Chapter 209

He Chunhua naturally agreed readily, "A small matter."

The two then chatted about the current situation.

He Lingchuan stood on the side, drinking tea, eating snacks, and being an onlooker. This Marquis of Songyang had bright eyes and white teeth, and a proper appearance; no matter who she looked at, she always gave the other person the feeling of a spring breeze blowing on their face.

He Yue was looked at by her in this way and couldn't lift his head.

She was at most in her twenties, but her gracefulness revealed a grand atmosphere, and when she discussed state affairs with He Chunhua, she actually had very insightful views, and some political theories coincided.

He Chunhua had great ambitions, but rarely had the opportunity to speak freely with outsiders, and this conversation exceeded the time, accidentally talking for more than half an hour.

Lady Ying coughed to signal him several times before He Chunhua cut off the conversation, still feeling unfulfilled.

At this time, the Marquis of Songyang was saying, "I heard that the demon puppet master Dong Rui is vengeful; this person suffered a loss under your father and son, and likely won't let it go."

"Thanks for the reminder." He Chunhua smiled bitterly, "I don't know who thinks so highly of me to buy a killer with heavy money."

"It's either Nian Zanli or Dong Haoming; the former has a grudge against you for killing his son, and the latter had his good deed of seizing the divine artifact ruined by you; and no matter which one it is, killing you will help weaken the power of the Royal Court."

"Or perhaps it's the remnants of Sun Fuping's side?"

The Marquis of Songyang shook her head, "Sun Fuping's power has been eradicated cleanly, basically can be excluded."

He Lingchuan interjected, "I thought his students and old acquaintances were all over the capital."

"Sun Fuping has students and old acquaintances, but when he became the National Master, he had to deliberately alienate them, and the Censorate would focus on monitoring them. This is one of the most basic national policies; whenever the National Master has private dealings with high officials, the high officials will be severely punished."

He Lingchuan shrugged, "Yes, so he hooked up with the Grand Marshal."

Wasn't the national policy also a mere formality? "Sun Fuping has no children, and after he died, there were no direct descendants to avenge him." The Marquis of Songyang smiled, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; Young Master is overthinking."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and yawned.

It was indeed very late, and He Chunhua saw the opportunity to stand up and say goodbye, then said, "Since the Marquis is also going north, why not go with my army."

The Marquis of Songyang agreed immediately, "That would be great; with the support army escorting, the journey will be worry-free."

The group walked out of the courtyard, and He Chunhua looked back at it again before returning to the village house.

The village houses had already been allocated, basically given to the generals, and Lady Ying specially allocated two rooms for the old and young to use.

The He family walked into the house, where the fire basin was also burning charcoal, warm and cozy.

Looking around and seeing no idle people, Lady Ying said with a straight face, "In the wilderness, in a village that was just massacred, the Marquis of Songyang could suddenly come for an 'encounter'! This woman has ulterior motives, we must not fail to guard against her!"

She looked at the Marquis of Songyang, and no matter how she looked, she felt something was wrong.

He Chunhua found it funny, "If she had intentions to calculate, why choose such a place, adding to our vigilance in vain?"

Lady Ying glared at him, and then glared at the two sons.

He Yue received his mother's resentment, blinked, and didn't want to get involved. However, Lady Ying directly named him, "Yue'er, what do you think?"

He Yue had no choice but to cough lightly, "Father, the master blacksmith Li Fubo once came to ask about Sun Fuping's relics, which must have been instructed by the Marquis of Songyang. This 'Marquis' and Sun Fuping still have some connection; before figuring it out, it's better not to get too close."

He Chunhua listened to this sentence and thought for a moment, "What you said makes sense."

Lady Ying gave her second son an approving look.

He Lingchuan, however, tapped the table lightly, "The Marquis of Songyang is actually a woman, why have you never mentioned it?"

People called her Marquis, and usually everyone called her "Marquis" and "Marquis"; it was strange that he could associate this with being a woman!

He Yue was surprised, "Brother, you didn't know?"

"Where would I know?" He Lingchuan said irritably, "Am I the only one living in a remote small town with blocked information?"

"The Marquis of Songyang's surname is Li, her name is Qingge, and her title is hereditary, but there is only one Marquis in the current dynasty who is a woman, and I have heard the village women in Heishui City talk about it with relish." He Yue felt strange instead, "Brother, you like digging up gossip so much, how could you not know this?"

He Lingchuan pointed to everyone in front of him, "So, you all knew?"

All the He family members except him nodded, with a look of "it goes without saying."

The steward, Old Mo, who was waiting on the side, also nodded with a smile.

So Li Fubo didn't mention it, Sun Hongye didn't mention it, and even the gossipy Liu Bangban from Shihan City didn't mention it, just because this was a fact known to everyone? He Lingchuan stretched, feeling exhausted in body and mind, "What about dinner? I'm hungry!"

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No dreams all night.

He Lingchuan kept thinking about the aftermath of the battle, but unfortunately, he couldn't dream back to Panlongcheng; perhaps the broken blade was considerate of him being too tired from the dream the night before.

After getting up, he found that He Yue, this kid, hadn't woken up, and his face was flushed red, and he was muttering words in his mouth.

He Lingchuan leaned over to listen more carefully, but He Yue suddenly opened his eyes and let out an "ah" scream at him.

Both of them were startled, and even the guards outside the door rushed in.

He Lingchuan picked his ears, "What are you screaming for, I was almost deafened by you." Magic sound piercing the brain.

He Yue's face was very red, and he didn't look at him, "I, I... I was just sleeping, why did you lean over?"

"I heard you say 'good, good', and then say 'slower'." He Lingchuan was composed, "What exactly is good and needs to be slower?"

"Uh." He Yue looked down, suddenly jumped up and ran out, "I need to pee!"

"There's a bucket in the back."

He didn't know if He Yue heard it or not, anyway, he threw on an outer garment and ran away in a flash.

The snow had stopped, but the morning outside was exceptionally cold. He Lingchuan clicked his tongue twice; young people just had a lot of fire.

He suddenly had a not-so-wonderful discovery:

Ever since he got the broken blade, his dreams had only been about Panlongcheng, or he would sleep soundly without dreaming at all.

The only exception was dreaming of the Immortal Cave, but that was also related to the divine bone, and from a side perspective, it was also related to Panlongcheng.

In other words, he had lost the ability to visit other dreams.

Could it be that his dreams for the rest of his life could only be related to Panlongcheng? That would be too boring.

He was still young and still imagined doing some energetic, sweaty, blood-boiling, floating-to-immortality... youthful beautiful dreams like He Yue.

"Brother, let's make a deal." He Lingchuan patted the broken blade, "How about letting me have other dreams occasionally?"

The broken blade naturally wouldn't have any reaction.

But He Lingchuan was sure it had heard.

The dead villagers had been buried, and He Chunhua even lit a stick of incense for them and recited a prayer before the team set off.

"In this world, only human life is worthless." The Marquis of Songyang, Li Qingge, also put her hands together, "Master He is truly kind."

At this time, the little sable on Wu Shaoyi's shoulder squeaked twice, and Wu Shaoyi said to everyone in a low voice, "My sable says the crows on the branches have been staring at us, and there is a very strong smell of human blood on them."

He Chunhua looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw nearly a hundred crows perched on the big tree next to the grave pit, staring down at everyone from a high position.

Crows were also common birds in winter, and the support army had seen countless of them along the way, so they subconsciously ignored them.

But after Wu Shaoyi's reminder, everyone felt something was wrong:

When did the crows become so quiet? And there were more than a dozen of them whose size exceeded their peers, almost catching up to vultures. Their eyes staring at humans were strange, just like staring at dead meat.

But the two wolf demons on the ground were also staring at them, licking their lips the whole time.

He Chunhua said slowly, "The beaks of these things are very sharp, don't they look like crane-beak pens?"

The more he looked, the more they looked like it.

He Lingchuan grabbed the Ghost Eye Bow from his storage ring, wanting to give these crows a taste of his power.

But before he could nock an arrow, the crow flock seemed to know the danger, "cawing" loudly and flapping their wings to rise, flying toward the back mountain in a sky-covering manner.

Only shaking the big tree to drop snow.

He patted the snowflakes on his body helplessly, "The Emperor's Flowing Pulp not long ago was clearly small in quantity and poor in quality, how could it still catalyze so many monsters?"

He Chunhua looked solemn, "Chaotic times produce monsters, peaceful times have few demons."

Li Qingge looked at him and said, "Then how can there be peace?"

He Chunhua shook his head; this was the answer that countless strong people were groping for? Instead, He Lingchuan smiled, "Probably waiting for a peerless hero."

Although this group of man-eating crows was hateful, people couldn't catch up with birds, especially in broad daylight. So He Chunhua and Li Qingge both gave up the plan, packed up the camp, and set off on the road.

The murderer was at large, and reality was always so helpless. The so-called net of heaven is vast, but it is just a self-deceiving word of the world.

How many newborn monsters were running around on the land of Yuan, and how much could their six hundred people interfere? The staff member Mo Zhejingxuan could only comfort the angry Lady Ying, "Monsters with initial intelligence always have a period of confusion; after a while, they will stop." Most of them would stop, otherwise, human armies would soon teach them how to be monsters properly; after all, this was still Great Yuan's territory.

But He Lingchuan understood that this referred to "normal circumstances"; now Great Yuan was overwhelmed by fighting on two fronts, and did it still have the energy to eradicate these "scabies" on its territory? So He Chunhua would sigh that chaotic times produce monsters.

Some diseases, if not removed, will eventually develop into stubborn diseases that invade bones and rot marrow.

When the support army left, the crow flock flew in the sky and followed for more than ten miles, cawing and yelling the whole time, both mocking and provoking, exceptionally arrogant. A few of them even tried to fly over everyone's heads to poop, scaring Lady Ying into a scream.

Zhao Qinghe and Zeng Feixiong suddenly ordered to draw bows, and the support army shot arrows together.

The rain of arrows went up to the sky, shooting down more than ten crows on the spot.

These ghost things, if you don't give them a taste of power, they will climb on your nose and face.

The crow flock was frightened and flapped their wings to rise. Everyone shot another round, and shot down four or five more. The two giant wolves rushed out and brought them back to the carriage one by one; lunch was had, and there were toys too.

After suffering this bitterness, the crows knew that the group of people in front of them was different from ordinary villagers and could not be offended at all, only then did they turn around and leave dejectedly.

It was snowing in the sky again.

Tomorrow (10.1) I'm going out for the festival, the update is adjusted to tomorrow afternoon around 3 o'clock, everyone tell each other.

(End of chapter)