Emperor Jianyang did not speak.

Silence returned to the temple.

Xiao Zhu held the scabbard and looked at the closed palace door from afar.

This terrible silence always reassured him and panicked at the same time. He actually likes Qi Yuanzhang. It's better to talk a lot than to be silent.

Qi Yuanzhang's noisy temperament diluted the panic in his heart just right.

Without him, everything seems too quiet.

Xiao Zhu pressed his ugly face tightly against the scabbard, allowing the sunken patterns to leave traces on his face.

Emperor Jianyang called him in a low voice behind him: "Xiao Zhu." ”

Xiao Zhu did not look back.

Emperor Jianyang shouted again: "I'm sleepy." ”

He doesn't say "I", he just says "I".

Xiao Zhu finally spoke: "Then go to sleep, it's a new day when you wake up, everything is brand new." He closed his eyes, his voice softened, and the sharpness and weirdness were gone.

He seemed to be asleep.

Stand there, holding the knife, and sleep peacefully.

Emperor Jianyang behind the long table also closed his eyes.

No one made a sound.

There was only the wind, singing in the sun, singing tunes that no one could understand. A few plum blossoms in Jingningbo's mansion fell from the branches one after another, as if they thought it was difficult to hear it, like a summer rain.

Taiwei lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The windows were ajar, and cold wind was blowing in from outside.

But she didn't want to close the window.

She needs sleep, but she also needs the cold.

Her dad hasn't come back yet.

It had been an unknown number of hours since he had left that sentence and told her the secret when he returned. Before he left, did he know that he wouldn't come home so soon? What was his secret?

He mentioned the word "secret" several times, and it was bound to matter.

But it really matters, why does he procrastinate and refuse to say it directly?

Taiwei buried her face in the quilt.

A faint smoky scent that has a hypnotic effect.

She took a deep breath hard.

Go to sleep......

Let's sleep......

When her father returns, Changxi will wake her up as soon as possible.

She waited, and there was no point.

The sound of breathing gradually subsided.

Taiwei dreamed of Xue Huaijian.

He was planting flowers, one by one, and they were planting them in the soil like treasures.

But this flower farmer obviously only exists in her dreams.

Xue Huaijian, who was outside the dream, was going to the palace at the moment. He was still dressed in black, but his weapon had been unloaded. Even he is not qualified to enter the palace with a sharp weapon.

He went straight to see the national teacher.

The sun shines on the ground in white, illuminating the floor tiles dazzlingly.

When the palace people saw him, they all bowed their heads and said goodbye, and no one dared to look at him more. There was a sinister aura on him, more dazzling than the sun.

Only the national teacher, smiling calmly, looked at him and said, "Why are you here?"

There was no surprise on his face, but there seemed to be a mixture of surprise in his tone.

"Didn't you find it?"

It was a joyful surprise.

Xue Huaijian shook his head: "No, dig three feet into the ground, and still don't see it." ”

The joy in the national teacher's tone immediately dissipated, and only doubts remained: "In this case, send someone here, why bother to run this trip yourself." ”

He walked over to the table and poured his adopted son a cup of tea.

"Exhausted, aren't you?"

Xue Huaijian sat down and took the tea bowl, still shaking his head.

People are made of flesh and blood, and there is nothing that is not tired.

But his current attention was all attracted by the scattered chess pieces not far away. The chessboard is still in place, but the game above is long gone.

He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and asked, "Why don't you see Jing Ningbo?"

The national teacher was thinking about the map, and when he heard this, he only said lightly, "Let's go." ”

He sent someone to keep an eye on Qi Yuanzhang all the way, and saw Qi Yuanzhang leave the emperor with red eyes, and went outside the palace again, presumably returning home.

The national teacher was a little interested: "How can I not find it......"

He thought there must be a map hidden in the abandoned manor.

But why can't I find it?

He lowered his eyes and pondered, but he didn't notice that Xue Huaijian, who was sitting there, suddenly relaxed.

"Have you looked everywhere, but what's wrong?" the national teacher suddenly asked.

Xue Huaijian put down the tea bowl and said, "There are indeed a few things that are wrong. ”

The national teacher's eyes lit up: "What's wrong?"

Xue Huaijian stood up, took out a pen and paper and spread it on the table, dipped the pen in ink, and drew the strange picture on the wall in a few strokes.

Unlike innocence, the national teacher could recognize the strangeness of this picture at a glance.

He threw himself halfway onto the table, his eyes staring at the painting that was still wet.

"This was found in Zhuangzi?"

Xue Huaijian put the pen aside and said, "I saw it on a wall, half carved and half painted, very strange." ”

The national teacher held the paper aloft in the air.

As soon as the sun shines, the picture on the paper seems to come to life.

It's not a living thing, but it's full of life.

He took a deep breath and said firmly: "This must have something to do with the star map!"

Xue Huaijian also thought the same way, of course he would not refute him, but there was one thing he didn't dare to be sure, and he couldn't be sure: "Do you think this map will be the map we are looking for?"

The national teacher was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He was immersed in the joy of harvest, and he didn't even think of this possibility for a while.

"It's hard to say......"

The map in his hand, although the terrain is complex, is a recognizable route.

But this picture ...... I can't guess......

"Maybe yes, maybe not. ”

The national teacher re-laid the paper in his hand on the table.

The ink has dried.

Pictures seem to have become ordinary again.

He looked at his adopted son and furrowed his brows tightly into the word "Chuan": "If you say that this picture is not, you and I have no way to confirm it......; It's on a wall that everyone can see...... It really doesn't make sense. ”

But having said that, the national teacher still carefully preserved this picture.

What can't be solved now, it's hard to guarantee that it won't be solved in the future.

He put the picture on the chessboard and said, "There are people left on the left and right, so you can rest here for a while." ”

Xue Huaijian leaned against the window with a tired expression, and was about to agree, when he suddenly saw a person running quickly in the corridor.

The movement is so great that it can be regarded as running.

This is the palace!

Who dares to run around the palace?

Don't have a head?

He immediately retracted his expression and straightened up.

The man in the cloister quickly approached the door.

When the palace people along the way saw this scene, they all showed terrified eyes. A little guard, who dared to run around in the palace, ate the bear's heart and the leopard's guts?

But the man's face was earthy, and he just ran towards the door regardless of it.

Seeing this, Xue Huaijian scolded sharply: "Stop!"

The man in the guard costume was already in his thirties, but when he heard his voice, he immediately fell to his knees in distraction and said in a panic: "Commander!"

At this time, the national teacher had already recognized the person.

"What's wrong?"

The man knelt on the ground, his teeth fighting, and said tremblingly: "Jing, Jing Ningbo is dead-"