On the way back, Xie Sui'an's steps were sloppy and he couldn't even stand firmly. She floated out like a lonely soul, and everything in her world began to fall apart and collapse.
Why did such a good boy die?
Was he tortured when he died? Did he leave any last words? Does anyone know where he is buried? Did anyone recite the seven-day salvation sutra for him? Does his soul know the way home?
She hadn't seen him for three years. In order to gain fame, he kept delaying their marriage until the situation became so chaotic that they couldn't make the final decision. She hid his portrait and imagined him becoming more mature. Should the edges and corners be more distinct, and the martial arts more powerful?
But no matter how powerful he is, he has to give way to her when sparring with her.
She waited for him to tell her about his experiences and thrills along the way.
She would rather not know about his death.
The moment she knew he was truly dead. She grieves for him and mourns for him, but there will no longer be anyone in this world waiting for his return.
She was so sad that she gave up the power to control her body and let her western limbs swing numbly, walking through the night-shrouded corridor solely on instinct. She didn't know where she was going.
When I turned the corner, I bumped into Mount Xie Que.
Xie Sui'an looked at him blankly, tears running freely on his face.
"Why?"
Xie Queshan stared at Xie Sui'an, his expression gradually becoming serious. There is probably only one thing in this world that can make Xie Sui'an cry like this.
"Why do you want to kill him?" She grabbed Xie Queshan's sleeve. She didn't have the extra energy to hate him now. She asked him pleadingly. She wanted to get an answer from the chaos.
"Who told you?" Xie Queshan suddenly asked Xie Sui'an sternly.
As if struck by a thunderbolt, Xie Sui'an regained her clarity instantly - she just went to the back mountain, but she learned about Pang Yu's death. Whoever followed King Ling'an was a secret. Even her father could not know, so how could he tell her about Pang Yu's death?
"Who told you?" Xie Queshan asked sharply again.
Xie Sui'an trembled. She had never seen Xie Queshan question her so fiercely. Her mind was in chaos. It was her carelessness and loss of control that caused things to fall into the abyss.
How should she round up?
No, or she didn't need to tell the lie at all.
He killed Pang Yu, and she wanted to die with him.
Xie Sui'an was caught off guard and drew out the soft sword from his waist, and stabbed Xie Queshan with his head. She used 100%25 of her strength in her moves, which could be described as rough, but her movements were out of order, leaving her empty space open.
Xie Queshan only dodged. He did not bring a weapon, but he did not hide the strength of his attacks. The two of them fought from the corridor to the eaves, and then from the eaves to the courtyard. After several moves, he finally found a flaw and buckled He grabbed Xie Sui'an's wrist, removed her weapon, and twisted her arm backhand.
He had the upper hand, but in the end there was a hint of softness on his face. But as soon as he let go, the dagger on Xie Sui'an's wrist popped out, and he continued to fight to the death.
"Xiao Liu!" Nan Yi's voice hurriedly came from behind, interrupting the tense situation between the brother and sister.
Nan Yi rushed forward and pulled Xie Sui'an's hand away, holding her shoulder, apologetically: "I'm sorry, Xiao Liu, I didn't tell you before, but I was at the scene when Pang Yu died... I was afraid that you would be sad, don't Are you angry with me, okay?”
This sentence calmly explained who told Xie Sui'an about Pang Yu's death, and why they appeared one after another.
Xie Sui'an turned his back to Xie Queshan, and the expression on his face was revealed in front of Nan Yi. The murderous aura slowly faded away, leaving a bit of confusion and sadness.
Xie Queshan's dark eyes wandered over Nan Yi, making him breathless.
Nan Yi didn't know how much Xie Queshan would believe this sentence, but it was the only excuse she could find in desperation.
As soon as she came out of the kitchen, she ran into a conversation between Xie Sui'an and Xie Queshan. Thinking of several things together, she could probably guess which extraordinary person was hiding in the Buddhist temple in the back mountain.
If Xie Queshan found any clues about this, it would really be the end. Nan Yi knew the stakes, so he had to help Xie Xiaoliu cover it up.
Xie Xiaoliu was so grief-stricken that he went crazy, but anyone who was not crazy knew that Xie Queshan could not be killed.
Xie Sui'an jerked his hand back and pushed Nan Yi away: "You are also Xie Queshan's accomplice!"
Half-truth and half-false, she could only follow Nan Yi's words.
She was in a state of confusion. It turned out that so many people knew that Pang Yu was dead, but they were hiding it from her. She felt like she was torn apart at this moment. A calm self was trying to see the situation clearly, and a sad self couldn't care about anything and could only shed tears.
Thousands of words rushed into my throat, but in the end they only condensed into one question: "What... did he say before he died?"
When I asked this question, the corridor was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Nan Yi looked up at Xie Queshan. His eyes were as dark as raindrops in a deep pool.
She knew that Pang Yu said something to him before he died, but she was too far away and didn't hear it.
Finally, he opened his mouth in a cryptic voice: "He said that he never failed to fulfill his childhood oath."
This is Pang Yu's life, loyalty and all-out effort. He had not sworn many oaths in his life, but he had made every effort in his limited life. He vowed to serve the country with loyalty, to honor his two elders, to remain loyal to Xie Xiaoliu, to depend on his friends for life and death, and to... fight to the death when he sees the traitor Xie Queshan again.
After hearing these words, something seemed to grab her breath. Xie Sui'an couldn't breathe, leaving only the pain that swept through her body.
Xie Queshan looked at his sister quietly. The evil he had done finally came back to him. If there is still a chance in his lifetime, he will atone for his sins to these people.
Just not now.
He turned around and left indifferently, his sleeves and robes being swept into the night, like a fog over the sea.
——
Nan Yi accompanied Xie Sui'an back to the room, and told Xie Sui'an the situation of that day in increasing and decreasing numbers, and naturally made up his own identity. She only said that she was on a mission to steal Xie Queshan's information. Later, she met Pang Yu. Pang Yu died to cover her identity and asked her to bring the news to Lidu Mansion.
Xie Sui'an cried until her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't rub them anymore. Finally, Nan Yi had no choice but to ask the maid to get a bowl of soup mixed with sleeping pills and coaxed Xiao Liu to drink it.
When she was about to fall asleep, she was still holding Nan Yi's sleeve tightly and murmuring something.
Nan Yi leaned over to listen, and only heard her vague voice: "What Pang Yu didn't finish... I'll finish it for him..."
Even if it is gibbering, it is full of determination.
Her relationship with Xie Queshan is irreparable.
Although in the final analysis, this had nothing to do with Nan Yi, she was still a little sad. Her attitude towards Xie Queshan is very complicated. She occasionally felt that he was not that bad, but everyone around him, including his own actions, reminded her all the time that he was by no means a good person.
After leaving the door and looking up, the night sky outside the eaves showed a bit of milky white.
The long night passed like this.
——
Outside the small thatched house in Jiang Yuefang, two Qi soldiers were guarding.
They were responsible for keeping an eye on Song Muchuan, and when the government office opened tomorrow, they would send him to the Shipping Department to take up his post.
The candlelight in the thatched house was lit for most of the night, and from time to time there was the rustle of books being turned. It is true that scholars are pedantic. Even when doing things for Qi Ren, they did not show a trace of perfunctory attitude.
When it was almost dawn, the candles were extinguished. Song Muchuan tidied up and seemed to be going to sleep. The two guards looked inside and saw a man lying with his back to the window, the quilt bulging. They yawned sleepily and paid no more attention.
At this time, Song Muchuan had escaped from his golden cicada shell and was walking in the secret passage connected to Bingzhusi in the house. The frail scholar suddenly transformed into the unpredictable leader of Bingzhusi.
The responding spy had already been waiting at the end of the secret passage and handed over a letter.
"Sir, this is Zhongshu Ling's reply."
Song Muchuan had previously written to Zhongshu Ling, reporting to him some matters after he took office, and by the way asked...about "Yan"'s identity.
After going through all the information on the Bingzhu Division spies, he discovered that there was a mysterious spy, codenamed "Yan". His actions were not controlled by anyone, and a team of members was specially allocated within the division to target only him. Responsible.
But no one has seen who "Yan" is. There is a planned method of transmitting information between him and Bingzhusi. Only the information is seen, but no one is seen.
And it was this "Yan" who, after Xie Heng's death, laid out the plan to escort King Ling'an into the city and place them in the Buddhist temple at the back of Xie's family.
It would be a lie to say that you are not curious. There are tens of thousands of people in Lidu Mansion, and any one of them may be a spy hiding in the city.
And who exactly has such great ability? Song Muchuan asked in the letter first.
However, Zhongshu Ling replied: The time has not come yet.
This is not surprising. If these secret things were laid out and explained clearly, they would not be called spies.
Song Muchuan clearly put the reply letter on the candle and burned it, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the person who responded. This is the list he stayed up tonight and wrote.
"The things listed on this list are ordered to be purchased from various places and transported to the city."
The spy glanced at the list and was shocked.
"Sir, this is..."
"When ants move, do it in small amounts many times. Don't scare the snake away."
"Yes." The spy did not dare to say anything anymore and accepted the task.
"The boats the Qi people want to build are the graves they dig themselves into."
The voice was cold and decisive.
