On the second day, the two left Jicheng early and headed in the direction of Yongguan.

When leaving the west gate of Jicheng, Yueming seemed to inadvertently look at a carriage parked by the city gate, and sighed softly in her heart, but Yaoling was unconscious.

Sitting in the carriage was a sad-looking thistle. He quietly lifted the corner of the curtain and looked at the woman in the morning light who had made his heart haunted by his dreams. Listening to her soft drinking, I only felt pain in my heart. "What if I meet you first?" he asked the woman in his heart.

When Yaoling and Yueming passed through Yongguan, they only made a short stop, and then embarked on the road back to the imperial capital again. From beginning to end, Qin Yuan didn't dare to reveal a trace of information about Qin Min's arrival in the barracks.

This time, the Yao Ling on horseback was like an arrow, and he was not in any mood to look at the scenery on the side of the road. The moonlight on the side followed closely.

"Miss. Yan'er gently handed the crying Qin Min a brocade handkerchief, her face full of sadness.

The carriage was already not far from the imperial capital.

Along the way, Qin Min wanted to approach Fengzhao several times, but he silently avoided him. She couldn't even get into his carriage. That hateful coachman, always keeping her in the way.

Such a move caused the wind river in the car behind to laugh.

Fenghe was very depressed, trembling along the way, not knowing what would be waiting for him when he returned to the imperial capital, and his heart was swishing cold when he thought of the flat and wide square at the south gate of the imperial city.

He had tried to get some news from the two eagle guards who had escorted him, but the two blindfolded ones didn't take him seriously.

But he didn't dare to woo them too much.

As for Qin Min, he has long stopped taking her in his eyes, and he doesn't want such a woman to lift his shoes in the future.

For Qin Min, he still has a layer of hatred hidden deep in his heart, not that he hates her for not taking himself in his eyes. Instead, he hated her for pestering Chang Yuening.

When he heard his uncle Wu Bo say that Chang Yuening went to Kudu to avoid Qin Min's entanglement, Feng He knew that her actions had directly led to the loss of food.

If Chang Yue Ning was here, even if those Ji people coerced him, they would not be able to take away the food, and Feng He firmly believed in this understanding.

And now for the expressionless Yanlongning County King with a cold face on the carriage in front. He was only afraid. Afraid that his eyes as cold as an ice cellar would kill him.

It's just that deep in his heart, he vaguely had some doubts, that day in Qin Min's camp. He was going to kill him, and he was sure of that.

At that time, the murderous aura emanating from his body froze his heart.

But in the end, he let him go. And at that moment, he saw a soft heartache quickly pass through his eyes. Although it was only a blink of an eye, it was still in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen that look somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a long time.

Along the way, he didn't dare to see him. Always avoided him. Thinking that his life and death were in the hands of that frozen Chang Yuening, he felt a sense of discouragement in his heart.

Seeing that Qin Min was cheeky and wanted to get close to Chang Yuening again and again, he had nothing but ridicule and contempt. The others miss the palace maid who is always quietly and silently called Yun'er in the distant capital. Every time I think of her, my heart is throbbing and warm.

And Chang Ruoli in the imperial capital is still living her quiet life. From time to time, Feng Qing would come to the Qingli Palace to listen to her play the piano quietly, or watch her embroider a wedding dress for Feng Qiao, and now she is no longer as cold and warm to him as before. From time to time, he would accompany him to taste tea and gossip, which made Feng Qing seem to see some hope. It's just that he didn't know that every time he looked at him after he left, there was always a trace of unbearability in his bright eyes.

Feng Ze lived in the side courtyard of the Xuan Wang's Mansion, and managed the affairs of the Xuan Wang's Mansion instead of Feng Zhao, and also took on the things that the Prince's Mansion should do. He was originally a quiet person, living in the pure Xuanwang Mansion, but he was much more comfortable than in the palace, and he would regularly take Wu Yu to the City God Temple to help those begging people.

It's just that Wu's mother disappeared without a trace in the early morning one day, and Feng Ze sent someone to look for it, but there was no news.

And in the evening of this day, when the sun was about to set, in the last house on the south street of Dijing, the beautiful young woman finally cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Not long after, there were five knocks on the door outside the door, not big, not small, not in a hurry. The young woman put down the broom in her hand and gently opened the door, and the burly man with a hat in a gray robe stepped into the door silently. He handed the sword in his hand to the young woman, took the broom, and swept it up neatly.

The young woman entered the side room, and after a while, she brought out a plate of steaming food and walked towards the main house.

After sweeping the yard, the man washed his hands, went into the main room, sat down at the table, and ate with a big gulp. The candles in the house had been lit, and the flickering candles were dimly shining, quiet and warm.

The man took two bites, looked at the young woman opposite, and saw that there was a faint worry in her big bright eyes under her curly eyelashes, and his heart ached slightly.

"Today, the news came back that the civil strife in Molong has been calmed down, the old king of Molong has returned to heaven, the new king of Molong has ascended the throne, and has sent envoys to Dalong to officially mention the marriage. He whispered to the young woman opposite.

A hint of joy rose in the young woman's eyes, "So, Yao'er has already helped Prince Molong succeed, right?"

The man nodded, "Yes, the news that came back said that she and Prince Ming had already set off for Yongguan, but" The man hesitated, and the young woman opposite immediately became nervous in her eyes, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Not really, it's just that the emperor has ordered King Ningjun to return to the imperial capital with the eldest prince, and I'm afraid that Yao'er won't be able to see him when he arrives in Yongguan. He said softly.

"Oh," the young woman sighed softly, her nervous expression relaxing considerably.

"If nothing happens, I will always return to Dijingde. There was Jiang Li's unique euphemism in the soft tone.

"I was just afraid that she would be in danger in Molong, but fortunately, it's okay. At the end, she added softly, and two crystalline lights quietly lit up in the corners of her eyes.

The man on the other side looked at the two bright tears in her eyes, his brows were slightly twisted together, and there was contemplation in his eyes. "When she comes back this time, you still recognize her, and you always hide like this and secretly break your heart alone, which will hurt your body. ”

"No, I must not recognize her. Suddenly, the young woman stood up from her chair and looked agitated.

"I can't tarnish her reputation. "She didn't say anything, and tears were already falling.

The man hurriedly stood up beside her, not knowing how to persuade her, and the expression on his face was anxious and heartbroken.

"For so many years, I have been thinking about Yao'er all the time, although it was a last resort to abandon her back then, but after all, I am sorry for her, and now I see that she lives so happily, how can I recognize her?"

At this point, the young woman paused for a moment, and then continued in a low voice: "And I don't have the strength or courage to open the scabbed scar in front of her. After saying that, a tear slipped down in an instant, and she turned around and hurried out of the door.

The man in the room stood for a long time, and under the flickering lamp and candle, he looked more and more burly and depressed.

Liao Zeru drove the carriage directly to the palace. Inside the car, a dark green brocade suit gave a faint order. The slender fingers as jade twisted up a white jade chess piece and fell down gently. Then he turned to the side of the handsome and resolute face and faced the rolling mountains outside the car window.

At this moment, you can already see the pine and cypress among the peaks outside the southern city of Dijing in the distance.

Along the way, he avoided Qin Min and the Wind River, and only thought of Yaoling in his heart. This time the difference is the longest since the two studied medicine at Yaoling.

I don't know if Yaoling knew about Qin Min, thinking of the words that Yaoling asked someone to bring back when she left him, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but pull a smile.

"You are the only one in my life. He whispered to the woman who was on the way home. (To be continued)