On both sides of the Western Bridge, there were still very few Qi soldiers patrolling. Many carriages carrying dignitaries had already parked on the shore, waiting for the boat to dock.
Secret sentries everywhere were ready, and more soldiers were disguised as civilians and scattered everywhere.
Usha was in the watchtower overlooking the goings-on in the neighborhood.
The painted boat on the river was about to approach the gate of the Western Bridge, and Hu Sha became increasingly nervous.
"Archers prepare."
Countless archers lay on the eaves under the cover of night, arraying their bows and arrows.
On the street near the Western Bridge, a carriage slowly passed through the crowded crowd. This was the carriage of Huang Yankun, the magistrate of Lidu Prefecture.
In the carriage, Xie Sui'an and Huang Yankun were sitting.
Xie Sui'an covered her sleeves and cried, but Huang Yankun had a proud look on his face. He put his arm around Xie Sui'an's shoulders and made a gesture of comfort: "It is admirable for a huge man to sacrifice his life for the country, but Miss Xie Liu's life must continue, right? Today In the evening, I will go on a boat trip on the river with Mr. Huang to relax my mind."
Coincidentally, Huang Yankun was invited by Wanyan Jun to board the boat. When the carriage passed near Xie's house, he almost ran into the lost Xie Sui'an. The beauty was frightened, so Huang Yankun carefully coaxed her. After asking, he found out that the news of Pang Yu's death had reached Wangxuewu today.
Huang Yankun couldn't take advantage of it immediately, so he invited Xie Sui'an to get on the carriage.
Xie Sui'an raised his red and swollen eyes and asked, "Didn't the Qi people blockade the Quling River? Can this painted boat really come out from nowhere?"
Huang Yankun said proudly: "That's natural. The gate of the Western Bridge is under my jurisdiction. If I ask them to open it, they have to open it. When Miss Xie Liu got on the painting boat, she took a good rest and looked at the scenery of the Yangtze River the next day. How could it be so? Isn’t it beautiful?”
"It is indeed beautiful," Xie Sui'an raised his eyes to look at Huang Yankun, a pitiful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but the light in his eyes suddenly turned cold, "but it's a pity that you can't see it anymore."
Huang Yankun realized something was wrong, and just as he was about to say something, a cold light flashed across his face.
A dagger plunged into his chest accurately. He wanted to shout, but only blood came out of his mouth. His hands and feet were twitching, and within a moment there was no movement.
Xie Sui'an expressionlessly took off the token from Huang Yankun's waist, then pulled out the dagger, wiped the blood with his robe, and hid it back in his sleeve.
The eye sockets were clearly still red, but a series of murderous movements were performed smoothly.
"damn thing."
Xie Sui'an glanced at the dead Huang Yankun with disgust and spat softly.
The carriage was swaying as it turned the corner of the street, which was a blind spot.
A figure climbed out of the carriage window and hid quietly in the alley.
The driver seemed completely unaware of what was happening and kept driving forward.
……
In the agency room next to the gate of the Western Bridge, everyone was ready.
The gate is open at the moment.
A leader shuttled among them and shouted loudly: "General Husha has an order. As soon as the fireworks bloom on the river, the gate will be closed immediately. No boat is allowed to go out! It can't be early or late. Tighten the strings!"
Xie Sui'an had changed into a soldier's outfit and appeared at the door of the agency room. The guard was about to stop her for questioning, but as soon as she showed Huang Yankun's token, the guard immediately let her go respectfully.
As Huang Yankun said, it is still his people who control the gate. Qi Ren will not understand these things for a while, so he will be fully responsible. The sergeant here sees the order as if he were seeing the prefect. As long as Xie Sui'an claims that he is supervising this place on behalf of the prefect, no one will dare to neglect him.
Xie Sui'an walked inward. In the deepest stone chamber was the mechanical gear that operated the gate. It was very humid in the west, and the ground was dripping with river water.
She quietly picked up a stone in her hand, flicked her fingers, and the stone accurately clicked into the second gear.
——
On the boat, there was still singing and dancing.
The lanterns on the corridor swayed with the hull of the ship, and the carvings on the window lattice were cut by light and shadow, casting green on the ground. When someone passes by, he climbs up to that person, walks away, and then quietly lies on the ground.
Nan Yi followed Song Muchuan, tensing his heart and looking around, fearing that some suspicious person would come out and spoil the plan. Fortunately, this is the corridor of the wing, and most of the guests are in the lobby, so there are not many people coming and going here.
Nan Yi couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Song, where are you going? How can I help?"
Song Muchuan finally stopped. After observing that there was no one around him, he opened a door and led Nan Yi inside.
"Ma'am, here."
This is where debris is stored in the cabin.
After entering the room, Song Muchuan solemnly raised his hands and said, "Madam, there are so many people here that it's difficult to talk. Miss Six asked me to take you out of Lidu Mansion."
Nan Yi was stunned. She had almost forgotten that Xie Xiaoliu had promised her to send her away from Lidu Mansion after rescuing her third uncle.
But Xie Queshan found out that time, and she acquiesced that Xie Xiaoliu had no choice. She is a person who takes one day at a time, gives up in time when facing difficulties, and then looks for other roundabout ways.
She looked at Song Muchuan, the only variable could be him. Did he also play a role in it?
Song Muchuan met her eyes openly and said softly: "Madam, don't worry, the rest has been arranged. I hope there will be news about your sudden illness in Xuewu. You are afraid of infecting the people in the house." , I removed the Zhuangzi outside. After a while, I will say that you died suddenly and no one will come to you again."
"But……"
Nan Yi suddenly thought of Xie Queshan sitting among the lanterns, and she said she would go back and make lanterns with him.
"Madam, you can rest assured at Mount Xie Que. He is relying on the power of the Qi people. His hands cannot reach the border of Jiangnan. As long as he reaches Jinling, he will not be able to find you."
While swaying, Nan Yi's heart moved.
She obediently stayed with Xie Queshan, just so that one day he could fulfill his promise and let her go. Now, the end is in sight, why doesn't she take a step towards it?
There is no reason to refuse.
Her heart was pounding, and she knew very well that running away like this would be betraying Xie Queshan. But what about betrayal? She is just a little bastard, a ruthless and heartless coward. She refuses to run away when given the chance and insists on staying with Xie Queshan. Is she some kind of masochist?
"He really...won't find me?" she asked again.
"Madam, believe me."
Song Muchuan turned around and took out a bundle that had been prepared long ago from the box in the corner.
"Miss Xie Liu has helped Madam to prepare a new identity and legal certificate. There are still some expenses involved. She can't come to deliver it in person, so she asked me to say thank you to Madam. The mountains are high and the river is far away. I hope Madam will take care of it."
Nan Yi's nose is a little sore.
The best Xie Xiaoliu in the world, even if he is so sad, he still shines sunshine to others. But in the final analysis, she only accepted these feelings by lying to her.
And Song Muchuan... Although he said that this was all Xie Xiaoliu's intention, she knew that it was not easy to send her away, and he must have made a lot of efforts.
At this time when she should be complacent, Nan Yi felt guilty and ashamed. How could a person as unworthy as her get the help of these noble men?
"Mr. Song, do you know what kind of person I am?"
Song Muchuan met her eyes. From the moment she got on the boat, she was extremely vigilant and eager to protect him, like a little beast always ready to show its fangs. However, at this moment, he saw some kind of weakness in her eyes.
He knew what kind of person she was, the illegitimate daughter of the Qin family, a girl who grew up in the market and relied on deception and abduction to survive. He could even imagine that she probably deceived Xiao Liu in some way to get Xiao Liu to bother helping her so much.
But he didn't care. She will not know that at any time, she exudes a kind of beauty that is ignorant and unaware of, and has a vitality as vigorous as a weed, which grows again in the spring breeze.
She is the spring breeze and weeds, the beauty of a prairie fire.
Everyone has the love for beauty. His selfish motive in this position is to keep this light.
"I only know that the world is dirty, and Madam is going to a clear stream." He looked at her and said gently but firmly.
Those clean amber eyes were like a pool of clear water from hundreds of rivers, magnanimous, sincere, generous and kind.
His words gave her great strength. The confusion in her heart about the future, the fear of the unknown, and the disappointment in herself were all gently brushed away by these words.
He understood her deepest desire, and he knew that she didn't want to go with the dirt.
There is a kind of person in this world, who is born like the breeze on the mountain, and is admired and trusted by the world. Why would she abandon the mountain she could rely on and go back to find Shura in the world?
"Mr. Song, thank you, please send me away."
Song Muchuan opened the window, just as a bunch of inconspicuous fireworks exploded above the river section.
The signal has been sent.
Nan Yi faintly heard a huge noise coming from the shore. Someone was shouting hysterically, "Close the gate! Close the gate!"
But the boat did not stop and headed towards the bridge opening at the gate.
At this moment, Usha on the shore finally realized that this was a trick to attack the east and the west. The Ling'an King was just a gimmick and would never appear at all. They idiots opened the door with their hands and sent the enemy away.
Usha could only hope that the gate would close quickly and block the boat, but there was no movement at the gate.
A soldier came panting and reported: "General, the mechanism at the gate seems to be broken..."
Usha was so angry that he grabbed the person's collar and asked angrily: "Where is Huang Yankun?! Isn't he in charge? Where are the others!"
At this time, the prefect's carriage arrived belatedly. Usha pushed aside the crowd and strode towards the carriage, but his steps suddenly stopped.
He saw blood seeping from the bottom of the car, dripping to the ground. The driver opened the curtain, and inside was the completely dead Huang Yankun.
Usha was stunned, he was severely attacked by an invisible enemy! He ordered angrily: "Fire the arrow for me! Fire the arrow quickly! Stop the boat!"
But the expected rain of arrows did not arrive. The soldiers on the side responded tremblingly: "General, general, the boat is full of distinguished guests from Lord Wanyan..."
Usha was so angry that he kicked the soldier into the river, but he had no choice but to watch the boat float down the river and pass the gate.
