"No, it was Chu Beijie who gave you." He Xia sighed, "If I gave you Lihun that day, and you refused to accept it, I would still have a glimmer of hope. I hope you have never been bewitched by Chu Beijie and never lost your soul and reason. But you took it away. After taking Lihun, you only remember Chu Beijie, but you forgot Guile. Have you ever thought that it was a token of the two countries and the guarantee for the people of Guile to settle down for five years?"

"If I forgot to Gui Le, how could I lure Chu Beijie into a trap?"

He Xia looked at her deeply, "It turned out that he was in a dangerous place, planted with love and was confused. Once he parted, his lovesickness would reach the core."

"No..."

"Pingting, after you come back, you will not be willing to ride with me again. Once upon a time, when we returned from the war, we were as close as brothers and sisters. That day, I saw him let you off the horse, and a man who fell into a trap would let a woman who plotted against him off the horse... "

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Pingting shook her head repeatedly, her pale and haggard face, closed her eyes, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks, and said sadly, "I understand."

Counter-espionage plan.

She deceived Chu Beijie's true love, and Chu Beijie used his true love to harm her.

Love is true, and plan is true.

The trust that has been with the young master for fifteen years is no match for Chu Beijie's plan.

For the first time in her life, Pingting watched her fall into a trap and was helpless. She could not let He Xia relieve her suspicion, but indeed, she was already moved.

Once men and women in the world are moved, it is difficult to judge right and wrong.

If you meet Chu Beijie in a day, it is hard to guarantee that her words and deeds will not inadvertently reveal everything about Prince Jing'an's mansion.

It is understandable that He Xia is guarding against her.

Anti-espionage.

This is the last move before Chu Beijie left, and his heart was in pain.

Opening her eyes until dawn, she heard the rooster crowing. Pingting was suddenly shocked and sat up from the bed. The hard thing in the quilt touched her waist. She seemed to be lost, slowly stretched her hand in and rubbed the familiar patterns on the thing.

The two ancient characters "Lihun" are carved on the hilt of the sword.

The sparks bursting out from Chu Beijie's sword that day seemed to flash in front of his eyes. Pingting's heart suddenly tightened, remembering He Xia's words.

If you don't take this sword, there is still a glimmer of hope.

If you answered...

Fifteen years of raising grace, I was silently cut off by this sword.

She never likes to cry, but she has tears in her eyes recently. Now her heart is so cold that it is frozen. If she wants to cry, she can't shed a single tear.

Sitting on the bed in a daze, feeling confused, Pingting raised her hand and stroked her forehead.

Oh, it started to burn again, and the cold fingertips touched the burning skin, and I couldn't help but chill.

The maid Lingling, assigned by He Xia, came in and said carefully: "Sister, are you going to get up?" She asked two or three times before Pingting turned around in a daze, "Hmm?"

The bell quickly brought hot water, wrung out the towel and handed it to Pingting. She was always running around, coming and going here and there, and her daily things were stuffed into a big wooden box in a mess. The bell searched everywhere for the combs that Pingting used frequently.

Pingting said behind her: "Stop looking for it. Please come to Dongzhuo."

"Dongzhuo?"

"He's not in now?"

Bell shook his head and smiled, "I'll take a look."

The sun is very good, and the smell of spring is getting stronger and stronger. The hanging beads on the door curtain were playedfully lifted by the bells, reflecting dazzling light. At that moment, Pingting remembered the curtain of the flower house again.

She and Miss Hua secretly hid behind the curtain and peeked at the guests who were visiting.

That was the first time I saw Chu Beijie.

The room with only one person was deserted and cold, so cold that Pingting suddenly came back to her senses without being alarmed by others. She got out of bed, took out the comb and leaned against the window and slowly combed her long black hair, while looking at the lively scenery outside.

The red and purple flowers are half-blooming, and the pond is green and grassy. Although the scenery is beautiful, it is very strange.

It is not the King Jing'an Mansion, nor the King Zhenbei Mansion.

"Voluntely get on the horse and say goodbye to He Xia. From now on, if you don't call Bai Bingting, your surname will be Chu."

"After taking Lihun, you only remember Chu Beijie, but you forgot Guile. Have you ever thought that it was a token of the two countries and the guarantee for the people of Guile to settle down for five years?"

She suddenly frowned, and her heart felt as if she was about to break her breath. Her pale knuckles tightly grabbed the clothes on her chest and looked back at the sword that was quietly placed beside the bed.

Leaving the soul.

After leaving Chu Beijie, she could not return to Prince Jing'an's Mansion. Why did the woman who had the most weight in her life beside the little King Jing'an, the female military advisor who followed the lord to set a plan to destroy the enemy, and forced the general of the enemy country to make a vow to keep the peace for five years in Guilei became a lonely soul in these ten days and nine earths?

"Pingting, are you looking for me?" Dong Zhuo's voice came, right behind him.

Pingting put down the comb and turned her head, the familiar smile on her lips had already curled up, "I have something to tell you."

Dong Zhuo was a little at a loss. During the trip, he had not seen Pingting for many days, and he also faintly noticed many signs of heartbreak. When he saw his former companion so haggardly, Dong Zhuo's usual careless expression disappeared. Instead, he rubbed his hands like a big child making a mistake and lowered his head and said, "Tell me."

"I'm leaving."

The four words of calm are heavily pressed on Dong Zhuo's heart.

"Let's go?" He suddenly looked up and met Pingting's black eyes with surprise. All the things he saw and heard and thought of these days suddenly came out in his mind. Dong Zhuo seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and his words were stinged and pressed down. He had to lower his head and asked embarrassedly: "Do you know, Master?"

Pingting smiled softly, softened her body and leaned on the windowsill, waved to Dongzhuo, "Dongzhuo, come on."

Holding Dong Zhuo's hand, she looked at it carefully for a long time, and suddenly became playful and teased him, "You kid, always screaming, Pingting, how many months I'm older than you. Come and listen to the call, sister."

Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth sadly, brewed for a long time, and shouted softly: "Sister."

"Good brother." Pingting took the look of her sister and taught her carefully, "The most difficult thing for people is to know how to advance and retreat. She planned to lure Chu Beijie that day, so I went in. Now, it's time for me to retreat."

"But you are from the Prince Jing'an Mansion. Besides, where can you go? The king's name is on the list of people who pursue the Prince Jing'an Mansion, and Chu Beijie will not let you go."

"I have my own arrangements."

The depression that had been pressing down in my heart for many days was about to burst out at this moment, Dong Zhuo was angry, "I know the young master doubts you. I'll talk to the young master!"

"Don't go."

"I can't hold it in anymore. This is the young master. What's the difference between him and the king who destroyed our Jing'an Palace?"

"Stop!" Pingting pulled him and stared at him word by word, "Young Master is right."

Dong Zhuo was stunned and frowned blankly, "What did you say? I don't believe you have an external intention for Prince Jing'an's Mansion."

Pingting was stunned for a while and sighed, "You don't understand if you say it. Anyway, I'm leaving, it's all good things to the prince's mansion, the young master, and me. The young master is just in a state of anxiety. I can't help him, so at least I won't upset him."

"How could you upset the young master?"

"Dongzhuo..." Pingting looked at him gently and smiled bitterly, "In terms of credit, the young master cannot neglect me; in terms of future troubles, the young master cannot trust me. When the traces of Prince Jing'an's mansion need to be hidden the most, he does not want to keep me, does not want to harm me, and does not want to make me sad. Alas, I am worried about the young master."

"But if you leave..."

"I'm leaving, Prince Jing'an's Mansion has no relationship with me anymore. I don't know your whereabouts, and I can't even reveal the secret."

Dong Zhuo still shook his head, "No. If you do this, doesn't it mean that the young master is ungrateful and forces the heroes?"

Pingting blinked her shiny eyes, "That's why I want you to help. I want to leave secretly and not let the young master know."

"No, I can't hide it from the young master."

"Of course you can't hide it from the young master, but the young master will hide it from you. Make a bet. If he knows our plan, he will not only not be able to make any noise, but also make arrangements in secret."

"I really don't understand you!" Dong Zhuo scratched his head, walked around anxiously, and turned around and said, "It's okay to help you. Anyway, no matter whether the young master knows it or not, you shouldn't be wronged about this matter, and I don't believe you will betray the palace. But... where can you go? You are still sick, so why not in two days..."

Pingting said, "No, I'm leaving tonight." Her tone was faint, but full of unshakable perseverance.

Dongzhuo frowned his eyebrows and wrapped his hands in front of his chest to confront Pingting, "I will never help you if you don't tell me where you plan to go. You are alone outside. If something happens, I will never sleep peacefully in my life."

"I will be alone without this place. It is not a problem to go to heaven and earth. You also know that many people are looking for me. How can I tell you the frizzy boy? But where I plan to go..." Pingting said softly with her ears, "North."

Is spring in the north coming later than here?

In the past, in He Su's prince's mansion, his friend Yang Feng once whispered the desirable place. The grasslands of Beimo Kingdom were endless, with thousands of cattle, sheep and horses chewing grass and shaking their tails. If one of them ran wildly, all of them would run with them, and the sound of the booming hooves was like the earth was about to crack.

You can’t wait to be happy, and the east forest is even more like a dragon’s pond and a tiger’s den. It’s better to be in the northern desert.

Looking into the distance, the red sun was about to rise there. Pingting took a deep breath of cold air. She had been tired for too long, and even her muscles and bones were evaporated. She was trapped in a narrow and dark circle and could not see the sun. She suddenly missed her brave friend who was fleeing from the northern desert desperately by the queen's slander.
Chapter completed!