The sunset emitted by the sunset scattered on Xiuxiu's face, and a circle of gold edges were drawn on her black hair. There were a few crystal dewdrops on the ends, which reflected the clear and close to transparent skin under the sunset, emitting an inexplicable brilliance.

Xiuxiu's slightly narrowed eyes were two tears in her eyes, and there was a little stubbornness on the corners of her mouth, but her expression was a little frightened, and she didn't know what kind of dream she had had again.

Xu Ping sat on the stone, beside Xiuxiu, watching her sleeping look, time seemed to have suddenly returned to a few years ago. The little girl from the shepherd family sat on the steps in front of her door, holding her little bag in fear and fear, and then welcomed the morning glow with dewdrops.

Xiuxiu suddenly woke up and found that Xu Ping's clothes were covered with her body. She grabbed it in her hand and looked at Xu Ping at a loss.

Xu Ping whispered: "I'm afraid you'll get colder when you sleep here, so it's not easy to wake you up."

Xiuxiu lowered her head and whispered: "Official, are you blamed me? I ran out alone and made everyone unhappy, and the official will be told."

Xu Ping smiled and said, "It's fine if you're fine."

Xiuxiu stood up, pursed her lips, and gently twisted the small puddle on the stone.

Xu Ping then realized that Xiuxiu had grown up, and her body began to grow up. She looked like a little girl, and she was no longer the little girl who knew nothing.

"Oh," Xiuxiu remembered something and looked at the shack not far away, "Did Huang Conggui catch it?"

"Catch it, Gao Daquan and Tan Hu have already brought the person there, let's go back together."

Xiuxiu nodded, got off the stone, draped the clothes in her hand on Xu Ping, and whispered: "Thank you, official, Xiuxiu remembers you are kind to me."

Xu Ping touched Xiuxiu's head and sighed: "Xiuxiu, you are really as if you are helping God this time. A little girl, after following the thief for three days and three nights, was not discovered by him. No one believed him when he said it. Huang Conggui is no matter how evil Huang Conggui is, and the officials have a way to bring him to justice. Don't do such stupid things again in the future. Remember, God opens his eyes to help you once, and you must not be lucky. You dare to do something bold next time."

"Xiuxiu remembers it."

Xiuxiu said, following Xu Ping and walked towards Gao Daquan, Tan Hu and others not far away.

The sun climbed up from behind the mountain, looking down at the world in the rays of rays of light, releasing warm light.

Xiuxiu looked at the sun, lowered her head and sighed inwardly: "In the past few years since she came to Lingnan, she really seemed to have had a big dream. The sun came out and woke up from the dream. I don't know when I can return to the Central Plains."

When Xu Ping was holding the yamen, he sat quietly on the chair thinking about his thoughts. Xiuxiu got back and was considered a bit of a heart-wrenching illness, so she had to focus on the serious matters at present.

Hundreds of cavalry were dispatched in each place, and no major trouble occurred. The prisoners who should have been taken down have been arrested and are being rescued from Taiping County. Even the most worried about Luzhou, which was the one that was the most worried about, was not an accident. There was no place for each family, so if one family was taken away, another would come to the top.

Gao Daquan came in from outside, handed the paper in his hand to Xu Ping, and said, "Official, Huang Conggui has confessed all of them. This is his confession that he has put in a pledge."

Xu Ping took it in his hand and couldn't help frowning. Since the news that Xu Ping wanted to run Ding Fa in Zuojiangdao area, Huang Conggui has set up a line with Jiaozhi on the side of Jiaozhi. Not only have he been there, but he also left all his wealth and trustworthy people there. These are small things, the key is that Ashen, who was kidnapped by Huang Conggui, is also in Jiaodong, which is difficult. I don't know how to explain it to Duan Fang. Over the years, Duan Fang has also moved several places with him, but he can't even help him with this small thing. Xu Ping always feels that he owe him something.

Seeing that Xu Ping did not speak, Gao Daquan said: "Official, since Huang Conggui has confessed all of it, it is useless to keep his life as a cheap person. Why not just leave it to me-"

Speaking of this, Gao Daquan's eyes became sharp.

Xu Ping thought for a moment and shook his head: "Let him live another night. Tomorrow we will prepare a three-person sacrifice, go to Liu Xiaomei's grave and bear his life to comfort Liu Xiaomei's spirit in heaven."

Gao Daquan felt hatred at this moment, but he forgot this section. When Xu Ping said it, he just wanted to agree.

At night, the cold wind that had not come long finally arrived in Taiping County, whistling across the earth, and the whole world suddenly became depressed, withering the grass and trees, and the dew turned into frost.

Gao Daquan sat in the dark night, holding a steel knife in his hand, listening to the howling cold wind, letting the cold wind blow across his cold face, making his clothes rush and motionless.

The door behind him was wide open, and the ground in the room was Huang Conggui, who was already dying, and he only stayed there with his last breath to comfort the dead Liu Xiaomei tomorrow.

Because the matter involved treason and colluded with foreign countries, Huang Conggui did not take the cell in Taiping County. He was mentioned to the rank of the ranks of the ranks and courts by Xu Ping. He was sentenced to death directly and asked for the death penalty without waiting for the autumn.

He escaped again and again, Gao Daquan could not rest assured. After gaining confidence from Xu Ping, he personally stayed here without leaving a single step, and kept watching him die.

There is no moon in the sky, and the stars are blocked by the clouds drifting with the wind. They can only emerge from the gaps between the clouds in groups and look at the world with trembling trembling.

Gao Daquan looked at the dark night in front of him and recalled the little things he had with Liu Xiaomei, the girl who was infinitely yearning for life in the bamboo basket, the elf in the mountain stream, the person who was skillful in singing, and the infinite regrets on his face at the last moment.

Can't stay together forever in this life, can you really wait for another life? Who can know which one is herself in the other life and which one is her? Even if you can meet in the vast sea of ​​people, how can you remember the oath in your previous life?

In the cold wind that destroyed the plants in December, tears fell on Gao Daquan, who was sitting silently.

On the fifth day of the twelfth month of the ninth year of Tiansheng, on the fifth day after the Great Cold solar term passed, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the ground was covered with white frost. The cold wind from the north rolled up against the ground with dead leaves. Everything indicates that winter is coming.

Xu Ping took Gao Daquan and Tan Hu out of the yamen early in the morning. Several soldiers behind him carried incense and candles and sacrifices, and several others carried three animals. Two people carried Huang Conggui, who was half dead, and walked all the way to the bank of the Zuojiang River.

The Zuojiang River in the cold wind is no longer as unrestrained as before, it is much more solemn and clear.

The sun had just risen, and the white frost on the grass on the roadside had not yet melted, making a squeaking and silence under your feet. Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere seemed a little solemn.

After going down the hill and seeing the big tree, Liu Xiaomei's cemetery arrived. A night of cold wind blew, the grass and trees in the valley withered, black and white frost hung, and there was no sign of joy in the world.

When they arrived at the tomb, the soldiers set up the incense table and lit the incense candle. Xu Ping took everyone to worship.

Gao Daquan lifted Huang Conggui who was sank on the ground and took him to the tomb. He secretly prayed in his heart: "Little sister, this person who killed you has been captured. I wonder if you can see it. Today I killed this guy in front of your tomb, and comforted your spirit in heaven with his blood, hoping that everything is well over there!"

Just praying, Gao Daquan took out a knife with his hands and pulled Huang Conggui's hair, making him bulge his chest and reveal the position of his heart.

Huang Conggui had already woken up, his mouth and teeth had been knocked off, and he couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of fear. At this moment, I don't know if he had regretted it in his heart.

Gao Daquan gritted his teeth and stabbed Huang Conggui Xin with a knife, and the blood splashed out on the ground in front of the altar.

Xu Ping looked at him and shook his head and sighed. Today he gave Liu Xiaomei a preliminary explanation. He thought that Huang Shimi and others were involved were missing. They were rumored to have arrived in Guangyuanzhou, but there was no definite evidence. Now Guangyuanzhou and Jiaozhi are fighting, and they don’t know what the result is, so they have to wait until they decide the winner before thinking about it.

When I looked up, I saw a little incense passing by the Zuo River not far from Liu Xiaomei's tomb. I was curious and took a step forward.

Just on a large stone on the shore, someone erected a small shrine with a tablet in it. When he approached, he found that it was Liu Xiaomei's magic card.

There were traces of burning incense and candles outside the shrine. I don’t know who came here to pay tribute, and why didn’t I go to the tomb and erect a divine sign here.

The place where the saints are buried is called Lin, the emperor is called Ling, and the Duke and the Marquis are tombs. Ordinary people can only call it a tomb. In this era, there is still a ritual system. Even if it is buried in the soil after death, it is of strict hierarchy. The place where the burial of Liu Xiaomei was chosen by Gao Daquan, and he buried it himself. No matter what kind of ritual system or not, everything depends on his own wishes, so many places in this tomb are beyond the specifications. Xu Ping was also moved by Liu Xiaomei's last words when she died and ignored it. However, he did not expect that after a few months, someone would regard her as a god.

After looking for a while, Xu Ping lowered his head and came back. Seeing Gao Daquan taking Huang Conggui's head and put it on the altar. He lowered his head and didn't know what he said, he turned to see the scenery on the river.

When the wind blew, there were not many boats on the river. It was when I was riding the wind and upstream. From time to time, a boat would ride the wind and waves upwards and sail to the upper reaches of the Zuojiang River.

The boats that were going downstream did not dare to sail, and they seemed a little slower as the river drifted.

A small boat that flowed down from the upper reaches nearby, but for some reason stopped to the shore. An old shipman came down from the boat, carried an incense and candle to the small shrine on the stone, and was respectfully burned.

Xu Ping felt strange and asked a soldier to ask, and he was wearing an official uniform, but it was difficult for him to go there. Many honest lower-class people couldn't speak when they saw the official.

After a while, the soldier came back and said to Xu Ping: "Official, the young man asked the old shipwreck. He said that this is the new custom of the people who sailed on Zuojiang. This area has a rush of water and many dark beaches, but as long as you come here to worship, you can go to Taiping County smoothly. People who sailed in this area, especially those who came down from the upstream, must go to the shrine to turn some incense and candles."

Xu Pingchu felt a little funny when he heard this. He never believed in these divine things, but he just wouldn't restrict others from believing it. Then he thought about it, but he felt something else.

Liu Xiaomei died in Zuojiang, and most of the people around her already knew that Kuoding Fa first came from her last wish during her lifetime. Perhaps it was because of this that someone would come to pay tribute.

The saints and gods set up teachings, and they really care whether there is a god to protect the world? Perhaps it is more like the later generations setting a model and setting a model to persuade the people? In this sense, Liu Xiaomei can still enjoy incense.

At the end of the ninth year of Tiansheng, Xu Ping replaced the small shrine by the Zuojiang River with a small temple, and wrote a plaque "Deze Qianqiu" and hung it on it.
Chapter completed!