Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1013 The Pit is 189 Meters Deep My Hero (1)
As the snowy night passed, a cloud slipped out of the sky.

Probably because it was too cold for too long, this soft light almost warmed the whole earth.

In February, it is the time of spring plowing, the busy farming season, the rooster crows twice, the sky is not yet bright, busy people get up early.The crying of the child, the soft coaxing of the woman, the scolding of the husband... soon, there were hurried footsteps in the streets and alleys.

After half a month of repairs, Bianjing City has resumed its vitality.

In the thick morning fog, a group of people rode horses, came out of the palace, and rushed to the city gate quickly.The snow on the gate tower of Bianjing City has not yet melted, and a group of guards are guarding nervously, their eyes are like wolves patrolling their prey, staring brightly.

The war is over, but the rumors are getting tighter.

The rumors these days have spread panic.

When on duty, no one dares to take it lightly.

At this time, the clouds in the sky were not open, and the light was not very bright.The sound of hoofbeats in the silence caught the attention of the guards.Before the group approached, the guard raised the spear in his hand.Nervously turned the tip of the gun to point at the way it came from, low-pitched.

"who?"

No one answered him.

With the sound of a gust of wind, the leading horse raised its hooves and rushed over. The guard only saw a pair of black cotton soap boots stepping on the horse's step, and was half-closed by the cold wind.Seeing this, a group of guards flew over and shouted in surprise.

"Who is so arrogant?"

"Me." A soft voice said, "Xue Fang."

It's not cold, it's not chilling, it's even gentle, but it's creepy.

Xue Fang is someone close to Xiao Qian.Unless necessary, Xiao Qian never liked to show his face in public, especially these days, Xiao Qian was with Mo Jiu every day, and most people couldn't even see his face.Therefore, Xue Fang's words almost represent Xiao Qian's meaning in many cases.

Several guards were startled, and bowed in unison.

"Meet Xue Shitong!"

Xue Fang glanced around, coughed lightly, and said without the slightest emotion.

"Open the gate of the city. On the order of the commander-in-chief, go out of the city to handle errands!"

"Yes!"

Nanrong soldiers entered Bianjing and guarded the city gates very strictly.Early curfew, late opening.At this point, the city gate is still tightly closed.The guards didn't know why Xue Fang went out of the city early in the morning, and brought with him a few people wearing cloaks half covering their faces.But they didn't dare to ask anything, so they went to pull the latch.

The long iron latch made a "clang clang" sound when it was pulled.

Heavy and ancient, like this city, there is a sense of vicissitudes of history.

With a sound of "clang", the heavy city gate opened.

The cold wind blowing in from outside the door half lifted the cloak on Mo Jiu's head, revealing half of his clean, white and tender face.She pursed her lips and reached out her hand involuntarily to block it.

At this time, the guard was startled.

There were not many people in this group, there were only six or seven in total, but they were tall and tall, which set her off very differently.

They seem to have just discovered that among the group of people Xue Fang led, there was a person who was particularly petite, and for no reason had a bit of a girlish look, but when the wind picked up, that short-lived face, which was between a man and a woman, was heroic, pretty, but beautiful. Not flattering, beautiful, but not soft, they couldn't help but want to take another look.

"Don't get out of the way!" Xue Fang shouted suddenly, "Do you want to be beaten by the army?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

The guard was suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

A group of people rushed out from the gate——

After watching them leave, the door closed again and again.

(End of this chapter)