the same way." Zhuang Qingyun raised his head slightly, looking at the dark sky: "It's a pity that there is another one missing."

Qin Wuyan's eyebrows were serious: "It's strange to say that none of the people I sent out to look for Zhuang Minghao came back.

For so many days, these people were either missing or dead.

A person like Zhuang Minghao has pretty good skills and brute strength, but it seems impossible to get back unscathed when dealing with so many guards in the Min Mansion. "

"you mean......"

"There must be an expert around..."

Zhuang Qingyun nodded: "Since that's the case, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I'll go back to the priest's mansion as soon as possible."

Qin Wuyan nodded, and finally glanced at the entrance of the cave. The shrill roar gradually died down. After another night, there would probably be no more sound.

After all, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the location is remote. If you break your throat in one night, you won't be able to make a sound anymore.

Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Qingyun went down the mountain together, and when they parted, Qin Wuyan reminded: "Be careful, don't come out to see me soon."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingyun nodded and strode away.

Then Qin Wuyan reined in the reins and walked towards the other side. Just as he returned to the main road, he received a letter from the hidden guard: "Commander, this is the letter that Madam asked the servant to send to the Min Mansion. The humble staff stopped it for you, please have a look."

Qin Wuyan reached out to take the letter, hesitating for a moment in the battle between heaven and man in his mind, his curiosity about the contents of the letter overcame his reason, he took out a thin blade from his cuff, cut open the envelope, pulled out the letter paper inside, unfolded... ....

The content of Zhuang Xiaoyu's letter is very simple, it just made an appointment to go to Qingyu Temple with Min Rui, and there is no other content.

It's just a sentence at the end of the article: burn it after reading it.

Qin Wuyan gritted his teeth tightly, and put the letter in his arms, with mixed emotions in his heart: He knew that Zhuang Xiaoyu was looking for the person who intercepted the letter, but when he saw these four words, jealousy boiled in his heart.

Why burn it? There is something shady in it that needs to be burned after being read.

Seeing that Qin Wuyan put away the letter, the dark guard asked, "Commander, do you want to write a new letter and send it to the young master of the Min family?"

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan thought for a moment, then took out the letter from his pocket, sealed it and handed it to the secret guard: "Just send this letter, and seal it again."

Although the dark guard didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Qin Wuyan's gourd, he still followed Qin Wuyan's request.

Qin Wuyan rode back to the Min Mansion.

Min Rui recuperated in his bedroom, and the weather was getting colder every day. Whenever it rained, he basically stayed behind closed doors.

Qin Wuyan stood at the door of the side room, looked at the closed bedroom door in front of him, stood quietly for a while, and then went back to his bedroom.

When I woke up the next day, I found that the outside of the house was completely white, and the snow particles on the ground were like pure white fine salt, covered in a thin layer.

The servants came back and forth, carrying the silver charcoal, hurrying back and forth.

Qin Wuyan went to the yard to fight and dance swords as usual.

Min Rui hugged the stove, wrapped in fox fur, looked at the window that had been reinstalled with glaze, stood at the window and looked out, and could vaguely see a vague and ethereal figure.

As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming. Rongyao Qiuju, Huamao Chunsong. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow...