Arrive outside Li City.

Xie Luohe then said: "I, Xie Luohe, will never break my promise to you."

Zheng Xiu: "You mean..."

When the horse was being stored at the inn, Xieluohe jumped off the horse with a slight jump.

She skipped ahead, and in a relaxed and cheerful tone, she turned her back towards him and smiled: "Nerd, don't pretend to be stupid, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

The heaviness on Zheng Xiu's face seemed so incompatible with Xie Luohe's lightness at the moment.

Return to the inn.

An old doctor walked out of the inn sweating profusely.

The two of them were stunned when they saw this. As soon as they stepped into the inn, they heard Xie Yunliu's powerful howl.

"Grandma, is that guy named Lou dead? If he's not dead, I'll crawl over right now and give him two punches!"

Xie Yunliu's voice.

Chu Chengfeng only tried to dissuade him: "Thank you, don't move! The doctor said that you should not do strenuous activities! The eunuch from the secret factory is dead, very dead!"

"Chu, please don't fool me. When the doctor left, he clearly said that in his fifty years of medical practice, he had never seen anyone so injured and still shouting so loudly!"

"You didn't hear the second part of the sentence. Before the doctor left, he asked me to buy more delicious food. I'm afraid you might be back on your feet!"

"Go back to his grandma! Bring some wine! I'm very ferocious. I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight!"

The two looked at each other and smiled in front of the door.

This night.

Xie Yunliu was wrapped in gauze, and he and Chu Chengfeng drank sixteen jars of rice wine in the inn, hugging each other and crying bitterly.

Another person cried and said that this fame is like clouds and dung. It doesn't matter if you don't want it. It's better for brothers to drink wine and ask the sky;

The two even took advantage of their drunkenness to form a blood alliance and became brothers of the opposite sex.

Xie Yunliu felt that the two of them were not enough, so he insisted on dragging Wen Shishan along.

Zheng Xiu was in the room, listening to three drunkards, two men and one woman, banging the table and yelling:

"I, Xie Yunliu,"

"I, Chu Chengfeng,"

"Hiccup~ I, Wen Shishan, ah, ah, Wen Shishan... eh, eh, eh, brother Chu, please don't touch..."

"Ahem, the three of us!"

"The three of us!"

"The three of us!"

"Today we become brothers! We do not wish to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day! But we wish to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!"

"The sky is the witness, the sun and the moon are the same lessons!"

"Brother Wen, drink!"

"Fuck, Lao Xie, she is my mother-in-law!"

"What's wrong, mother-in-law? We are also brothers!"

Zheng Xiu was alone in the room.

The lights are dim.

With the window open and the moonlight shining through, Zheng Xiu looked at the two paintings.

If nothing unexpected happens, these should be the only two remaining pictures of the four seasons.

Lighting the brazier in the house, Zheng Xiu threw the two remaining pictures in the world into the brazier and watched calmly as the two four-season pictures gradually burned into ashes.

At this time.

In the quiet corridor of the inn, there was the sound of footsteps like a cat walking.

Puff puff.

Someone was walking barefoot outside.

This person first stopped in front of Xiao Tao's door, and then stopped in front of Xie Yunliu's door opposite. They each stopped for a while, rustling, as if they were doing something.

Finally, the cat's footsteps came to Zheng Xiu's door.

A thin shadow was cast on the paper window.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Zheng Xiu curled his lips and said to himself, Xie Luohe, Xie Luohe, with your strength, if you really want to walk in secret, can I still hear you?

Xie Luohe was wearing a black outfit, her feet were bare, and she was twisting uneasily on the floor. She had her hands behind her back, as if she was hiding something. Zheng Xiu squinted his eyes and looked at her, and Xie Luohe coughed twice: "Young Master

You have good hearing."

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you fussing about again?"

"What are you burning?"

Xie Luohe did not answer, but instead took a few steps closer, staring at the ashes in the brazier, and soon said in surprise: "You burned your grandfather's calligraphy treasure? Don't you feel bad?"

"What do you think?" Zheng Xiu rolled his eyes, thinking that you were asking questions knowingly. He is Zheng Xiu and not the real Gongsun Mo, so there is nothing to worry about if he is burned.

"Well burned." Xie Luohe narrowed his eyes like crescent moons and laughed happily: "The legend of Gong Nie's treasure house in the rivers and lakes is still there. The four seasons map will not be destroyed. There are always people who are unwilling to give up and want to use it to seek the illusory treasure house.

Burn it and it will be over, there will be less disputes in the world. By the way..."

Xie Luohe flicked his wrist and threw a letter into the brazier.

Zheng Xiu was stunned: "What are you burning?"

"I wanted to leave you a letter." Xie Luohe blinked.

Zheng Xiu watched helplessly as Xie Luohe's letter was burned to ashes in the brazier. Xie Luohe stretched out his other hand from behind and revealed the "thing" he had hidden behind him when he entered.

It's a pair of brightly sharpened scissors.

When Zheng Xiu saw it, his eyes twitched, he took a breath, took two steps back, got close to the window sill, quickly glanced at the height of the jump, and said warily: "What do you want to do?"

"Click."

Xieluohe cut into the air.

Zheng Xiu crossed his legs.

The next second, Xie Luohe stretched the scissors to the back of his head and cut off a bunch of long hair.

"Here, give me your pen."

"Ah?" Zheng Xiu didn't react for a moment.

"Luohe pen." Xie Luohe stretched out his palm toward Zheng Xiu. The white palm was dazzlingly white under the moonlight.

Zheng Xiu obediently handed over the half-broken Luohe pen in the corner.

Xie Luohe sat by the bed, carefully trimmed her long hair into bunches, and carefully tied a bunch of hair to the tip of the pen.

Xie Luohe was very careful during the whole process, as if he was holding a rare treasure.

She spent half an hour doing this.

Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe's profile as if it was the first day he met her.

Finally, Xie Luohe bit his finger and a drop of blood dripped on the tip of the pen.

The faint blood on the tip of the pen flashed away.

"alright."

Xie Luohe handed the "repaired" Luohe pen back to Zheng Xiu's hand and said with a smile: "Don't break it again in the future, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."

"You..." Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe in surprise.

"Shush!" Xie Luohe raised his index finger to his mouth, shushed, and interrupted Zheng Xiu: "Don't wake them up, especially Xiaotao. If she wakes up, she will definitely cry non-stop and make no noise."

"You, since you have studied, you should study hard, gain fame, and become a good official. Don't be like Mr. Nie from the previous dynasty. He was greedy all his life and ended up with a bad name. He didn't enjoy the treasure he worked so hard to hide.

Dig it clean."

"In the future, if you are bullied, please give me Xie Luohe's name. If that doesn't work, go to Yunhe Village to find my brother. He will definitely help you."

Xie Luohe blinked, his eyes were slightly moist, and his smile became happier and happier: "If you really wake up from your dream, if you really are Zheng Xiu, the richest man in two hundred years, and I am no longer Xie Luohe, that would be better. Just right, just right, just right

, it’s okay to wake up from the dream.”

"That's fine."

After Xie Luohe said that, he jumped out of the window, swayed, and disappeared from Zheng Xiu's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Thanks……"

In the dark night, a lonely shadow could be vaguely seen running towards the city gate.
To be continued...