Nan He
Su Fangli pushed the door open and walked into the house.
The room was brightly lit, with several charcoal fires burning. The chill immediately dispelled as soon as I entered. The strange smell of incense mixed with the charcoal made me drowsy.
As soon as she appeared, she was fixed on the eyes of the two people in the room.
The atmosphere was awkward, and even Ye Zhihui, who was usually cheerful and cheerful, remained silent.
Su Fangli didn't understand what was going on, so she followed the two people's gaze towards the table.
On it lay an opened letter.
"Take a look." He Chenghuan said in a light tone.
Su Fangli took it, unfolded it, and her expression froze.
There is no other reason, because the first sentence of this letter is:
"Zhan Xinjia, Ah Li, it's been a while since we last met. How have you been doing lately? Why haven't you come to Nanhe to see me, Granny Fang, and your son?"
Looking for Grandma Fang and Fang Zai... Ji Lichuan?
Su Fangli frowned. Why did he suddenly send a letter? Was it to He Chenghuan?
She naturally did not forget that Ji Lichuan and He Chenghuan obviously knew each other and even had some grudges against each other.
But why did he send the letter to himself?
Nan He...is this the alien's real name?
Su Fangli continued reading.
"I begged my uncle for a long time to stop him from going to war with the Nanchang Kingdom because I was waiting for you.
But I waited and waited, but you never showed up, so I could only send you a message.
The situation can't be delayed any longer. Tomorrow, I'll personally come and take you back to Nanhe. Remember our agreement, see you then."
He Chenghuan watched Su Fangli put down the letter, a look of bewilderment on his face. He pressed his eyebrows together, ignoring the voice in his body, and said in a calm tone, "I need an explanation."
explain?
Su Fangli was confused. What explanation could she have?
She and Ji Lichuan were just brief cellmates, and there was even some resentment. Su Fangli had always suspected that Ji Lichuan had taken away Granny Fang and Fang Zai as revenge because she had caused his imprisonment.
But the wording in this letter was rather ambiguous, as if they had agreed to go to Nanhe together.
Did Ji Lichuan do it on purpose?
In the eyes of the other two, Su Fangli's silence seemed to have confirmed the relationship between her and Ji Lichuan.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became more depressing.
Su Fangli picked up the letter again and read it over and over again, but found nothing special.
"Did this letter arrive today?" she asked, breaking the silence.
He Chenghuan didn't say anything. Ye Zhihui glanced at him and replied, "Yesterday."
"So he will come today?" Su Fangli was surprised.
He Chenghuan didn't understand when Su Fangli met Ji Lichuan, and why they were standing together when he brought people into the city.
There was no text on the surface of the letter. When I opened it, I saw that it was written to "Ali".
I don't know who put it on his desk.
Their camp had just captured a group of spies, and yet someone was able to enter his room and leave a letter without attracting anyone's attention.
It must be Ji Lichuan himself.
No one can do this except him.
He Chenghuan felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.
Why was Ji Lichuan so affectionate with Su Fangli? What happened between them? What did they agree on?
All these thoughts almost made him unable to control himself, and he tore the letter into pieces while reading it.
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The foreigners came quietly, and before long, a group of them surrounded the camp.
The leader was riding a horse, wearing a helmet and full armor. His face could not be seen clearly, but he did not look young.
He was carrying a huge bow on his back, and next to him was Ji Lichuan.
When Ji Lichuan saw Su Fangli, his eyes lit up and he raised his hand to greet her.
This action earned him a warning look from the leader. Ji Lichuan put down his hand in disappointment, but his eyes remained on Su Fangli.
"Uncle." He Chenghuan said.
The leader snorted coldly, his voice a little hoarse: "I am not worthy of being called your uncle."
He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but because of the occasion, he forced himself to hold back.
"You're quite capable of escaping from that Taiweizi." He Zhengling glanced around and said with disdain, "It's just that this camp looks rather shabby."
Hearing the noise, everyone else in the camp peeked out to see what was happening. The old, young, women, and children Su Fangli had brought with her all looked pale and thin, truly pitiful.
This place looks more like a refugee shelter than a military camp.
The two teams were not too far apart, and the atmosphere was tense.
These two were actually uncle and nephew, and looked like enemies. Considering what I had heard before, that the deposed crown prince had strangled his mother, it seemed that this was the reason for their conflict.
Swish——
He Zhengling, who was sitting on the horse, took out the crossbow from behind him, put the arrow on the bow, and aimed it in the direction of He Chenghuan.
His fingers tensed, and the bowstring made a teeth-grinding sound.
At the moment when the arrow was about to be shot, He Zhengling suddenly changed the direction of his aim.
A black arrow flew through the air, heading straight for Su Fangli.
"careful!--"
Ji Lichuan beside He Zhengling and He Chenghuan beside Su Fangli took action at the same time to block the arrows.
Before Su Fangli could react, He Chenghuan had already pulled her behind him.
He Chenghuan actually raised his hand and caught the arrow flying in the air.
He squeezed his knuckles hard, gripping the arrow. It was only an inch away from piercing He Chenghuan's chest.
"master!"
"uncle!"
Looking across the chaotic crowd, He Chenghuan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on He Zhengling.
Blood dripped from the fingertips that were pinching the arrow and fell into the ground.
The two looked at each other for a long time. He Zhengling turned around and raised his hand: "Let's go."
"But..." Ji Lichuan spoke hurriedly beside him, but was glared at by He Zhengling's sharp eyes and immediately fell speechless.
Ji Lichuan turned around to look at Su Fangli, but she was completely blocked by someone and he couldn't see her at all.
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Su Fangli was tightly blocked by He Chenghuan behind him.
She looked down and saw that the other person's hand was still holding her wrist.
It didn't take much effort, but it was difficult to break free.
Her heart beat inexplicably faster and she lowered her eyes calmly.
A slight coolness fell on her face, and Su Fangli reached out and caught a transparent snowflake.
It's snowing.
Foreigners come and go in a hurry.
Just a few days later, Su Fangli heard from Ye Zhihui that the foreigners had passed through Yunchuan City and continued to move north.
I wonder what the aliens are planning this time. In previous years, they would capture a large number of people wherever they passed through, but this time, not only did they not capture anyone, they barely stayed in the city for long. It was as if they were just passing through.
Since Su Fangli had given many warnings beforehand, most of the people in Yunchuan City hid in their homes and did not come out, so there were almost no casualties.
Therefore, the name of Su Fangli, the "goddess fairy", also spread.
Su Fangli's shop finally opened in Yunchuan City.
She used the money she earned from fortune-telling to buy a shop, put her improved Tarot in the shop, and arranged for several people to teach people how to tell fortunes in the shop.
The price of divination is low, and even barter is accepted.
At first, the people in the city did not believe in this unprecedented method, but as more and more divinations by Su Fangli came true, the people in the city gradually became convinced of this "fate divination".
Yunchuan City no longer has a mayor, and the people have nowhere to turn to. They can only put all their emotions into this fortune-telling shop.
Since when, a wooden statue appeared in the store, and everyone who passed by would come in to pay their respects when they saw it.
As dusk fell, a man in black pushed open the door and entered the shop.
After entering the store, the man in black lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing a sharp and cold face.
He Chenghuan frowned as he had walked in unintentionally, not understanding why he had come.
There was a pen and paper on the table. When He Chenghuan reacted, he had already written down the question that he had been thinking about for a long time.
The scar on the palm of his hand was pulled, causing his hand holding the pen to tremble slightly.
As Ye Zhihui said, write down the questions and then draw lots.
He Chenghuan put down his pen. Before he could even reach the wooden box containing the fortune sticks, he paused for a moment, listening attentively. Then, with a flick of his body, he flipped out the window on the other side.
The door creaked open. Su Fangli stood at the doorway, brushing off the falling snow, walked into the store, and turned back to close the window and door.
The store was empty.
She lit the charcoal and placed the lamp on the table.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the table, and a piece of paper was pressed under the inkstone.
Su Fangli picked it up and saw the words written on it: Stay here or go back.
The brushstrokes were vigorous, the force penetrating the paper. The writing was still wet, indicating it had just been completed. But she hadn't seen anyone on the road she had come from.
Su Fangli stared at the question, stunned. A name suddenly popped up in her mind.
This was also the question she wanted to ask.
She shook her head and put the note back where it belonged.
She must return to the modern era, as she had to go back to look after her shop and her savior. She wondered if he had been injured by her.
She collected her thoughts, sat down at the desk and began to interpret the divination.
This year's winter is particularly cold, and many people are asking how to get through this winter.
Su Fangli checked several fortune-telling documents in succession and unexpectedly found that the results were basically the same.
-Five of Pentacles
-"hermit"
The Five of Pentacles card shows two people struggling to move forward in the snow.
The hermit is an old man walking alone on the snowy mountains, with only a lamp to light the way ahead.
Both cards contain elements of ice and snow, making it hard for Su Fangli not to associate them with the real winter.
The Five of Pentacles represents hardship, and the Hermit represents isolation and helplessness.
Su Fangli took out another set of wooden tarot cards from her bag, shuffled the cards, and told her own fortune.
-Five of Pentacles
-"hermit"
-Nine of Pentacles
This extra card, the Nine of Pentacles, shows a woman standing in a wealthy garden. It generally represents abundance.
And she has a bird with its head covered in her hand, which represents some kind of sacrifice.
Su Fangli tapped her fingertips on the Nine of Pentacles card.
What is it that she has in abundance and can play a key role in reversing the situation during the ice and snow crisis?
She was lost in thought, her eyes sweeping across the store's furnishings, finally landing on the charcoal brazier in the corner.
charcoal.
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"You mean the charcoal you brought back earlier?"
In the meeting hall, Ye Zhihui exclaimed in surprise.
Su Fangli nodded. "Only a small portion will do. If possible, it would be best to clear out the ones in the warehouse and let them dry in the sun while it's still sunny to remove the moisture."
"This..." Ye Zhihui hesitated and said, "I need to ask His Highness for instructions." If it was other matters, he could open a back door for Su Fangli at will, but if he wanted to open the warehouse, he had to get He Chenghuan's approval.
"Why did you suddenly think of that charcoal?" Ye Zhihui asked. Most of the fires they used in their camp were from the nearby mountains. The charcoal's origin was unknown, and they hadn't used it yet.
"There will be a blizzard in the coming days."
"Blizzard?" Ye Zhihui repeated in surprise.
Su Fangli nodded. "Yes, I've been doing some divination these past few days and found out that this snowfall is rare in a century. If we don't make some preparations soon, we'll probably suffer a great loss of vitality."
"Well, it is indeed necessary to prepare things to keep warm in advance." Ye Zhihui said.
Su Fangli's tone was a little hesitant. She said, "I wonder if you can spare some of it? I plan to take it into the city and sell it to people who don't have enough charcoal."
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