Although Xiao Shilian didn't know who was responsible for the black-clothed killers who were killed, he had no other choice now anyway, so he simply followed him unhurriedly. Maybe these guys could really lead them to find the way they wanted.
The person you are looking for.
"Let's go." Seeing the killers in black in front of them continue to move forward after a brief stop, Xiao Shilian quickly followed.
Before taking a few steps, you could already see the river ahead. The bright moon was reflected in the river, and several black-clothed killers were dragging a bamboo raft out of the forest. Immediately, the black-clothed killers around them cheered up.
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Seeing the expressions of these black-clothed killers, Xiao Shilian and others also looked surprised. Li Ping finally couldn't help but whispered: "Is it possible that the general is really..."
"God bless you." Chen Zhishen also murmured. He has been on the battlefield for so long, but he has never been so nervous.
It was like after experiencing darkness for too long, I suddenly saw a glimmer of light.
The killer in black in front obviously discovered something and disappeared into the dense forest.
This time Xiao Shilian was so nervous and excited that he could not speak. He waved his hand and the soldiers behind him followed him one after another.
"Li Shizhong, you will definitely not die." Xiao Shilian gritted his teeth and murmured in his heart.
And what Xiao Mohe once said also came to his mind at this moment.
"I am convinced of this!"
The Li Xinchen who ran in the wilderness for the lives of a whole village when they first met, the Li Xinchen who watched his relatives being slaughtered and could only struggle helplessly, the Li Xinchen who resolutely persuaded Wu Mingche at the Luliang waterfront, the Li Xinchen who was in Zhangshan City
Li Xingchen with his head standing like a flag...
In an instant, countless images emerged in Xiao Shilian's mind. They had experienced too many storms together, and he had no doubt that Li Xingchen was still alive.
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"This is the flint, this is the handkerchief..." Lechang was sorting out the things in the package. It was these two flints that saved their lives. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to imagine what it would be like in the damp and dark cave.
To keep warm.
As for the handkerchief, there is a lotus embroidered on it, in bud, and a dragonfly is standing on the lotus. There is also a poem embroidered next to it, "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it." Although I don't know what it is.
Who embroidered it, but Lechang was very sure that the owner of this handkerchief must have been a girl. He immediately looked at Li Xingchen subconsciously, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart.
I heard that there was a concubine in his home. Although she had never met her, in Lechang's subconscious mind, she must be a charming girl. After all, in her heart, who could make Li Xingchen fall in love with her was not an ordinary person?
"The handkerchief was embroidered by that girl Lian'er," Li Xingchen explained at the side. "That girl has always been careless. She embroidered it as if it was for a little girl. After she finished it, she remembered that it was for someone. I'm afraid it was...
I just don’t dislike her."
At this time, Li Xingchen was carefully wrapping a pheasant in mud. He had made a not-so-authentic "Beggar's Rabbit" before, but now he had to get an authentic "Beggar's Chicken".
This casual explanation made Lechang let out a long sigh of relief. Then she couldn't help but blame herself secretly. Whoever embroidered a handkerchief for Li Xingchen made her so worried?
Suddenly Lechang remembered the scene where he had leaned on Li Xingchen's shoulder just now, and his pretty face turned slightly red. After leaving the hot spring, the two of them tacitly agreed that nothing had happened, but everyone knew in their hearts that this unforgettable touch
How could you turn around and throw it away?
Lechang still clearly remembered that his father once clearly and formally said that she would be given the opportunity to choose her husband in the future. As long as the husband was of good character, Chen Xu would agree. If his father has not changed his mind now, then
Own······
After thinking about it, Lechang subconsciously looked at Li Xinchen, who was seriously putting the chicken into the fire. The bright and dark light of the fire made his side face look angular and surprisingly resolute. As if he felt the gaze, Li Xinchen
He turned his head and smiled slightly.
Although Li Xingchen's smile was probably just out of politeness, Lechang still lowered her head in panic, feeling like a deer in her heart. Somehow, in her heart, every move of Li Xingchen seemed to have a different meaning at this time.
Infinite thoughts are intertwined and messy.
Lechang hurriedly looked at the other things on the table, and his eyes suddenly fell on a small sachet next to him, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
It wasn't like she hadn't sorted out Li Xinchen's things before, so she didn't pay attention to the sachet. But now that she suddenly saw it, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Li Xingchen's belongings can be said to be very few, and he doesn't even have much money. Why does he always carry this sachet with him?
You must know that this style of sachet is usually used by women in the family. As a grown man, Li Xingchen carries this sachet close to his body, which only shows that it is very important to him. And this sachet should have been around for some years.
, some places on it have lost color.
The patterns on this sachet are quite delicately embroidered, and you can tell at a glance that they are not something from ordinary people. Logically speaking, Li Xingchen, who was born in a mountainous country, would definitely not have such a thing.
Seeing Lechang holding the sachet, Li Xingchen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Lechang had helped him sort out the package once before, but this time it was obviously more detailed. No matter how he looked at it, Li Xingchen looked like a little girl looking through the boys.
The illusion of a friend's cell phone.
"That was left by my late father to someone, saying it could prove someone's identity." Li Xingchen explained before Lechang could speak.
Regarding his own true identity, he actually doesn't have much curiosity about knowledge. After all, he, Li Xingchen, is not at the point where he can't survive. What's more, sometimes it is not a good thing to find out his life experience. What if now?
Those who are in court are all one's own enemies, isn't that asking for trouble?
What's more, this sachet can prove his identity, because Li Cheng believes that this sachet was specially placed in the swaddling clothes, and it must have some other meaning. Maybe it was just random at first.
Moreover, Li Xingchen had consulted Pei Zilie before, and Pei Zilie, who had seen a lot of things, knew nothing about it, so Li Xingchen didn't expect Lechang to know.
Hearing the word "father", Lechang hurriedly said "Sorry". After all, her mention of this sachet brought back bad memories of Li Xingchen. Then her eyes were drawn to the sachet.
Attracted by the ornamentation.
"Poplar branches..." Lechang murmured. On the sachet, a branch circled and swayed across the bottom of the entire sachet, thus cleverly covering the sutures. However, this is not common.
The willows on the embankments of the river are pure poplar branches. If he had not seen a tree like this, which is common in the north, in the Imperial Garden, Lechang would not have recognized it at all.