On the 16th day of the first lunar month, the sky was just dawn, and more than ten cavalrymen galloped towards Mingde Gate like lightning. The rolled-up air waves fluttered the quiet morning mist. Mingde Gate had already opened. From a distance, the soldiers guarding the city saw countless cavalry sweeping over, and rushed out dozens of steps and shouted: "Stop! Stop!"

The horse slowed down, and a captain guarding the city shouted first: "Who is out of the city?"

Li Qing'an held the horse and said, "I am Li Qing'an, Beiting. If you have an urgent matter, I hope you can let it go!"

The captain looked in awe and bowed, "It turned out to be the envoy Li."

He waved his hand and said, "Let it go!"

The people at the door flashed to the side and gave way to them. Li Qing'an clasped his fists and said, "Thank you all the villagers!"

As soon as he urged his horse, the war horse drove into the city gate and rushed out of the city gate in an instant.

Li Qing'an received a letter from the Prime Minister's Mansion when the Fangmen was about to close last night. Wuyi was forced by the Cui family and had left the Prime Minister's Mansion for Lingnan. He was immediately worried. They had traveled thousands of miles to Lingnan. He wanted to chase after him overnight, but Fangmen was closed. He was worried all night. As soon as the sky was clear, he led more than a dozen personal soldiers to chase him.

After leaving Chang'an City, they galloped for more than ten miles and arrived at a Sanchakou, heading east to south to west. There are three roads from Chang'an to Lingnan. One is to take the sea route, and sail to Yangzhou Shanghai boat, and sail to sail; the second is to take the land route, cross the river from Jingxiang, and then go to Lingnan; the third is to combine water and land, and take the Shu Road, go to Yizhou to board the Minjiang River, turn to the Yangtze River, and then go south after land.

Li Qing'an didn't know which line Wuyi took, so he pulled his horse and looked around. There was a small town on the side of the road. There was a small restaurant directly opposite the Sancha Road. He urged the horse to the front of the restaurant, and a friend came out, "Do you want breakfast, military men?"

"I'll ask you, did two women in white come to your place last night?"

"Yes! Two women in white passed by last night. They sat for a while. There was also an old man with white beard. They were discussing going to Lingnan. Did the guest officials look for them?"

Li Qingan was overjoyed and asked anxiously: "Which route have they gone?"

"The old man quietly left a message before leaving, saying that if someone looked for them, they would say that they had left Ziwu Valley and went to Shuzhong."

Although it was strange that the old man with him left a message, Li Qingan could no longer care about so much. He turned his horse's head and pointed at Nanfang: "Go to Ziwu Valley quickly!"

More than a dozen soldiers followed him and galloped towards Ziwu Valley.

Ziwu Valley is a small road crossing Zhongnan Mountain in Chang'an. It is about a hundred miles south of Chang'an and is more than 600 miles long. It is a shortcut from Chang'an to Hanzhong. During the Three Kingdoms, Wei Yan, the general of Shu Kingdom, repeatedly sent surprise troops to Zhuge Liang to occupy Guanzhong, but was not adopted.

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Ziwu Valley became the main channel for people in Guanzhong and Hanzhong. Throughout the year, there were endless merchants and travelers, and there were also many inns and inns in the valley for guests to rest.

In the evening, a carriage stopped in front of a large temple. The temple was called Xiangji Temple. It had been two miles away from the official road and was a small road to Ziwu Valley. In the distance, it was the towering Zhongnan Mountain. The mountain was steep, like a green dragon lying across the Guanzhong Plain, blocking the road to Guanzhong's southward and becoming a natural strategic barrier for Guanzhong.

Wuyi's spirit is still not very good. Looking at Chang'an as she goes further and further, her heart is filled with loss and sadness. Since childhood, she has never left Chang'an. Now she is leaving her hometown and embarking on a road where she doesn't know where the end is. She wants to go to visit the graves of her parents, but where her parents were exiled to Lingnan? Where was she buried? She knows nothing, and then? Where should she go after she sweeping the graves? She is even more confused. She is like a small boat floating in the vast ocean. She can no longer grasp her destiny.

Maybe she would go to a small town and spend her life peacefully. Looking at the temple gate of Xiangji Temple, Wuyi couldn't help but think of Ci'en Temple. Thinking of the past when Li Qing'an drove a carriage to pick him up to burn incense, Wuyi's burly figure appeared in her heart again. His broad shoulders could support the sky for her. At this moment, how long she wanted Li Qing'an to come to find her!

At this time, Uncle Zhong hurried out from the temple, followed by two monks. Uncle Zhong smiled at Wuyi and said, "Miss Wuyi, I have already arranged it. Please follow me! There are guest rooms in the temple, so we can rest."

"All right!"

Seeing that this area was quite remote and there was only this temple around, Wuyi nodded and said, "Yu Nu, let's go down!"

"Please, female donor!"

The monk led the master and servant to a yard, which was the guest room of the temple, close to the back wall, and there was a back door next to it to the temple. The house seemed quite old and it was obvious that few people lived here.

They walked into the yard, and a few crows flew up from the dead trees in the yard, making the dusk half-light and half-dark sky look very desolate.

"Please do whatever you want, donors! Xiaomiao lacks enough grain and rice and cannot provide vegetarian food, I'm sorry!"

The two monks said perfunctorily and then hurriedly slipped away. There were four or five empty houses in the courtyard, most of which had not been inhabited for a long time. The room was covered with dust and the window paper was broken. The night wind blew the window paper, and it made a sound, and the corner doors were covered with spider webs.

They searched around and finally found a slightly clean room. This was the house where a scholar lived when he was studying here last year. The scholar had already left. Uncle Zhong lit an oil lamp. The bean-sized lantern lit the room. The room could barely live in it. At least the window paper was complete, and there was not so much dust on the empty bed.

"Miss, I'll get you bedding. There's still some dry food in the carriage. The girl will take it for a night. I heard that there is a town fifty miles ahead. Let's have a good rest tomorrow at noon."

Wuyi sighed and said apologetically: "Uncle Zhong, thank you so much for your hard work."

"Girl, don't say that. This is the master's order. I will do my best to take care of the girl. Please rest, I will go get something."

Uncle Zhong left, and at this time Yu Nu had already wiped the bed clean and sat down with Wuyi. She was worried all the way. At this time, she could no longer help but ask in a low voice: "Girl, are we really going to Lingnan?"

"Then where do you say you won't go to Lingnan? After all, my third grandfather is a small official in Lingnan! Besides him, where do I have relatives?"

"But didn't the girl say that the third master hates your father the most? Will he accept you if you go? And I heard that Lingnan has a damp and hot and masturbation. How can the girl with such a weak body be able to withstand it? Girl, although it is filial to sweep the graves of her parents, I think if they know that the girl travels thousands of miles, they will be uneasy in the underworld. Girl, listen to me, we won't go to Lingnan for the time being."

Wuyi was also a little shaken. Although it was her childhood wish to visit her parents' graves, she went to Lingnan so sadly, and she was worried that her body could not hold back. She pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do it! Let's live in Chengdu for a few months first. I can go to the piano courtyard to play the piano and teach a few students. When my body is slightly better and the weather is warmer, let's go to Lingnan again."

Yu Nu lowered her head and said, "Miss, I mean, let's go to Beiting!"

"You are here again. Didn't I tell you? Don't mention this again."

"Girl, didn't the Prime Minister tell you? You can't blame Li Qing'an. Actually, I know he likes you very much. I heard that you were sick and he was so anxious that he came to see you without saying a word, but you returned Xiaoqin to him. Girl, I beg you to find him!"

"Okay, stop talking!"

Wuyi was upset and said, "Go and bring me the piano, I want to play it for a while."

Yu Nu sighed helplessly and had to go to get the piano. After a moment, a melodious piano sound came from the guest room. The piano sound was like a cry, telling the story of a weak woman's lonely life and her bumpy fate. Gradually, the piano sound changed and turned into a song "Sad Spain". The tune began to become excited. Wu Yi devoted herself to the tune. She was filled with the struggle of unwilling to surrender to fate.

Suddenly, with a 'sharp!', the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Wuyi slowly stood up, and she listened to something with all her concentration.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Wuyi grabbed her and asked nervously: "Yu Nu, have you heard the six-stringed zither, have you heard the sound of the piano?"

Yu Nu shook her head and said, "Girl, you must have heard it wrong, but I didn't hear anything."

"No! It's the sound of the six-stringed lyre."

Wuyi turned around and hurried to the backyard. Yunu hurriedly called her, "Miss, it's already dark."

But Wuyi had already gone far away. Yu Nu smiled bitterly and chased after him. The girl didn't want to mention Li Qing'an, but when she heard his little movement, she ignored everything.

The yard where Wuyi and the others lived was close to the back door. Behind the temple was a large mountain forest, with a small path leading to the official road. It was already dark and the outside of the temple was pitch black. The outline of the forest could be vaguely seen. The night wind blew the forest, making a monotonous sound. Wuyi stood blankly on the deserted steps outside the temple gate, looking at the gloomy forest not far away. The extreme feeling of loss in her heart made tears flow in her eyes. Yunu did not dare to disturb her, so she stood quietly in the door waiting.

Wuyi stood alone outside the temple gate, standing for a long time. The bright moon rose, and the moonlight shone through the gaps of the tree like a gauze, illuminating the beautiful face of the lonely woman. She could no longer suppress her inner sadness and hid on the stone tablet in front of the temple gate and cried softly.

Suddenly, a sound of piano came from the woods, so clear that even the Yu Nu could hear it. She stopped and exclaimed in a low voice.

Wuyi slowly raised her head, and she looked into the woods incredibly. She saw that Li Qingan came out of the woods. He held the six-stringed zither and played the song "Sad Spain" with all his heart. He raised his head from time to time and looked at her affectionately, with a smile on his face, which was a joy of reunion after a long time of separation.

Tears were flowing on Wuyi's face, but her eyes were lit, like a flame of life burning, illuminating her entire face with luster. She stared blankly at Li Qing'an who was slowly approaching. Is she dreaming? He was right in front of her.

Yu Nu quietly closed the yard gate. At the moment of closing, she jumped up with joy and covered her mouth, fearing that she would scream, so she carried the hem of her skirt and ran towards the yard. She wanted to tell Uncle Zhong that they would not have to go to Lingnan anymore.

The sound of the piano stopped. Li Qing'an stood in front of Wuyi, looking at this weak and beautiful woman, his heart was filled with pity.
Chapter completed!