Red plums reflect youth

Inspector Yan ordered Xu Changming and his party to visit Kuanshan on a light ride, and Liu Qiaoyang and Ziqing also followed.A group of people did not stop, and it took two days and nights to arrive.

The way of being robbed does not lead to the village in front, nor to the shop in the back, with the back against the green hills and cliffs, and facing a river of still water.The carriage was broken, the armor was scattered, and it was a mess, leaving only traces of fighting.The bloodstains had dried up, but no corpses could be seen.

The soldier who escaped cried: "What a ruthless bandit, he didn't even let the corpse go."

Xu Changming surveyed the site and found traces of being dragged on the ground, stretching all the way to the river. He couldn't help being surprised: "Could it be thrown into the river?" He sighed, and then arranged several subordinates to a village dozens of miles away Investigate the whereabouts of the bandits.

"Qiao Yang~!" Ziqing suddenly exclaimed, "Did Qiao Sheng wear these shoes when he went out that day?"

Liu Qiaoyang followed the prestige, the shoes that Ziqing was holding in trembling hand, if not Qiao Sheng's, who else?

Do not!This is impossible!

Liu Qiaoyang's chest heaved up and down, and his fists were tightly clenched.

A shoe, proclaiming the death of a close relative; a slap, actually separates yin and yang.

God, you really fucking know how to joke!

Liu Qiaoyang clenched his teeth, half-kneeled on the ground, and punched the ground hard!

……

The clouds are scattered, the sun is sinking on the river, the cold wind is raging, and the moon is on the branches.

From day to night, the two had been sitting by the river, staring blankly at the river, without saying a word.

Xu Changming didn't know how to comfort the two, so he had to lead his subordinates to camp aside.

The river flows slowly under the night, the river is full of mist, and the cold moon is reflected on the river, hazy and desolate.

Suddenly, a faint ray of resentment and admiration, such as weeping and complaining, the sound of the jade flute passed through the mist, floated to everyone's ears, and then disappeared with the wind.Everyone looked up, only to see a small boat slowly swaying in the shimmering mist.

Sitting at the stern of the boat is a noble figure, with the jade flute facing down, blowing softly with lowered eyebrows.Standing at the prow of the boat was a graceful figure, half-hiding her pretty face, whispering softly:

"Who do you want to ask Jun?"

"Dear life and evening death lament floating life,"

"Come like flying flowers, disperse like smoke."

"Ask Junsi who?"

"Today, tomorrow, tomorrow, what night,"

"The figure in the dream, meet by chance."

While singing, the woman moved her body lightly, and from time to time she jingled crisp bells, intertwined with the sad and wandering flute in the mist of the cold night, which made people feel a strange sense of resentment.

When the boat slowly approached the shore, a thick and tall man came out of the cabin.The young man at the stern moved his fingers, gracefully turned the flute back in his hand, and said to the woman at the bow: "Ling'er, you enter the cabin and wait for us. Uncle Chang, help me ashore." The voice was clear and moving.

"Yes, young master." The two replied, Ling'er lowered her waist and entered the cabin, and Uncle Chang helped the young master in white to lean over to the shore.

In front of everyone, the young man in white raised his head and smiled suddenly. At that moment, an orchid in an empty valley broke through the ice and bloomed proudly in the sky, it was extremely beautiful!Gorgeous!Extremely cold!Extreme!

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Xu Changming immediately came to his senses and asked the young man in white in front of him.

The young man in white tapped his forehead with his flute, and said mockingly: "The road is facing the sky, each side should go. We are just passing by, do we need to report to you?"

Being rudely rebutted, Xu Changming suppressed the anger in his heart: "This is the scene of a robbery. We are the official of Zongzheng Division of the capital, and we are investigating here."

The young man in white sneered at the words, ignored them, and let the big man hold a torch and walk around the scene, then raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Is Zong Zhengsi an official? It really is a bunch of incompetent morons."

"You!..." Xu Changming got angry and was about to ask questions, but was stopped by the shrewd and careful Liu Qiaoyang.

Liu Qiaoyang bowed to the young master in white, and said sincerely: "The young master of Linglongzhai, Liu Qiaoyang, came to check because my younger brother was involved. I don't know what the young master found, can you tell me."

Unexpectedly, the young man in white glanced at Liu Qiaoyang, smiled lightly and said, "Linglongzhai? Not interested." Then he ordered the big man beside him: "Uncle Chang, take me to the cliff to have a look."

"Yes!" The voice was powerful, with extraordinary internal strength.The big man hugged the young man in white by the waist, and easily climbed up the cliff in just three or two steps.Everyone exclaimed: What a handsome skill!

The guards who wanted to use force to demonstrate had no choice but to give up this boring idea at this moment.

After the two of them finished watching, the big man brought the young man in white down with light steps, and returned to the boat like a gust of wind.Before everyone came back to their senses, Qingyue's voice was heard: "Uncle Chang, let's go." Then he saw Qinggui, a young man in white, standing on the bow of the boat as usual, and sailed slowly into the smoky river with the small boat.

Ziqing dragged Liu Qiaoyang to the side, and said softly, "I can hear that the piece played by the young man in white looks like mourning, but the tone of the tone is very special, and it seems to have a different meaning. And the name is Ling'er. The last line of the poem sung by a woman is: Meet by fate. I think he must be implying that Qiao Sheng is still alive."

Liu Qiaoyang nodded lightly: "It is very possible that he must have discovered something. It's just that this person comes and goes strangely, and I don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend. I will immediately ask the shadow guard to follow this person." Thinking that Qiao Sheng might still be alive, Liu Qiaoyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ziqing heard this, she asked in confusion, "Shadow Guard? Since when did you have a Shadow Guard?"

Liu Qiaoyang raised his eyebrows and said, "How can the dignified co-rudder not have shadow guards?"

"You! When did you become the co-pilot master!? Didn't you only buy from Haifengtang? Why did you join this kind of organization! You are dying!" Ziqing stared at Qiao Yang resentfully, and asked in surprise.

Qiao Yang hurriedly said to him, "Ah, ah, I will pay attention to safety!" Do you want to tell Ziqing that I secretly colluded with Mu Chengyou to help the third prince ascend the throne?Well, I think it’s better to forget it!

"Humph!"