Jiaohua

Chapter 554 Who Is He (Part [-])
"You two young heroes," the man raised his hands and cupped his fists, and said, "Excuse me, are you two young heroes from Taoxi Village?"

"Yes," Zhili said, "what's the matter with you?"

"I would like to inquire about someone," the man said, "a young girl, about ten or forty-five years old, a non-local person. She should have just arrived in Taoxi Village not long ago, about... within four months."

Zhili raised his eyebrows, and said with a local accent: "You are a person from the rivers and lakes, why are you asking about a young girl?"

The man paused and said, "She, uh... is my long-lost sister."

"Having been separated for so many years, do you still know that she has been in Taoxi Village for less than five months?"

"...I found out from many sources."

Looking him up and down, the man is about 27 or [-] years old. He is not good-looking, but his eyes are bright and very energetic.

Li Li waved his hand: "Over the years, there have been too many people in my Taoxi Village. The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls you mentioned, we can find a lot of them here. You can find someone else, I don't have time to talk to you."

After passing the man, Zhili turned his head and said to Xia Zhaoyi: "This man is a liar at first glance. I go to the street and ask someone casually, and ask him a fourteen or fifteen-year-old foreign girl. I think he can tell me two A dozen or so. This person has been lost for many years and can still be found here, ghost letter, maybe it is a human trafficker."

The voice was deliberately loud so that the man could hear it.

Xia Zhaoyi was amused by his serious appearance.

As soon as he left here and went to the country road, Zhili's expression changed, and Su Rong said: "Little Senior Sister, could it be that you are looking for you?"

"It sounds like they came to look for me." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend."

"That big sword looks scary."

"Cut," Zhili said disdainfully, "Are we still afraid of him?"

"I have to stay for ten days before I can leave." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Thinking about it, he nodded.

All the way back, I guessed who sent this person, but it was really hard to guess.

On the surface, only the old man, Zhao Ning, Xia Zhaoxue, and Shen Lie knew that Xia Zhaoyi was in Linning.

Xia Zhaoyi mentioned in his letter to Shen Lie that he might stay in Linning for the next few months.

But in private, it is really hard to tell, whether it is Zhao Ning, Xia Zhaoxue, or Shen Lie, the three of them are not alone in their current state, and there are groups of people around them.

And Xia Zhaoyi, although he has been traveling for the past few years, has visited more than ten people during the period, so it is not impossible for someone to pay attention to them.

The market is light, the streets are almost deserted, only a few scattered shops and stalls are still there.

Zhi Li went to each of these stores to buy something, and deliberately paid three times the price, because he felt that it was very likely that he was too short of money if he came out to set up a stall in this situation.

After leaving the market, we went to the country road, and there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Zhili and Xia Zhaoyi followed the prestige, and a troop of nearly 100 men rushed southeast from a distant village road.

I have lived here for a few months, and I often see troops coming and going, but there are only 30 to [-] people. This is the first time that such a large scale has occurred.

"What happened here," Zhili said while walking, "Could it be related to conscription?"

"Conscription will not dispatch so many cavalry."

"Will someone cause trouble?"

"If there are less than 20 people making trouble, those petty officials can deal with it on the spot. If there are more than 20 people making trouble, it will not only dispatch the hundred cavalry."

"why is that?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Because riots can be emotionally contagious, as long as there are some outstanding people, the rest are easy to be incited and imitated. A mere 100 people cannot be suppressed."

"Then what do you think these people are doing?"

"I don't know," Xia Zhaoyi said, "It should not have much to do with us."

After finishing the words, she slightly closed her eyebrows, and looked towards the row of adobe wooden houses in front of her.

The row of old houses has been weathered by wind and rain, and they are precarious and unoccupied. There is a tall man hiding in the wall. He may not be seen from the other side, but from this angle, his back is very clear.

Moreover, it looked familiar.

Xia Zhaoyi raised her toes, and a stone bounced up and landed in her hand. She raised her hand and threw it back at the figure.

The man jumped in shock, clutched his back, and immediately turned his head, his eyes fell on Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili with furious murderous intent.

The two teenagers showed no signs of timidity, and the one who threw the stone clasped his hands in front of his chest with great interest.

"It has something to do with us now." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Who is he?" Zhi Li asked.

"I don't know," Xia Zhaoyi said, "It is said that the three brothers look exactly alike."

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Taking the most hidden but also the farthest route, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili took Yang Changjun back.

Seeing Yang Changjun for the first time, Zhili looked at him frequently, wondering whether there are really two people who look exactly like him in this world.

Yang Changjun couldn't help but looked at Xia Zhaoyi several times. The little girl who had only seen it once or twice from a distance, now grew taller like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

After a few exchanges along the way, after returning, Xia Zhaoyi took Yang Changjun to the study.

The study room is full of ink fragrance, and the paperweight on the case sheet is pressing this piece of raw material, several words have been written on it, and the pen is still put aside.

The writer left before he finished writing, which shows that he is casual.

Yang Changjun took a rough look. It seemed that they had lived here for a while.

Even if Song Zhiyi was killed, he would never have imagined that Ah Li, whom the world had been looking for for several years, would live on his territory.

Zhili poured a few glasses of water in, Xia Zhaoyi asked Yang Changjun to sit down, and Yang Changjun was holding the water glass. The usually rough martial artist suddenly became a little stiff now.

"Why did Song Zhiyi arrest you?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"It's not Song Zhiyi," Yang Changjun said, "It's Yan Qinglin."

"Who is Yan Qinglin?" Zhili asked.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, but didn't speak.

She never mentioned the word Yan Qinglin to Zhili, because the existence of Yan Qinglin and the things she had done were not only a wound on Xia Zhaoxue's heart that would never heal, but also a problem that Xia Zhaoyi never stopped trying to solve.

And these years, Yan Qinglin seems to have disappeared, and she has never been mentioned by anyone.

"I also want to know who she is," Yang Changjun said, "Maybe she is a crazy woman now."

"What does she do?" Zhi Li asked, "A madwoman can't mobilize Song Zhiyi's troops to arrest you."

"I really don't know what she does," Yang Changjun said with a speechless face, "I thought she helped the prince out of loyalty, but later found out that she was just using the prince as a puppet, and she wanted to fight for power. Later, we discovered that she wasn't for herself, she actually liked the one Song Zhiyi liked so much. In the end, Song Zhiyi ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor last year, and she had nothing to do with her. Song Zhiyi embraced a group of women, she was nothing. "

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(End of this chapter)