Si Yiluo was always silent, and he only talked more in front of her.
In her impression, she always wore her iconic black clothes. In her previous life, she was the commander of the Royal Guards and put on a bright red flying fish uniform. Only then did she realize how stunning her friend looked.
The girl in black poked the flames with a stick, but avoided her first question and answered calmly.
"I don't have any plans. There is something I can't figure out. I want to go back to Beijing for a visit."
The roars of wild beasts could be heard in the silent mountain forest, and the footsteps of animals suddenly approached in the grass behind them.
"What's the noise?"
Bi Tao hugged Shen Moran tightly in fear, and Shen Moran hugged Si Yiluo tightly, and the three of them crowded together.
Si Yiluo threw away the stick, stood up and said, "Let's talk about old times later. The beasts in the mountains smelled the fishy smell and came looking for them. Come on, I will take you back to Beijing."
The moonlight is bright and the stars are like a waterfall.
Shen Moran and Bi Tao could no longer hold back their sleepiness and took a nap in the carriage.
Si Yiluo drove the carriage on the quiet official road.
A cool breeze carrying the smell of green grass rushed towards the face, and a city in the distance crawled on the ground like a majestic beast, swallowing up everyone who entered.
In her previous life, she died at the gate of this city, pierced by thousands of arrows.
Wei Heyan, who was thought to be dead, suddenly became the King of Han. He stood quietly on the city wall and watched her die under random arrows, bearing the reputation of being a rebellious minister and traitor.
That face made her lose consciousness, and that cold look in her eyes made her feel like a joke!
There is a white edge on the distant horizon, and the light fish belly white makes the sky above our heads look like a dome.
Seeing the mountains and running to death, even though we have seen Shengjing City not far away, we still drove for a long time.
Approaching the city gate, the ancient and tall city gate opened from the inside, and several brocade guards wearing green brocade uniforms rode out of the city on tall horses.
"Jin Yiwei is handling the case, get out of the way quickly!"
The people who had no time to dodge were knocked to the side of the road, causing a commotion.
Si Yiluo calmly drove the carriage to the roadside and waited for them to pass.
Horse hooves kick up dust.
Shen Moran opened the curtain and came out, looking at the Jin Yiwei adults in bright clothes and angry horses, and asked puzzledly: "I left the city early in the morning, what happened?"
Si Yiluo stared at their backs.
"The Jinyi Guardsman directly drives the guards, patrols and arrests, and also collects intelligence. It must be something happened outside the city."
There are too many things that Jinyiwei has to deal with every day. Among the group of people just now, there are one hundred households and two general banners. The errands they have to handle should be nothing compared to the ministers forming a clique and rebelling.
She looked away.
"Let's go to town."
She was wearing black clothes, and the blood had dried long ago so that it was not obvious. There were female relatives in the car. After revealing her identity as the Prime Minister's Mansion, she did not conduct excessive interrogation.
But at an angle that no one else could see, a figure suddenly ran under the carriage, and no one in the carriage noticed it.
Si Yiluo's expression remained unchanged and he drove the carriage directly to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He turned back to Shen Moran and said, "You guys go in first. I have something to do. Lend me the carriage."
Shen Moran got off the car and stood on the spacious and clean street, looking up at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, with a bottomless cold look in his eyes.
"Okay, come see me at the Prime Minister's Mansion when you have time."
Even her best friend will not always be with her, and the next step will be her own battlefield.
Watching them knock on the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Si Yiluo drove the carriage away. People were coming and going on the street. The crowd was full of Jin Yiwei's eyes, as if they were looking for someone.
Several eyes fell on him and then quickly looked away.
Si Yiluo drove his car and strolled around the street casually, looking at the bustle and bustle on the street, remembering the locations of the sentry posts with his peripheral vision.
The capital is still the same as before, and the Jin Yiwei is still as orderly as before without her.
Walking to the door of a teahouse, a low voice of a man humming a tune came out from the open window of the private room on the second floor. This voice... Si Yiluo thought about it, stopped the car, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden board.
"Brother, aren't you planning to come out yet?"
Going around and around, the carriage is still on this street, and the people under the carriage are secretly worried.
Her voice pierced the tight heartstrings of the man, causing him to feel horrified and flip over from under the car.
There was a flash of cold light, and the dagger stabbed straight towards her neck.
Si Yiluo was already on guard. He leaned back to avoid it and at the same time supported his body with his elbows, raised his feet and kicked towards the opponent's door.
The man had no choice but to withdraw his moves. He couldn't hit a single blow, and he didn't want to fight. He quickly turned around and tried to escape.
The hidden threads on the street noticed the movement here, and came from all directions.
Si Yiluo took the opportunity to attack the man's back and cut off his retreat.
Seeing that he was about to fall into the big net under the brocade cloth, the man looked up and saw the window of the private room on the second floor was open. He made an instant decision, tapped his toes on the carriage, and jumped in.
"Quickly, catch that man!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
The secret agents among the common people all flashed their weapons. On the roof not far away, there were guards in official uniforms approaching with swords.
The originally lively street suddenly boiled like water in a pan of oil. The scattered crowds blocked Jin Yiwei's movements, making it impossible for them to arrive in the first place!
The girl in black curled her lips slightly and jumped into the window after the man.
"Don't move! Otherwise I will kill him!"
The private room was filled with the faint fragrance of pear blossoms. The man hijacked a frail young man wearing a mask, and placed a dagger on the other's fragile neck.
There was the sound of footsteps rushing up the wooden stairs of the teahouse, and the rapid footsteps made the man look crazy.
"Let me go!"
Si Yiluo remained unmoved and used his palm as a blade to swing straight at the hostage. The man subconsciously led the hostage back.
The space in the private room was small, and the man tripped over a stool and became distracted.
Si Yiluo chased after her, and the eyes behind the mask looked at her in panic. Before she lifted the mask, the footsteps stopped at the door. Si Yiluo quickly turned his palm into a hook, hooked the man's wrist, and took away the other man's hand.
dagger, and pushed the person to the ground with his backhand.
The whole process only took two breaths. The weak young master seemed to be frightened and his followers reacted and protected him behind them.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and two rows of uniformed guards rushed in, drawing their swords to control the situation.
The fragrance of pear blossoms that disrupted the rhythm was mixed with the smell of dust. In the panic of silence, a person stepped across the threshold with the breeze under his feet and stepped in.
Si Yiluo's heart, which had been silent for many years, suddenly became panicked.
is it him?
Black boots stopped in front of me.
Slowly raising her head, the first thing she saw was the bright red skirt made of makeup. The knees were decorated with complicated patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads. There was a Luan belt tied around her thin waist. A dark scabbard lay across her chest.
Head...
It was a pair of well-jointed hands holding a knife. Under the cool white skin on the back of the hands, the man's blue blood vessels were slightly raised.
These hands are so beautiful. Si Yiluo has seen him kill people, and they look even better when he kills people.
His eyes stopped for a moment on the python pattern on the other person's chest. He raised his eyes and saw the person coming, and a poem suddenly popped into his mind.
There is no one to care about the clear breeze and bright moon, and the south building is still cold.
The man's slender auspicious eyes glanced at her indifferently, and the lively colors of the brocade clothes could not cover up the coldness in his eyes.
Si Yiluo suddenly realized that even if she could come back to life again, she still couldn't help but fall in his eyes at the first sight.
The meeting she had fantasized about countless times happened naturally in a tense atmosphere, and the chill emanating from the sword on her shoulder made her realize that her life was different.