leave the wind on the grass

Song Yuxian walked aimlessly on the road, the weather was getting colder, he couldn't help shivering, turned his head and said, "Let's go faster, the inn is ahead." After he finished speaking, he turned his head, but only I saw only a few pedestrians on the quiet street. They shrank their necks, wrapped their clothes, or carried loads, or carried bamboo baskets.

Song Yuxian rubbed his hands, and the breath he exhaled immediately condensed into a white mist, which quickly disappeared again.Song Yuxian stomped her feet, as if even her toes were frozen and brittle.

He walked into the inn, threw a piece of silver to the accountant, and walked upstairs without looking back.He opened the door, didn't light the candles, and didn't take off his clothes. He threw himself on the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt, closing his eyes.After a while, he covered his head with the quilt and began to cry again.

After a long time, he fell asleep.

The wind rattled against the window, as if someone's hand was beating to get into the house.Song Yuxian didn't move at all, he was tired, so tired that even breathing in and out felt extremely boring.

The next day.

Song Yuxian left the inn sickly, looking around, he felt that he had nowhere to go.Let's go back.No, he had to find the chess record first.

According to Qi Tu, the chess record should still be in the courtyard of Qi's family, but he has searched all over the well, but he didn't find where it was hidden.Was it really snatched away before this?What does Qi Tu mean?Why would he make such a scam to fool Jianghu.

Who would have thought.

The secret of this chess record was actually made up by Qi Tu himself.

He walked in a daze, thinking as he walked, but he couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

It's a woman's voice.

"Fairy!"

Song Yuxian's face was ashen-colored, she turned her head silently, and looked at the woman with a blue cloth scarf tied on her head, a vegetable basket in her hand, and a short coat made of coarse cloth.

She walked over, looked at Song Yuxian's face, couldn't help but hugged him worriedly, put him in her arms and rubbed his head again and again, "Xianxian, who bullied you! Tell me now!"

Song Yuxian also hugged her politely, kowtowed her head on her shoulder, "Mother! My friend is dead! He's dead! Why can't I save him! He just died! Mother! Can you not Call me Xianxian!"

Seeing such a big son crying in the street, Mrs. Song was so distressed, she patted his shoulder, pinched his face, and comforted him, "Qiu Xiaofeng is dead? He died when he died. , it’s just that his fate is bad, it’s none of our Yuxian’s business!”

"It's not that Qiu Xiaofeng is dead!"

Mother, you just want Qiu Xiaofeng to die so much.

"Then who died?" Aunt Song was very unhappy. The two brothers, Qiu Xiaofeng and Qiu Xuli, had bullied her son a lot when they were young. Fortunately, his son grew up safely, otherwise he would have been with the two of them. Endless!

Asked here, Song Yuxian started crying again.

Seeing that there were more and more onlookers, Aunt Song took Song Yuxian's hand and led her to a courtyard on one side. Song Yuxian was led along the way without looking at the road, and only when she entered the courtyard did she realize that there were servants all around, walking back and forth. Like a small family.

Song Yuxian stopped abruptly and shouted, "Mom! You broke into a private house!"

"Stupid son," Aunt Song slapped Song Yuxian on the head with her fist, and said naturally, "This is our relative, didn't mother tell you to recognize relatives?"

"How can we have such rich relatives?" Song Yuxian stared at the rockery, lotus pond, gilded plaque and glazed tiles in front of him.

"My nephew was joking." While talking, I saw a middle-aged man walking over. He was wearing a black brocade robe and satin, with a hem bordered with white threads. When he was young, he was also imposing and extraordinary.He sized up Song Yuxian, and became more and more satisfied, and said, "Second sister's child has grown up to this age, time flies like an arrow."

His mother slapped Song Yuxian on the head again, and said with a smile, "Silly son, hurry up and call him uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle." Song Yuxian somehow recognized his relatives, but he was still very confused.He only remembered one of the famous mansions in Autumn Town, and that was the mansion of Qi Wuyuan, the lord of Feiyan City.Song Yuxian was stunned for a while, then asked his mother tremblingly, "Mother, who is my uncle?"

His uncle laughed a few times and flicked his sleeves, "Didn't my nephew already guess it?"

Song Yuxian didn't have weak legs when facing the devil, and he didn't tremble when he saw Meng Xin, and he dared to punch him when he saw Gong Zhenglian. I, I want to run away..."

His uncle patted Song Yuxian on the shoulder solemnly, "Yes! The boy is worthy of a great responsibility!"

There are two reasons why Song Yuxian is afraid of people from the government. One is that Mr. Qiu Xuli told him about losing his head. The other is that Mr. Xu once told him that if he can hide from someone from the government, he should hide. Otherwise, it would be an ugly death.Song Yuxian, who was young and ignorant, was threatened and threatened, and the severity was almost the same as Qiu Xiaofeng's level of fear of ghosts.

Song Yuxian was struck by the two palms and the three souls and lost the seven souls, "Uncle, you, you haven't chopped off people's heads, have you?"

His uncle said, "No, whether to chop off the head or not is generally a matter for the emperor."

Song Yuxian breathed a sigh of relief.

His uncle said, "We are just helping to chop."

Song Yuxian nearly fainted.

Then his uncle added, "I just cut one a few days ago. If my nephew wants to see it, there will be one tomorrow. Don't miss it."

Song Yuxian turned to his mother and said, "Mom, I think this place is very dangerous."

His mother slapped him on the head, "Dangerous, he's your uncle!"

"Then why didn't our uncle come to see us when our mother and I were dependent on each other?" Song Yuxian asked.

As soon as this remark came out, the two sides fell silent.

Song Yuxian hoped many times out of boredom, and shook his shoes again. A lot of mud and fine stones got in, which were brought out from the broken yard of Qi's house. He buried Qitu in his house, and it was him It is said that the room where he was once punished for copying books, he also cleaned a little bit, and cleaned the cobwebs.The coffin was not crucified, and he was afraid that if Qitu came back to life one day, what would happen if he couldn't open the board of the coffin.Not to be smothered to death again.By the way, he also saw that the tattoo on Qi Tu's hand was gone.

"You will live in this mansion from now on, don't go back to Yuxi." His uncle didn't say anything, just said that.Song Yuxian pulled back her thoughts. Hearing his question, Song Yuxian wanted to say again, I want to go back to Yuxi instead of living here.He suddenly remembered that Qi Tu couldn't go with him, and he said, "Okay."

His mother was surprised to see that he agreed quickly, and didn't think too much about it, "Son, aren't you sad and stupid?"

"I'm not that idiot Fengfeng!" Song Yuxian replied.

His mother nodded in agreement, "My son is smart, how can that idiot Qiu Xiaofeng compare to my son!"

"Mom, can you stop making excuses?"

After a while, a little girl came over. The little girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, very fresh, quiet and well-behaved.Yes, completely different from Xiao Jiuer.The little girl walked over obediently, saluted Song Yuxian, and said, "Hello, cousin."

This well-known lady is different from the people in Jianghu. Song Yuxian felt that he should also show some self-cultivation, so he grabbed the girl's hand and said, "Hello, cousin."

His mother quickly opened his hand and shouted, "Song Yuxian, what are you doing with your hands! Don't let go!" Sensing that something was wrong, Song Yuxian quickly let go of his hand and said, "I'm sorry, cousin."

The little cousin lowered her head slightly, but found that her cheeks were slightly red, and bowed to City Lord Qi again, "Father, my little girl still hasn't studied poetry and books, so I will leave first."

"Well, let's go." His uncle agreed before the girl dared to leave.

It must not be her own, otherwise why would she be so cautious.

"This girl is not my own," said his uncle. "I saw her pitiful, so I left her at home and adopted her as an adopted daughter. I have no children. I am afraid that I will pass on the family business to her in the future. I just hope She'll be fine."

His uncle said sadly.

This girl is also poor.

"Uncle, where did you find your cousin?" Song Yuxian hesitated when he said picking up words, lowered his voice and realized that the girl was not around.

"Well, do you know about Qijia?" His uncle frowned.

"How is Qi's family?" Song Yuxian asked.

"I picked up this girl the day Qi's family was destroyed. However, she seems to be unable to remember what happened before. The doctor said that she might not be able to remember for the rest of her life."

"Then she is the daughter of the Qi family?"

"Maybe so."

"She doesn't remember what happened before, how could she know that she is not her own?" Song Yuxian asked again.

"Because she's smart."

Song Yuxian nodded thoughtfully, then didn't want to say anything, and said to his uncle, "I want to sleep."

When his uncle realized it, he immediately summoned the housekeeper, and said, "Hurry up and arrange a room for the young master."

His mother felt sorry for her son.

The butler led Song Yuxian around, he felt top-heavy, as if he was about to fall down.He has been lacking energy all day, and since Qi Tu was buried, he doesn't even want to say anything extra.Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw Xiaojiu Ruan Xihe and the like. Could it be that he died too.

Song Yuxian thought with some emotion.

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The night was hazy.

It was pitch black in the inn, not even a dim gleam of light.The person on the bed was already sound asleep, the assassin in black took the sword and pushed open the bolt of the inn door, and tiptoed towards the bed.Sure enough, midnight is the most suitable time for assassinations and the like.

The assassin thought he was safe, but he didn't know that his every move was clearly seen by others.The moment he approached the ground, Qiu Xuli immediately ended him with a backhand sword.He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, pulled back the assassin's black veil, and found that his entire face had been destroyed, leaving only his eyes and nose.Qiu Xuli suddenly came to his senses, "A member of the Demon Sect."

The assassin standing outside the door did not go in, but Qiu Xuli's eyes were glowing, no different from cat's eyes.It must be because of those eyes that he sees the daylight like this.The assassin wrote a few words on the note, "The eyes are different, like seeing things in the daytime" and then released the white dove.

Qiu Xuli noticed a strange noise outside the door, and walked out the door with a sword in hand. Sure enough, there was a sword attack. Qiu Xuli fought with him a few times, and the assassins were all cut by the sword.Confused, he kicked open the door of the next room and shouted, "Gong Zhenglian, get up."

Only then did Gong Zhenglian see Qiu Xuli standing at the door wearing a thin inner garment and holding a sword aggressively, the glint in his eyes suddenly appeared like a ghost.He thought in his heart, it wasn't that Qiu Xuli said that he wanted to sleep separately, but he was going crazy in the middle of the night.

"You sleep like a dead person, don't you know there are assassins?" Qiu Xuli walked in, walked around the room, looking everywhere, afraid to miss an assassin.

"Assassin?" Gong Zhenglian frowned, "I didn't notice."

Qiu Xuli was so angry that he jumped up, "I'm afraid you won't even know if someone picked your neck with a sword!"

"Yes." Gong Zhenglian said, "If you're not here, I'm afraid I'll be killed."

Qiu Xuli jumped onto the bed as soon as he heard the kick from the shoes, voluntarily buried himself under the quilt, and put the sword on the table beside the bed, "This hero will protect you."

"Okay." Gong Zhenglian smiled.

Qiu Xuli turned his head to look at him and said, "Why do you smile so strangely? My eyes can see clearly!"

"Don't ruin your eyes again."

"As long as you don't dig." Qiu Xuli said.

There was silence.