Jiaohua

Chapter 417 The Ruins of the Book Shop (Part [-])
Bao Suwei and the others didn't leave, asking questions.

Xia Zhaoyi listened for a while. Although Bao Suwei had a lot of questions, Yu Youhai was really good at speaking. He seemed to be answering every question of the other party, but in fact, he bypassed it and didn't answer anything useful. .

Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to delay any longer, so he quietly left from another place.

Coming out of the verandah on the second floor, there are many more torches on the street than before. Because she is at a high place, she can see farther. You can see a long line of torches in an orderly manner near and far. The flames shuttled across the wide main streets and long avenues, all heading towards the southern city.In contrast, Huiyang Long Street, where Qingque Pavilion is located, looks quite cold and quiet.

Xia Zhaoyi turned around and went to another part of Huiyang Long Street, the most famous Qili Bridge.

There are few people on the road, and there are many ruins along the street. It is the house that was burned down in the chaos when Xuanwu Army tied up the scholars on Huiyang Long Street.

After walking for a long time, Xia Zhaoyi came down from the Qili Bridge and looked at the Qilu Courtyard that was also burned down in the darkness in the distance.

Qiluyuan is a bookstore that she used to like to come to very much. There are many ancient books here, and you can find many rare books here, but they are indeed gifted and insightful.

She didn't know much about Qiluyuan, she only vaguely knew that the owner of Qiluyuan was named Gu, and few people had seen him, but what she knew at that time was that her second brother had never had any contact with Qiluyuan.

I used to live here with Lao Tong, Zhi Changle and the others, and I often looked up at the Qilu Courtyard during our visits. Now Xia Zhaoyi pushed open the burned-out door of the Qilu Courtyard, whimpered, and a lot of ashes fell down. Come.

The fire hadn't burned through, and many bookshelves in the lobby still had some mottled paint, but it could be seen that the books on them had been emptied before the fire.

She looked around and walked, walked through several halls, and finally walked upstairs from the hidden pavilion that had been discovered at the end of the north hall.

There were snowflakes falling from the top of the narrow stone ladder. There were many scorched pieces of paper on the ground, and more and more pieces went up. Some of them were not completely burned. A small oil ball lamp at your fingertips.

The font is chic, and the brushwork is like a breeze blowing people, with a bright window and a relaxed place, free and unrestrained.

A gust of cold wind blew over and brushed away the broken hair on her forehead. She stared blankly at the words on the piece of paper, then raised her head and looked up the stone staircase.

More and more snowflakes fell, and a few pieces of paper were blown down. She went up to pick them up, and went up the stairs. After walking out of the stone stairs, her sight did not change, but a very narrow corridor.

After all, the secret room is hidden. She pushed open the wooden door and entered, and the space suddenly opened up.

The fire on the stone ladder here is not serious, the fire came from the doors and windows on the other side, the sash floor has been scorched, the outline of the Babu bed remains, and some things remain from the desk and bookshelf on the other side.

The ground was covered with flying paper and ashes, and she even found her own handwriting in it.

Xia Zhaoyi stood up, looked up and looked around, his eyes were full of confusion.

It doesn't make sense, the whole academy is empty, why would such a dark room be left behind?
fake?

If it's really fake, then who forged it?

Even the things she wrote before can be obtained, and if it is forged, it will be too painstaking.

And, the purpose of leaving such a dark room is nothing more than to announce to the world or the court that Xia Zhaoxue is still alive, so what is the purpose of this purpose?
Tell the world that Xia Zhaoxue is alive, and the biggest benefit you can get from this sentence...

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly.

In fact, it may be true, this dark room is indeed where the second brother hides, so why tell the world at this moment?

The world is in chaos at the beginning, and there are bound to be heroes everywhere, vying for the deer. Could it be that the second brother is also fighting?
No, Xia Zhaoyi shook his head, the second brother would not.

Even if there are such great changes in the Xia family, even if the world is turned upside down and the world is turned upside down for the second brother, the second brother will not fight for this thing.

What's more, the second brother is not a conceited person, he will not do things without sufficient strength, and if he has the strength to compete for the world, he will be able to clear the Xia family's grievances long ago, and it will not be her turn at all.

Xia Zhaoyi's expression became serious as he tapped the fingertips hanging from the small oil ball lamp.

Maybe the second brother, something happened.

But where is she going to find it?
Zhao Gong?

However, Li Ju took all the princes and nobles away, and it is impossible for Zheng Guogong's mansion not to be taken away from the capital. Will Zhao Gong also leave with him?
Xia Zhaoyi closed her eyes, and looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. On the piece of paper was her handwriting, which read "The world is like a banquet", and only half of the word "Yanru" was left.

I can't remember when, where, or what I wrote.

She clenched her fingers and crumpled the paper into a ball.

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Going southeast along the Anhe tributary of Juyang City Gate, out of the Zhao'an River Basin, there is a town called Guhuai.

An Yuping rode on the horse and walked very slowly. On the vast snowy field, there was a faint light of fire at the end of the sky, like very thin strands of shining hair.

From early morning to now, he didn't eat, drink or sleep, and was extremely tired, so he just followed behind the front team.

Do you want to catch up?

he asked himself several times.

But at the same time, there was a voice in my heart saying, I don’t know.

The wind and snow whizzed by, the sky and the earth were vast, and his hand holding the rein was numb from the cold. In such a cold weather, he could clearly hear every breath he took, as if he was talking to himself.

The more lonely, the more sober.

It is not the sobriety of the body, but it seems that it is the first time that I am so intimately aware of my existence in the world.

The crowd dispersed a little last night, so he didn't go up to see his father, but hid in the crowd, trying his best to restrain himself.

He knows his father too well. He is as proud as a father in front of such embarrassment and scolding by thousands of people, and he will not be willing to show it in front of his own children.

An Yuping's eyes were flushed, and the hand holding the rein trembled slightly due to the sudden emotion.

There was the sound of hurried hooves in the distance.

An Yuping turned around, quickly reined in his horse, and hid behind the undulating snow slopes and rocks.

After a while, three people passed by on horseback. The leader was a man in a black windbreaker, with a hood against the wind and snow.

The two subordinates who followed were also packed tightly. They were both tall and passed the road at a fast speed, chasing after the long line in front.

Today, An Yuping occasionally ran into such chasing men and horses, but the three of them seemed to be different, and none of them were wearing the uniforms of soldiers and horses in the court.

Soon, the three of them disappeared at the downhill intersection, but they changed their direction and headed for Guhuai's Longdan Mountain.

There is a trail over there, and it is indeed possible to catch up to the team in front faster. It seems that they know more about the terrain here than those in the court.

"Master," Dai Yu whispered while running, "There seems to be someone hiding over there."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Lie said.

The horse ran away in the blink of an eye, and when entering the mountain pass, a torch appeared, the flame was bright, and a small sign was hanging under the branches covered with frost and snow beside the torch.

Shen Lie pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse stood up.

(End of this chapter)