Chapter 129 Amnesty to the world, Xiao Leng! Next

All sentient beings in the city celebrate the recovery of the country. A carriage outside the city walked slowly. In the carriage, Du Qingyan raised the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the city. Outside the carriage, Song Yi and Zhan Peng drove the carriage and talked about men.

The outline of the city has faded further and farther away in the reachable view, and occasionally people entering the city can be seen on the flat official road. The bearer is Li Min near the city to sell goods, and the horse is the well-dressed man. If there is a long row of carriages passing by, it is a caravan from somewhere rushing to Luoyang to sell goods...

Because the weather was getting colder, Song Yi changed his thicker clothes before leaving the city. Because of the property that Zhao Rui, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, insisted on rewarding, and under the selection of Qingyan, Song Yi's clothes at this moment were like the dress of a rich man.

Purple satin brocade clothes, a long hair with a jade hairband, hanging casually behind the shoulders, coupled with Song Yi's original handsome and unruly appearance, I don't know how many people's eyes attracted on the way. Du Qingyan, who sat alone in the carriage, was more and more happy in his heart. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were inadvertently full of strong feelings, and his beautiful face looked tender and charming.

After a slow day, after resting for a night in a county, the next day, when Song Yi and his party set out from the inn, they met a team of caravans pressing the fur goods from the north to the south of the Yangtze River.

Because there was a similar journey along the way, the boss in the caravan was a chubby middle-aged man. When he lifted the curtain, he saw Song Yi chatting with the driver outside the carriage. At that time, he was slightly puzzled. At noon that day, the two people were eating together in a restaurant in a small town. The boss kindly invited Song Yi to the master's seat of the caravan to his deskmate.

The businessman who is the most important thing about friendship and interests, and his vision is an indispensable talent for businessmen. Song Yi is not a twisted figure. At present, he takes Qingyan and Zhan Peng to move to the table with the fat middle-aged businessman.

After a Jianghu opening remarks, Song Yi introduced the identities and destinations of several people on his side, and the fat businessman also said their itinerary.

Probably this caravan is a businessman who travels north and south all year round. The fat businessman is Zhou Qincheng, who claims to be a person from Yangzhou, Jiangnan Province. Because his family runs a cloth and tea business, there are more opportunities to walk around the north and south. Tea from the south and some simple porcelain are brought to the towns in the north for sale; on the way back, they buy fur and other things from the north and bring them back to the south for sale. Business, there is business between flows...

Although Zhou Qincheng is a businessman, he likes to make friends, and his vision and means are very smooth, so he can walk out of his own route on the north-south route. I heard that he has a bit of a fortune in Yangzhou.

Song Yi also saw that this population was talented. It was just a trivial matter of ordinary life, and he could even make Qingyan smile several times with a vivid expression. After a meal, Zhou Qincheng had already quietly ordered the housekeeper of the caravan to settle the bill, and refused to accept Song Yi's money.

After refusing, it was difficult for Song Yi not to become friends with such a person. On the contrary, Zhan Peng, who had always had few words, seemed to be very interested in the business things that Zhou Qincheng talked about. Between the dinner banquets, he took the initiative to ask about business matters several times. Zhou Qincheng did not refuse to talk because he thought Zhan Peng was a driver, but talked about his business skills quickly...

After a happy meal, the two sides took a little rest and replenishment and then went back on the road. Song Yi and others naturally became short-term friends with this enthusiastic fat businessman. Because of the boredom along the way, Zhou Qincheng actually lowered his body and sat outside the carriage like Song Yi. He walked forward and talked and smiled with Song Yi Zhanpeng.

There was talk and laughter along the way for half a day. In a blink of an eye, the west mountain was thin, and the dusk fell. The earth was golden. When the coolness was getting stronger, Zhou Qincheng seemed to be unbearable and went back into the carriage. Song Yi also took the opportunity to get back into the carriage to talk with Du Qingyan.

Suddenly, Zhan Peng shouted softly, and the carriage suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Did you get to the place?" Song Yi asked through the curtain, but did not get a reply from Zhan Peng.

Song Yi suspiciously lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw Zhan Peng staring at a pavilion on the side of the road in the distance, and his body was straight. Song Yi looked in the direction. Under the hazy dusk, a white-haired man sitting on a chair outside the pavilion looked at this side indifferently, and the woman in the pavilion was Song Yi's most familiar autumn night.

Unexpectedly, he met here. Song Yi was slightly stunned. Du Qingyan also looked at the master in the pavilion through the raised car curtain at this moment. With an excited expression, he remembered to get out of the carriage, but Song Yi turned his head and held her body and shook his head, indicating that she could not go down.

Du Qingyan then noticed that the white-haired man turned out to be Xiao Leng...

It seemed that he paid attention to the strangeness of the carriage. A man in the largest carriage carriage in the caravan that followed the rear raised the curtain and asked Song Yi and Zhan Peng enthusiastically, "Brother Song is in trouble? If you have something to say, it's not too big. Brother can make a effort!"

Song Yi heard the conservatism in Zhou Qincheng's words, but when he saw the sincere look on his face, he still shook his head and bowed his hand to thank him and said, "Brother Zhou is bothered. He is an old friend... You go first, and Song Yi will be able to keep up later. We have an appointment to treat me when we arrive in Bianzhou..."

"I got it..." When Zhou Qincheng heard Song Yi's answer, he learned the accent of the northerners and jokingly raised his tone, and then put down the curtain and ordered the caravan to move forward as usual.

In fact, if Zhou Qincheng is not really born warm-hearted, but because of his vicious vision, he naturally opens this scene at a glance. There must be some stories. At this time, he also knew that Song Yi would definitely not let himself participate in this matter, so he appeared in order to leave Song Yi so A good impression. The so-called businessman must please others in details, and finally double it back from others where they need it...

Zhou Qincheng lay in the carriage half as soft as a mattress with his legs crossed, humming the northern tune softly. There was a beautiful woman with loose clothes lying on the blanket in the carriage. At this moment, she was kneading her slender, white and tender fingers on Zhou Qincheng's fat thighs, and his eyes were ambiguous and confused. However, Zhou Qincheng did not seem to be moved by the beauty in front of him. He hummed his little song by himself, but he estimated that when he passed by the pavilion, he gently raised the curtain and glanced at the men and women inside and outside the pavilion, and then the carriage went away...

When the Zhou family caravan went out for a while, Song Yicai, following Zhan Peng, quietly held a flying knife in his hand and approached the pavilion.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, like three autumns. It's Xiao's cold eyes and ignorance, and the kindness and resentment of the past. I hope that Mr. Song will forget the past kindness and resentment for the sake of the destruction of Xiao's country. Xiao said with a cold smile, and the white hair fell into the eyes of others, which was particularly dazzling.

"Since you have escaped from Luoyang City, you should naturally know that the general trend has gone. How can you wait for me halfway? Is it just to say this? I don't believe it..." Song Yi said with a sneer.

Xiao Leng didn't seem to be angry. He just smiled at himself and then said, "I want to apologize for the sins I committed against you, Qingyan, and Zhan Peng, and because Xiao will go to Liao with Ye Yin... Let Ye Yin and Qing Yan meet for the last time!"

Song Yi was slightly stunned and looked at Qiu Yeyin in plain clothes in the pavilion. Seeing that there was a embarrassment on her face, Song Yi couldn't help sighing in his heart. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yeyin was cheated so badly by Xiao Leng. In the end, he not only saved him but also was willing to accompany him away from other countries... This obsession really makes people laugh and cry!

"In this case, it's okay for me to ask Qingyan to accompany Dr. Qiu to say a few words. As for you and me, in fact, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. Even if I want to kill you at this moment, I have to gritted my teeth and watch you live on the face of Dr. Qiu, but if you can really treat Dr. Qiu well from now on and live a plain life, Song Yi will have to bless Dr. Qiu..." Song Yi said lightly, and then turned around and walked towards the carriage.

Zhan Peng and his former master face each other, but there is hatred between them in one arm. Xiao Leng looked sincere, but what was okay was that Zhan Peng was gloomy and expressionless.

"Zhan Peng..."

"Needless to say, Zhan and your kindness was over as long as when his arm fell. This is also the last time I don't kill you in front of Dr. Qiu. In this life, if there is a next meeting, Zhan will definitely take your life... Also, where is my eldest brother? Zhan Peng said with a cold face.

"Zhan Xiao... After releasing Ye Yin that day, he was worried that things would affect him, so he had left the city in advance. As for where he went, Xiao Leng naturally didn't know..." Xiao Leng smiled bitterly, and the cool wind brushed his white hair, making him look particularly cold...

After Song Yi took Du Qingyan to the pavilion to meet Qiu Yeyin, Du Qingyan's eyes turned red on the spot, and then rushed into Qiu Yeyin's arms. Song Yi left time and space to the two, and he returned to the pavilion and stood with Zhan Peng.

Zhan Peng learned that his eldest brother was fine, and his eyes were slightly red. Seeing Song Yi coming in front of him, he quickly turned around to hide his weakness.

But at this moment, there was a sudden surprise that no one could have predicted.

Just as Zhan Peng turned around and Song Yi walked to Zhan Peng, the corners of Song Yi's eyes suddenly saw Xiao Leng's originally withered and silent body sitting on the chair suddenly soared into the air...

"No!!!" Two women with one voice exclaimed from the gazebo.

Zhan Peng turned around in shock, but he had already seen Xiao Leng, who was empty in his lower body, let a white-haired fly in the air, holding a cold and fierce knife in his hand, and his eyes cut Song Yi's neck fiercely. When Zhan Peng turned around, Xiao Leng's knife was already above Song Yi's head. He was exhausted...

Song Yi never thought that Xiao Leng would suddenly kill, so at the moment when Xiao Leng's knife hit in the air, Song Yi almost did not hesitate to sslam the flying knife that had been in his hand... At that moment, he had the amazing feeling of flying out of the scissors alley.

Xiao Leng's knife! The blood light collapsed, and there was no sound or scream. In the air, the last energy of the whole body rose in the air. Xiao Leng, who came to kill with a knife, fell to the ground... No more silence! A short knife is still in his hand...

Xiao Leng's knife was finally a moment slower than Song Yi's Xiao Leng's fierce flying knife.

The victory of life and death is only at this moment... Forever separated.