Chapter 107 One person on the first floor, one city

(Third update, please collect~)

——————————

As soon as he slept until dawn, An Bochen opened his eyes in a daze and saw two figures standing in front of him, one fat and one thin, looking at him.

"Anwazi, you finally woke up."

Li Xiaoguan looked happy and couldn't help shouting the name of Yuanjing Village with excitement.

An Bochen rubbed his eyes hard and sat up, only to find that he was in the jade hall, and the bed under him was also the one that Sima Jin had slept with.

"Little official, where's Hong Fu?"

An Bochen yawned and subconsciously asked.

Hearing the words, Li Xiaoguan looked strangely. He looked at Xiao Hou beside him and said, "What red brush, Bochen, haven't you woken up yet?"

An Bochen was stunned and then laughed: "Little official, don't tease me. Hasn't she come back yet?"

Li Xiaoguan looked embarrassed and stopped talking. He heard Xiao Hou interrupt and said, "Bochen, I'm afraid you don't know that you have slept for a day and a night. You disappeared that night. You didn't go to the White Fox Academy the next morning. You didn't come back until the next night, and you slept all day.

"Exact. Bo Chen, you haven't been to the White Fox Academy for three days. If you don't go, I'm afraid you will really be removed.

Li Xiaoguan said.

After thoughtfully looked at Li Xiaoguan and Xiao Hou, An Bochen nodded: "Well, prepare a horse. Let's go to the White Fox Academy."

The wrist was smooth. An Bochen clearly felt the string of beads from the Dragon Palace, and the secrets in his arms were also well placed, but Simajin was missing. When asked about Li Xiaoguan, Li Xiaoguan flashed his words. Obviously, he was instructed by Xiao Hou, and An Bochen didn't want to ask more in front of Xiao Hou.

After getting out of bed and getting dressed, An Bochen took a few mouthfuls of breakfast and took Li Xiaoguan out of the Moyun Tower.

In the morning, the people on the rosefinch street were sparse, and the autumn wind was cold. From time to time, An Bochen looked at the absent-minded Li Xiaoguan. It was not until he drove his horse out of Zhuque Street that An Bochen asked, "Little official, what's going on?"

"It's okay. It's just that you overslept."

Li Xiaoguan's face was slightly red and hesitantly said.

Suddenly pulling the reins, An Bochen stopped in the road and said in silence for a moment, "Xiaoguan, tell me the truth, is there something wrong with her? Why haven't I seen her for two days? You and Mr. Xiao don't seem to want to mention her?"

Li Xiaoguan blushed, his eyes dodged, and hesitated for a long time. Then he sighed and said, "Bochen, just think that she has never appeared... She has already left!"

When the voice fell, An Bochen was stunned on the spot.

"This is impossible."

For a long time, An Bochen shook his head.

Li Xiaoguan's face was helpless. After thinking about it, he took out a note from his arms and handed it to An Bochen: "Old man Xiao said that you were fighting with her. I was afraid that you would be discouraged after you knew it, so let me hide it from you. But how long can you hide it? That's all, Bochen, you can look at it for yourself.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen took the note.

The note was broken, and the words on it were very familiar. It was from Simajin's hands - don't pass, don't read it.

There are only four words, and there is indifference and alienation between the beautiful fonts, which is not like her careless at ordinary days.

The autumn wind swept over, and An Bochen's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley. The deep chill drowned him, and no matter how gorgeous the morning light was, it could not melt.

After all, it's gone.

There was a strong bitterness in his mouth, An Bochen said in his heart.

"The evening of the day before yesterday, Xiao Hou and I were still waiting for you in Moyun Tower. Suddenly, a paper crane flew in, which was the paper in your hand. Bo Chen, she's gone, don't think about it anymore. I think that Hongfu is a little more beautiful than the girl in my Yuanjing Village, and it is not as good as the daughter of Zhang's shopkeeper on the old Tang Dynasty. When you come out of the White Fox Academy, you will definitely be a senior official. At that time, I'm afraid you can't find a good wife..."

Li Xiaoguan looked at An Bochen worriedly and nagging. How could An Bochen listen to it?

Looking at the seven layers of ink clouds not far away, An Bochen looked inexplicable. Liujing's January disturbances flowed in his heart, so close, but so far away.

Should she go somewhere else or return to Wuzhong Simamen... No matter what it is, it's completely gone.

Although An Bochen knew that this day would eventually come, he never thought that he would come so quickly that he could never find her again when he woke up.

The wrist was warm, and what was said under the Dragon Spring that night echoed faintly in my ears. She vowed that she would stay, find the dragon girl with herself, and kill demons...

Shaking his head, An Bochen put the note into his sleeve with a wry smile, and suddenly pulled the reins and said, "Let's go, little official."

Li Xiaoguan was stunned and looked at An Bochen in disbelief. The comfort words that had been brewing for a long time were at his mouth, but now it seemed a little inappropriate.

"Bo Chen, are you all right?"

"What can I do?"

An Bochen smiled faintly, clamped his legs and tightened the horse's abdomen, and went to Longquanfang. Li Xiaoguan looked at An Bochen's back in a daze, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, muttered a few words, and followed him on a mule.

An Bochen said it was okay, but he felt more or less uncomfortable. The teenager doesn't know how to worry and doesn't understand feelings. Even if he is uncomfortable, he is still ignorant. He doesn't know where he is uncomfortable. Complaining that she didn't keep her promise? Complaining that she left without saying goodbye? Or do you blame her for not even showing her true face?

Maybe there is a little bit.

However, An Bochen knew very early that Simajin would not stay, and he had imagined this day in the depths of his heart. Even if she really left, she could not leave Liujing, and she had to continue to live.

"Drive!"

The teenager patted the horse's buttocks again, and the autumn wind rolled up his long hair and floated back, as if he had thrown the past events of the month into the wind.

From then on, he held Moyun alone, hid in the 70-li killing game in Liujing, and wandered between the two snakes. Repair the road, find the dragon girl, kill the snake demon... No one will discuss all this, and you have to do it by yourself.

Driving the dwarf mule desperately, Li Xiaoguan opened his mouth wide and looked at it. In a trance, he seemed to see the extremely high-willed An Wazi a month ago. It was not until he entered Longquanfang and approached the White Fox Academy that An Bochen restrained his color, lowered his head, and hidden the compelling firelight in his eyes behind his forehead.

The little boy who was busy in the stable saw An Bochen at a glance. First, he was stunned, and then looked happy. He ran over attentively and helped An Bochen get off the horse.

Before An Bochen could speak, the little man said first, "Mr. An skipped class for three days. Mr. Yan was angry for three days. It is said that he also reported it to you."

Looking at the timid little boy, An Bochen said, "Thank you for telling me. Dare to ask who is Master Yan? Also, how did you react after hearing it?

The little boy looked at An Bochen strangely and couldn't laugh or cry: "Mr. Yan is the master of Class A school. Mr. An is really... However, it is said that Jun Shang laughed when he heard it and didn't say much. He just said that the matter of the college was handed over to the people in the college.

Hearing this, An Bochen thanked the little boy, smiled faintly, turned around and walked to the college. Li Xiaoguan naturally followed him.

"Bo Chen, how does he know so much?"

"Most of the students of Baihu Academy are well-informed after being dignitaries. He is a little boy who watches horses, and he is naturally well-informed."

An Bochen said as he walked, but at this moment, his heart moved, stopped and turned to look at the alley.

At the entrance of the alley stood a slender teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a dark black jacket. At this time, he happened to see An Bochen. The teenager was not amazing, but he had a pair of white eyes, like stars falling from the depths of the night sky, embellishing his face to be unparalleled.

If it hadn't been for those strange eyes, An Bochen would not have looked more, but in broad daylight, when he suddenly saw the white eyes of the young man, An Bochen was suddenly stunned and raised a stormy wave in his heart.

An Bochen has a very good memory. Although he can't forget it, most of the people who have a little impression will not forget it easily, such as those eyes.

In Princess Lizhu's dream, An Bochen came all the way to Situ Mansion. It was his sudden appearance that made An Bochen unable to catch up with the last scene. You can also dream, and you can also perform secret skills in your dreams. Wearing night clothes, you can only show your white eyes. Even after ten or twenty years, An Bochen will not forget.

An Bochen was shocked and couldn't figure it. He squeezed out a smile, nodded to the curious teenager, and then walked to the White Fox Academy.

Who is he? Obviously, I met in Lizhu's dream, why did he also come to Liujing... Did he come for the scene where none of us saw in the dream? Is it possible that there is any secret hidden in that dream?

One thought after another jumped out and walked to the door of the courtyard. An Bochen couldn't help looking back.

The thin girl walked to the teenager with a box of rouge with a smile. The teenager took it, took her hand and walked out of the workshop.

The morning wind blew through his eyes, and An Bochen suddenly felt pain, took a deep breath, and walked into the White Fox Academy.

"Xiao Feng, who were you looking at just now?"

Yue Qingqing looked at the White Fox Academy strangely and asked.

"A Liujing teenager is a little younger than us. I don't know why he always feels a little familiar."

The first Wang Feng frowned and said.

"How can it be? Not to mention this Liu country, even in the whole Da Kuang, we don't have many acquaintances. Xiaofeng, don't be suspicious anymore.

The girl smiled, and occasionally saw blood on her pale face. She fell into the eyes of the first Wang Feng, and there was another heart-fear.

"Let's go, Qinger. After shopping for so long, I forgot to find an inn... I heard that Liujing is the cheapest inn on Zhuque Street..."

"Let's go there. We don't have much left. If we can save a little, we can save a little."

Yue Qingqing smiled faintly, as if she didn't see the teenager's embarrassment and pulled him out of the workshop.

Zhuque Street was originally one of the most prosperous streets in Liujing. The land price was a hundred gold, but because of the rapid decline of the killing that night, it has become one of the few places in Liujing where you can hardly see the bustle.

There are only seven floors of Moyun standing alone, but there is no Moyun Tower from the prince, it is just an ordinary tall building.