The inn hall suddenly became quiet. The man in short clothes looked at everyone, and there were many people watching Lin Ye.

"Two masters, are you staying in a hotel?" The waiter greeted him while working hard to wipe the table and stools.

"live…"

"No, cut some beef for us, make two taels of wine to pack, and I'm still in a hurry to rush forward!" The man holding a horse next to the gate was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"But second brother, you are not..." The man who was leading the horse was confused. The second brother had just said on the road that he wanted to rest for one night in the inn and go back to the village tomorrow morning, so why did he have to hurry up again?

"Hey! It's better to go back as soon as possible, waiter, hurry up."

Although the man who was leading the horse still had questions, he was tactful and did not ask any more. The escort was alert to the two of them, but after they took the things and paid, they rode their horses and left, they had a safe meal.

Lin Ye gave Fang Shuhao a color, then got up and walked upstairs, and the other party followed.

"You ride a horse to chase in the direction of Xiangyang. If they are thieves from Yingshan, they will definitely rest halfway. You can do whatever you want." Lin Ye went up to the second floor, and Fang Shuhao entered a room alone, flipped down the backyard from the window on the second floor, led a horse, and chased out in the direction of Xiangyang.

It has almost become a normal thing for the Song Dynasty to travel with a knife. Lin Ye suspected that the other party was a bandit because they had horses, so they would not be ordinary families. If they were guarding the hospital, they would not be so simple. Moreover, they were close to Typhoon Mountain. The two of them obviously wanted to stay in a hotel, but they changed their minds temporarily. It is very likely that they would go back to inform them.

The bandits do not only occupy the mountain and wait for prey to pass by. If there is meat to eat and it will not take too much effort, they will also take the initiative. Moreover, the man in short clothes has just glanced at the second floor, and probably noticed something.

The inn is more than ten miles away from Weiying Mountain. The two of them didn't have dinner and rushed for another day. They would definitely stop halfway and drink and eat meat.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Mom, is it convenient to come in?"

"Come in!" Ouyang Qianxue just finished using the meal. A maid packed up and took it out on a tray. Xiaoyue was making tea. He looked at the food and didn't move much.

"I just heard someone knocking on the door below, nothing is wrong?"

"It's nothing, just two people on the way to ask for some wine and food." Lin Ye sat down opposite her and filtered the tea leaves with a tea lid.

"Don't blame my mother for being too careless, Xiao Qiao, is there any injuries on her body?" Lin Ye frowned unconsciously. In fact, if she was careful, she could notice the smell of medicine on her body and the movements of walking.

While hesitating, he glanced at Xiaoyue's somewhat embarrassed expression. I guess his mother had asked her before. This girl probably looked like she was looking down with her head and kept silent.

"Well, she has minor injuries." There is nothing to hide in such a thing.

"But, mom, Xiao Qiao is a good girl, not a bad person." A girl with injuries on her body would subconsciously make a bad judgment.

"Mom didn't say anything, why are you nervous?" Ouyang teased him and took a wooden box out of the big wooden box.

"You can take some plaster to treat external trauma, maybe it will be better soon." Ouyang opened the lid of the wooden box, and there were many white jade bottles inside. The medicine name was marked with red paper. She looked at the names on it carefully one by one and took out the useful ones separately.

"Mom, let's find a chance to give it to her tomorrow!" As she said that, she stood up and wanted to leave.

"Hey!" She had just handed out two bottles of medicine. When she looked up, Lin Ye had already walked to the door.

"By the way, mom, you may have a detour tomorrow. You should take a break early!" Do you want to transfer some people to come over?

"Well, don't sleep too late."

There were not many people in the killing sect, and most of them were concentrated in the northwest and southwest, where they were where they stretched their feet. I originally thought that walking along the official road, with him and Shuhao, and with ten guards, ordinary bandits were not worth worrying. If the number of people was several times higher than that of them, and as the shopkeeper said, it would be better to take a detour, after all, my mother was there.

The supper in the hall had already ended. Except for a few coachmen and the guards sat together to drink tea and chat about family matters, everyone went into the room to rest.

He stood in the corridor on the second floor in a daze. He didn't know when Shuhao would come back, but the door behind him suddenly opened. Xiao Qiao stood behind him in a colorful skirt. What is worth noting was that his two pairs of feet wearing wooden clogs under the hem of the skirt were white and tender.

Song Liuxing's foot binding, but not all women are like this. Only women with noble identities have this habit. After all, women in ordinary families are also quite a part of the labor force. However, this depends to a large extent on the attitude of their parents. For example, mothers do not. Maybe it was because my grandmother left early and my grandfather felt very sorry for her, so she was not willing to let her suffer this.

When her adoptive father and mother left, Xiao Qiao was only three or four years old. Judging from her appearance, she seemed to be going out.

"Are you going out?" He just glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

Xiao Qiao waved to him, "Come in." He turned around and walked to the table, poured two cups of tea from the teapot, and the wooden clogs made a clattering sound on the floor. He was moved. He hadn't heard this sound for a long time.

The earliest origin of wooden clogs can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. "Jie Zitui held a tree and burned it to death, and Duke Wen of Jin cut it to make clogs." The origin of the Cold Food Festival also originated from this. However, by the Song Dynasty, women no longer had the popularity of wearing wooden clogs. They were mostly used as men's rain boots. They only had this habit in the rainy and southern Fujian region. But Xiao Qiao liked it. When he was a child, he always called "Brother! Brother!".

Lin Ye closed the door and did not sit down opposite her, but walked to the window and pushed the window open halfway.

The two were silent, and neither spoke first. The breeze from the mountains penetrated the room, mixed with the freshness of leaves.

"elder brother."

"Hmm?" In the end, she couldn't hold on first.

"Did you hide something from me?" She matte the edge of the teacup with her fingers, with a faint displeasure on her face.

"What are you referring to?" Everyone has their own secrets. Lin Yechao was probably about Li Chushan. He didn't want to tell her like that. Those decisions were made privately by him and his adoptive father, and they were manipulated by him. He never asked her any opinions. God knows how angry she would be.

Xiao Qiao didn't speak and responded to him with silence. The guilty person naturally couldn't calm down.

"How do you know?" She had been healing in her yard. Except for Fang Shuhao and Li Jian, no one in the killing sect had contact with her.

"I have never heard of the second assassination of the Killing Sect." Most of the enemies of the Killing Sect are Liao people and Xixia people. They are as cunning as rabbits. Once they miss a single blow, they will be as alert as a wolf. Second assassination is mostly a waste of life, and there are not so many people to mobilize them in time.

"This time the situation is very special." This alone is definitely not enough to make her so sure.

"Xiaoyue told me that the assassin who assassinated the court official was caught and was a woman." Her tone was without any anger, but Lin Ye felt calm and terrible. Do you think I am an idiot? If the assassin dies, then what am I? It would be strange if you do these little moves without hiding me.

I knew... Lin Ye was so angry at this time. His original plan was to take advantage of her grandfather's birthday to give her a wealthy identity to "enter the world" and then reveal the truth. Although she would be angry, she was already done and would be much easier to deal with.

"Your name is no longer on the list of killing doors." He tried to make his voice softer, not wanting to stimulate someone, so he turned around, looked out the window, and turned his back to her.

Xiao Qiao said nothing, sat down for a while, silently left the room, entered Lin Ye's room, and put his back against the door, instantly burst into tears, suppressing his tears.

Lin Ye heard the sound of closing the door and faced the empty room, the two cups of tea on the table were cold, and he gently pressed his temple.

Eight years ago, Su Xiaoqiao made a wish at Wuguoya that she would become the most powerful assassin of the Star Sect. Like the elder of the Star Sect, she could help her brother manage the Star Sect, and her reputation for blood would also be trembling.

For this reason, she endured loneliness in the northwest for eight years, walked on the brink of life and death every day, and finally gained a certain reputation, although many impressions were based on Zhou Yan's great disciple.

Now, nothing is gone.
Chapter completed!