On the second day, the two got up early, went out of the world and sat in a carriage in the imperial capital for a day, the imperial capital was established for thousands of years, after three dynasties, the city building is simple and atmospheric, the city streets are wide and neat, there are rows of trees planted on both sides of the road, those trees are towering trees, it can be seen that the age is very long, and there are wide drainage facilities on both sides of the road, it can be seen that the people who built the city are very aware of the city architecture. For Fengzhao, who grew up in the imperial capital since he was a child, he is familiar with every aspect of this capital, but for Yueming, who came to the imperial capital for the first time, it is very fresh and surprising. Yanjing, the capital of Yanlong Kingdom, where Yueming was born since he was a child, was already a very delicate and beautiful capital in his eyes, but on this day he was shocked by the atmospheric prosperity of the imperial capital. The whole city is divided into four main streets, each street is reasonably laid out, and the shops are lined up without clutter, Yueming looks very seriously, and silently compares with Yanjing City in his heart. The palace of the Great Dragon Dynasty is in the north of the highest terrain in the whole city, the palace is magnificent and magnificent, and the highest palace in the palace can overlook the whole city. There is a main city gate with two small gates on each side of the imperial palace on each side, a wide moat surrounds the imperial city, and there is a very broad and flat square outside the south gate of the imperial city, which is usually the place where the people rest and walk, and once the war occurs, this square is the place where the soldiers review and go out on the expedition. Sitting in the carriage, the two were in completely different moods, Fengzhao was full of sadness, while Yueming was attentive to remember the excellent places of the imperial capital in his mind, thinking about how to transform Yanjing City after returning to Yanlong. At noon, the two returned to Huitianxia for dinner, played chess and rested separately.

When you were there, Feng Zhao told him that he was going to go to the Xuan Palace's mansion to investigate in the evening, and Yue Ming did not stop him, he had expected that Feng Zhao would do this, and it was impossible for anyone to go back to the door for ten years. In the middle of the night, a carriage drove into the east city, slowly passed, did not stop in the palace of the king of Xuan, continued to drive into the darkness, the wind and the light and the light flew out of the car when the carriage passed the gate of the palace of the king of Xuan, into the courtyard of the palace, the wind paused for a moment, carefully looked at the surrounding qiē, only to see that the ancient and elegant palace in the past has been a piece of barren grass and indescribable desolation, and the houses in the courtyard are dark and lifeless. Fengzhao walked slowly, towards the main room in front of him, which was the room where his father dealt with affairs, and walked to the door, he was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and gently pushed towards the door, squeak, the heavy door was pushed open, just enough to enter a person, he slowly stepped in, and waited at the door naturally, although it was midnight, but it did not affect Fengzhao's eyesight, he saw that the tables, chairs and benches in the house did not move, only all the decorations in the house were gone, he watched silently, his heart was full of childhood memories, in this room he saw his father on the side of the affairs, and his mother was helping to grind beside him, their occasional glance and smile at each other seemed to be right in front of them. After being silent for a long time, he quietly withdrew, all the way to the back yard, this yard is full of plum trees, because no one has taken care of it for a long time, the wild grass grows as tall as plum trees, the wind is quietly walking in the plum forest, there is no sound under his feet, and he thinks about the scene of his father and mother enjoying the plum trees in winter, and he seems to be in a dream. Walking slowly, looking slowly, the garden, rockery, pond, pavilions and pavilions are still there, but people go to the empty house and can't say the sadness. After a long time, Limeng behind him whispered: "Young master, the time has come." Fengzhao was speechless, in the dark, his eyes were shining, for a long time he said softly to Limeng: "Go" The two jumped up, and at the moment when they flew out of the courtyard wall, Fengzhao turned his head and looked back at the courtyard for the last time, and turned around and entered the carriage that was passing by the palace of King Xuan, sitting in the car, Fengzhao fell into a long contemplation, and the Limeng on one side was also full of sadness and desolation.

At this time, there is a remote courtyard on Dijing South Street, there are several houses in the courtyard, one of which has a hazy light in the window, and in the room there is a young man in a pure white brocade dress sitting at the table with an indifferent and cold face, it is Yueming, next to him is a young man who looks like a literati stands solemnly, only to hear Yueming ask: "How many of our people are in the palace?" The young man with the appearance of a literati replied respectfully: "There are seven people, but none of them are in the main position." After a long time, Yueming asked lightly: "Can you inquire about the whereabouts of the prince and the princess." "No, my subordinates have instructed the spies in the palace to find out the princess and the princess. After a moment of silence, Yueming said slowly: "Huitianxia is a person from the Ningjun Palace, and if you meet in the future, you must get out of the way." The literati clenched his fists and bowed and replied, "Your subordinates obey the order." "Also, draw me a drawing of the Imperial Palace, the more detailed the better, and mark all the important buildings." After speaking, Yueming got up and walked out of the door, and when he went out, he said softly;" I was immediately notified of the news of the prince and the princess. The man had disappeared without a trace, and only the literati in a daze was left in the room.

Besides, when Fengzhao returned to Huitianxia, Yueming was already waiting for him quietly in his house, and when he entered the door, he saw Yueming standing with his hands in his hands, Fengzhao didn't speak, just walked lightly on the recliner in the house and lay down, closed his eyes, didn't speak for a long time, and the house was quiet. Yueming looked at the moon outside the window lightly, for a long time, took out a jade flute from his arms, and blew it gently, the flute sound was melodious, in this cold and lonely late autumn night, it sounded so desolate and sad, like the ice and snow of winter, and it didn't take long for the flute to become no longer desolate, as if there was a faint spring breeze blowing, the river thawed, the stream was clear and flowing, and then the flute changed again, as if the valley was full of flowers, waterfowl Xiangji, there was a child's laughter, the wind shone and listened, with the flute sound of the ups and downs, the mood slowly became better, and then he remembered Yaoling, the little girl in the pink skirtRemembering that she fed him pastries, remembering that she bit his knee, remembering that she had memorized boring herb names for him, his heart gradually felt warm. A hint of a smile and a trace of longing climbed into his eyes, and suddenly the sound of the flute fell, and then there was no sound, Fengzhao was suddenly annoyed, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you blow?" "If you don't sleep, others will sleep." Yueming said indifferently. Then he slowly dismantled his flute into three sections and carried it in his arms, Yueming's flute was designed by himself, and a piece of high-quality green jade was made into a jade flute and in order to be easy to carry, he divided the jade flute into three sections, connected with two gold rings in the middle, and stuck with a gold ring buckle when used, when not in use, only need to remove the gold ring buckle flute to become three sections, and the gold ring buckle was inlaid with high-quality silk cotton in the middle to prevent trills when playing, watching Yueming slowly dismantle his flute, Feng Zhaoxin secretly thought: This guy always knows my heart. After two days of stability, Feng Zhao said to Yueming: "Tomorrow is the annual chrysanthemum exhibition in the imperial capital. If you want to go, go and see it. "Yueming knows that each capital has its own flower show, like Yanlong is located in the south of the year, flowers bloom all year round, so there is an annual flower exhibition, and the chrysanthemum exhibition in Dijing He has also heard of it for a long time, I heard that every year to the chrysanthemum exhibition, those who love chrysanthemums and raise chrysanthemums will move out their best chrysanthemums for others to watch and score, good chrysanthemums can be sold to the palace at a high price. Hearing about the chrysanthemum exhibition, Yueming's expressionless face also had a faint smile, and Fengzhao squinted at Yueming, who was smiling slightly, and said, "Cover your face when you go, I don't want to be trampled to death by the woman who looks at you." Yueming's eyes immediately became a little annoyed, but immediately regained their calmness, and he also said lightly to Fengzhao: "Cover your face too." If you don't wait for Yaoling to come back, you'll have to help clean up the women around you. Feng Zhaoden shook his hand and walked away, that guy always disturbed his mind.

On the second day, the two took the carriage early to the south gate square of the palace, only to see that the square that was still open the day before yesterday was already the world of chrysanthemums, the people who enjoyed the flowers had occupied half of the square, there were large and small carriages and sedan chairs parked outside the square, as well as the horses and donkeys that were tied to the horses, etc., were the mounts of the people who watched the flowers, the two took the hat in the car and surrounded the hat with a veil before they got out of the car, got off the car and walked along the crowd, the weather was still exceptionally cold on this day, the cold wind gusted but did not affect the mood of people to appreciate the chrysanthemum. Yueming is the first time to see chrysanthemums, look very carefully, only to see in the cold wind those chrysanthemums are very beautiful, purple and red, through the petals have indescribable beauty, although the autumn is cold, but those chrysanthemums are still luxuriant and flowery. Although they are all chrysanthemums, but each flower is different, some of the thin wisps are like a waterfall cathartic down, some are like heavy color and thick ink painting, some are a flower but two colors, some are like a bird's feather crown, but no matter what, those flowers are presented or light or elegant or cold or lonely or lonely look, looking at these chrysanthemums have always been expressionless moonlight and these chrysanthemums or light or elegant or lonely or proud chrysanthemums have a sense of central communication. He has been growing up in the south, and he sincerely loves the lotus flower in the south, and now he feels that although the lotus flower is noble and elegant, it lacks the arrogance of the chrysanthemum. The two of them walked and watched, today in order not to attract attention, the two deliberately wore a very ordinary ranger to restrain the powerful aura they emitted, I don't know how long they walked like this, and how long they looked at it, they saw several young ladies in gorgeous brocade clothes coming to them, one of them wearing a yellow brocade dress embroidered with a red peony pattern with a veil paused slightly when she was wrong with the wind photo, just waiting for the wind to pass, she turned her head to look at the back of the wind photo, and at this time the moon showed a little ridicule to the wind photo:" You're dressed like this, and someone still notices you. It's a demon. Fengzhao didn't look back, but when he made a mistake with the woman, her slight behavior did not escape his keen perception, and at the same time he also recognized her as the woman who passed by in Huitianxia that day, although he didn't look at her when he went upstairs that day, but the corner of his eye still saw her slightly exposed face and the peony pattern on her body, although they were two different clothes, but the embroidered peony was from the hand of one person. After watching all the way and walking all the way, when he finally returned, Fengzhao actually bought some small white chrysanthemum heads cut by the vendors and brought them back in the slight astonishment of the moonlight. He didn't ask Fengzhao what to buy it for, but a few days later, Fengzhao invited him to taste tea, which was different from other teas with a faint chrysanthemum fragrance, and when he opened the teapot, there were pale yellow chrysanthemums floating in it, and he suddenly understood that Fengzhao bought chrysanthemums to make tea.