The leaves wither in the wind and fall to their feet.

Qin Hui walked in his garden while walking on the fallen leaves. Looking at the falling leaves all over the garden, he seemed to have some worries. In five years, he had entered the center. As the first civil servant to make friends with the admiral of the East Factory, he could be said to have made a wonderful move.

Since the five years of rest and recuperation, the national strength of the Wu Dynasty has gradually increased, and voices from all parties about the recovery of Yan Yun have begun to rekindle. Qin Hui, who has passed the middle age, is now fifty-year-old. He has greatly suppressed such appeals, and to a large extent, he supports the Northern Expedition, at least he feels that it is not the time.

The Jin Kingdom went to Beijing. Since Wanyan Zongwang "shoulder South", he has been actively accumulating strength. Even though the morale of the army is floating below, a military commander like Wanyan Zonghan has played an extremely important suppression. Qin Hui wanted to wait... and wait, because the old coach is old...

The two highest emperors in the Wu Dynasty...the emperor was still a seven-year-old crying child, and the other one was only thirty years old. The Wu Dynasty could afford to wait. I remembered that... Today he received news that he had left the capital and took his wife to the upper reaches of the Yellow River.

"The love of children is long..."

Qin Hui stood under the tree with his hands on his back, with his eyes closed, and a leaf fell on his shoulder. The yard was quiet. After standing for a while, someone came from a distance, and it was his wife Wang.

"I told the old soup I made in the kitchen to drink it soon."

The old man who closed his eyes and rested open his eyes, took the soup, held his wife's hand, and walked together among the fallen leaves. At this time, he didn't want those mundane things.

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Going westward, the sun gradually darkened.

The turbid waves rolled and roared, beside the foothills of the Yellow River bank, bonfires burned at night, and sparks rose from the fire waves and floated in the night.

Several carriages drove around the camp. There were figures coming in and out of a tent in the middle. The whistle figure was hidden in nearby trees, and a temporary simple camp was formed.

The monks around the bonfire talked in groups of three or three, and after walking for a day, they went to bed early. Compared to the bustle outside, in a larger tent in the middle, the lit incense was in the incense burner, on a bear's fur blanket, and a thin figure sat on it and quietly looked at the book in his hand. Not far away, Bai Ning looked at the candlelight in front of the desk table in a daze.

The curtain was lifted and a figure walked in.

Xiao Chenzi put the hot soup on the table and carefully retreated. Bai Ning picked up a bowl of hot soup and walked down next to Xifu, handed it over, "Can your body be able to eat all the way?"

Xifu put down the book, held the bowl and took a sip, "I'm not worried about myself, I just want Linglong. She has grown up, but she is used to some problems. I just don't know if she will cause some trouble for Commander Yang."

After saying that, after coughing twice, Bai Ning got up and took the hanging cloak and put it on her, holding her in his arms, as if he had become accustomed to this movement.

"It's not what you're used to."

"But my husband teaches her how to fight and kill... Eunuch Hai and the others also learn from you, teach Linglong, they are all calculating people, what will a good girl become." Xifu shrank in his arms and handed the hot soup to Bai Ning's mouth, "You can take a sip, too."

Bai Ning smiled, took it and did not drink it, and patted the woman gently with her arms in her arms: "...She is a big girl now, don't worry so much, it should be her way. You have to walk by yourself. Learning more things will not be a bad thing. Yang Zhi doesn't have to worry about it. He knows the importance. Just during the day, the news came that the range of the dragon-haired flower has narrowed to its limit and should be found soon."

Bent down.

He kissed Xifu's lips, separated, smiled, and the two of them looked at each other, and Bai Ning hugged her tighter, "I hope... when I found it, it was just the time when the words were about to open."

The light swayed, and Xifu snuggled in his arms and listened quietly.

"…The family will live like this. When my husband cooks the Jurchens in the north, we will go to a place where no one knows and live our lives... and my husband will recover from it..."

Hearing this, Xifu's originally slightly blue-white face showed a hint of blush. He pounded Bai Ning's chest with his hand. He only heard the other party continue to talk a lot. He couldn't resist the sleepiness and finally fell asleep.

The curtain was lifted up again, and Xiao Chenzi came in with a blanket.

"The Lord, there is still a long way to go... I am worried that my wife would not be able to hold on in the past." Now the eunuch in his early twenties has a handsome face and is even more concerned about his own work. He covered Xifu's blanket and retreated aside with concern on his face.

"I know."

Bai Ningheng picked up the woman and put it on the soft collapse. He stretched out one hand and pushed the palace and acupoint on his smooth back, as if he was instilling internal force to suppress the spread of toxicity.

"But if you don't have it with you, who can suppress the poison for your wife?" In Bai Ning's gaze, the candlelight on the desk shone on his face, and it was clear that the ice was gone.

After a long time, he took out his hand and walked to the tent to look at the night in the sky, and silver threads were stroking in the wind.

"I hope there is good news coming from Linglong."

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The night passed and the convoy set off and continued to move forward.

In the south, in the Taishan Camp in the East Factory, a vast number of people walked out of the camp gate, and a large number of hired labor began to search inch by inch to the scope set today. This process has been persisted for several years.

It's noon.

The girl who was in a daze in the camp heard the sound of horse hooves galloping from afar. When she left the tent, the figure of the war horse broke in. The Jinyiwei turned over and dismounted and rushed into the handsome tent.

Soon, Yang Zhi walked out quickly, looked at the girl, and nodded heavily.

"Uncle Yang...had he really found it?"

"Finished." Yang Zhi put on an iron mask, and when he spread his cloak, he turned over the horse, but his tone seemed solemn: "It's just that there was an accident. Yelu Hongyu was already there, and she had experience in dealing with that beast."

The girl turned her head, "Beast?"

Yang Zhi turned his horse's head and looked at the girl, "A big insect, but it seems a bit amazing... Lingqing! Just stay in the camp and I'll take someone over to take a look."

The moment the words fell.

The red figure had already sprung out, and a whistle sounded, and a rouge horse among the horses rushed out, and Yu Linglong sat steadily on it. When Yang Zhi wanted to persuade him to stop, the man had already rushed out of the gate.

He looked at the Jinyiwei who was gathering in arrays around him, pulled the reins and turned his horse's head towards the gate, and the voice sounded: "Jinyiwei"

The horse's hooves were flying, and the sound was like thunder: "Follow me!!"

Behind him, the horse's hooves stirred the earth like thunder, hundreds of war horses rumbled and splashed dust, and rushed out of the camp. The flags were particularly eye-catching in this withered yellow color.
Chapter completed!