While the two were chatting, someone trotted in, came up to Xu Jiang, and reported something in a low voice.

Xu Jiang threw his hand away, pushed the person to the side, and said angrily: "County Master Qianqian is here, what can't you say if you have anything to say?"

The man's face was ugly, and he bowed respectfully and said, "I'm telling you, Lord Qianqian, that there's a big group of people coming from Qingshan."

"Who is it?" Xu Jiang asked alertly.

The cotton harvest is about to begin, and we must not let a bunch of strangers come in and ruin it.

"It's General Cao! And..." the man stuttered, "there's another person, maybe Pingyang Hou."

The Marquis of Pingyang came to Qingshan. Such a big event shocked everyone who had never seen such a big scene.

"What are they doing here?" Xu Jiang asked.

Could it be that there are still remnants of the bandits in Fanshan?

No one answered Xu Jiang’s question.

The villagers who came to report the news stood there and shook their heads.

He just saw it from a distance and didn't dare to come forward.

When Xia Qianqian heard the name of Marquis Pingyang, her heart felt as if there was a piece of lead stuck in her heart, which was heavy and heavy.

"Village Chief, don't panic."

She comforted and said: "Pingyang Hou is visiting his old place again. Maybe he wants to go to the top of the mountain to enjoy the breeze and enjoy the scenery. You can do whatever you want."

"That's a good feeling." Someone was supporting him in front, and Xu Jiang was naturally very happy.

He greeted Yu Xiang into the room, and the two of them sat around the table and began to discuss how to lay out the land vacated after the cotton picking was completed, and how to allocate the area of ​​various grains.

Among the two, Xu Jiang knew the situation of the land very well, and the other was good at business. As the two complemented each other, the two talked very speculatively. After a while, the argument between the two fell into selflessness.

Li Yunniang, Aunt Gui and others were busy cooking in the house, and Mrs. Li and Wang Yueyue also rolled up their sleeves to help.

Xia Qianqian is in the yard, but her thoughts have already flown away.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of Jiangcheng, dazed.

After waiting for so long, he should have laid a dragnet in the prison of the General's Mansion.

However, Cao Ran is still in Qingshan...

She is a little worried.

After getting up, she called out, "Mom, I haven't been back for a long time. Let's go out for a walk."

"Let's go after eating."

"I'm not hungry."

"Come back soon."

"Okay."

She walked straight out. Hua Zhuer put the bowls and chopsticks in her hands on the table and caught up, "Girl."

"You stay to help."

"Master Mo has told me that this servant must follow the girl at all times."

"You forgot, there is a breeze beside me."

"Girl, let me follow you."

This time, Xia Qianqian did not refuse.

The two of them walked out of the gate, walked along the avenue at the gate, and headed straight towards Qingshan.

On the top of the green mountain, the hot sun shines on the earth, and the leaves droop listlessly under the scorching sun.

The guards in black clothes under the tree were all in high spirits, and their eyes were looking around with vigilance.

In the center where they were gathered, a middle-aged man in a navy blue brocade robe put the basket in his hand on the ground, opened the lid, and took out the candles, yellow paper and other worship items one by one.

"Master Hou, what are you doing?" Cao Ran looked at Xia Chengan's actions and was very puzzled.

"I'm here to pay my respects to Xian'er." His voice was low.

"Master Hou, Xian'er is not dead." Cao Ran was confused, "Xia Qianqian is Xian'er."

"She's not." Xia Chengan's tone became deeper and deeper.

"How could she not be."

Cao Ran looked anxious and hurriedly explained: "When Xian'er fell into the river, the swaddling clothes she was wearing were all hers. The unique birthmark on her wrist, the arrow wound on her body, and she is so similar to my sister. ."

Xia Qianqian is clearly Xia Xiantong, why doesn’t Mr. Hou want to believe it?

Xia Chengan kept moving his hands, inserting the candle into the soil, lighting it with a fire stick, then picking up a stick of incense, lighting it, and while inserting it into the ground, he murmured: "Xian'er, dad is here to see you."< /p>

After placing the incense, he picked up a stack of yellow paper and started burning it.

Under the sun, the hot flames shone on Xia Chengan's face. The expression on his usually solemn and unchanging face finally became loose and disintegrated, and there was a faint, inexplicable pain oozing out of it.

Cao Ran stood aside, silently watching his crazy behavior, and finally couldn't bear to say: "Brother, Xian'er is still alive. If you burn paper and pay homage to her, aren't you afraid of damaging her fortune?"

"Your sister has been burning for many years."

"Sister, I thought that she would... burn paper for her when she was dead, but you knew she was alive, but..." Cao Ran was a little incomprehensible, "Brother, why are you so stubborn? It's a good thing to find Xian'er. I really can't." Understand, what do you mean by this?"

"She's dead!"

Xia Chengan threw a ball of paper into the fire and said sternly: "Back then, when you shot an arrow into her chest, she was already dead."

Cao Ran has always known that the serious brother-in-law in front of him is rigid and stubborn, without a trace of humanity.

Therefore, when he ordered him to shoot Xian'er, he was forced to carry out the military order, and his heart was filled with grief. Over the years, he has been unable to let go.

Now, Xian'er has been found and Fan Shan has been wiped out. This happy ending, eighteen years later, can be considered a complete success.

At this moment, when faced with the facts, why is he still avoiding them in every possible way and unwilling to accept them?

"She's not dead!"

Cao Ran straightened his body and retorted seriously for the first time: "Brother, since my sister married you, I have always respected you. My eldest sister is like my mother. You are my eldest sister's husband. You are like my brother and my father to me."

"Over the years, I have never questioned or refuted any of your decisions."

"No refutation?" Xia Chengan snorted coldly, "I don't want you to come to Jiangcheng. Why did you ignore the dissuasion and would rather destroy your future and come to this desolate place?"

"Yes, this place is desolate, but Xian'er is here." Cao Ran answered stubbornly.

"I told you, she is dead." Xia Chengan's face turned red with anger and he roared: "Acknowledge the fact!~"

"It's time for you to recognize the facts."

Cao Ran was so angry that he didn't know who gave him the courage.

He took a few steps forward and kicked the flames on the ground several times as if he lost control.

The unburned yellow paper rises in the wind and turns into gray butterflies in the sun, dancing gracefully, strange and eerie.

"You're crazy!" Xia Chengan flicked his sleeve and slapped Cao Ran on the face.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound in the air, causing all the guards on guard to remain silent and afraid to come out.

"You are crazy." Cao Ran looked defeated, took a few steps back in despair, and murmured: "Brother, do you know what you are doing?"

His words seemed to be accusing this slap, or perhaps he had a different meaning.

Xia Chengan was shocked and pretended to be calm: "You overstepped your bounds."

"Brother, I really don't understand. You are already the Marquis of Pingyang. In the entire capital, no one can look down upon you. With such a high position and authority, what else do you want?"

Cao Ran pressed forward step by step, "There are some things that you absolutely cannot touch and don't dare to touch."
Chapter completed!