Dada... Under the hazy night, in the moonlight, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground, followed the path to the city gate, and a torch was poked out on the city tower and looked down.

"Open the door, speed up a hundred miles." The knights under the city spoke loudly at the people on the city.

The soldier holding the torch shook his arms: "The city gate must not be opened in the night."

The knight turned his horse's head and walked two steps, strangled the reins for a moment, took out the token from his arms: "I, the Jinyiwei of the East Factory, have urgent information to be conveyed to the hands of the East Factory's yamen, and you can verify the authenticity!"

Soon, a basket was put down from the city wall.

The voice shouted at the top of the city again: "Put the token!"

The knight snorted and threw it casually. The black token rolled into the basket and was then dragged up. Someone took the thing and ran over the city. Under the city wall, the knight looked at the confined gate and subconsciously reached out to touch the letter hidden in his arms, and sighed softly.

"Open the city gate!"

Perhaps after verifying the authenticity, the city gate made a heavy creaking sound and slowly opened a gap. The soldier on the top of the city threw the token from above.

"drive"

The knight shouted lightly, and the horse's hooves slid up and jumped up. He reached out and grabbed the air, put the falling token into his arms, and rushed into the crack of the crack in the city gate in the blink of an eye, sank into the black long street.

The door slowly closed again.

The knight who came back from the north found the location of the Dongchang Yamen. After checking his identity, he went to the small building behind the schoolyard and met Hai Dafu who was about to rest.

The light in the room was not very bright. The two of them stood quietly in the candlelight. Hai Dafu had a bad vision. He looked at it word by word with his eyes and everything seemed quiet.

The old fat eunuch sighed, folded the letter back into the paper seal, looked at the knight who delivered the letter in front of him, and walked over with the letter: "Thank you for such a long trip, thank you for your hard work. Remember that your name is Lynx... There is another one named Shangou."

The man who removed the cloak was the Jinyiwei Lynx who had been away from Beijing for two months. At this time, thick short beards were left under his chin, which looked much more stable than before.

"Yes, Qianhu, there is one nighthawk among my brothers." He bowed.

"Nighthawk..." Hai Dafu ejected the letter and walked around the room with his hands on his back. "...It's a pity that he is a good man. By the way, Shangou seems to have retreated. Where is he set up now? If there is anything at home, just come to Dongchang to find a family."

Over there, when the lynx heard about Nighthawk and Shan Dog, he felt a little sad. He didn't want to mention these things at first, but in the end he said: "Go back to Qianhu, Shangou Township has settled down. With the property rewarded by the governor, the family is quite abundant, and he married a villain, so his life is naturally much better than me."

Hai Dafu crawled with a smile on his wrinkled face and looked at the other person with a smile: "It seems that you want to retreat too."

"This... Qianhu listens to Beizhi's explanation..."

"There is nothing to explain, the thoughts in my heart are normal..." Hai Dafu waved his hand, "Although the Zajia is in charge of the East Factory affairs, he is not an unreasonable person. You are under Yang Zhi. If you really have an idea, go and tell him."

As he said that, he put the letter in the hand of the lynx again and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, give this letter to the Lord, this is your last job."

The lynx's face suddenly rose with joy, bowed with excitement, and turned around and left quickly. Looking at the empty door, Hai Dafu's smiling face slowly became cold, and another complicated emotion crawled up.

Turning around, waving, the door creaked and closed automatically.

The content in the letter made him feel a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he was getting older and older, and he still remembered the scene when he was called out of the imperial kitchen by a little palace maid nine years ago.

That...naughty and snobbish little girl wouldn't have the chance to meet again. Hai Dafu sat under the candlelight, and the footsteps of the patrol came downstairs. A little further away, the sound of joking came vaguely.

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In the Baifu Book, the third day of the day.

Bai Ning, wearing a coat, took the letter in surprise, glanced at Lynx, and went back to the back of the desk to unfold it. On the paper, they were beautiful small characters unique to women, and the fonts looked quite familiar.

"Xiao Ping'er...how did her letter come from?" Bai Ning frowned.

At the door, the lynx bowed and said, "Report to the Lord, it was brought back by the caravan leading to the grassland and found us through the contact information she provided."

Bai Ning's eyes were a little confused. Under the quiet candlelight, the words on the letter jumped into his sight, as if he saw the stitch she waved to block the palace transformation that year.

"... The Supervisor saw the letter as if he was in the face. Several years have passed since the separation in the palace. Please don't take the grudges of the past to heart. It was a time when Ping'er was obsessed with ghosts... Now the past is like a passing cloud... Hearing that the Supervisor defeated Fang La and the Jurchen deeds, the deeds of the prison for several years also allowed the little palace maid of the year to see through many things, have some insights in his heart, and understand what the Supervisor has worked hard for this country.

Ping'er dared not compete with the governor, so he could only do some effort for the Wu Dynasty. The tribe where Ping'er lived was the Qiyan tribe, and the leader Temujin was talented and ambitious. He is now fighting with another tribe leader named Jamuka. No matter who loses and who wins, it is not good news for the Wu Dynasty...

...Pinger knew that the road ahead was not easy, but he always had to try it. No matter which side wins, it would be a victory. Pinger could only lead the winner to the west and reduce the threat from the Wu Dynasty to facilitate the future supervision of the ruler to capture Yanyun north."

Guide Temujin to expedition the West? Seeing this, Bai Ning rubbed his eyebrows and recalled his previous life. It seemed that Temujin had never gone south to the Song Dynasty in his life. Could it be...

Bai Ning shook his head. He originally thought that the time and space he had arrived would change. At present, no one could stop the wheels of history and repair... So what about his future? How would he write it in history books?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He looked at the end of the letter again, and there were still a few words to say.

"... I just said so many heavy words, but now I seem to know what the Supervisor has become. Eunuch Hai is still so fat as before. I heard that the wife has become a normal person. Ping'er was very happy. If possible, please ask the Supervisor to say sorry on Ping'er.

Speaking of this, Ping'er still couldn't help but want to show off to the Supervisor. Now Ping'er has become their priest through the courses taught by the Supervisor back then. It won't take long to become a high priest. Do you feel that Ping'er is very powerful... "

The letter was not finished at the end, and there was obviously a lot of things to say, but unfortunately it was broken here. In a sense, it might also be her hint.

...There are endless things to say...but I can never write them out.

"This little bottle..." Bai Ning said softly.

...

The paper was put down from his hand, and then he looked at the lynx who had been waiting for a long time, and sighed: "Let's go, don't come to Dongchang anymore. If you send such news, Hai Dafu wants to kill you..."

The lynx widened his eyes.

"The news in this letter is very important..." Bai Ning went over and opened the door and walked out. "I will prepare some money for you to leave the capital and live a good life with Shangou."

Behind him, the tall man knelt down with a thud and kowtowed: "Thank you for not killing the Lord." When he raised his head, his back had already left at the end of the corridor.

...

Bai Ning walked under the eaves outside the house, and the candlelight in the bedroom was still on. He pushed open the door and went in. Xifu sat there under the candlelight.

"Why don't you sleep so late?"

The figure walked over and sat down next to him.

Xifu leaned gently on his shoulder, and the candlelight flashed in her eyes, "I'm waiting for you to come back. Now, looking at your thoughts, I don't rush to urge you to go to bed, just talk to me."

Bai Ning hugged her chest and took a deep breath.

"There is one thing..." He thought of the content behind Xiao Pinger's writing on the paper. Although the words were easy, he could not see the hardships inside. After a few strokes of his lips, he still said it with difficulty.

"…I'm afraid I won't see her for the rest of my life."

Xifu raised his head, looked at the bloodshot in his eyes, reached out and hugged his tired face in his arms, and gently patted his back, "...Don't be sad, my husband, people will always be reunited and separated..."

The figure in his arms moved, raised his head, looked at Xifu, held the white little hands, and pinched it tightly: "My husband and Gongsun Sheng today, An Daoquan has found a way to cure the poison in you, but... it will take a long time... it will take a long time..."

…

After hearing all the words, the woman on the window frame smiled lightly, reached out to wipe the water stains on Bai Ning's face, and rubbed it gently.

“…It doesn’t matter, as long as you are around.”

The slender hand reached out and grabbed the woman's hand tightly, "...In the time I was looking for that flower, I stayed by my wife and my husband would not go anywhere until you were happy."

...

In autumn, the leaves gradually turn yellow and fall from the branches. In winter, heavy snow covers them. A thick layer is made, and children playing snowball fights run wildly on them...

Time flies, and year goes by.
Chapter completed!