Thunder streaked across the sky, and the snow lighted up the buildings like ancient style.

On the stone bridge by the street, an umbrella fell diagonally on the bluestone road. Time seemed to be stagnant, and the pedestrians passing by became afterimages, leaving only a beautiful red dress standing in the wind and rain.

The black hair was soaked against the snow-white cheeks, and the raindrops rolled down the temples onto the hands, and then rolled from the slender fingers to the jade hairpin held in the palm of the hand.

The hairpin is carved from white jade, without much decoration, only a line of words is engraved on it:

A single spear hangs his head and destroys the enemy's gall, and a horse with a spear scatters all rivers.

Xie Yijun likes this poem very much, just like the sentence "The sword raises a thousand pounds and shocks the sun and the moon, and the courage shakes the clouds and the sky."

The jade hairpin is not a professional jeweler carving. The handwriting is a bit rough, but the carving is very careful. I also added a piece to the end part: (???).

I once saw this strange symbol in Shiquan Lane. Although I was not sure about it, I thought it was very beautiful and I kept it in my heart.

It was drizzling, and the scenery on the street was hazy and could not be seen clearly. I don’t know if it was because of the heavy rain or because tears blocked my eyes.

Outside the small inn in the distance, a woman in a blue pleated skirt was leaning against an oil-paper umbrella, raising her face and smiling, and stomping her embroidered shoes from time to time. Even if she was far away, she could feel her mood at this moment - worry-free, and her body and mind were placed on the man next to her, and she was very happy.

"hehe..."

A faint chuckling sounded, the red skirt trembled gently, forcibly suppressed, but tears mixed with the rain.

With a crisp sound of "Ding Ding--" the jade hairpin fell to the ground and bounced a few times until it rolled down the stone bridge and fell into the muddy rain.

Xie Yijun looked down and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She bent over and picked up the umbrella, walked slowly down the stone bridge, and passed through the hazy streets and alleys of Hangzhou, a dazzling red color gradually drifted away...

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On the side of the street, Cao Hua walked slowly with an oil-paper umbrella, as if he was conscious, and turned his head to look at the arch bridge in the distance, leaving nothing.

The rain was quite heavy. Zhu Qufei, who was walking with her skirt, noticed that her hands were intertwined with each other and raised her cheeks in a little confusion:

"Little Langjun, what's wrong?"

"nothing...."

Cao Hua frowned, looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and then continued to pull Zhu Qufei to the street.

Zhu Qufei was still talking nonstop, from the world to the market, and from the city to the ghosts, talking about everything. She turned her head and looked at it. Because she covered the heavy rain, Cao Hua's white robe was wet a little bit, so Zhu Qufei got closer and patted the raindrops on Cao Hua's shoulder:

"I came to Hangzhou as a teenager. It rained heavily every year this season. The riverside will probably have to rise again. The river lift doesn't work. It will be repaired every year and collapse every year. My boat will have to be moved away in a few days, otherwise it will be flooded..."

“That’s right…”

Cao Hua was absent-minded and raised his hand to wrap his shoulders.

In this world, walking on the street with one finger at the same time is a bit out of style, and only Yu dares to pull it. Concubine Zhu Qu was shocked by being hugged, and hurriedly twisted her shoulders to avoid it, and said angrily:

"Are you crazy?"

"Well--"

Cao Hua let go of his hand and looked calm with his hands behind his back, as if it had never happened.

Concubine Zhu Qu bit her lower lip, but she didn't know how to deal with Cao Hua, so she could only pretend that it had never happened.

I walked slowly all the way to the pleasure boat under the stone bridge. The wooden door was locked, and the hat and straw raincoat hanging outside disappeared.

Concubine Zhu Qu was stunned for a moment and opened the copper lock with the key, but saw that the small pleasure boat was clean, with packages, weapons and clothes missing.

"Yijun is gone?"

Concubine Zhu Qu was stunned for a moment, searching twice, and was a little puzzled:

"Why don't you say hello..."

Cao Hua stood on the deck with an umbrella, frowned slightly, looked around and saw only a few pedestrians on the street.

Zhu Qufei stood in the empty cabin, with her hands on her chest, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a little confused, she was a little panicked and stood there and didn't know what to do:

“Will it…”

"You should rest first, don't think about it."

Cao Hua walked over and pulled her into his arms and kissed her a little.

Zhu Qufei was really a little resistant this time. She quickly turned her head, covered her lips, and tears flashed in her eyes, and she pushed him:

"It's all your fault."

Cao Hua pinched her face and then broke her body into the stone street.

Zhu Qufei held the door frame with her hands, her eyes were confused and restless, and she pursed her lips, but in the end she didn't say anything.

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Passing through the rain, we came to the stone bridge that we had just glanced at.

Cao Hua glanced a few times, and his sharp eyes soon discovered a little white shadow on the ground. The slender jade hairpin was lying quietly in the clear rain, showing a clear line of small characters.

I squatted down and looked at it for a few times, picked it up and wiped it with my sleeves, and wiped the marks with my fingers. After years of experience, I could even feel how many knives I had carved and how much effort I had used.

“The technology is really not very good…”

Cao Hua shook his head and sighed softly, stood up and looked around, without a single figure.

Slap—

The sound of clapping the palms sounded.

In the rain on the street, Li Bairen sneaked out of the teahouse wearing a hat, glanced at him for a few more times before approaching him:

"Governor, what are the instructions?"

"You said it?"

Cao Hua put his hands on his waist, his expression very helpless.

Li Bairen smiled strangely. Seeing that Cao Hua had a bad expression, he quickly shut up and put on a serious look:

"I originally wanted to remind the governor, but I couldn't find the whereabouts of the governor. It was too late to realize that something was wrong..."

"Tell the point."

"I have sent someone to follow me secretly. Miss Xie looks in a bad mood and shouldn't find the tail behind her."

Cao Hua nodded and put the jade hairpin into his arms.

Li Bairen thought about it and looked like someone who had experienced it:

"Actually, it's normal for a man to catch a fire in the backyard. My wife doesn't want me to marry a second wife. She'll be dead. She'll be honest after a few days of cold..."

Cao Hua's eyes sank: "I still need you to teach me?"

"That's right." Li Bairen smiled awkwardly, then put on his hat and disappeared sneakily on the corner of the street.

Cao Hua shook his head, thought for a while, and had to go back to the palace first...

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Time soon turned to September, and war reports came from Muzhou every day.

After the Fang La army captured Muzhou for a little renovation at the end of August, it continued to advance rapidly. Shouchang, Fenshui, Tonglu, Sui'an and other counties were also successively taken. Under the good situation, Fang La did not rest for a moment, and the troops pointed to Shezhou. The road was unstoppable. Guo Shizhong, known as the famous general in the southeast, was defeated by Fang La and died in battle. Shezhou and its affiliated counties, Qimen, Jixi, Wuyuan and other counties were successively captured.

The people saw Fang La's actions and achievements, especially the poor and poor people in the surrounding areas, responded as if they saw a life-saving straw. As the forces from all sides merged into the rebel army, the team of 20,000 had expanded to more than 300,000 in a short period of time, and Hangzhou was in danger.

At this time, the Song Dynasty court still reacted slowly.

Cao Hua would write to Zhao Jie from the channel of Diankuis to explain the seriousness of Fang La's rebellion, requesting the suspension of Huashigang to reduce taxes and appease the people, and send heavy troops to eliminate Fang La.

Unfortunately, what I waited for was an imperial edict of reprimand.

The emperor did not report that the emperor had executed a rank-level official without authorization. The impact was not only as simple as killing Zhang Huiyan. Countless officials in charge wrote letters to impeach Cao Hua's obscene law to abuse his power. After all, his lips were lost and his teeth were cold. In the past, Dian Kui Si could turn a blind eye to kill him secretly. Now he has opened the precedent for killing scholars and officials openly. If these people do not speak out, the blade may fall on them.

Because Zhang Huiyan fled Muzhou on the pretext of asking for reinforcements, and immediately apologized to Tan Zhen, Zhao Jie ordered the dismissal of his post and investigated. Now Cao Hua cut off his head without saying anything, which made the civil and military officials in the court angry. Zhao Jie was naturally furious, and slapped Tan Zhen in the face, which made Zhao Jie even angry: "He really treats himself as the emperor at night." He scolded all the words, and directly took back the right to be executed first and then report, and ordered Cao Hua to return to the capital for trial.

After Cao Hua received the imperial edict, he knew that he had made the emperor angry. Although he felt aggrieved, he had no choice but to eat the salary of the court.
Chapter completed!