Lin Chu was stunned: "Why should I help King Rouran get out of trouble?"
Is she crazy or is Helianqi crazy?
"That's nonsense!" Shi Feifei said bitterly: "Sixth Master and King Rouran are incompatible with each other, so how could he help him get out of trouble? He almost lost his life in the act, so let them try it themselves!"
Zhong Si looked at her: "Master Lin has been taking care of you behind closed doors in the palace all day. Due to the urgent situation in the court, the chief minister has been repeatedly ignored. He had no choice but to bring us into the palace. He himself entered the palace and never returned.
Mansion."
Lin Chu frowned slightly.
Kuizhou is the border between Western Chu, Northern Desert and Southern Xinjiang. It was originally a territory belonging to Northern Desert. When Princess Anya of Northern Desert got married more than ten years ago, the Northern Mo Emperor gave Kuizhou to Western Chu as a dowry.
Since then, Kuizhou has become a place where the Western Chu and the northern desert and southern Xinjiang live together. The geographical location is quite special.
And... the most special thing is... Lin's ancestral home is in Kuizhou. It is also where Jingshui Village is located!
Lin Zhi issued a killing order in the territory of Western Chu, and He Lianqi could not survive in the northern desert of Western Chu.
When he fled there, did he want to escape to southern Xinjiang via Kuizhou or...had other plans?
"Sixth Master, don't worry too much." Shi Feifei said softly: "Master Lin is a man who can do great things. With him on his side, no matter what, the sky will not fall on your head."
Lin Chu frowned slightly, a cold, dark red light flashed in his eyes, and reached out to grab the clothes lying beside the bed.
"What are you trying to do?"
Her actions startled Shi Feifei and Zhong Si. They held her hands down, one on the left and the other on the right. The two of them exerted all their strength, and Lin Chu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, could not break away for a while.
She sighed softly: "The flames of war have already reached our doorstep, how can I back down!"
"That won't work!" Zhong Sining frowned and said, "My task is to watch you and don't mess around!"
"Let her go." Shi Ruhai stroked his beard: "Sect Leader Lin went through life and death for her, and standing idly by will cost her her life!"
…
It rained all day during the day and stopped in the evening.
The weather in Shangjing before and after the Qingming Festival was originally unstable. A day of heavy rain exhausted all the warmth I had just accumulated. It was bitingly cold.
Pedestrians should wrap their clothes tightly and no one would go out unless necessary.
The moon is in the sky, and the first quarter moon is already dark, and it becomes even hazier after being soaked by rain.
Walking on the long street under the dim moonlight, I felt that the road under my feet seemed blurry and difficult to distinguish. In addition, the spring rain had just stopped, and the road was slippery, making it difficult to walk.
Gululu.
On the long street, a carriage was slowly approaching. It was quiet all around, and the sound of the carriage wheels pressing against the road was extremely clear and could be heard far away.
There are two mermaid oil headlamps hanging in front of the car, which are amazingly bright in the dark night. On a cold rainy night, they are extremely warm.
The coachman shouted, grabbed the reins, and stopped the carriage in front of a huge gatehouse.
He quickly raised his eyes and took a breath at the majestic stone lions placed under the steps on both sides of the gatehouse.
The lion's huge mouth seems to be able to swallow everything.
The coachman climbed up the steps. He breathed into his palm first, then raised his hand to grab the copper ring in the beast's mouth and smashed it down hard.
Bang bang bang!
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"
Squeak!
It took a long time before I saw a head sticking out of the corner door: "Who is it? Why are you knocking at night? Come tomorrow during the day!"
After saying this, the man turned around and closed the door.
"Wait!"
The coachman pressed his hand on the door and said to him with a smile: "Can you please send me a message? Master Sikong is here to visit!"
