Chitose words

Haishi has arrived, the moon and stars are scarce, and the night owls are neighing.

In the Xiujin Square, an old embroiderer with an ugly face and hard-to-recognize facial features was quietly bowing her head under a few dim candles.

She held the sharp scissors in her hand and carefully cut the expensive fabric in her hands.

The old embroiderer's face was particularly old, but her looming eyes under the dim candlelight were particularly bright and sharp. She was doing her thing silently, with a serious and serious expression.

The exposed skin on the back of her hand was full of wrinkles and cracks, but the palm of her hand was very tender and soft, with almost no skin at all.

It seems that only such a pair of soft palms can touch the most meticulously woven fabric in Western Xinjiang in front of them with such ease without scratching any thread.

I don’t know how long it took, but the candle in one of the lampshades in the room suddenly burst out with a "pop" sound, and a small candle flower burst out, and then the darkness disappeared again.

The ugly-faced old embroiderer heard the sound and looked up. It turned out that the candle lamp had finally run out of oil and had burned to the end.

Fortunately, today's work in her hands is almost done, so there is no need to add a new one.

She divided the dozen or so pieces of finely cut fabrics, large and small, into categories according to the parts of the garments, and placed them neatly on the table in front of her. Then she looked at them quietly for a long time, and then she said softly:

"Have you heard clearly?"

A figure slowly stepped forward from the shadows. The man was dressed in pitch black, and his head and face were covered tightly with a black hood. His appearance and age were indistinguishable, but just by his voice, he sounded like a middle-aged man.

"Master, I have inquired about it. The four masters and servants in this group appeared in Shedun City about ten days ago.

The person entered the city from the corner gate of the east city gate. It is unknown where he came from, but judging from the direction, he seemed to have come through the "forbidden zone of life" in the desert of Western Xinjiang. "

The old embroiderer continued to look at the workbench in front of her with tender eyes, where she could vaguely piece together a piece of fabric in the form of a ready-made garment.

The light is dim, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

This scene actually made the spliced ​​human-shaped cloth on the table look a bit weird and eerie.

After hearing this, she said "Oh" and then slowly said to herself:

"He actually came through the 'Life Forbidden Zone' in the east of Western Xinjiang. He dared to risk his life and walked through the no-man's land in the desert of Western Xinjiang. He also touched the city of Shedun all the way from the desert. It seems... the person who came here is not evil."

The middle-aged man immediately said after hearing this:

"Since the master thinks there is something wrong with them, how about his subordinates devise a plan and kill them?"

The old embroiderer smiled.

". Did they do it? Who did it do? Is it just you?"

The skin of one of her eyes was distorted and shrunk due to the intense fire. Although her vision was not really damaged, at first glance, she looked like a one-eyed person.

Xiu Niang, who looks like an ugly old woman but is actually only 38 years old, shook her head mockingly and said unceremoniously:

"You can't even understand the depth of other people's martial arts realm, and you actually want to do it to them?

Having confidence is a good thing, but it is useless in the right place. You are no match for them. "

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said:
"Master, I have something unclear. Isn't the doctor from Tianchen a native of the Southern Dynasties?

Then why did the two bodyguards around her, a man and a woman, with the highest level of martial arts cultivation, seem to be from the Northern Dynasties. "

The people they were talking about were naturally Xie Zhao, Ling You, Han Changsheng and Bo Xi.

Because Ling You has half the blood of Hanyong people in the Northern Dynasties, while Bo Xi is of pure Hanyong people.

So long as these two people stood there, even if they didn't say anything, regardless of their height, facial features, or physical appearance, it would be very easy for people to misunderstand that they were from the north.

The old embroiderer laughed out loud and said: "Yes, I feel very strange too..."

It is said that the Southern Dynasty Tianchen and the Northern Dynasty Han and Yong are incompatible. Even if they have made peace in recent years, it is just that the Northern Dynasties have temporarily succumbed to the pressure of the peerless masters of the Southern Dynasty, and the 36 troops have to temporarily put away their ambitions. Just appearances.

In this case, how could two young masters from the Northern Dynasties with such high levels of martial arts willingly serve as guards for a wandering doctor from the Southern Dynasties? "

Thinking of the graceful and kind-hearted female medical practitioner she had seen with her own eyes during the day, a hint of complexity flashed across the expression of the old embroiderer Ning Po.

"It seems that Mr. Xie Yilu, who came from the Southern Dynasty, is not simple."

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard this, and asked: "Master, why don't I send a message to the young master and ask about the recent situation in Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty?

Maybe the young master can ask for clues about these two Northern Dynasties people who are highly skilled in martial arts. "

"Do not."

The old embroiderer's expression was solemn.

She raised her hand to make a stopping gesture, and then said word by word:

"My little brother is lurking in the Yuwen Department, which is the head of the 36 departments in Hanyong. It is equivalent to living under the breath of the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal'. We are already walking on thin ice.

Now he has to worry about the overall layout of the world, so don't let him be distracted.not to mention"

Po Ning sighed and said:
"From now on, we have to be more vigilant in summonses. I'm afraid there are some mistakes in our past letterheads."

The middle-aged man was shocked.

"Master, how can I see you?"

Po Ning shook her head with a smile and said: "With my current age and status in the embroidery workshop, it would be just fine for me to work as an embroidery worker in the workshop, instead of going out to do errands to make a living.

So do you know why I took the initiative to take the errand of measuring the body size of that female doctor today? "

The middle-aged man hesitated and said:
"It's because the master wants to meet in person the woman who can write the style and sentences of our family."

"good."

Po Ning nodded slowly.

"I recognized the few pages of Qingci sent by Qinshe Baojia yesterday.

Although the writing is not perfect and smooth, it is actually the writing style of our family. Even the sentence fragments and minor notes are the same - how can I feel at ease if I don't go and see it myself? "

The middle-aged man asked: "Master, what can you see?"

Speaking of this, Po Ning's expression was slightly complicated.

She shook her head and said, "That one is perfect."

"Master, do we really not want to write and ask the young master? Or maybe we can ask about the nails we arranged to stick in the Southern Dynasty.

In the early years, there were only a handful of people to whom the master could write letters using our royal writing system.

It is always possible for those few people to leak it and somehow be imitated by this Southern Dynasty woman. "

Po Ning frowned and said: "No, don't send any more letters in the near future. If something happens, just ask the courier to deliver it in person.

If there are any mistakes in the letter, it will expose myself, and it may not necessarily be leaked from our side.
There is no way to know if it is really just the medical law of the Southern Dynasties who accidentally read a certain letter that our clan has spread. "

Just now when she heard the middle-aged man mention the "nails" of the Southern Dynasty, the old embroiderer suddenly moved her eyebrows slightly and sighed:
"My little brother ordered you to deliver a message this time. Did he tell you about his brother's recent situation?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, with a confused look on his face:

"Master, the young master said that the Eighth Commandery Prince is still in 'that place'. It has been almost two years, and the Eighth Commandery Prince has refused to even step out of the mountain gate. So... they still can't contact the Eighth Commandery Prince."

Po Ning also fell silent.

After a while, she let out a long sigh.

"Ayi has grown up in the past few years and has taken on many of the courageous things that once rested on my shoulders.

But after all, he is still a little younger, and his temperament has changed a bit after what he encountered.

Although he undoubtedly missed the point, putting Ayu on top of the chess game back then actually hurt Ayu's heart.His brother was afraid that he would never forgive him. "

The middle-aged man paused, hesitated and comforted his master:
"The Eighth Commandery Prince and the Young Master, the young Commandery Prince, are blood brothers after all. The Eighth Commandery Prince must have let go over time.

...The Eight Princes will never completely cut off contact with the Little Prince for the sake of outsiders. Master, don't worry. "