Chapter 57 Negotiations: Colder than the night wind, Wen Xuechi is like quenching ice...
Perhaps because Wen Xuechi's expression was too eye-catching, Lou Wanqiao couldn't help but glance sideways: "What's wrong with you?"
"No, no." Wen Xuechi pursed his lips, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
Lou Wanqiao nodded and led him up to the second floor. The room was simply furnished, with two beds placed against the wall and the window, respectively.
Oh, two beds...
"What are you disappointed about?" His expression was more distinct than before, and Lou Wanqiao could almost tell what he was thinking at a glance.
"Haha," Wen Xuechi laughed dryly, then lowered his head and touched his nose. "I'm not... disappointed? You must have seen it wrong. Climbing the mountain today is tiring, why don't we rest early?"
"Okay." Lou Wanqiao chose the bed by the window and lay down. Wen Xuechi hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved to the bedside. "Um, Qiao, tonight's medicine hasn't been changed yet... Also, I brought the pills with me. I need to get up and take them after the water is heated."
His exhortation reminded Lou Wanqiao of his mother, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He climbed up and extended his hand: "Then I'll leave it to you, Yan Gui."
"Well, leave it to me." Wen Xuechi held her hand, placed it in front of his eyes with great care, and changed the dressing for her carefully.
The red candle burning on the table reflected on the window, illuminating the shadows of two people approaching.
The wound on her hand hadn't hurt any longer, but the scar hadn't faded yet, and it would probably take a while. Lou Wanqiao didn't care. As long as the wound healed and didn't affect her knife grip, the rest wasn't important.
"Okay, let's go to sleep." She swallowed the medicine and the water in the cup, lay down on the bed, and pulled the quilt over herself.
"Good night, Qiao." Wen Xuechi blew out the candle by the window and was about to return to the bed on the other side when he suddenly stopped.
At the same time, Lou Wanqiao, who was lying down, opened his eyes silently in the dark.
There are other auras around.
Something is wrong.
As people with great martial arts skills, one has been wandering the world for several years, and the other has been struggling in the officialdom for a long time. Both of them have an almost intuitive sensitivity to this.
The breath of the person coming was extremely concealed, but as long as he was still breathing, one could always catch a hint of flaw from the slightest touch.
This was enough to alert the two of them.
Lou Wanqiao and Wen Xuechi exchanged glances, he nodded, and lay down beside her silently.
?
There was a hint of doubt in her eyes. Although she didn't understand, she still supported Wen Xuechi.
The enemy is in the dark, while I am in the light. The situation is not favorable for them now, but Wen Xuechi's presence still makes her feel very safe. If something difficult to deal with comes, at least there is someone to rely on.
In the silence, Lou Wanqiao silently grasped the handle of the Xiuchun sword beside him.
The aura was very faint, but Lou Wanqiao could sense the malice.
Who could it be, Li Lianhan or Li Yulan?
She had no way of knowing, but the most urgent task now was to resolve the problem. The long night, the wilderness, this was the best time to quietly resolve the trouble, it could be said that the time, the place and the people were all right.
Lou Wanqiao made a gesture and quietly leaned towards the window.
This place is really remote, and there are probably only two of them staying here today. Wen Xuechi couldn't understand why there would be an inn in such a place, but since Aqiao is so familiar with it, it makes sense.
Today was a good day, so if someone was so upset, there was no need to show any mercy. After all, he had already met with the elders, and Qiao had a wonderful day.
Well, now we should be able to go back to the next day.
He reached out and gently pressed on Lou Wanqiao's forearm, and when she turned her head, he slowly shook his head.
His eyes were brighter at night, like the bright moon reflected in the lake water. Just one glance from Lou Wanqiao seemed to understand the emotions in his eyes.
"Why bother with all that trouble?" He smiled. "Now that we've finally had our reward, there's no need to mess with them. If they want to get in the way now, let them know the disparity in strength and learn to be afraid."
Before Lou Wanqiao could figure out what he meant, the next moment she saw the window suddenly blown open by a strong wind, and Wen Xuechi's figure flashed past her.
...Wait, what flew out? ?
Is it so reckless and without regard for consequences?
Lou Wanqiao was stunned at first, still marveling at Wen Xuechi's audacity. The next second, his body automatically drew out a knife and flew out of the window after him.
...Oh, it seems that passion is contagious.
Although Lou Wanqiao used to fight with no regard for his life, he was still cautious in his strategy. He would always think twice before acting, and then fight all the way to the end until the perfect ending.
Wen Xuechi seems to be different from her in this respect. He has absolute confidence in his own strength. The sword in his hand is his best eye. Once it is unsheathed, it has an unstoppable force.
He swept through the darkness, his white robes draped across his body, his longsword swirling with wind blades. In a matter of seconds, he locked onto his target. The branches shook violently, and his black robes were hurled wildly. The biting wind felt like a knife slicing through iron chains, suffocating everyone. Even colder than the night wind were Wen Xuechi's eyes, as cold as ice.
His movements were swift and rapid. He came from above and swept the sword downward fiercely, causing the grass and trees to make a frightening rustling sound.
Suddenly, several more dark shadows appeared around. Knowing that their whereabouts had been exposed, they stopped disguising themselves and revealed their trump cards in a fight to the death.
Lou Wanqiao knew in her heart that these people were determined to kill her. Judging from their posture, they were determined not to return. However, Lou Wanqiao didn't understand why anyone would make such a futile effort, just hoping to sneak attack and see if they could kill her?
Wen Xuechi's moves were fierce and aggressive, but his sword skills seemed to flow smoothly. His white robe fluttered in the air, blending with the sword light. Although the moves looked very pleasing to the eye, they were like stirring up thousands of oceans when used.
He handled the battlefield quickly, and Lou Wanqiao barely had time to wait before he sheathed the sword in his hand. He was keen to help her deal with these troublesome matters, and Lou Wanqiao was happy to have some free time. He tiptoed back to her side: "Go back and rest, Qiao."
Lou Wanqiao didn't move. She waited for a while and then walked forward until she stopped in front of the man in black who was lying on the ground.
She squatted down and searched the ground with her fingers. Wen Xuechi followed her and looked curiously. It didn't take long for her to dig something out of the black-clothed man's body.
Wen Xuechi raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and took a closer look without any concern: "What is this?"
"Intelligence," she said succinctly. "Our informant has taken action."
"Hmm? Is this someone from Prince Duan's place?"
"No." Lou Wanqiao looked at her. Under the bright moonlight, her eyes were clear yet cold and emotionless. "It's Li Yulan's."
Wen Xuechi's eyes widened instantly.
"You were at his place, too...?"
"Well, I sensed he wasn't so obedient before, so I laid a few pieces in advance. I didn't expect they would actually be used now." Lou Wanqiao stood up with a sneer on his face. "If he could just stay in his place, these people would naturally be useless, and I would be happy to be at ease. If he insists on taking my life, I don't mind a confrontation with him."
Can you mobilize death squads while you're imprisoned? Interesting.
"It might be related to the poison in his body or something else. We need to thoroughly investigate his experiences in Jinguo over the years. I don't know why these clues are buried so deeply. If we want to find out, it will probably take some effort."
"As long as it happens, there will always be traces left. I'm afraid he won't take action." Wen Xuechi seemed to be thinking about it. "Leave this matter to me, but I have heard something recently."
"Um?"
"The Jin Kingdom heard about the civil unrest in Dali, and with Li Yulan having lost contact here, it seems there are some unusual movements."
"Jin Kingdom?... I understand. It's not a good idea to be watched covetously by others all the time. We should find an opportunity to eliminate external threats." Lou Wanqiao waved her hand, "Okay, tonight should be peaceful. Clean up and go back to sleep." She yawned and walked slowly towards the inn.
The next morning, the two men rode back to the city. As expected, several groups of people had already attempted to break into the prison. Fortunately, Lou Wanqiao had anticipated this and taken precautions.
However, this is not a long-term solution. Someone might want to fight to the death and move to another target. Even if Lou Wanqiao is careful, he has no way to protect Li Su tightly all day long.
We still have to find a way.
She stepped into the dungeon of the Dali Temple's mansion. The damp, dark environment, where no light could be seen year-round, added a layer of chill to the surroundings. From nowhere, the sound of dripping water, mixed with the thump of boots on the ground, was like a death rattle.
When Lou Wanqiao saw Li Yulan again, he was huddled in a corner, his arms tightly wrapped around himself, staring at the ground without blinking.
This look was indeed a bit strange. Lou Wanqiao looked at it carefully, became more cautious, and slowed down his pace.
The pupils of his eyes slowly moved upward, meeting her gaze in mid-air. In that instant, he seemed to be shaken by something, and suddenly rushed towards her, but was strangled by the iron chain mid-strike, and then he was suspended in the air in a strange posture, his upper body tilted forward.
Lou Wanqiao looked at him coldly without saying a word, staying at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, yet out of reach.
Many emotions suddenly surged out of those calm eyes: desire, panic, fear... It was the first time that Lou Wanqiao read so many things in a person's eyes.
Li Yulan was speechless. He couldn't even bite his tongue to commit suicide. The iron chains around him made it impossible for him to escape. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him every day. Although the breath was very faint, he could feel it.
She still stood there motionless, not even a hair moving, letting someone hold his jaw in place, and then just waiting for his next move.
“Azhao, Azhao!” Li Yulan’s voice rang out rapidly, hoarse and choked, like a fish stranded on the riverbank. “Azhao, save me, please save me… You are here to save me, right?”
Lou Wanqiao's expression gradually became complicated.
It seems that what Ying reported a few days ago was somewhat true.
She couldn't be sure whether Li Yulan was really unconscious or his disguise skills were too good. In short, his current condition was too unstable and Lou Wanqiao couldn't judge.
She pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Li Yulan, you're a very smart and capable person. I'll help you seize the Great Jin, and you'll give up the Great Li. If we succeed, we can become comrades and never fight again. How do you think?"
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