－Xingyang－－

Somewhere in the city, in a wooden house, Zhang Susu was sitting next to the desk next to the window wearing a thin silk, holding her cheeks with her tender little hands, looking at the sky outside the window in a daze, looking at her dressing, she seemed to have just gotten up from the couch.

Compared to half a year ago, she looked much more mature. Her black hair was slightly coiled up, her skin was more than mutton fat, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes were like stares, her red lips were slightly closed, and there was a bit of charm between her eyebrows. She sighed softly at the end, seductively.

What makes people feel distressed is that there is always a trace of sorrow between her eyebrows that cannot be removed.

It took no idea how long it took Zhang Susu to wake up from her lost state. She patted her face gently with her little hand, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then picked up a bronze mirror from the dressing table and began to comb her hair.

As she combed, her eyes fell down her neck in the mirror, and she looked at a light red mark, and her movements slowed down.

Bitering her red lips slightly, she couldn't help but reach out to her in the bronze mirror, and the appearance of a yellow turban soldier appeared in her mind.

He is not good at speaking, and sometimes he feels puzzled by what he says.

What Zhang Susu remembers the most is his words [Do you need me]?

As she thought about it, a little knowing smile appeared on the little woman's face, but that smile seemed to be a flash in the pan, and disappeared after a moment.

"fraud……"

"It is clear that I will not leave me alone at any time..."

A little crystal clearness oozed out of the woman's eyes, she hugged her arms tightly, showing a helpless expression. Because of the excessive force, bloodless pale appeared between her fingers.

In just half a year, she, who was originally held in the palm of her brothers, watched one relative after another die. Her eldest uncle Zhang Jiao and her father Zhang Liang died in Guangzong, and her second uncle Zhang Bao died in Quyang. Even after death, she would not be able to have all the body. Her head was chopped down and escorted to Luoyang.

As the rumor says, the reason why she made such a bold statement in Qingzhou was to avenge her relatives, but what the outside world knows is not comprehensive. There is still one person deep in her heart.

A Yellow Turban Soldier who dared to block thousands of pursuers in Mangdang Mountain with just one person's strength...

Perhaps thinking of the uncomfortable part, a few fierce colors flashed in her eyes, and she murmured with gritted teeth, "Uncle, second uncle, father, and Xiao Mo... Su Su swore that she would let the entire Han Dynasty bury you with you to comfort your spirits in heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud knock on the door came from outside the room, and then a rough and powerful voice came. When he heard it carefully, it was clearly Zhou Cang's voice.

"Miss, my subordinates have returned to Xingyang!"

"Well, I understand, Brother Zhou!" Zhang Susu responded, took a deep breath and calmed his excited mind, and then began to dress up, because many Yellow Turban believers have arrived in Xingyang these days. She must arrange everything properly before the court discovers it, so as not to be like her uncle.

After all, most of the failures of the Yellow Turbans will be exposed in planning and a hasty rise to a rush.

After about a stick of incense, Zhang Susu, who had taken care of everything, pushed open the door and saw Zhou Cang still guarding the house, asked, "Are all the big and small leaders in Xingyang here?"

Zhou Cang nodded.

Since he and Pei Yuanshao escorted Zhang Susu all the way to Guangzong half a year ago, and then protected her from Huangfu Song's encirclement and was regarded as a confidant by Zhang Susu. Now, both of them have become leaders and have hundreds of people under their command. Going up, it will be the position of Xiaoqushuai.

Somehow, Zhang Susu always felt something was wrong with Zhou Cang today, as if she was hiding something happy, which made Zhang Susu feel a little confused.

"Is something happened?" Zhang Susu asked in confusion.

"No, no!" Zhou Cang waved his hands repeatedly, wanting to laugh and hold it in his face, his face flushed.

"Oh!" After staring at Zhou Cang in surprise for a long time, Zhang Susu nodded as if she was untrustworthy. After all, she didn't believe that Zhou Cang would harm her. You must know that Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were the people she trusted most in the past six months, and even Zhang Baiqi was a little lower.

On the way to the back hall secret room, Zhang Susu occasionally looked at Zhou Cang with a skeptical look. She always felt that Zhou Cang had something to hide from her.

When she came to the secret room of the back hall, the secret room was already full of leaders from all sizes and big cities in Xingyang City.

Facing the big and thick yellow turret leaders, Zhang Susu calmly walked towards the main position and looked at the Yellow Turbans below with a smile. He could not see any restraint. Instead, the big and small leaders reacted a little unbearable, and they all lowered their heads and dared not look at Zhang Susu's seductive eyes.

"Senior Brother!" Zhang Susu greeted Zhang Baiqi, who was sitting in the head, flicked the table with his fingertips, and said tepidly, "I heard that Senior Brother took hundreds of people out of the city, for some reason?"

Somehow, Zhang Baiqi's expression was a little awkward, and he paid attention to behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

This made Zhang Susu a little confused. When she looked in the direction Zhang Baiqi was paying attention, she couldn't see anything wrong. After all, it was in a secret room. Although there were a few candles, the light still seemed a little dim.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly noticed that there were eyes looking at her in that direction. When she looked closely, her face suddenly showed a shocked expression, because she clearly saw a young man about fifteen years old standing there with a sword on his shoulder, holding his arms around the wall.

His eyes met, looking at the familiar face that sometimes appeared in the dream, Zhang Susu felt her chest twitch for no reason, and she lost her composure and stood up from her position. Her incredible eyes were filled with a strong surprise and joy.

"Little..." only spit out one word, her voice stopped abruptly, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face, which was originally calm.

"Puff!" A chuckle came down the hall. Zhang Susu turned her head and looked at her. She happened to see Pei Yuanshao looking at him with a smile. When she turned back to Zhou Cang, she saw that he had already turned his head away.

hateful!

Seeing that the yellow turban leader in the hall looked at him for no reason, Zhang Susu bit her lip slightly and glared at Pei Yuanshao fiercely. However, she had no anger in her heart, but she was full of joy. In other words, since she left Guangzong, she had never been as happy as she was today.

It's him, it's him!

Looking at the person standing by the wall and recalling the separation of life and death, Zhang Susu felt her eyes warm for no reason, and then she seemed a little wet.

If it weren't for the many Yellow Turban leaders in the hall, Zhang Susu would have hoped to pounce on the man's arms and tell him all the grievances he had suffered in the past six months.

During this discussion, Zhang Susu seemed uneasy from beginning to end and could not be as calm as usual, and her eyes drifted to that corner from time to time.

After all, until the discussion was over, Zhang Susu stood up, looked at the person beside the wall with a bit of deep thought, then turned into the inner room and returned to his room along the corridor.

At this moment, the surprise in her heart gradually faded away, and instead she was nervous and at a loss, holding her hands and walking back and forth in the house.

As she walked, she suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door outside the house, which was very different from the previous sound of Zhou Cang knocking on the door.

Looking at the figure printed on the window paper, Zhang Susuping breathed tightly, barely suppressing the excitement in her heart, and said in a trembling voice, "Come in... come in!"

"Hula!"

The door opened, and it was Chen Mo who was signaling Zhang Susu and following her all the way to here.

Somehow, looking at the familiar face, Zhang Susu's nervousness just now retreated like a tide, slowly walked to Chen Mo in front of him, stretched out his right hand, and hesitatedly stroked his face, because she dreamed of this plot many times, but when she woke up from the dream, she was only full of pain.

Finally, her fingers touched Chen Mo's face.

Not a dream!

"Huh!" She breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked up at Chen Mo, she looked at her with a puzzled look. She was both ashamed and angry, and glared at him fiercely, but then she burst into laughter again, buried her head in Chen Mo's arms, and said quietly, "Liar!"

Now she is not as confident and calm as she faces many yellow turban leaders, but she is not as good as Zhang Susu, a witch who dares to be an enemy of the entire Han Dynasty. Now she is just a little woman who is afraid of loneliness, just like half a year ago.

Looking at Zhang Susu who was sobbing in her arms, Chen Mo didn't know what to do for a moment. After hesitating for a while, he gently hugged her and whispered, "I'm back!"

"Yes!" The woman in her arms nodded heavily with a few crystal clear lines hanging on the corners of her eyes, and then she couldn't help but buried her in Chen Mo's arms and started crying.

When she was most helpless and needed help the most, the person she trusted the most was back!

After a full stick of incense, Zhang Susu's mood gradually stabilized.

"Don't look at me!" She pushed Chen Mo away with a little crying voice. She quickly walked to the wooden basin with clear water in the corner of the house, wet the silk and wiped the tears on her face. During this time, she looked back at Chen Mo and saw that he looked at her with a smile, and she felt ashamed and angry.

"No viewing!"

Chen Mo shook his head speechlessly, turned to the door, looked at the courtyard outside the house boredly, and thought about how to persuade Zhang Susu to change his mind and put down the hatred for the court, and stop working with the entire Han Dynasty like walking on thin ice. Thinking about it, just a mere man's power could shake the huge foundation of the Han Dynasty?

Chen Mo was thinking, suddenly a slight footsteps sounded behind him, and a pair of soft hands wrapped around Chen Mo's waist.

With her face tightly pressed against Chen Mo's back, Zhang Susu said with a slight slightest, "Dad is dead, uncle and second uncle are also dead, I thought you... uncle and second uncle love me the most before..."

Speaking of this, her voice became terrifying, and Chen Mo's heart became very heavy and depressed.

Suddenly, Zhang Susu hugged him tightly, and whispered with a strong sense of powerlessness and grievance, "Xiao Mo, help me..."

Listening to her faint voice, recalling the simple statements of Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao just now, and recounting the hardships and hardships Zhang Susu suffered in the past six months, Chen Mo's heart suddenly softened and he nodded with emphasis.

"Um!"
Chapter completed!