Thin cracking sounds were heard one after another, accompanied by the creaking of wooden boards.
Boyi was sitting on a stone by the roadside, closing his eyes and recuperating. Without opening his eyes, he drew his knife and pointed it at him.
"Get out."
Although he was still far away from the knife, Shang Fu was still excited and subconsciously wanted to throw away the food box in his hand and raise his hands high.
"It's me, it's me! Brother Boyi, it's me, I'm here to bring you food." He replied quickly, fearing that if he was a step too late, he would also become a target.
He squeezed the food box tightly and lifted it up. Seeing that the food box was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If this box of food is smashed, it will be dark the next time it is delivered.
Thinking of the scene outside the imperial mausoleum in the past few days after dark, Shang Fu was excited again.
Only then did Boyi open his eyes.
His eyes were scarlet, his eyes were black and blue, and the stubble on his face was mixed with blood, making it colorful.
The elegant black clothes had long since lost their appearance.
His surroundings were already surrounded by solidified black blood, as if he had entered an endless hell. There were also blood stains on the ground that penetrated deeply into the ground.
Shang Fu tiptoed to avoid those places and placed the food box in front of Boyi.
"Thank you." Boyi numbly opened the food box, ignoring the dirt on his hands, picked up the steamed bun and gnawed it.
"Is there any movement among the Lan family?"
"Don't worry, the Wuyawei brothers are keeping an eye on them. They have been very peaceful these days."
The Lan Shu ghost thief naturally wanted to exhaust himself and then reap the benefits. Boyi nodded and continued to feast.
Shang Fu looked at the bloodstains around him and was on pins and needles: "Do those people really come every night?"
Boyi took a sip of water and put down the choking steamed bun, "I come here every night, and I will definitely leave before sunrise."
Not only will they evacuate, but they will also take away the bodies of their accomplices and not even leave any scraps of clothing behind.
The Wuya guards patrolling the imperial mausoleum would hear the sound of weapons being exchanged every night, but there were no cries of pain from the intruders, and there was no evidence to prove this during the day.
Only new and old bloodstains were left on the ground, as well as Boyi, who was becoming more and more exhausted.
But now, no one in the imperial mausoleum dared to believe Wu Yawei's words.
Shang Fu looked at Boyi's appearance and rarely put away his careless look, "How can I endure this..."
It's been seven days.
While he was talking, there was the sound of wings flapping above his head.
Without looking, Boyi picked up the stones on the ground and threw them over. A homing pigeon landed next to Shang Fu, which made him scream strangely.
"A homing pigeon again?"
He calmed down, put his hands in his sleeves, and raised his hands to pick it up.
Boyifu buried his head in eating again, "It must also be cipher text. There is no decrypted master copy, so it is useless."
Shang Fu said "Ah" regretfully and withdrew his hand, feeling depressed.
"This is already the seventh day. You have to guard against these beasts who report the news during the day, and you have to fight with those people for three hundred rounds at night. The old nerves inside still don't believe you, saying that you are directing and acting on your own.
Even eating these past few days has become more and more confusing."
"You can eat it, it's pretty good." Boyi twitched the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, thinking of those days in the northwest, he took another bite of the steamed bun and mumbled his thanks: "Thanks to Mr. Shaoqing for these days."
Shang Fu waved his hands repeatedly, feeling extremely guilty: "If it weren't for my brother who is loved by everyone, you and Master Yu wouldn't have fallen to this..."
When it comes to Yu Qian Si, Shang Fu is even more uncertain.
"Master Jade, she..."
Boyi threw down his chopsticks and said as naturally as if he were drinking water: "She will definitely come back."
There are still three days left, don’t be in a hurry.
Dusk is approaching, and the surrounding fields are gradually disappearing.
Boyi stood up against the knife, tired but determined, "Sir Shaoqing, it's getting late, you should go back."
"Okay," after hearing this, Shang Fu left the water bag neatly, picked up the food box and ran towards the imperial mausoleum without looking back.
I am afraid that if I am too late, I will become the unlucky ghost.
Not long after the door behind him closed, the sound of fighting came from outside the imperial mausoleum again.
Shang Fu lay beside the wall and listened for a long time. He and Wu Yawei looked at each other, unable to hide their worries.
The night had just begun, and it was another sleepless night. How could he endure it?
When will Master Jade come back?
"What's the noise?"
Yiwuyawei signaled silence, put his hand on the ground, and felt the slight vibration of the earth: "There is a large group of people approaching!"
At least there were more than a hundred people making this movement.
"Be on guard!" Wuya Guard drew his sword and stood in awe. He turned around and said to Shang Fu, who was standing there blankly: "Please, Sir Shaoqing, please go and report a message to the Imperial Guards and ask them to protect Your Majesty."
All Wuya guards were dressed in black and holding swords, standing facing the wall. They would take action as soon as someone stepped onto the wooden bridge.
The winter sky in the south of the Yangtze River is particularly timid, as if afraid of this sudden uninvited guest, it died down early, leaving only layers of black gauze covering the imperial mausoleum.
There was so much noise outside that Tong Boyi was fighting, no one seemed to notice the movement in the distance.
A ray of red light shot up into the sky, as if unwilling to accept the fear of the late night light, it left sadly, and suddenly dyed half of the sky red.
"It's Lord Ti Xing! It's Lord Yu who's back!"
The Wuya guards breathed a sigh of relief, and the smiles on their faces were particularly bright against the red light.
When the letter smoke lit up, those who were fighting with Boyi outside realized that the sound of horse hooves was approaching.
Boyi noticed that he was enveloped in red light and turned around unconsciously.
Then he saw a black horse, a red dress, and a bright-looking woman, coming from the dusk.
It was obviously sunset, but the sky was full of light.
When he was distracted for a moment, someone took the opportunity to stab him in the side.
Yu Qiansi rode a black horse, seemingly coming across the night. Seeing this scene, he coldly ordered behind him: "Don't let anyone go!"
Yao Guang, who was behind him, took the order, jumped up on his horse, and joined the battle first.
Others blocked the group's path, forcing them to fight to the death.
Wuyawei, who rushed up with Yaoguang, had no one to control their horses, and rushed into the crowd screaming, tearing apart the formation of the men in black surrounding Boyi.
It wasn't until he saw the red dress getting closer and closer that Boyi breathed a sigh of relief. The fatigue from the past few days came rushing up, occupying his limbs. He staggered and knelt down on the ground.
If it weren't for the immediate support of the knife, I'm afraid it would be very embarrassing.
General Yu Qiansi was approaching, but before he could rein in his horse, he jumped down and went straight to Boyi.
Boyi didn't even have the strength to raise his head to look at her, but he smelled the familiar fragrance that enveloped his whole body.
Yu Qiansi held his pulse and checked his condition.
Fortunately, it was just a loss of strength and no internal injuries.
The three warm fingers on his wrist gave him some strength. He raised his head and looked into Yu Qiansi's eyes.
As if crystal amber had fallen into the mortal world, Yu Qian's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, her eye circles were black and blue, and she was much thinner.
The ponytail tied high was messy in the wind.
He raised his hand to comb the broken hair on her forehead, but found that his hand was covered with blood and dirt, so he quickly took it back.
Yu Qiansi saw him so embarrassed, looked into his dark eyes, and suddenly laughed.
"You are so embarrassed."
Boyi also showed his first sincere smile in many days.
"You're also very embarrassed, but you're better than me."
"Sir, they are all dead soldiers and there are no survivors."
Yao Guang reports.
"It's too easy to die," Yu Qiansi snorted coldly, with a solemn face, patted Boyi's shoulder, helped him up, and said softly, as if comforting his aggrieved daughter-in-law, "Don't worry
, I will make them even more embarrassed."
Boyi saw the eyes of his colleagues looking at him, as if they were expecting his reaction.
He said "Yeah" softly, which completely made everyone present's expressions split.
Yu Qiansi looked at the way behind him and said calmly: "Now, it's time to solve our own problems."