During the spring season in the south of the Yangtze River, willow trees and orioles are flying.

A little green donkey followed along the long street.

On the donkey's back is a woman in Tsing Yi.

In the warm sunshine, with catkins blowing against my face, I could see her from a distance, delicate and graceful, with a flower handkerchief covering her head, and half a silver comb peeking out from her black bun.

Cao Xiwan followed Liu Ruhai several times, but he never failed to detect him.

He disguised himself as a donkey and rode slowly in the city of Nanjing. Along the Qinhuai River, there were red patches. The tip of his nose felt slightly itchy. He reached out and picked up a fallen flower from his nose and threw it into the river.

But he could never get rid of the person following him.

He rode to an alley, walked around the front street of Nankanghou Mansion, and glanced back casually.

I saw that her features were picturesque, her temperament was gentle, and she had the beauty of catkins dancing gently in the sunlight.

She seems to be just a girl from a small household in the neighborhood.

He hurriedly entered the alley and led the donkey into the hospital.

The gate of the small courtyard was closed, and several of his confidants had packed their luggage, prepared large and small boxes and cages, and were ready to leave Jinling City.

He took a deep breath: "I can't leave."

"Manager?"

"The Jin Yiwei are chasing us."

"That's a small adjournment." The two close confidants handed over their hands and said, "General manager, please go ahead."

He shook his head, closed his eyes slightly and opened them again with a cold light: "I'm afraid, it's the Qingluo female ghost who's coming."

Jin Yiwei City Patrol Division, the number one master.

This place should have been surrounded by Jin Yiwei.

Liu Ruhai sat in the room and whispered: "Listen to me and throw the cup as a signal."

It would not be considered an insult to him to die together with the Qingluo female ghost, who was known as the number one expert in the capital.

In the alley.

Cao Xiwan avoided the street wind, covered his lips and coughed, feeling that his body was getting weaker.

She gathered up her cloak, tied the donkey, and knocked lightly on the courtyard door.

There was a servant at the door, who looked like one of Scholar Liu's followers. She said politely, "Is Shengshou Liu at home? My daughter is here to seek medical advice." After that, she quietly stuffed the door bag with half a tael of silver. After the servant fell silent,

He reluctantly took it, turned around and walked towards the main room as if he were dead.

She walked to the house and saw the scholar in white shirt, with dark hair and jade face, eyes like stars, he seemed to be too young. But with her sharp eyesight, she saw that his demeanor was as calm as an abyss and a valley, and he was not an ordinary person.

Since she came here to seek medical treatment, she naturally gave her a deep bow.

"My little girl, Ms. Cao, has seen the Holy Hand."

"……polite."

Liu Ruhai looked at her silently, hiding his shock. He recognized her at a glance. The Qingluo female ghost turned out to be her?

He lowered his eyes slightly, what conspiracy does this female owl have?

Song Chengming, the prince of the Marquis of Nankang—I heard that he is now the deputy governor of Jinyiwei.

Qingluo female ghost is Song Chengming's confidant.

I see.

I see.

...This time, he won't be fooled again.

Years ago, cemetery.

That was the first time they met.

Liu Ruhai was stunned by the kidnapper and hid in a cave in the suburbs.

In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes and saw fireflies flying like a sea in the darkness. In front of him was a long underground tomb passage.

He resisted the fear and crawled out. The cave entrance was surrounded by the sound of crows in the cold moon, and it turned out to be a deserted graveyard in the countryside.

He was tapped on the shoulder.

He turned around stiffly, and under the desolate moonlight, he saw a dirty little girl, who asked him: "Why did you come to my house?"

When he ran away frantically, she chased him and called him: "Hey, slow down a little -"

He thought she must be the little ghost in the grave.

The second time we met, I was six or seven years old.

He saw her on the long street of Yanjing City. It seemed that this little lady met a kidnapper?

He strode over and stopped her: "I do have clothes to wash. Come to my shop."

He stared at the kidnapper, but was shocked to recognize him.

In the winter of that year, Song Chengming was wearing a red flying fish suit and a black mink shawl in the snow. His face was like a crown jade and his person was like a red plum. He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and held his hands: "This young master

——”

"...It turns out to be Master Baihu."

Song Chengming, a member of the Jin Yiwei Hundred Household, was only twenty years old. In the snow, his figure looked like a luxuriant spring pine tree.

At that time, Cao Xiwan blinked in confusion, she was just a poor washerwoman who had to wash clothes to earn a living.

She chased Liu Ruhai on the street every day, asking him if he wanted to wash clothes for five cents a basin.

Liu Ruhai opened a drug store at that time and often went to see patients.

In order to avoid Cao Xiwan, he deliberately disguised himself, changed a few clothes, and quietly went to the drug store to see a doctor.

She sees through it every time.

At that time, he didn't know what it meant.

He is addicted to medical skills, but he is very angry that she saw through it.

Liu Ruhai was silent.

"Are you hungry?" Song Chengming asked her.

She nodded, and Liu Ruhai saw her hiding her hands covered with frostbite.

Liu Ruhai hid a small bag of steamed buns in his sleeve and kept silent.

Song Chengming led her step by step into Baihu House.

He could only watch.

Later, he heard someone talk about a little girl who was washing clothes in the Hundred Household House. She lived a good life, but unfortunately she died of illness.

That day, he sat alone in the room for a long time.

Later, he inquired about the girl's graveyard, which was a clean place behind the temple.

Although I don’t know why Song Chengming was so compassionate towards a strange child, there is a small bluestone tablet in front of her grave with a few inscriptions:

[The Cao family of Yanjing, the daughter of a slave in the Marquis of Nankang Mansion, divorced her parents when she was a child...]

I see.

Standing in front of her grave, he knew from then on that the word "wandering" was neither anger, nor hurt, nor sadness, nor sigh.

The path is full of residual flowers, and the autumn leaves are blown by the wind.

The father of Song Chengming was granted the title of Marquis of Nankang and accompanied him on his journey south.

He had heard about it a long time ago, but he had not expected that Song Baihu was the concubine of the Marquis of Nankang, and he and she were masters and servants.

He didn't know that there was no half-truth in this inscription.

It was just Song Chengming's way of concealing her origins after discovering her special talents and naming her Jinyiwei.

It took many years.

The two met again in the spring of Jiangnan.

Only now did Liu Ruhai realize that the inscription had deceived him for many years.

Jinling City.

In the courtyard.

She stopped in front of the door and looked at the Liu Shengshou.

She didn't often think about the old events in Yanjing City, but she knew that Liu Shengshou had been in and out of the northern vassal palace and was known as the Scholar with a Thousand Faces.

It's a delicate work, she thought.

Maybe it's easier.
To be continued...