Jiang Xuening really thought about it: If he is a bad person, he should take precautions before they happen, and keep the danger in his infancy. Since he knew that Zhou Yin had done evil in his previous life, why didn't he dare to get rid of him before he became big in this life, so as to avoid the disaster of today?

But if she is really a villain, how can she save You Fangyin?

If You Fangyin is saved, it will prove that she is not a bad person. He is not a bad person, and he does not get rid of a person for the mistakes he may make in the future before he is still guilty of making mistakes.

So after much deliberation, it became a dead end.

She is such a person, so she must encounter these things.

If we have to get to the bottom of it, maybe it’s—

She is not strong enough.

But if this is the case, things in the world are too unreasonable. Wasn't the marriage between Xiao Yan and the two clans strong back then? After all, Xie Ju'an was burdened with a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and endured humiliation and hibernated for more than 20 years; were Shen Lang and Shen Jie in the previous life not strong enough? Once the court is overthrown, they will die in the palace, or die of illness on the dragon's couch.

Whoever is strong is only strong for a while.

The east wind overwhelms the west wind, and the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

No one can really be strong forever.

How can the principles of the world be judged by strength or weakness?

Before leaving, Xie Wei seemed to see the confusion lingering in her heart, and said indifferently: "The principles of the world should not be judged by strength or weakness. However, there is no reason without strength. The weak always like to talk to the strong. Reason, but reason is never on their side."

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze.

The door closed slowly again.

There was silence all around.

Jiang Xuening closed her eyes, as if she could hear the voice of floating thoughts.

After sitting for a long time, she slowly propped herself up on the ground, got up, picked up the plate of peach slice cake that Xie Wei put beside her, and ate a few mouthfuls.

At dusk, she finally came out of the house.

The maids hurried to prepare vegetables.

Jiang Xuening drank a cup of soup first, and then ate a bowl of rice with vegetables. After washing up, she asked someone to find Daoqin.

Hearing that Jiang Xuening wanted to find her, Daoqin was stunned for a long time before coming all the way with anxiety, but when she was standing at the bottom of the steps, the scene of You Fangyin's death that day inevitably came to mind.

He dared not make a sound.

It's just that the door of the room was only half-closed, and it wasn't closed. Jiang Xuening buried her head in front of the desk and wrote something. When she raised her eyes, she saw him. After a moment of silence, she said, "Come in."

Daoqin clenched the knife tightly, her lips pursed into a compressed line, and finally walked in silently.

There are pens and ink on the desk.

The three short letters have been written. Jiang Xuening folded the letterheads after the ink was dried, put them into three different envelopes, pasted them with sealing paint, and handed them to Daoqin: "Once Zhou Yinzhi returns to Beijing, Xinzhou The matter will be very difficult. You have been with Mr. for many years, traveled all over the world, and are highly skilled in martial arts, so you should have a good ability to adapt, so I want to entrust you to handle this important matter."

Daoqin took the letter and looked at her.

Jiang Xuening continued: "Among the three letters, one is written to Ding Fei Shizi, you may know this person better than me; the other is to Zheng Bao, who should have become the **** holding the pen in the palace by now. , is a person of "Drip water, Yongquan Bao". Mr. Kuang Xie's foundation in Beijing will not be completely uprooted so soon. As the saying goes, a snake hits seven inches. I hope you will take these two letters to the capital, After handing over to the two, secretly coordinate the Beijing-China affairs and arrest someone for me."

Daoqin was stunned.

Jiang Xuening looked up at him, and said word by word: "It's a woman who lives in Zhou Yinzhi's backyard. It should be his concubine's room. She has followed him since his early fortune and called her 'Yao Niang'. I don't know if she has To give birth to an heir for Zhou Yinzhi, if there are no heirs, that's all, if there are any, take them away."

Dao Qin asked: "Where is the third letter?"

Jiang Xuening got up, walked to the copper basin filled with clear water, dipped her ink-stained fingers into it, and said calmly, "After you catch Yaoniang, leave it to Zhou Yinzhi."

Under her closed eyelids, there was unprecedented indifference.

Daoqin was silent for a long time before saying: "Yes."

Jiang Xuening said: "It's not too late, you should set off as soon as possible."

Dao Qin stopped where he was, as if he wanted to say something.

But when his lips parted, he felt his throat was astringent, no matter what, he couldn't say those words.

What good is guilt?

You Fangyin could not come back.

Jiang Xuening slowly closed her eyes, thinking of that pure silly girl, she couldn't bear to beat others even when she was playing leaf cards, and she almost couldn't control her emotions.

After a while, she forced them down.

Then he said to Dao Qin: "You are not wrong, and there is nothing wrong with being good. The only ones who are wrong are those who do good to others and do evil to themselves. Fang Yin will not blame you, but she must hope that you can help her seek justice."

Dao Qin was still tense, but when he heard this, the tip of his nose suddenly became sour, his eyes were moist, and tears fell, hitting the back of his hand.

He supported the knife and knelt down, but said: "The knife and the piano will not disgrace life!"

Then he got up, bid farewell to Jiang Xuening, and strode out the door.

From Xinzhou to the capital, the world is in chaos.

Zhou Yinzhi felt like he was dreaming along the way.

It was clear that everything was fine when he came here, and the news of the victory at the border was spreading everywhere, and the scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen were all happy; but when he rode all the way back to the official road, he saw many ragged refugees, with their families and their mouths, most of them came from the south. come.

And the further east you go, the more refugees there will be.

Finally, the day before he entered Beijing, he felt that he was safe, and the people from Xinzhou couldn't chase him even if they wanted to, so when he was changing horses at the posthouse, he asked, "I came back from Xinzhou all the way, and saw someone on the road. There are countless refugees, what is going on?"

It is rare for the post office's post office to receive such a high-ranking official, fearing that he would not be able to serve him well, he hurriedly flattered and said: "Hey, you went to the border earlier, I'm afraid you haven't heard of it? It's said that the Tianjiao is making trouble in the south, it seems to be— "

Zhou Yinzhi's heart skipped a beat: "Want to rebel?"

The postman didn't dare to speak, so he got closer and smiled coyly: "The lower officials dare not speak, but those refugees outside are spreading rumors like this, and they may not know where the rumors came from, so they all ran to the north in fright."

"..."

Zhou Yinzhi's complexion suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed the rein with one hand, so hard that the rough edge of the rein almost fell into his palm.

Yi Cheng was frightened by him.

Zhou Yinzhi didn't say much, after changing horses, he didn't even have the intention to stop and rest, he just urged his horse to get on the official road, and arrived in the capital at dusk.

The first thing is to go home.

Under Yao Niang's service, he didn't care to answer her concerned words, changed into a clean court dress, took the seal that was not stained with blood but seemed to be blood-stained, and immediately went to the palace to see him.

When he arrived at the gate of the palace, he met the prince Dingfei who walked out of the palace carelessly.

This incompetent dandy is still walking with splayed steps.

He is full of wealth and nobility, with a dozen jade pendants clattering around his waist. Those who know that he is distinguished from others, but those who don't know may think that he is one of those scammers on the street who came out to sell a bunch of junk.

Seeing Zhou Yinzhi, Xiao Dingfei raised his eyebrows, looked at him without any hesitation, and greeted him with a smile: "Oh, isn't this Commander Zhou? They're all back from Xinzhou. But you didn't make it to time , it's burning inside."

In any case, he was also the emperor's former benefactor.

In the past two years, he has been working as a part-time job in the Ministry of Rites in the court, and he has made friends with a group of powerful children who are not doing serious business like him. It's a luxury.

Although Zhou Yinzhi is not a person with clean methods and good character, he doesn't want to deal with such people too much, not to mention that Xiao Shu hates this brother who is not dead, so he will not have a deep friendship with Xiao Dingfei.

So at this moment, he just nodded lightly.

Without even saying a word, he walked straight past the other party and entered the palace.

The situation in Qianqing palace is really not good.

Before approaching, Shen Lang's furious voice was already heard: "What a heavenly religion! What a heavenly religion! After eating the bear's heart and leopard courage, he dares to make a comeback! I don't even look at what a group of refugees and bandits can do How did the former emperor call this gang of rebellious officials and thieves to subdue the law, and now I tell them to come and go! Someone, go to Xuan Guogong Xiao Yuanlai!"

Zheng Bao hurried out from the door.

Hit Zhou Yinzhi head-on.

Zhou Yinzhi was always polite to those who served the emperor, so he lightly cupped his hands and lowered his voice: "Eunuch Zheng, where is your majesty?"

Zheng Bao glanced at him, and said: "The urgent news was an hour ago, the army rose to Jinling, and the Heavenly Sect rebelled."

The day of You Fangyin's burial was chosen on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

Although the news of the gradual chaos in the south was late, it spread to Xinzhou one after another.

There was the imperial court in the front, and the Tianjiao in the back.

The world will be in chaos, and the people will be uneasy.

Not to mention that the people were displaced, even if they wanted to help the coffin back to Shu, they couldn't even go back to Shu. After much calculation, they had to find a place with good Fengshui outside Xinzhou City to bury him.

Wan Guan's family wealth was copied for the imperial court;

There is no news from the Saltworks Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, Ren Weizhi drank wine for a few days and held the funeral ceremony. When he woke up, he saw the pale sky outside, heard the noise, and followed him outside. When the coffin was carried on the car, there was an illusion of going back to the past in a dream.

Alone, inseparable.

Nothing but myself.

Jiang Xuening also stood beside the coffin.

Even the very powerful Mr. Xie also came.

When Ren Weizhi walked over, he just stared at Jiang Xuening for a long time, thinking that if Fangyin hadn't come this time, maybe there would be no disaster like this. But without Jiang Xuening, Fangyin would not have been saved back then.

It wasn't until the sound of singing that he came back to his senses.

Boss Ren, who was once down and down and turned himself around by virtue of his daring silver stocks, was bookish, but he returned to his original down and out appearance, holding the tablet and walking in front.

Out of town.

Buried.

burial.

A new grave stood at the foot of the mountain like this, and paper money flew all over the sky.

Jiang Xue quietly watched the loess pile up higher and higher, and finally buried the coffin completely. She only felt that her heart was barren, as if the wormwood had been separated.

Xie Ju'an and the others looked at her from behind.

But she squatted down in front of the newly engraved tombstone, gently stretched out her hand to caress the rough stone surface, and said, "I have something to say to Fang Yin alone, let me stay alone for a while."

Everyone was speechless.

Ren Weizhi turned and left first, as if staying here for a moment longer would be suffering.

The rest looked at Xie Wei.

Xie Wei was silent for a while, knowing that she would leave Xinzhou soon, and also knew how much You Fangyin held in her heart, she didn't say much, she just ordered a few soldiers to watch from a distance. On the other hand, he and the others waited on a flat place at the foot of the mountain.

No one spoke.

However, more than half a moment passed, just when Xie Wei wanted to ask Yan Lin to go up and have a look, a startled and angry shout suddenly came from the mountain forest: "Who is it?!"

The sound of swords and soldiers clashing suddenly!

Everyone felt their scalps explode, and they were shocked.

Yan Lin's reaction was extremely fast, and without even thinking about it, he drew his sword and rushed forward! After arriving at Dexin's tomb in a short while, he saw dozens of people masked in black scarves appearing to rush out of the dense forest on the mountain, fighting with the surrounding guards.

These people hold weapons with strange shapes, and they are even more treacherous. With a flick, they put it on the head of the person, and with a pull, the whole head is cut off!

The end is cruel and vicious!

It turned out to be blood drops!

Yan Lin didn't care too much, and took a quick look, where was there any trace of Jiang Xuening in front of the tombstone? !

In the opposite mountain forest, there was a faint figure leaving quickly.

Today is the funeral, and it is outside Xinzhou City, who would have thought that there would be someone lurking here without anyone noticing? There are few people in a group with weapons. People in the army are better at fighting in groups, fighting and fighting tactics. How can they compare with these vicious people in the Jianghu who are licking blood when they fight alone? For a while, they couldn't do anything to them, they were dragged by this group of people, watching the figures in the forest disappear quickly!

"Ningning—"

Yan Lin's eyes were about to burst, and he cut open the chest of the masked man in front of him with a sword. Hot blood splashed all over his face, but he didn't even wipe it off. go!

The entire cemetery was as miserable as **** for a while.

Swords and swords meet, limbs kill each other.

Blood splattered.

A few drops fell and splashed onto the brand-new tombstone that had just been erected today, and also stained a page of paper gently resting on it with mottled blood spots.

Xie Wei's injury has not yet healed, when he followed, his footsteps became a little hurried, and he accidentally touched the wound, and there was a faint smear of bright red in his waist and abdomen.

Seeing this scene, what else does he not understand?

At this moment, I just feel that there is nothing else in the world, only cold and chill, and the wind blows like a knife!

He stepped on the lying corpses under his feet, walked through the blood flowing, stood in front of the tombstone, picked up the page, and slowly opened it.

It has been many years, and I have never seen this handwriting.

In this letter, the person who wrote the letter did not call him "Young Master", but called him—Du Jun!

"In a world of great strife, righteousness rises together; you have received favors, but you repay them with revenge. When the sea of ​​suffering turns back, you can still survive. On the twenty-second day of the first lunar month, Luoyang will divide the helm. Waiting for you alone, as many as you deserve to die!"

"Wanxiuzi..." His face was pale, but he laughed abruptly, but the back of his hand holding the paper had faint bruises, and he said slowly, "Zhengchou couldn't find you, so I brought it to the door myself."