Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Leaving
The summer night is slightly cool.
Hezhou urged the person to walk faster, while never loosening his arms around her, kissing and biting her, which made Xie Xunzhi so angry that he was speechless.
"How can I leave if you're like this?" Xie Xunzhi touched his head with his hand.
“…”
"You're leaving soon, and you won't let me have a good time?" Hezhou said in a muffled voice.
He kept pushing people forward with his words but never let go with his hands, and he always felt that the other party couldn't leave him.
Thinking about it now, my heart is still bubbling.
He is not a generous person. He wants to tear to pieces everything that stands between the two of them.
Or you could be a bit cowardly and lock up Xie Xunzhi, there will always be some love day and night.
Yes, until now, he still doesn't quite believe that Xie Xunzhi likes him.
Xie Xunzhi is always dull and mean, so maybe this is a way to keep him stable.
So it’s no big deal for him to take advantage now!
Xie Xunzhi's collar was wide open, and his neck and collarbone were covered in red. The person holding him still had no intention of stopping.
He reached out and pushed, and saw a pair of aggrieved eyes staring at him.
"Go away. I don't really want to keep you. I just hope that when you become a high-ranking official, you will think about these few days and don't kill a commoner like me." He said a series of sour words, but the strength of his hands did not decrease.
Xie Xunzhi smiled: "I am such a person in your heart? I am afraid that you will be with these three wives..."
A soft voice came from the window: "It's time for the master to leave."
"I see."
Xie Xunzhi clasped his fingers around the palm of his hand at his waist, lowered his head and kissed Hezhou's brow: "I'm leaving."
The strength in his body suddenly loosened. Hezhou fished out a bag of face-sized pancakes from the corner and stuffed them into his hand. "Here, these are baked by Grandma Chun. You'll love them. Be careful on the road."
"Didn't you tell me not to come?"
Hezhou glared at him, threw himself on the bed, and hid his head in the quilt: "Go away quickly, or I will regret it later."
Xie Xunzhi weighed the cake, feeling uncomfortable. He whispered, "I'll be back."
As long as there is a little loophole, he would like to tie Hezhou to his pants, but he has lost his memory and has an enemy who has been putting a bounty on him.
He sighed and turned away.
Hezhou quickly popped his head out when he heard the noise, staring at Xie Xunzhi's back until the window fell.
He spent the rest of the night leaning against the bed, staring at the corpse on the ground, and all the fear he had just felt disappeared.
He even thought in a self-destructive way that if a ghost came out to kill him, he would become a ghost and follow Xie Xunzhi.
But nothing happened that night, and the little glimmer of hope that Xie Xunzhi would come back was extinguished.
When the first bird called in the early morning, Hezhou was still groggy from having just fallen asleep.
He blinked his dry eyes and lay on the bed in an awkward position.
Before he could fall into a deep sleep, there was a knock on the door.
Xu Fei almost knocked the door down, but seeing no movement, he simply kicked it open with one leg and walked in.
In the room, "Xie Xunzhi" was placed beside the bed. Hezhou held his hand and leaned against the bed, looking very decadent.
The original wound was also wrapped with gauze and applied with crushed Chinese medicine, as if the person was still alive.
Logically speaking, there should be no smell in the house.
But Xu Feng pinched his nose unreasonably, and Hezhou ignored him for several words he said.
This is not an act. I didn't sleep all night. As soon as I fell asleep, I thought of Xie Xunzhi leaving, and my heart was filled with sorrow.
If a good person dreams of ghosts who died unjustly looking for him, how can he keep his spirits up?
He pinched his thigh and looked at Xu Feng in a daze: "What's wrong?"
"Should I go up the mountain to capture someone?" Xu Feng put his hands on his hips, waved one hand in front of his eyes, and laughed softly: "Is he still alive?"
He was a little disgusted: "Let him rest in peace. When will you bury him..."
Hezhou looked at him with drooping eyelids, like a bared-toothed dog: "Wait until I kill everyone on the mountain!"
"Okay! Let's go." Xu Feng pulled him out.
The way up the mountain was easier than they thought. The official road was still there, so they picked two unlucky guys to lead the way.
But the bandit camp was empty. They took everything they could and burned it all down.
Xu Feng completed his mission long ago, happily changed into his official uniform and left with his men.
They took away a lot of things from the mountain, leaving only Zhao An and the head chef.
Chun Juan pulled him aside with some uneasiness: "Why did you let them take him away?"
Hezhou rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "Remember to cry more realistically next time."
"Please don't let this happen again. I'm dying of suffocation." She clutched her chest and asked sadly, "Do we have to wait until Master Zhao passes away?"
"Um."
Chun Juan angrily threw two pieces of wood and said, "What a waste of time! By the way, sir! What if those bandits knew about this?"
She was still worried. News came one after another that day. When she learned that Xie Xunzhi was missing and might have been kidnapped, her heart was beating in her throat.
If Miss Huang hadn't come to take a breath, he would have fainted on the ground.
"I can't go out, but I have to be careful of Miss Huang's tricks." Hezhou picked a young radish, cut it open and took it out to eat.
Anyone who could have said something would have been locked up in the dungeon long ago.
Zhao An was sitting under a tree, reading a book happily. A carrot blocked the view of the book. He took it and rubbed it on his clothes.
"Why don't you wash it clean before giving it to me?"
"Lazy!" Hezhou sat down beside him and took a bite of the radish in his hand: "When will Lord Zhao leave?"
"Oh, I dreamed that Lord He was flying high, and I thought of staying here to see what happens. After all, I spent so much silver, but why can't I hear any sound?" His tone was slightly sarcastic.
The radish peel was slightly spicy. Zhao An took two breaths and pointed to the kitchen: "Don't let the girl work, go help!"
When Chef Luo received the news, he hurried over.
"Master Zhao, is your dream so blessed?"
"When are you going to bury him? It's time to smell something." Zhao An snorted coldly, "You can fool others, but you can't fool me. How can that body be Xie Xunzhi?"
"Tomorrow...is a good day."
The air between them froze for a moment.
Hezhou forced an ugly smile: "I hope that's not the case. I also hope that these tears are in vain..."
He stood up and stretched for a while: "Come on, can you help me out if you're okay?"
"You're ordering me around. Why didn't you have the courage to do that at first?" Zhao An laughed and stood up.
He Zhou had a deep smile in his eyes: "I can't follow your train of thought. Can you feel at ease without looking at me?"
"I don't have any special hobbies."
"Get out!" He felt like he was going to vomit out the food he had eaten yesterday.
The room was open to the wind. "Xie Xunzhi" was given new clothes and bandages and placed on a recliner nearby.
Zhao An stared at it for a long time, and suddenly a pen appeared in his hand: "What is this?"
"Help me fill in the names of the students who have passed the exam this time."
By the time they finished writing, Chef Luo had prepared the meal and called them out to eat.
Zhao An has a strong taste, and the rice he made is a little different from Xie Xun's. It has no fragrance at all. Not only that, I don't know if it's because he has been told too much.
Hezhou always felt a faint stench of corpse on his hands, and it was difficult for him to wash his hands more often because two pairs of eyes were staring at him.
After a few quick thoughts, he took the notice and posted it on the street. The yamen, police station, and the cultural and historical department had already cleaned it up.
Many people on the street were waiting for news and gathered around in an instant.
Xie Xunzhi had written down these people long ago and he memorized them.
While there were not many people around, he turned around and took a small path to escape. After taking a few steps, he saw Zhao An not far away.
He had been keeping his head down before and didn't pay attention to when someone appeared, but now that he could come out, he probably had an idea in his mind.
"How long have you been following me?"
Zhao An crossed his arms and said, "Not long ago, your left foot just stepped out of the door!"
"Oh, you've worked hard. You haven't eaten much, have you?"
"Ronaldinho left it for me." He smiled.
"Do you think I'm just a snack?" Hezhou said something sarcastically. It would be a lie to say he wasn't annoyed. Who would like to be stared at all the time, especially when they have something on their mind?
Zhao An touched his neck and smiled, lowering his eyebrows in a submissive manner.
Don't hit someone who smiles at you.
These days, Hezhou chose a good place far away to bury "Xie Xunzhi". The yamen has become much more lively. Many people who have just returned have not yet cleaned up their old houses, so they simply moved into the yamen.
Zhao An was still the same as before, not following closely, but always scolding him whenever they met. Hezhou had gotten used to it.
Hezhou was not in high spirits and assigned everything to its subordinates. They were researching wheat with good ingredients, but mass production was always a problem.
He would run to the fields whenever he had time, and saw the leeks growing fat and strong, but the question was whether they could be sold.
Almost half a month had passed, and Zhao An still got up as usual, followed him to the field, found a big tree, and lay under it to read.
Hezhou kept some of the good seeds for himself, distributed some to each family, and sowed them in the autumn.
He thought that life would go on like this, but one day he and Zhao An squatted by the field, each holding a piece of grass in their mouths, discussing who took away the piglet from Sister Zhang's house.
Chef Luo ran over with a letter and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhao An's face changed, he patted the dirt off his body and stood up.
"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me earlier that he'd gone back?" Zhao An's face was filled with anger. He had been living a dull life these days. "What else did you say?"
Chef Luo shrank his neck and handed over the letter: "They also said that you should go back early. The higher-ups have sealed off Manfeng County. I heard... Also, the adults said that you won't be paid for these days..."
"Damn it, I'm unlucky."
Hezhou glanced at him and said a few words, meaning that the emperor had been focusing on recuperation in recent years.
One county led the country in tax revenue growth and was summoned to the emperor to receive rewards.
He made up his mind almost instantly, and this time he was the one who stuck to Zhao An to ask for information.
Zhao An pointed at his chest and said angrily, "You are so unkind! I have been here with you for so long, and you ran away. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Who is it? The guy who stole Sister Zhang's piglets ran away?" He pretended to be confused and stopped the person: "Tell me what he said?"
"Fuck you!"
Zhao An walked quickly into the yamen. It was also his fault that he was greedy and always wanted to take the reward for himself. Even though he had the name on the reward, he still wanted to wait for Xu Feng to leave.
He led the horse and said, "I tell you, Hezhou, you owe me a favor! That Shaoqing has the same name as your precious child!"
Hezhou's mouth was almost smiling: "Don't be anxious, Lord Zhao! Let's eat and have a drink!"
"roll!"
He pulled Zhao An to stop him from getting on the horse: "Tell me?"
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