The situation in Chu is treacherous, like the undercurrent surging at the bottom of Junshan Lake, and the Chu Palace, which is the center of Chu Di's operation, is as calm as ever.

Since Zhao Yi left the Chu Palace, the Zhilan Pavilion of Beishan has changed its owner, every day at sunset, Jinglan will climb the Beishan Mountain, watch the sunset in the Zhilan Pavilion, which has almost become what she must do every day.

The little girl Qingluan seems to have learned to be obedient, whenever Jinglan stands in the Zhilan Pavilion and looks at the sunset, she waits quietly and does not disturb, but the little girl's expression is still a little unhappy.

Jinglan, who was dressed in white and plain clothes, was blowing in the evening breeze, and her skirts were fluttering, like a fairy who fell into the mortal dust above the nine heavens, and she had a dusty posture, but her beautiful face did not have the demeanor that a fairy should have.

The information about Chu was sent to her like snowflakes, most of which were bad news, which made her originally bored heart, and added some weight, she never thought of being the mistress of this Chu country, but she did it.

The mountain wind blew up Jinglan's hair and her heart.

"Miss, it's getting late, let's go back. The maid Qingluan finally couldn't bear to look at the lonely figure in the sunset, and said boldly.

Jinglan didn't seem to hear Qingluan's words, and still stared blankly at Junshan Lake, which was beautifully illuminated by the afterglow of the sunset, the happy girl in the past has now become a sentimental young woman.

"Miss?" the little girl stretched out her head and tried to call again.

Jinglan finally woke up from the invasion, she turned her head to look at the worried little girl, instantly recovered her expression, and said with a little panic: "I didn't expect Junshan Lake at sunset to be so charming, I didn't notice it before." ”

The little girl looked at her words, pursed her lips and smiled: "Miss, you are thinking about His Royal Highness!"

"Little girl, I see that you are becoming more and more presumptuous, why, you started talking nonsense without saying anything for a few days, is it itchy?" Jinglan turned her head, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a hint of a cold smile in her charming apricot eyes.

The little girl waved her hand hurriedly, and said urgently: "No, no, no, I'm just worried about Miss, you don't think about tea and dinner these days, and you're in a trance all day long, I'm worried!"

"Yes, why am I in a trance?" Jinglan said with a smile on her face.

The little girl took a step back, avoided Jinglan's eyes, and said: "Since the prince left, Miss, you have come to this Zhilan Pavilion every day, and you have everything in your heart, if you want me to say, you just go to His Highness, so that you don't have to lose your soul all day." ”

Jing Lan turned around suddenly, crossed her hands on her hips, stared at her maid with a pout, and then stretched out her hand to give her a violent shudder, glaring: "What are you talking about! ”

Seeing that her young lady turned around and wanted to leave, the little girl hurriedly grabbed her young lady's sleeve and said pitifully: "Miss, Qingluan knows that she is wrong, you can spare me, I will never talk more in the future." ”

Jinglan turned her head and glanced at Qingluan, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and walked out of Zhilan Pavilion, the look on her delicate face under the afterglow had become a little lonely.

Jing Lan has always told herself in her heart that the reason why she has done so much for him is for the Jing family.

It's just that, just like Junshan Lake, which strives to present a gorgeous beauty, there are admirers of themselves, but there are very few people who really understand themselves.

At the foot of the North Mountain, a slightly rickety figure was waiting on the side of the road, his hands crossed in front of him, looking sideways at the way down the mountain, and there was not a single entourage by his side.

Jing Lan saw the figure from a distance, hesitated slightly, collected her low mood, and walked over calmly.

Du Huangting bowed and saluted, and called out softly, "Princess Shizi".

Jinglan bowed her head slightly and said, "What is the matter with Manager Du looking for me?"

Since she married into the palace, this is the first time she has faced the palace manager alone, and it seems that the old manager in front of her is waiting for her here.

The old manager bowed down again, and said with a respectful face: "Please forgive the old slave for being rude, the old slave has been entrusted by the prince to wait for the princess here, and there are some things to convey to the princess." ”

Jinglan walked under a big tree next to her, and then turned to look at the old manager who followed, and the maid Qingluan was still standing in place, looking around vigilantly.

"Mr. Du, please speak. Jing Lan said softly.

Du Huangting glanced left and right, and saw that the back garden of the palace had gradually disappeared into the twilight, and the sound of insects began to be lively.

The old manager bowed slightly, and said with a serious expression: "The palace is full of mouths, for the sake of insurance, the old slave has to wait for the princess here, please forgive me!"

"Now the hearts of the people in Chu are fluctuating, accidents are frequent, there are some old ministers and family members in the secret planning chaos, there are surrounding forces outside, His Royal Highness the prince is in charge, the meaning of the prince is to ask the princess to assist His Royal Highness, and now His Royal Highness is all about outside Junshan City, and the affairs of the family still need the princess to come forward to settle the hearts of the people in Junshan City. ”

The old manager's words were short and subtle, and his tone and expression were extremely respectful and sincere.

Jing Lan was smart, and she had already heard the meaning of the old chief or the old Chu king, and Zhao Yi, who was the new prince, had not had time to appease several ministers of the Chu royal palace in Junshan City, as well as several wealthy families whose power could not be underestimated, because of the disasters in Wuzhou City and Nanyang County, he had no time to take care of it.

However, Junshan City is the pivotal place of the Chu Palace, and there can be no accidents, and now that the prince Zhao Yi has left Junshan City, it is inconvenient for the old Chu King to come out again, which requires a person who sits in the center, and at present, the most suitable person is her, the princess.

Du Huangting silently looked at the young and beautiful princess in front of him, and saw that her face was calm and her eyes were calm, so he nodded secretly, thinking that this Miss Jing family was indeed as rumored by the outside world, she was not a simple woman, and under her fame, there was no vain.

Seeing that Jinglan didn't say anything, Du Huangting said again: "What the prince means, it's best for the princess not to directly face those people who have a heart, but to act in secret, so that the room for maneuver will be greater, and there will be no direct conflict with those people, and everything will wait until the prince returns to the city before making the final plan." ”

Jing Lan finally nodded slightly, and agreed with Du Huangting's words, in fact, she didn't need to be told by the old King of Chu, she would do the same, whether it was for Zhao Yi or the Jing family.

Jinglan opened her mouth and said, "Manager Du, I want to meet my uncle, I don't know when it will be convenient for him to be an old man?"

"The prince has instructed that the princess can go to see him at any time. ”

Jinglan nodded, stopped talking, and turned to leave.

Du Huangting's words came from behind him: "The prince said that it is a matter of the safety of Chudi and the palace, and the children of the palace have the responsibility to go to the soup." ”

Jing Lan stopped suddenly, but she didn't look back, she didn't make a sound, but the look on her face became solemn, and the words of the old king of Chu were clearly saying that if there was a need, those lords could also be sacrificed.

After Jinglan and the maid Qingluan left, Du Huangting left from another garden path.

Zhao Yi, who was hundreds of miles away, didn't have the heart to take care of the undercurrents in Junshan City, nor did he experience the bitterness and tenderness in the heart of his wife.

He was standing at the foot of Luofu Mountain at the moment, looking up at the majestic mountain, and he was suddenly a little discouraged in his heart.

Facing Luofu Mountain, which was shrouded in clouds and mist, Zhao Yi felt like a mortal looking up at the holy land outside the party, and he really couldn't muster up the courage to set foot in that pure land.

Zhao Yi lingered at the foot of the mountain for a long time, looking full of worries.

The petite woman who was his personal bodyguard, holding the reins in one hand, stood silently aside, staring at the young master with great interest, she was not as cold and lonely as the witch sword, nor as cold and lonely as the witch sword, and there was always a lively air all over her body.

Just as the petite woman was staring at Zhao Yi in a daze, he turned his head to look at her, and suddenly the petite woman's face changed suddenly, and she lowered her head in a panic.

But I heard the young master say, "Let's go, let's go up the mountain." ”