Chapter 404

Because Mr. Xiong lived in the bamboo paper mill for a long time, there was no shortage of daily necessities. In addition, with the quilts taken by song Xijiao, she was quite comfortable to sleep at night. Because the environment was quiet and quiet, she could also do some work left behind during the day, which was full and comfortable.

Unfortunately, no matter how good the environment is, she can't change her mood.

After finishing the work at hand, she sat on the first floor, some cold dew covered steps, holding her cheek to look at the sky, where there are clouds and residual moon, there is all the sky should look like, but no one appreciates it.

This time, the quarrel with Zhong Chun is serious enough.

Not to mention that the two people have not been reconciled until now, just say Zhongchun, he is the first time that he has not been home at night, two days a day With the first, there will be a second.

Is it really like others said that the feelings are becoming more and more weak?

But why didn't her affection for Zhong Chun fade?

I don't know where Zhong Chun is now. How about

In the middle of the moon, Jinzhou City is quiet and rustling. The wind in autumn evening moves the crescent moon on the branches and spreads a cold light on the ground.

Zhongchun sits on the eaves, looking at the moon in a daze.

Under the feet of the yard is a busy.

"Step on it, don't let people see it." Qiaomu is directing several people to bury the bodies in the yard. Dozens of corpses have been hidden in this seemingly small farmyard.

Plans can never keep up with changes.

Originally, they planned to beat back two groups of killers and let Zhongchun pretend to be injured and leave Jinzhou to go to Beijing. But now the number of killers is so large that their skills are far beyond their imagination.

The swordsman is seriously injured and bedridden. He wants to get out of bed to help, but his wound does not allow him to do so. He is afraid that the doctor will bring more trouble. They can only rely on their own simple bandaging.

Unfortunately, the wound is too deep, as long as a little movement will crack, and once it opens, it will not stop bleeding.

"Your Highness, the bodies are buried."

After handling the bodies in the yard, Qiao Mu wiped the sweat on his forehead and called to the roof.

Zhong Chun didn't respond, but he still looked at the sky above him.

Qiao Mu did not dare to urge them to wait in the courtyard.

A cloud flocculent with the wind, covering the sky of the waning moon, a gray black carrier pigeon flying down from the distance, Zhongchun stretched out his hand, and the carrier pigeon landed on his fingertips.

Zhong Chun held the carrier pigeon and untied the silk on its legs. He took out some bird food from his waist to feed it. He watched it fly into the courtyard and landed on Qiao Mu's shoulder. Then he took back his eyes, opened the silk and took a look at it in the moonlight.

There is only a line of small words on it: some more, sword quick move, not from, star good.

The more you say, the emperor is cured.

Seeing this line, Zhong Chun can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the emperor's body is OK, he will not be able to fight the queen. He doesn't need to worry about the affairs in the palace. Now, he must deal with the affairs of Jinzhou City first.

The rest is the code.

The empress rushed to recruit a large army to Beijing, but the general didn't listen. They contacted Meng Xinghe and wanted to cooperate with him. Meng Xinghe had a good intention.

Everything is going well. Zhong Chun can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He jumps down from the roof and falls neatly in front of Qiao mu. He stands with his hands in a low voice: "take two more people from my side and follow Xijiao. In addition, he informs the people in the army to cooperate with Meng Xinghe."

"Yes."

After staying for a while, a man turned into the courtyard and immediately knelt down on one knee: "see your highness."

Zhongchun recognized that this man was the one he had sent to follow song Xijiao. When he saw him coming over, he immediately asked, "what's the matter? Just say it."

"It seems that the princess has been sitting in the yard for a while, and she has been sitting in the bamboo yard for a while. She has been sitting in the bamboo yard for a while, and she is going to have a rest

"What?"

Zhongchun frowns and lives in the bamboo paper farm?

Why?

Several confused thoughts flashed through the brain, and soon figured out the context.

This little girl, 80% is deliberately angry with him.

Well, it's good to live in a bamboo paper farm. In case those people attack her, it's easier to protect her alone than to protect a large family.

In the middle of the night, song Xijiao got out of bed again.

I can't sleep.

I don't know if it's because of something in my heart, or because I've changed places. Some people recognize the bed.

She had no choice but to get out of bed and light the lamp. In the dim light, she opened a book and read it. However, these books are not the stories of scholars and goblins, but also boring and boring prose poems.

Is there no book that can kill this boring, lonely night?

The answer is No.

She patted the table depressed, didn't she? Then she wrote her own book!What kind of books does she want to read at this time? Joke book, had better have a few brain twists again, read the kind that lets a person gush rice best.

Make sure that after reading it, there will be no worries.

Thinking of this, she simply ground and picked up the pen.

She has no ink and her handwriting is not very good, but she hides a lot of jokes and brain twists.

While recalling and writing, I really came up with a book.

Since the jokes she remembered, they were all really funny ones. She had heard them many times, but she could still laugh. Finally, she bound up the book and wrote four big characters on the cover: Xiaolin Xiaoji.

There was "Xiaolin Guangji" in ancient times, but now she comes to Xiaolin Xiaoji. Is this a parody or an infringement of copyright? Anyway, this book will appear for many years in history. It's still early.

Just finished writing, the courtyard suddenly sounded a rustle of footsteps.

Song Xijiao was shocked, immediately put out the lights, subconsciously quietly walked into the room opposite the corridor.

Recently, a lot of things happened one after another, and she killed people with her own hands. Although she pretended not to care, Zhongchun would deal with it anyway. In fact, she was very flustered.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but at night, when it gets dark, I'm always worried. I'm afraid that the ghost will appear and ask for her life. What's more, I'm afraid that people's relatives and friends will come to find their own revenge.

She was carefully lying on the door, listening carefully to the outside.

Although those people had kept their feet low, she heard a little because of the number of people. They had already broken into the room where she had just been, and seemed to be looking for her, and they kept walking up and down.

After searching for a long time, she found no one. She seemed to realize that she had been found. She heard a short retreat.

Withdraw?

At this time, can we attack them secretly?

Song Xijiao pulled out the self-defense dagger and quietly pulled the latch. Suddenly, a big hand stretched out horizontally and covered her mouth.

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