The male shadow was equally thin, but could easily completely cover her shadow.
Ling Yutong trembled and closed her eyes, it was too thrilling.
And, who is this person? Is it a coincidence or intentional that he covers her existence with his shadow?
She soon understood that this man meant to help. Because no matter how he moved, whether he raised his hand or moved his steps, his shadow seemed to be precisely calculated, covering her tightly without revealing even a single bit.
Ling Yutong didn't dare to move, her thoughts were like racing, trying to figure out who this person was.
The clear sound of conversation fell into her ears.
"Master Yan Shilang, I am looking for you today because I really have something important to do. You also know that there has been some unrest in Northern Xinjiang recently. I have some affairs and it is really difficult to keep both sides in mind."
"That's your errand, don't delay my errand."
Yan Lishen's voice was unexpectedly calm and his deep bass sounded like a very elegant Confucian scholar, but he was holding the bloodiest knife and specializing in interrogation.
"Hey, please stop! I didn't dare to ask my father, the minister, so I came to ask you. Just..."
A cold snort: "It's bloody here, I'll teach you somewhere else."
Ling Yutong was stunned when he heard this.
Wait, you just left so easily? Didn't you sound impatient just now and didn't want to disturb your errand?
Shangshu's father...
Such key words made her pupils shrink. If he is a minister, and he is related to the Ministry of Punishment... Chen Yikang, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment? Then, the man with the clear voice is Chen Qiushui! Why did he...
She pursed her lips tightly, and the more they were about to leave, the more she dared not relax.
When the corner became quiet, she waited for a while before daring to move.
At this time, it was just a few centimeters away from the time for a cup of tea that Qi Yan had mentioned. She quickly gathered her mind and slipped out quickly.
When she breathed in the night air outside, Qi Yan grabbed her wrist violently.
The huge force wrapped around her hand, causing slight pain.
But when she raised her eyes and met Qi Yan's dark eyes, her suppressed worry was immediately clear.
So, she was about to get annoyed and stepped forward, gently stroking his hair with her other hand that wasn't being held.
"It's okay. Look, didn't I get stuck? I did it..."
Qi Yan's voice was deep and unpleasant: "You are ten breaths late."
He has laid out everything and is about to create chaos in the training room and take her out personally.
Ling Yutong bit her lip and caught a glimpse of Qi Yan's terrifying face. Her voice lowered unconsciously. "Then, it can't be so clear, right? You also said that there will be an accident..."
Seeing that Qi Yan's aura was getting lower and lower, she did not dare to say anything anymore and said in a low voice: "Then why don't I tell you how to communicate with the two lieutenants..."
Qi Yan shook his head and loosened his wrist slightly. There was a red mark on the suddenly released wrist. He lowered his eyes, feeling secretly annoyed in his heart.
How could she be so...
Low words escaped from his mouth: "No need, I believe you."
Ling Yutong was startled, and she couldn't help but smile a little at the corners of her lips.
I just feel that the most beautiful and heart-warming words in the world are nothing more than a word of unhesitating trust.
On the way back, she told him everything that happened in a low voice. After she finished speaking, she saw Qi Yan frowning.
"Chen Qiushui."
He read the name again, and the doubts in his heart were not clear.
The Qi family had never had the slightest relationship with the Ministry of Punishment and the Procuratorate of the Capital. Even if Qi Songjin brought guilty persons on the battlefield, his acquaintance with the Ministry of Punishment was just official business.
The Punishment Department has the most rules and regulations, and everyone is serious from top to bottom. A person like Qi Songjin, who is free and easy on the battlefield, is simply incompatible with the people in the Punishment Department, and they never say a word.
Doubts gnawed in my heart.
Qi Yan glanced back at Ling Yutong, thinking about the elders in his family. He only hoped that today's adventure would be useful, and that his family could get rid of the charge of treason as soon as possible and return to the sunshine.
This night was uneventful.
The next day, the Holy Father was so depressed that he threw the vase on the floor in anger.
"Why haven't this year's taxes been collected yet? Are the officials in charge of each state, county, and group dead?"
"This summer is so hot. The palace is not as cool as other courtyards. If there is a shortage of twice as much ice, you..."
A series of curses escaped from the Holy Master's mouth, and all the female eunuchs in the palace knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to say a word.
Xifu's heart pounded, and he resigned himself to his fate and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, it's not the local states and counties that don't care, it's the people who really can't afford the high taxes!"
"Last year, there was a drought during the harvest, which reduced the income of ordinary people too much. It is also difficult for them..."
What Xifu said was from the bottom of his heart, but in the ears of the Holy Master, it was a blatant contradiction.
The Holy Emperor narrowed his eyes angrily: "When did you become the talk of the people?"
The strong and fierce momentum rushed towards Xifu. Xifu was so horrified that he kowtowed repeatedly and said he didn't dare. As a person around the Holy Sage, he should think about what the Holy Sage thinks and satisfy the Holy Sage's wishes. He should never have his own will...
…
It’s just that it’s really difficult over there in Northern Xinjiang!
It is obviously summer, but sand and dust are blowing in northern Xinjiang. The dust is so thick that it can make your eyes dizzy. You have to take one step at a time to walk steadily and safely.
The people along the way were walking with such difficulty.
Their hair was disheveled and their faces were stained with gray, like refugees fleeing for their lives.
However, being forced to leave your homeland by taxes is no different than a refugee.
The middle-aged man walking at the front was named Zhao Song. His eyes were burning with fire, as if he saw hope ahead. He turned around and shouted: "Everyone, go faster! We are about to reach the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang. There are people over there.
The camp where our Zhou soldiers are stationed."
"There is General Qi in the camp!"
The sound of General Qi is the pillar of belief for many people.
Many people were exhausted, so smiles appeared on their lips.
"General Qi knows that we ordinary people are so miserable, and he will definitely not ignore it! He can help us write a letter to the Holy Spirit, and even if it doesn't work, he can also give us a meal of rice porridge."
A voice with infinite imagination said this.
But it aroused a lot of support.
Their pace became faster and faster until they saw the door of the camp.
Zhao Song took a breath and went forward to talk to the soldier. But when he finished speaking, the soldier looked at him with a strange look.
Amidst the weirdness, there is also a hint of sadness and complexity that cannot be concealed.
Zhao Song suddenly felt a little uneasy. He forced a smile and said: "Is General Qi here? I was able to survive with the help of the general before, and my whole family took the county people to defect. It was really helpless, but...
…”
They really have no choice.
The soldier looked at him, his voice a little bitter.
"General, he's gone."
"Now, all the soldiers in northern Xinjiang are led by the Marquis of Annan to fight against the Turks."
Zhao Song was stunned.
His eyes widened in disbelief: "What did you say? When..."
How could this be so! A man as strong-willed as the general...