The setting sun gradually turned orange-red on the foothills. On the hillside, a few carriages were parked by the side of the road. There were people following them from afar. Ning Yi and Su Tan'er sat down on the grassy slope and watched Xiaochan, Juan'er, and Xing'er playing around Ning Xi.
"Have you … thought it through?"
"It's up to me whether I've thought it through or not. I didn't want to put you here. I planned to come here after the performance in the two buildings. "
"How is Yongping?"
"He should be ready for the exam."
"I … thought you wouldn't come so early. Because the secret report said that Gao Muen is looking for trouble. "
"It's just a small matter. Teacher Ji from the Prime Minister's Residence has helped to settle it. The rest of us will deal with it. It won't be too big."
"Who's Little Pin?"
"Ah?"
"I remember the first time I saw Little Pin. Two layers of clothes with the word 'heart' …"
The woman paused after each word. Ning Yi's face was filled with confusion as if he only just remembered this.
"That … Little Pin refers to a person?"
"Ah?"
"I thought it was referring to something else. In the entire poem, I feel that these two lines have the least artistic conception …"
"… Husband, you're too shameless."
"There's really no one called Little Pin …"
The couple joked about this poem for a while. Su Tan'er squeezed Ning Yi's hand and didn't say Li Pin's name in the end. Otherwise, Ning Yi's face would probably turn green. After a while, Ning Yi brought up the matter of returning to Jiangning.
"I brought a few people over to stay in Kiyuan for a while. They can help you with something. It can be considered an experiment … When we return to Jiangning, it's time to pay our respects to father-in-law. Actually, there might be another matter this time … Two days ago, Chen Fan came to look for me in the capital."
"Chen Fan …" Su Tan'er naturally remembered this name. After repeating it, she frowned. "He … at this time …"
"It's about Fang Qifo." Ning Yi looked at the sunset in the distance and whispered, "He hopes that I can help …"
After saying this, he looked at his wife's hesitant expression and shook his head with a smile. "Of course I can't help much."
Su Tan'er's worried expression eased a little. She lowered her head and pondered for a moment. Then, she continued to frown, "But... can we reject it? Do you … want to reject it? "
"It's not a matter of whether I refuse or not. I want to return the favor, but in this matter, whoever touches it will die. I've told Chen Fan everything, and he'll understand. "
"But … Husband, you still plan to do something, right?"
Su Tan'er stared at him. Ning Yi sighed and reached out to put his arm around her shoulder. "I hope … even if things don't work out, they can at least stay alive. Chen Fan, and this time … Liu Watermelon, I won't consider meeting them. I won't consider meeting them. Fang Baihua and the others don't necessarily like me, and I don't plan to contact them. Maybe at most … I'll see if it's possible to meet Fang Qifo. If I can do this, I'll have done my best. "
He looked at the child who was clapping his hands and shouting not far away and paused. "Half of this family belongs to you, so I want you to know this … We have a child now, and I won't mess around."
"I don't want to … stop you from returning the favor. If it were me, I would also return it … but I'm always a little worried about such a big thing." Su Tan'er leaned on Ning Yi's shoulder and forced a smile. When it came to these things, women would always think more than men. But after a while, she also calmed down. "Apart from persuading them, what else can I do?"
"There are a few accounts in Jiangnan. Maybe we can make a fuss. I don't know the details, but I can inform Chen Fan and the others." Ning Yi told his wife about the accounts and the rumor that Fang La left behind the treasure. "These accounts can't be convicted now, but there are many things that don't need to be taken to court. If the person behind the scenes is Fang La's direct descendant, Chen Fan and the others will find a way to find the accounts, and there will be some room to maneuver. "
Su Tan'er nodded.
Not long after, the setting sun burned out the afterglow between the foothills, and night fell. Torches were lit next to the carriage. A few spots of light slowly went from the hillside to the small county not far away, and then gathered with the sparse lights in the county. Because of the arrival of Ning Yi and the others, the small courtyard was no longer suitable for accommodations. Tan'er arranged for the womenfolk to live in the courtyard, and she and Ning Yi lived in an inn in the county. When the husband and wife reunited, there were always a lot of things to say and do, but it was not necessary to tell others about it.
In the same night, the foothills hundreds of miles to the south of Woodland were also lit up with lights. This was not a barren area. Among the rolling foothills and hills, there were towns and villages of various sizes, and official roads and rivers intersected them. Many of the villages were relatively rich. Recently, due to the news of the evil deeds of Fang La's remaining bandits, the security in the surrounding villages was slightly stricter, and the people in the Jianghu people who came and went were more careful. But after all, it was a relatively peaceful area. Even so, the situation around it was not as tense as it was in Shandong. For ordinary people, they might not even notice the change in the atmosphere in their living areas.
Near a large house in the remote foothills, Chen Fan, who was travel-worn, passed through several hidden sentries under the lead of his comrades in the Revolutionary Army, and then saw Fang Baihua, who looked tired because of injury, but still had a spirited look in her eyes. The two of them didn't say much. After a brief greeting, Fang Baihua looked at him. Chen Fan shook his head, and the middle-aged woman nodded indifferently. To her, this outcome was within her expectations.
She had heard some things about Ning Yi, and she had seen him before. Chen Fan and Watermelon were entangled with him, but if he could solve the matter of Fang Qifo, it would be too exaggerated to say that Ning Yi was a god. At this moment, she didn't want to pursue the matter of Ning Yi because it was meaningless.
"… I went to inquire about it. The people involved in this matter about Master are not simple. The first one who wants Master's life is Wang Ci, and then there are several big families in the capital and other places, namely …"
Chen Fan whispered, but Fang Baihua gently raised her hand and interrupted him, "I know."
"Then the matter at hand …" Chen Fan could die to save Fang Qifo, but he didn't want too many people to die with him. It was just that it was difficult for him to speak. His lips moved, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes. Fang Baihua looked at him and shook her head.
"Chen Fan, your Master … actually doesn't want you to get involved in this kind of thing. You are right to think this way. If you take people away now, no one will blame you …"
Chen Fan stared at her.
Although he was Fang Qifo's disciple, there was a hierarchy in Fang La's army. Chen Fan didn't hold a very important position, so his relationship with Fang Baihua wasn't as close as Liu Watermelon's. Therefore, Fang Baihua's eyes were cold at this time. She put her life aside and didn't need anyone to understand her coldness.
"You can go and see Watermelon. These days, her temper has been a bit bad. You young people should be easier to talk to. There's no need to mention other things. "
Chen Fan nodded, then cupped his hands and left.
Recently, on one hand, Watermelon was facing the enemy who had killed her father. On the other hand, as her companions, she didn't necessarily understand why the Tyrannical Blade Camp left when Hangzhou City was conquered. There was a reason for her bad temper. When Chen Fan found her, she was sitting on a big rock on the hillside outside the manor in a daze. She held her big blade in her arms. When she saw Chen Fan, her eyes moved slightly, but then they became colder.
"I saw him," Chen Fan said, "but he couldn't do anything."
Watermelon's eyes moved slightly, but then they became cold again. Chen Fan said, "He couldn't come to see you, but he hoped that you could consider the big picture and leave here."
The girl holding the big blade tilted her head and looked at the moonlight in the sky. After a moment, she said, "He knew that even if he came, he wouldn't be able to persuade me."
"He asked me to bring you a letter." Chen Fan took out a letter. He wanted to give it to the girl, but seeing her expression, he finally put it on the rock beside her. In reality, the current situation wasn't good for either of them. Chen Fan went to the capital with hope to find Ning Yi, but when he came back, he had to tell Fang Baihua, Watermelon, and the others to leave. And Chen Fan went to the capital to find Ning Yi. Perhaps Watermelon had a glimmer of hope in her heart. At this time, she had no choice. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still sad and disappointed.
After Chen Fan left, the girl sat there, not paying attention to the letter beside her. She hugged the big blade and pressed her cheek against the hilt. It wasn't until the mountain wind rose and the letter was about to be blown away that she grabbed it.
The moonlight was clear on the mountainside, but this kind of light couldn't be used to read the letter. The girl sat for a while, put the big blade on her back, and walked to a small house not far away from the manor. These days, many of the people who saved the Seven Buddhas didn't like her, and she didn't like those people either. Today, when Fang Baihua used his power to settle those people in the manor, she didn't even bother to go over. She only chose to stay around with Du Sha and the others.
She walked to the door of the shabby small room, inserted a half-burned torch, and then lit it. Holding the big blade, she sat on the ground under the eaves. When she took out the letter from the envelope, the paper was densely packed with words, which made her feel a little angry.
She had practiced martial arts since she was a child. Although she was literate, she didn't have a good foundation in words. Sometimes she felt a headache when she read some letters written by scholars. Ning Yi's foundation in words was very high. What was the point of writing such a letter to show off if she couldn't understand it? However, this kind of emotion disappeared without a trace after reading a few sentences.
"Ah Gua, seeing words is like seeing your face. It's been almost a year since we parted in the south. I don't know what your family has become, and I don't know if you are still as willful as before … I really want to come and see you, but the situation doesn't allow it … "
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