Bao Suwei and others never left, asking questions here and there.
Xia Zhaoyi listened for a while. Although Bao Suwei had a lot of questions, Yu Youhai was really good at talking. For every question he asked, he seemed to be answering them, but in fact he went around them and answered nothing useful.
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Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to delay any longer, so she quietly left from another place.
When she came out, there were many more torches on the street than before. Because she was at a high place, she could see farther. She could see long and orderly queues holding torches far and near.
The long and wide main street leads to Nancheng. In comparison, Huiyang Long Street where Qingque Pavilion is located seems quite cold and quiet.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and headed to another part of Huiyang Long Street, the most famous Qili Bridge.
There were only a few people on the road, and there were many ruins along the street. They were houses that were burnt down in the chaos when the Xuanwu Army kidnapped scholars on Huiyang Long Street. They were dark and scorched in the darkness, and the cold wind passed through them, making the whimpering sounds like mourning.
After walking for a long time, Xia Zhaoyi came down from Qili Bridge and looked into the darkness in the distance at Qilu Yuan, which was also burned down.
Qiluyuan was a bookshop that she used to like very much. There were many ancient books here, and she would also find many unique copies written by unknown but talented and insightful literati.
She didn't know much about Qiluyuan, she only vaguely knew that the owner of Qiluyuan was named Gu, and few people had seen him. What she knew at that time was that her second brother and Qiluyuan had never crossed paths.
When I lived here before, I would often look up at Qilu Courtyard when I came and went. Now Xia Zhaoyi pushed open the door of Qilu Courtyard, which had been burned into dead wood, and let out a sob, as a lot of ashes fell down.
The fire was not completely burned, and many bookshelves in the lobby still had some mottled paint, but it could be seen that the books on them had been emptied before the fire.
She looked around and walked, walked through several halls, and finally walked upstairs from the secret pavilion that had been discovered at the end of the north hall.
Snowflakes were falling from the top of the narrow stone staircase. There were many burnt pieces of paper on the ground. The more they went up, the more they became. Some of them were not completely burned. Xia Zhaoyi leaned over to pick them up, blew off the snow and ashes on them, and lifted them up.
A small oil ball lamp for your fingertips.
The font is elegant and the writing style is like a breeze blowing over people, creating a relaxed and uninhibited atmosphere.
A gust of cold wind blew, blowing away the broken hair from her forehead. She stared blankly at the words on the piece of paper, then raised her head and looked up the stone stairs.
More and more snowflakes were falling, and a few more pieces of paper were blown down. She went up to pick it up, and climbed up the stairs. After walking out of the stone stairs, her view did not become wider, but a very narrow corridor.
After all, it was a secret pavilion, so she pushed open the door and window and entered, and the space suddenly opened up.
The fire on the stone staircase here is not serious. The fire came from the door and window on the other side. The window sash floor has become scorched, and the outline of the bed is left. There are still some items on the desk and bookshelf on the other side.
The ground was covered with flying pieces of paper and ashes, and she even found her own handwriting in them.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up and looked around with confusion on his face.
It makes no sense, the entire academy is empty, why is there such a dark room left?
Fake?
If it is really fake, then who forged it?
Even things she had written before could be obtained, but it would have been too laborious to forge them.
And, the purpose of leaving such a dark room is nothing more than to announce to the world or the court that Xia Zhaoxue is still alive. So, what is the purpose of this purpose?
Telling the world that Xia Zhaoxue is alive is the greatest benefit that can be gained from this sentence...
Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows frowned slightly.
In fact, it may be true that this darkroom is indeed where the second brother is hiding. So, why do you want to tell the world at this moment?
When the world is in chaos, heroes will rise up from all over to compete for power. Could it be that the second brother also wants to compete?
No, Xia Zhaoyi shook his head, second brother can't.
Even if such a huge change occurs in the Xia family, even if the world is turned upside down and the world is turned upside down for the second brother, the second brother will not fight for this thing.
What's more, the second brother is not a conceited person. He will not do anything without sufficient strength. If he had the strength to compete for the world, he would have vindicated the Xia family long ago, and it would not be her turn at all.
Xia Zhaoyi's expression became serious as she tapped her fingertips hanging on the small oil ball lamp.
Maybe something happened to my second brother.
But where is she going to find it?
Zhao Xin?
However, Li Ju took away all the princes and nobles, and it was impossible for Zheng Guogong's mansion not to be taken away from the capital as well. Will Zhao Yu follow him?
Xia Zhaoyi narrowed her eyes and lowered her head to look at the piece of paper in her hand. On the piece of paper was her handwriting, which read "The world is full of feasts", with only half of the word "Yan Ru" left.
I can’t remember when, where or what I wrote.
She tightened her fingers, crumpled the paper into a ball, and her eyes became bright, like the full moon on the washed mountains.
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Going southeast along the An River tributary of Juyang City Gate, out of the Zhao'an River Basin, there is a town called Guhuai.
An Yuping was riding on a horse, walking very slowly. On the vast snowy ground, there was a faint distant firelight at the end of the sky, like very thin hair with a glow.
From early morning to now, he has not eaten, drank or slept. He is extremely tired and just follows the team in front.
Want to catch up?
He asked himself several times.
But at the same time there was a voice in my heart saying, I don’t know.
The wind and snow were whistling by, the sky and the earth were vast, and his hand holding the reins was numb from the cold. In such a cold weather, every breath he took could be heard clearly by himself, as if he was having a conversation with himself.
The more lonely you are, the more awake you are.
It's not that the body is awake, but that it seems that for the first time, I am so intimately aware of my existence in the world.
When the crowd dispersed last night, he did not go forward to see his father. Instead, he hid in the crowd and tried his best to restrain himself.
He knew his father too well. He was as arrogant as his father in such an embarrassing state and would be scolded by thousands of people. He would not be willing to show it in front of his children.
An Yuping's eyes were red, and the hand holding the reins trembled slightly due to the sudden emotion.
The rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance behind me.
An Yuping turned around, reined in his horse quickly, and hid behind the rocks on the undulating snow slope.
Not long after, three people passed by on horseback. The man in the lead was wearing a black windbreaker, with a hooded hat against the wind and snow.
The two men who followed behind were also tightly wrapped. They were both tall and passed by the road very quickly, chasing the long team in front.
Today, An Yuping encountered people chasing away like this from time to time. However, these three people seemed to be different. They were not wearing the uniforms of the soldiers and horses in the court.
Soon, the three of them disappeared at the downhill intersection, but changed their direction and headed towards Longdan Mountain in Guhuai.
There is a trail over there, and it is indeed possible to catch up with the team in front faster. It seems that they know the terrain here better than those in the court.
"Master," Dai Yu whispered as he ran, "there seems to be someone hiding over there."
"No matter." Shen Lie said.
The horse ran far away in the blink of an eye. When it entered the mountain pass, a torch appeared. The light was bright. Next to the torch was a small sign hanging under a branch covered with frost and snow.
Shen Lie suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse stood upright.
