Author: Yao Jishan

After about five breaths, Alan returned to the cave with a bloody smell.

His clothes were very clean, and except for some wet mud on the soles of his boots, there wasn't even a drop of blood on his body.

But Hua Zhen knew that he had killed someone.

"It's Mu Na Heitai." Alan pressed his hands on both sides of the sword hilt, with no emotion on his dead face: "It has been dealt with."

Hua Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing the words "Mu Na Heitai", her heart dropped back into her stomach. When she heard that the treatment was over, she wanted to smile as usual and praise her bodyguard.

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However, when she turned her eyes slightly, she inadvertently glanced at the envelope in her hand, and the smile that had not reached her eyes was completely frozen in an instant:

"Damn it! Damn it!" She frowned tightly, with unconcealable hatred in her eyebrows: "Mu Na Heitai deserves to die! Everyone deserves to die!"

Her voice was low and thick, like using a hammer to hammer down the disgust and resentment in her words one by one. While cursing in a low voice, she unfolded the letter carefully, smoothed it out, and wanted to

Restore it to its original state.

However, both the flower note and the envelope were made of Xinli cardboard that had been starched several times. After rubbing and stroking, obvious creases appeared on the paper, and gray-white glue was exposed in some places.

Dirty, it no longer looked as gorgeous and dazzling as before.

The expression on Huazhen's face changed from gloomy to ferocious, and then from ferocious to calm.

"Damn it!" She cursed at the end, raised her hand and threw the letter towards Alan's hand, and the two smile curves at the corners of her lips straightened, which made her face appear gloomier than before:

"Wait a minute, go and chop Na Mu Na Heitai into meat paste... No, no meat paste, chop it into pieces for me to make broth, then feed it to those Mu Na Heitai, and tell them that this is theirs

Whoever eats more of the same kind of meat will get a reward."

Alan still said nothing, but quietly put the letter away and turned to look outside the cave.

The rain has weakened and the wind has become gentler, but the sky is still gloomy. It seems that the rain may continue to fall for a long time.

"Go back." Hua Zhen also noticed the sky outside. Perhaps she felt that it had been a long time since she left Baihuayuan, so she whispered and walked out.

Alan is tall and has long legs. He crossed in front of her in just one step. He picked up the oil umbrella that was lying upside down and opened it above her head.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, a tall man in black clothes and a girl in a light yellow spring shirt held an oil umbrella and walked slowly side by side. The spring grass was everywhere, and the branches were dotted with fresh green. It was a picture of enjoying spring.

However, more than ten steps outside the cave, a body with its body and head separated fell to the ground, abruptly destroying this picturesque scenery.

The wind gently picked up the raindrops and threw them on the head that was chopped off by a sword. The white hair had been soaked by the rain and stuck tightly to the cheeks, so the face of the corpse could not be seen clearly.

Only the blood could be seen spreading around like a winding river, with mottled bright red covering the mud path.

Hua Zhen lifted up her skirt, stood on tiptoes, and carefully stepped over the wet red spots on the ground. Somehow, her mood seemed to be getting better again.

She bent her eyes towards the red ground, stepped on her wooden clogs gently, opened her lips, and sang the most popular song at the moment along with the sound of the rain and the wooden clogs on the ground:

"Spring is good, the swing is lazy, and the ground is covered with red flowers, no one cares about it..."

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The peach blossoms are about to bloom.

Even in the northern country far away from the south of the Yangtze River, spring usually comes later than elsewhere, but the peach blossoms will eventually bloom.

With the wind becoming gentler and the sky becoming clearer and clearer, the freshness that has been buried all winter will finally bloom.

Time changes, just like when flowers bloom, some people no longer exist.

Wei Shu never found the body of Aunt Zhu.

The only thing she was sure of was that Aunt Zhu was dead.

That thin figure standing quietly in the dusk waving to her was Wei Shu's last memory of her.

She knew that this white-haired old woman must be somewhere in Commander Zuo's Mansion: underground, at the bottom of a well, in the depths of a pond. That thin and old body must be huddled coldly in these unknown places.

It decomposes and weathers alone until it blends into the mud and dust.

No one knows how Aunt Zhu died.

She just disappeared out of thin air. Just like the countless slaves who disappeared in Baishuang City.

The death of a Mu Na Heitai is no more important than the death of a dog. The prosperity, liveliness and joy of Baishuang City will never be affected by the death of several Song people.

The rainy season is over and spring is coming.

In the garden of Balan's house, peach blossoms have bloomed all over the trees. The ladies on an outing are in groups, dressed in brocade. The colorful dresses are more delicate than the peach blossoms, and the precious incense dyes the spring breeze.

Desire to be drunk.

In the midst of all the qiluo fragrance, the blue moon gauze skirt on Hua Zhen's body was like a drop of water in the lake, disappearing in the crowd.

In fact, occasionally someone would mistakenly look at it and feel that the blue dress is somewhat similar to the blue robe and blue skirt of the maids from various palaces.

Therefore, since the beginning of the banquet, those eyes with various meanings have been glanced at Huazhen from time to time. The girls' light laughter has also been heard occasionally, and every time Huazhen looks back, the smiling face

, the noble ladies who looked at him either turned away their eyes as if nothing had happened, or smiled back in a seemingly friendly manner, as if those whispers and silent ridicules were just an illusion.

Even though that could never be an illusion.

Such eyes, comments and that kind of silent but pervasive side glances have almost run through Hua Zhen's short life. Now it's just a change of place and some characters. The little things inside,

Nothing has been changed.

She has long been accustomed to this, and apparently she seems to be calm about it.

Of course, people with good eyesight can still see that the blue gauze skirt on Huazhen's body is as light as a floating cloud, like a tear falling from the sky, and the embroidery on it is even more exquisite and elegant, far beyond the attire of the maids.

But even so, Hua Zhen at the outing banquet was once again surrounded by a vague coldness because of her clothes.

Compared with the heavy brocade hundred-butterfly skirt written by Balan, the fifth daughter of the Balan family, and the thousand-two-piece crocodile gauze sheer shirt written by Pearl Fulun, the daughter of the wolf-headed upstart Nadan family

, he is still a country bumpkin with a shallow background and simple clothes.

Even if her father and brother were in charge of half of the frontier army, even if half of the power in Baishuang City was in the hands of Mangtai, the Dan family would still be the most powerful among the nobles.

This is the difference between the new rich and the established nobles.

Huazhen stood under a magnolia tree, the coldness in her eyes was like a sword, attacking the vast east wind, but the smile on her lips was still as sweet as usual.
Chapter completed!