In a valley fifty miles away from Feng Mansion.
Bloody maple leaves scattered on the ground, covering the valley with a layer of red gauze.
Although it has entered autumn, there is still a slight chirping of cicadas in the valley.
Children holding insect nets are searching for the last happiness under the trees.
Farmers are busy harvesting in the terraced fields.
Autumn is the harvest season.
Da da…
Da da…
The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the valley.
When the farmers heard the sound, they stopped their sickles and stood up to look at the path in the valley.
"It's Xiaofu. He's riding a horse in the valley while he's on duty. He doesn't want to live anymore!"
"That horse is wrong, it's not from our Dead Leaf Valley."
"Well, the horse's head is square and round, its hooves are straight, its back is broad and its head is flat. It's a good horse, but it's a pity that it can't see its eyes clearly."
"Who asked you to tell whether the horse is good or bad? Look clearly at the pattern on the saddle. The drizzle is like a shuttle. It is clearly the symbol of the Drizzle Tower of our palace."
"Oh, it's true. I was pressed by Xiaofu's thigh just now and I didn't see clearly."
"Where did this horse come from?"
"how could I know!"
The farmer babbled a few words and was about to ask a question when he heard the strong man at the front shaking the rice in his hand and shouting:
"Xiaofu! The Valley Master is practicing swordsmanship at the back mountain waterfall!"
When the galloping young man heard this, he immediately changed direction and drove towards the back mountain. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and shout:
"Thank you, Uncle Han! Tell your uncles that this is good news!"
The young man's figure quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes, but the words he left behind aroused everyone's curiosity.
"Good news? What good news can there be?"
"Is it possible that we need to find another place to live?"
"That won't work. I've lived here for seven years and I'm not going anywhere!"
"You think...can we make a comeback?"
“……”
“？？”
“！！”
A simple question, some people are happy, some are sad, some are shocked and some are suddenly gloomy.
But in the end, everyone fell silent, and everyone bent down and continued to cut rice.
The person who asked the question also realized that he had said the wrong thing and sighed and said nothing.
Although the people in this valley look ordinary, they all have abilities.
They were once the strongest spies in Kyushu.
Now he is also the strongest farmer in Kyushu.
Confidence is the temperament they should have.
But everyone understood that for the prince's happy life, they could not shine.
As long as Zhao Lu reigns, the prince will not be able to use them.
Talk about enjoying a peaceful life after having too many days of licking blood with a knife tip.
But when I dream back at midnight, why do I always miss the passing of those iron bloods?
Some of the farmers figured it out, and some didn't, but that didn't stop time from passing by like an arrow, and seven years flew by.
……
Back mountain.
The rushing water first cascaded down, passing under the stone beam between the two mountains, and finally hit the lake below, causing countless splashes.
This unnamed waterfall is called "Xiangshui" by residents in the valley.
The reason was that the roaring sound of running water often disturbed their sleep.
I simply don’t consider the feeling of the waterfall at all.
When Xiao Fu rode his horse to Xiangshui Falls, he happened to see a scene that amazed him.
A breathtaking sword light flashed past, and the never-ending silver water flow seemed to have pressed the pause button and was cut off by the sword light. It resumed flowing after a breath, but there was already a clear gap between the front and rear.
Under the waterfall, a tall young martial artist was slowly sheathing his sword.
His upper body was naked, his muscles were tight, and the veins in his right arm holding the handle of the knife were prominent. It was obvious that he had been practicing for a while.
Xiaofu tied his horse under a nearby tree and trotted to the young man. He raised his head and looked at the man he admired most.
The man has a delicate appearance, with long hair tied into a ponytail and hanging on the back of his head. What seems inconsistent with his appearance is his extremely strong body.
He is over nine feet tall. Under his strong chest muscles are eight-pack abs with sharp edges. From his waist down is a dark blue horse-faced skirt.
"No rush, let's talk after a while."
Seeing Xiaofu panting, the man smiled gently and comforted softly.
"Valley Master! I have your letter, sent by Prince Qi's Mansion!"
Xiaofu didn't want to delay, so he took out a slightly wrinkled envelope from his waist, smoothed it out and handed it over in a hurry.
"I heard from the messenger... Your Majesty is going to restart 'Dead Leaves'!"
There was finally a trace of emotion on the man's face, but it quickly disappeared, but his hand took the envelope a little more anxiously.
If he had no feelings for the letter originally, but now he had some expectations, so much so that he hesitated a little before opening the letter and had to take a deep breath.
The handwriting in the letter is very graceful and graceful, and it is Ren Yingying's handwriting.
The content is quite simple, just a rough introduction to what happened the day before.
The focus is on the last line.
"The prince decided to re-use the dead leaves."
Seeing these words, the man's heartbeat suddenly slowed down.
There is a contentment that the dust has settled.
"This is a conspiracy of the Ming Dynasty."
"But so what, why did the prince never dare to use me to Xiang Feiliu!"
"You...all underestimate the prince!"
The young man is Xiang Feiliu, the leader of "Withered Leaves".
After seven years of silence, his sharp blade is finally coming out of its sheath.
He has experienced countless intrigues and intrigues.
Although the letter was written simply, he could still outline the situation the prince was facing now.
The Ming Dynasty's actions this time seemed a bit inexplicable.
In fact, every step is shocking.
First let out false news, use the Imperial City Division to ask Zhao Lu for help, and ask Zhao Yan to take action.
Later, Shui Yunjian's traitor passed on his whereabouts and showed Zhao Yan how Jin Yiwei had infiltrated Qi Wang's palace.
Finally, six first-level eunuchs were used to attack Sanxian Manor as a warning.
The purpose is to force Zhao Yan to use "Withered Leaves" again.
Whether it is Xiaoyulou or Huangcheng Division, compared with the two factories and one bathroom, they are all slightly inferior.
As for the purpose of the six dead men going to Xiaoqinyuan and Wenyaju, Xiang Feiliu didn't know and didn't want to guess.
Because the most superficial purpose of this plan is to provoke mutual trust between Zhao Lu and Zhao Yan.
No pair of royal brothers could be so harmonious, and Ming spies were clearly convinced of this.
It was precisely because of this premise that this operation was planned.
They felt that the reason why Zhao Lu could tolerate Zhao Yan's survival to this day was firstly because of his title of "the best master in the Song Dynasty" and secondly because Zhao Yan abandoned the strongest spy "Dead Leaf".
Once "Dead Leaves" is reactivated, the mutual trust between the two will collapse.
In the Song Dynasty, undercurrents will inevitably surge again.
It's just that these so-called plans are not worth mentioning in Xiang Feiliu's opinion.
These people have never understood how terrifying the real Zhao Yan is.
If it weren't for the prince, he would really...
too!
lazy!
Got it!
Xiang Feiliu couldn't help frowning, shaking his head and sighing.
"Grain Master, what does the letter say?"
Seeing the Valley Master's suddenly rich expression, Xiao Fu's mood also went up and down.
This was the first time he saw the cold-faced Valley Master showing so many emotions...
"Uh...ahem."
Xiang Feiliu coughed lightly.
"Let me know, if you are tired of living like this, we will meet at the school grounds tomorrow morning."
"yes!"
Xiaofu clenched his fists and his voice broke with excitement.
