The glow of the morning sun sprinkled on Xiuxiu's face, tracing a circle of gold on her black hair, and there were a few crystal dewdrops on the tips of her hair, reflecting the clear and almost transparent skin shrouded in the glow, exuding an inexplicable brilliance.

Xiuxiu's slightly narrowed eyes contained two teardrops, and the corners of her mouth were a little stubborn, but her expression was a little panicked, and she didn't know what kind of dream she had.

Xu Ping sat on the stone, sat next to Xiuxiu, watching her fall asleep, time seemed to go back to a few years ago, the little girl from the shepherd's house sat on the steps in front of her door, holding her little burden in fear, and just like this with the dew to meet the morning glow.

Xiuxiu suddenly woke up, only to find that she was covered with Xu Ping's clothes, and she grabbed it in her hand and looked at Xu Ping helplessly.

Xu Ping said softly: "I'm afraid that you will catch a cold while sleeping here, so it will not be good to wake you up." ”

Xiuxiu lowered her head and whispered, "Official, do you blame me?" I ran out alone, and I made everyone unhappy, and the officials had to be talked about. ”

Xu Ping smiled: "It's okay if you're okay." ”

Xiuxiu stood up, pursed her lips, and gently twisted her feet into the small puddle on the stone.

Xu Ping found out that Xiuxiu had also grown up, and her body began to grow up, and she looked like a little girl, no longer the little girl who didn't know anything before.

"Oops," Xiuxiu remembered something, looking at the shack not far away, "Did Huang Conggui catch it?" ”

"Catch it, Gao Daquan and Tan Hu have already brought people over there, let's go back together."

Xiuxiu nodded, got down from the stone, put the clothes in her hand on Xu Ping's body, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, official, Xiuxiu remembers that you are good to me." ”

Xu Ping touched Xiuxiu's head and sighed: "Xiuxiu, you are really like a god this time, a little girl, you have been with this thief for three days and three nights and you haven't been discovered by him, and no one believes you when you say it." No matter how evil Huang Conggui is, the officials have a way to bring him to justice, don't do such stupid things in the future. Remember, God will open your eyes to help you once, don't leave anything to chance, and dare to be bold next time. ”

"Xiuxiu remembered."

Xiuxiu said, followed behind Xu Ping, and walked to Gao Daquan and Tan Hu and the others not far away.

The sun climbed up from behind the mountain, looking down on the world in a thousand rays of light, releasing a warm glow.

Xiuxiu looked at the sun, lowered her head and sighed secretly: "In the past few years since I came to Lingnan, it really seems like I had a big dream. The sun came out, I woke up from my dream, and I don't know when I will be able to return to the Central Plains. ”

Lifting the Si Yamen, Xu sat quietly on the chair thinking about his thoughts. Xiuxiu got it back, and she had to put her energy on the current serious things.

Hundreds of cavalry were dispatched in every place, and there was no major chaos, and the criminals who should be taken had already been taken and were being relieved to Taiping County. Even the most worried about Luzhou before did not have an accident, it was not a place with one family and one surname, and if one was removed, another family would naturally come up.

Gao Daquan came in from outside, handed the paper in his hand to Xu Ping, and said, "Official, Huang Conggui has confessed all of them, this is his confession of falling into the flowers." ”

Xu Ping took it in his hand and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning. Since there was a rumor that Xu Ping was going to practice the Ding method in the Zuojiang Dao area, Huang Conggui got on the line with Jiatong on the Jiaozhi side, not only went there in person, but also left all his net worth and cronies there. These are trivial matters, but the key is that Ah Shen, who was kidnapped by Huang Conggui, is also in Jiatong, which is tricky, and I don't know how to explain it to Duan Fang. Over the years, Duan Fang has also moved to several places with himself, but even this little thing can't help him, and Xu Ping always feels that he owes him something.

Seeing that Xu Ping was silent, Gao Daquan said: "Official, since Huang Conggui has confessed all of them, it is useless to keep his cheap life, it is better to leave it to me-"

Speaking of this, Gao Daquan's eyes sharpened.

Xu Ping thought for a moment and shook his head: "Let's let him live one more night, tomorrow we will prepare a three-animal sacrifice, go to Liu Xiaomei's grave and then kill him, and comfort Liu Xiaomei's spirit in the sky." ”

Gao Daquan was full of hatred in his heart at this time, but he forgot about this section, and when he heard Xu Ping talk about it, it was exactly what he wanted, and he hurriedly agreed.

At night, the cold wind that had been delayed for a long time finally arrived in Taiping County, whistling and blowing across the earth, and the whole world was suddenly depressed, and the grass and trees withered, and the dew turned into frost.

Gao Daquan sat in the dark night, holding a steel knife in his hand, listening to the cold wind howling, letting the cold wind blow across his cold face, blowing his clothes and hunting, motionless.

The door behind him was wide open, and on the ground in the room was Huang Conggui, who was already dying, and only his last breath was left to hang there, comforting the dead Liu Xiaomei tomorrow.

Because of the rebellion and collusion with foreign countries, Huang Conggui was not put in a cell in Taiping County, and was mentioned by Xu Ping to the Yamen of the Lifting Division, and was directly sentenced to death.

He escaped again and again, where can Gao Daquan still put his mind at ease, and he got the assurance from Xu Ping, so he personally stayed here, never leaving a step, and kept watching him die.

There was no moon in the sky, and the stars were blocked by clouds drifting in the wind, and only in twos and threes emerged from the gaps in the clouds, looking at the world with trembling.

Gao Daquan looked at the dark night in front of him, and recalled the bits and pieces with Liu Xiaomei, the girl in the bamboo basket who yearned for life infinitely, the elf in the big mountain stream, the person who loved to sing with ingenuity, and the infinite regret on his face at the last moment.

You can't stay together in this life, can you really wait for another life? Who can know which one is themselves and which one is her in the other life? Even if you can meet in the vast sea of people, how can you remember the oath of your previous life?

In the cold wind that broke through the grass and trees in December, tears flowed down the face of the tall Daquan who sat silently.

On the fifth day of the twelfth month of the ninth year of the Heavenly Sage, on the fifth day after the Great Cold Solar Term passed, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the ground was covered with hoarfrost, and the cold wind blowing from the north was rolling dead leaves against the ground, all indicating that winter was coming.

Xu Ping took Gao Daquan and Tan Hu out of the Yamen of the Lifting Division early in the morning, a few soldiers behind him carrying incense and candle offerings, a few people carrying three animals, and two people carrying Huang Conggui, who was half dead, all the way to the bank of the Zuojiang River.

The Zuojiang water in the cold wind is not as unrestrained as it used to be, it is much more solemn and clear.

The sun had just risen, and the hoarfrost on the grass by the roadside had not yet melted, making a creaking sound under the feet. Everyone remained silent, and the atmosphere seemed a little solemn.

After going down the hill and seeing the big tree, Liu Xiaomei's grave arrived. The cold wind devastated the night, and the grass and trees in the valley withered, and they were black, and there was hoarfrost, and there was not a single cheerful shadow in the heavens and the earth.

When they arrived at the tomb, the soldiers set down the incense table and lit the incense candles, and Xu Ping led everyone to worship.

Gao Daquan lifted Huang Conggui, who was paralyzed on the ground, and carried him to the tomb, praying secretly in his heart: "Little sister, the person who killed you has been arrested, I don't know if you can see it." Today I slaughtered this man at your grave, and comforted you with his blood in the spirit of heaven, and I hope that you will be well there! ”

After praying, Gao Daquan turned over his hand and took out a sharp knife to untie his wrist, grabbed Huang Conggui's hair, and made him puff out his chest, revealing the position of his heart.

Huang Conggui had already woken up, his teeth had already been knocked out, and he couldn't speak, only a pair of eyes full of horror. At this moment, I don't know if he has regretted it in his heart.

Gao Daquan gritted his teeth and stabbed Huang Conggui's heart, and the blood spilled was sprinkled on the ground in front of the offering table.

Xu Ping looked at it and shook his head and sighed, and today he gave Liu Xiaomei a preliminary explanation, but when Huang Shimi, who participated, and a few people did not know where to go, it was just rumored that they had arrived in Guangyuan Prefecture, but there was no definite evidence. Now Guangyuan Prefecture and Jiaozhi are at war, and they don't know what the outcome will be, so they have to wait for them to split the victory and defeat before thinking of a way.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a little incense by the Zuojiang River not far from Liu Xiaomei's tomb, and I was curious for a while, and I walked over.

On a big stone on the shore, I don't know when someone set up a small shrine, and there was a tablet in it, and when I got closer, I found that it was Liu Xiaomei's god card.

There are traces of burned incense and candles outside the shrine, and I don't know who came here to pay respects, and why they didn't go to the tomb and set up a god card here.

The place where the saint is buried is called Lin, the emperor is called the tomb, the prince is the tomb, and ordinary people can only call the tomb, and there is still a etiquette system in this era, even if it is buried in the soil after death, it is also a strict hierarchy. Liu Xiaomei's burial place was chosen by Gao Daquan, and he buried it with his own hands, he didn't care what etiquette or not, everything was according to his own mind, so there are many places in this tomb that exceed the specifications. Xu Ping was also moved by Liu Xiaomei's last words when she died, and didn't pay attention to it, but she didn't expect that someone would worship her as a god a few months later.

After watching for a while, Xu Ping bowed his head and came back, seeing that Gao Daquan took Huang Conggui's head and put it on the offering table, he lowered his head and didn't know what to say, so he turned his head to look at the scenery on the river.

When the wind blows, there are no fewer boats on the river, and it is when the wind goes upstream, from time to time a boat comes up from the downstream by the wind and waves and sails to the upper reaches of the Zuojiang River.

The boat that went down the river did not dare to set sail, and it seemed a little slow to drift with the river.

A small boat that had come down from the upper reaches the vicinity, but for some reason it stopped at the shore, and an old shipwright got out of the boat, carried incense and candles to the small shrine in the stone, and respectfully burned it.

Xu Ping felt strange and asked a soldier to go over and ask, he was wearing an official uniform, but it was not easy to pass, and many honest people at the bottom were speechless when they saw the official.

After a while, the soldiers came back and said to Xu Ping: "Official, the little one asked the old captain, and he said that this is a newly emerging custom of the people who sail on the Zuojiang River recently. The water in this area is turbulent and there are many shoals, but as long as you come here to worship, you can go to Taiping County smoothly. The boaters in this area, especially those coming down from upstream, come to this shrine and make some incense and candles. ”

Xu Pingchu felt a little funny when he heard it, he never believed in these Shinto things, but he would not restrict others from believing them. After thinking about it, I realized something else.

Liu Xiaomei died in Zuojiang, and most of the people around her already knew that the earliest Kuo Ding method also came from her last wish before her death, maybe it was because of this that someone would come to pay tribute.

The saint Shinto teaches and really cares if there is a god to protect the world? Maybe it's more like setting up a model for later generations and setting an example to advise the people, right? In this sense, Liu Xiaomei can also afford incense.

At the end of the ninth year of Tiansheng, Xu Ping replaced the small shrine by the left river with a small temple, and wrote a plaque of "Deze Qianqiu" and hung it.

Due to Xu Ping's identity, this is just a small deity in the Zuojiang region, and only those who sail on the Zuojiang River will go to worship. But who knows that in time, Liu Xiaomei will not become a god who protects this land.