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"That's what happens in chivalrous novels, when a hero and a heroine part ways... I, Lady Lin, have helped you so much. As a chivalrous hero who has conquered Chen Haojie, you must..."

Yuan Congqian could not hear any further sounds.

After hearing Lin Ruolong add so many character settings to herself, Yuan Congqian didn't even have the heart to break her fantasy, so he continued speaking along with her words. "Of course, what should I do?"

"You, you, you know I'm too embarrassed to say it!"

"I'm not a hero, nor am I a man of the world. I'm a lackey of the imperial court. Not only that, I'm going to forge your father's handwriting to deceive Fu Tingzhao." Yuan Congqian put the wet letter into the drawer and locked it.

"I don't care if you lied to Fu Tingzhao or not!"

"Lady Lin, you are hesitating and fumbling. This is not the style of us heroes."

Yuan Congqian unlocked the drawer and took out the letter.

The letter had suddenly become dry and brand new, with the lonely words "I hope he has been captured and brought back to Beijing" written on the letter paper, and at the end was the clear signature of Master Lin Tianshi and his Master Tianshi seal.

Lin Ruolong's face turned red with anxiety. She hesitated for a long time before she whispered something that only she could hear. "What I said is, I want... I want to kiss you goodbye..."

Chapter 105: I feel good tonight, it's a good time to kill someone

Yuan Congqian's ears moved along with the soft feathers behind his head.

"The purpose of the hero and heroine is to benefit the world, how can there be any romantic feelings?"

Lin Ruolong was like being in a sauna. She came over to him on the bed and grabbed his collar. "You, you, you, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Let's not talk about your pretending to be confused with me. Why can't there be love between men and women in the underworld?"

Lin Ruolong looked at Yuan Congqian, his kunzite eyes flashing a purple light at her. "There are blood-stained swords, love between young men and women, and red sleeves looking for heroes' tears. This is the martial arts world. Without any of them, it's not good. Without any of them, it won't work."

"Ren Xia will be captured by the Bingmasi in Baizaohui. The Great Wilderness is just a vast expanse of ice and endless fields. Shang Shu's blood-stained sword carries the bloody scent of dog officials and righteous men. Then you may be disappointed."

Looking into her eyes, Yuan Congqian regretted refutating her idea.

Neither he nor Wei Yanwu could find the world of martial arts in novels and paintings, so how could Lin Ruolong be unable to find it either?

He was ready to see Lin Ruolong's disappointment and grievance. He was originally thinking of looking for Qiu Fengshu and putting Lin Ruolong under house arrest in Yuan's mansion for a night, and then he and Ji would go together to deal with Fu Tingzhao.

But after hearing what Yuan Congqian said, Lin Ruolong just laughed like a child.

"I won't be disappointed. Where I am is the martial arts world I want. I saw the hero Yuan cut off Langdang Que Fangxian's hand as a punishment, and I saw Yuan Youcheng holding his hair three times in one bath, and Ursus and Chen heroes returning to their hearts. I am sure I saw it."

Lin Ruolong swung out her staff gracefully, and it spun in the air.

Golden thunder flowed on the crystal top of the staff.

She held the staff behind her back and pointed her left index finger at Yuan Congqian:

"All the Heavenly Masters in the Heavenly Master Mansion say that my thunder magic is the most powerful of this generation! When I come back from the Great Wilderness City, I will defeat you with thunder magic in an upright manner, and you will have no choice but to teach me how to use a sword!"

Lin Ruolong had already seen how graceful Yuan Congqian's sword moves were.

Anyone who has the Jianghu in the novels in mind will be no stranger to his flying leaves into swords move. Compared with him, the flying rain into swords and frost bladers in the Shangshu Jianghu are all inferior.

That's why she has always been obsessed with Yuan Congqian's sword.

Yuan Congqian couldn't help laughing when Lin Ruolong pointed at him with her slender finger.

"At your age, it's probably too late to practice swordplay."

"So what? I just need to practice swordplay, and then use the thunder magic to make a sword, and that will be enough to defeat you!"

Yuan Congqian smiled and said, "Then, my life is in the hands of Lady Lin."

Lin Ruolong hummed, and put his hands on his hips: "Of course."

"However, Lady Lin looked very embarrassed when I threw her to the ground that day. Moreover, Lady Lin also pretended to be a raccoon slave in front of me. Aren't you afraid that I will turn around and threaten Lady Lin to be a lackey of the imperial court?"

"Why are you still bringing that up?"

She jumped off the bed, her skirt flying.

She looked at the familiar bed in the study that was wet with raindrops, as if she remembered the many movements she was forced to make by Yuan Congqian that day. A blush flashed across her delicate face, and she rubbed her face for a long time before she recovered.

"My brother and my father were both wrong. I know that. You are a hero who punishes evil and promotes good for the country and the people. You were persecuted by that man called Simui Tai. They are all Simui Tai's accomplices. I also know that."

Lin Ruolong swung the red sleeve in her hand and looked up at Yuan Congqian from a low angle.

"That's why I sent you this secret letter. I don't know what you're going to do with it, and I don't care. But my father is very powerful, and my brother is also very powerful. Don't think about defeating them. A hero is someone who can bend and stretch in the martial arts world. When my father becomes the next generation of Si Sui Tai Qing, I will protect you!"

She has a very special habit of talking to people's eyes.

It is said that speaking this way makes people appear sincere.

Lin Ruolong stood in front of the window, put away his staff, and looked at Yuan Congqian, as if he wanted to say something.

She waved her hand in a condescending manner: "It seems that I was not wrong about you. You didn't take the opportunity to tease me this time. The previous time, just consider it as an apology for my rashness and making Brother Yuan smile!"

As for the time when she was ambiguous, it is hard to say what she was referring to.

Yuan Congqian was indeed amused by her words.

When she saw that Yuan Congqian really laughed, she became a little annoyed and angry.

"Still laughing! I'll remember that you still owe me something this time! If you don't want to give it to me on your own initiative, I'll come to you next time and ask you for it, so that you have no choice but to submit to me!"

"Okay, let's wait until next time."

Yuan Congqian handed her an oil-paper umbrella from the room. The little girl came here in a hurry, her clothes were still wet, so she naturally had to use an umbrella when seeing off the guest.

Lin Ruolong waved at Yuan Congqian and held up the umbrella: "Originally, I should have written a poem for you or composed a song about the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I sneaked out tonight and was in a hurry to go back, so I'll give it to you next time."

"Brother Yuan, we say goodbye now. See you in the rivers and lakes!"

She threw something at Yuan Congqian, rolled down the window, and her golden figure disappeared into the rainy night.

Yuan Congqian took it and looked at it. The spout was carefully carved and the lid was small and exquisite. It was a jug of wine. On the cloth on the handle of the wine jug, a simple cat face was embroidered with gold thread, and many sparks came out, as if it was angry.

……

The wine jug was slightly tilted, and the wine flowed down the spout and soaked onto Yuan Congqian's ribbon.

The real and the imaginary changed, the colorful silk was woven, and Ji's figure appeared in the study.

He nodded slightly to Yuan Congqian: "Fu Tingzhao has received Lin Guangmei's letter. He believes that my second brother has really been found and controlled by the Candlelight People. He is now being brought to the capital from the east. He decided to leave the capital tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight. The Simi Tai changed its orders from one day to the next. Jie Jie had just rested in her room for a while when an official from Simi Tai came again and told her that the sunrise convoy had been prepared in advance and asked her to ride with a few students who were going to Gou Wu for further studies."

There was a sarcastic smile on Ji's face.

The distance between mobile cities is large, and when crossing the wilderness, people usually help each other and form a convoy to prevent being robbed by bandits. The sunrise convoy is a convoy operated by the capital that is specially opened at night and can reach the destination at sunrise.

"Moreover, Fu Tingzhao has also left the city, and the people who stayed in the capital from Simuitai have already gone to Hangu Pass to ambush and kill my sister who has made me worried."

"Hangu Pass, that's a great place."

Yuan Congqian sighed softly, put down his seal, unsheathed his sword, and reflected his own eyes.

"I feel good tonight, so it's a good time to kill someone."

Chapter 106: The arrow is on the string, ready to be fired

On the top of a tall building, a blue-haired woman stood alone on the dangerous building, her figure like a sword, holding a jade cup in her hand. The wine in the cup reflected the depth of the night sky, and the drizzle gently brushed her hair, and her blue-white long skirt danced in the wind.

The sound of the rain trickled down, interweaving with the verses she was singing in a low voice.

"The rain in the sky and the ants on the ground are all running around tonight. But you have a free time."

A white-haired man holding a red tasseled bamboo sword suddenly appeared behind her and spoke softly.

The man had long white hair down to his waist, and his eyes were golden with a hint of blood. On the exposed right side of his chest grew gray scales that connected to his right arm. On the hem of his Taoist robe, dots of red plum blossoms were more dazzling than blood, and were extremely dazzling.

Compared to Ling, who formed a threesome with Yu Gongying, he seemed to be more suitable for the word "beautiful woman".

"Second brother, long time no see."

Ling did not turn around and revealed the identity of the person who came out. "The people holding candles have gathered at Hangu Pass, and Ji and Yuan have already set out. I just didn't expect you to come to the capital in person."

"When will you clean up your lazy temper?"

"Uh, lazy? Don't say that, brother."

Ling argued stubbornly, but the white-haired man remained expressionless.

"Moving a chess piece with murderous intent will only scare people away. I want to see how the Candleholder does it. I also want to take a look at what kind of person the next generation of Simuitai Qing is, who can play such a game of chess."

Hearing his second brother mention Si Sui Tai Qing, Ling smiled slightly.

"He's a very interesting person. I don't dare to respond to what he said."

The white-haired man reminded Ling:

"There can't be four agents at the same time, so you have to be more careful. He said he would treat us gently, and we'll see what happens in the future. But you can't be too presumptuous, or else he'll end up in Yan Country carelessly waking up the corpse under his feet."

"How could I not know about this?"

"What do you know? You said you were in the capital to protect Jie Mei, but if it weren't for the power struggle between the two generations of Si Sui Tai Qing, Jie Mei would have died in front of you. When the time comes, let's see if you can still laugh."

"Oh, it's so hard to be a big sister! My eldest brother wants to laugh at me. You, Jie, and Shu all like to nag me. As a result, my younger brothers are closer to Shu. No one in the whole family cares about me."

Ling pretended to wipe away her tears, looking just like the eldest daughter who was neglected by the family.

"Don't give me that." The white-haired man snorted coldly and his figure disappeared in the rain.

He and Ling, who felt relieved, certainly had no idea that in the original plot of Arknights, Jie would really die in this siege by Simuitai, and everything about him would be forgotten and erased.

Now Ling knew that Yuan Congqian, Ji and Wang were watching Jie, so she naturally didn't think that anything would happen to her.

……

The exit passage and checkpoint of the outer city of the capital.

The official of Simuitai wearing a silver mask bowed to Jie and said, "Minister Jie, you can just leave with these students. It's cold on a rainy night, and we have prepared a source stone heater in the vehicle. You will arrive at Longmen when you wake up."

Jie looked at the large off-road vehicle with the Sunrise Fleet printed on it.

Each vehicle was even larger than the royal beast-carrying vehicles. In addition to the driver's seat, the space inside the vehicle was divided into four small rooms by curtains. Inside were armchairs, quilts, and dining trays. Dinner had already been prepared.

Tired travelers only need to enjoy dinner on the comfortable silk chairs and fall asleep. When the sun rises, they will naturally arrive at their destination. It can be said to be a very user-friendly design.

Si Suitai, are you planning to kill yourself in this car while you are resting?

Then, these students on the bus who are good at vernacular Chinese should be unable to avoid this, right?

Jie looked at the excited students around him. They were still discussing with their companions about the West Lake Academy and how being sponsored by the court to ride on this expensive Sunrise Motorcade was simply the pinnacle of being a student.

"Minister Jie?" the official repeated.

He noticed that Jie was in a daze.

"Excuse me, I remembered that I have an appointment with a doctor of poetry tonight..."

"Of course I will notify them. Shangshu Jie, just wait for the car. Everyone in West Lake Academy seems to be looking forward to Shangshu Jie's arrival. Even the compilation of the next academy textbook has been delayed. They just want Shangshu to come and join the compilation."

The official smiled and handed the prepared dinner to Jie.

At his urging, Jie walked towards the Sunrise Motorcade.

Jie didn't know how he got on the bus, he only knew that he arrived at his own private room in a daze. When he looked out the window again, the brightly lit capital was gradually moving away.

"Minister Jie! I have heard of your fame for a long time, but I didn't expect to have the honor of meeting you today!"

A female student with cat ears excitedly shook Jie's hand and took out a newspaper from her schoolbag. "I am a student of Yunqing Poetry Society. This is a poem I wrote in vernacular Chinese, imitating the Ursus poet Dostoyevsky..."

She was more excited to see Jie Bi than to see the three dukes and nine ministers of the court.

"I am lucky too." Jie smiled gently, and even though his heart was in a mess, he still took the newspaper from her hand.

"Although you wrote in vernacular Chinese, Dostoyevsky was not admired by the mainstream Misty Poetry School in Beijing. His related works are naturally lacking in translation. Look here..."

She slowly interpreted the imagery in the cat-eared schoolgirl's poem in a gentle tone, analyzing the shortcomings of this latest and most cutting-edge modern vernacular poem that has emerged in Yan Country.

……

Hangu Pass, in a simply built camp.

Fu Tingzhao had a deep look in his eyes, and he was wearing a very heavy set of fine iron armor. This set of armor he wore when he was young, now it didn't fit him well, and he couldn't even lift his weapon in the armor.

"General Zuo. The Sunrise convoy is almost here."

A masked candle bearer came forward to report.

Fu Tingzhao knocked on the iron frame on his knees and stood up unsteadily. The armor kept making friction and collision sounds.