Jing Hong thought about the content on the paper for a while, and then said: "In addition to the palace people of Guangming Palace, there are also a few people who have escaped from the summer resort, and the first one is the Zhu Shunu who testified to His Royal Highness. Girl...... Her Royal Highness the princess had previously told her subordinates that this person was Du Zheng, that is, the silver-faced girl. On the night of the incident, there was a lot of chaos in Shoucheng Palace, and I don't know when she ran away, but no one noticed it. ”

"There are only a lot of people who escaped that night. There should be someone else?" said Huan Zicheng lightly.

"Yes, my lord. Jinghong swallowed his saliva, thought sideways for a while, and then said: "There is also the Huo Nei family and his father Huo Zhijian next to the Third Highness, who is actually also from the Second Highness's side. The Third Highness later confessed that the reason why he suddenly became troubled that night was because the Huo Nei family handed him a message, telling him that the Jiang family had obtained a secret letter from Surabaya, and it was determined that the elite of the Huan family had been destroyed, and the Third Highness felt that the Huan family was gone, and in order to make a contribution in front of His Majesty, he made it clear about the Huifeng Palace and the thirteen ladies. ”

Huan Zicheng listened expressionlessly, Jing Hong quietly looked at his expression, and his voice became softer and softer: "Huo Nei's family has now been imprisoned, only Huo Zhijian and a dark stake named A Xia are all on the run. She said as if she remembered something, and added: "That Ah Xia originally worked in a jewelry shop, and Ah Pu once entrusted her to hand things outside. ”

Huan Zicheng's face turned cold again, and he asked lightly, "Have you drawn a shadow pattern?"

"It's painted, it's Ning Zhiyuan. Jinghong said, raised his hand to the sideburns, and smiled lightly: "He painted very expressively, and the speed was also very fast, including the portraits of Mo Buli, Zhou Jilie, Shi Youde and others, all of them were painted." It's hard for him to be fast, and he is not tired of drawing hundreds of pictures, and now it should have been transmitted to the south. ”

"South......" Huan Zicheng's footsteps stopped slightly, as if he was a little distracted, and his face was as cold as ice and snow.

Seeing this, Jinghong quietly moved back half a step.

Even though his lord can only be regarded as half a general, and his martial arts are really not very clever, every time he sinks his face, Jinghong will feel a little hairy in his heart.

Ever since he was a teenager, he had often made Kyunghiro feel that way. Now, the former boy has held great power and ruled the world, and the momentum on his body has naturally grown, becoming more and more terrifying.

After coming out of his mind for a while, Huan Zicheng flicked his sleeves indifferently: "Prepare the car, go home." ”

Jinghong flew out as if he had been amnestied, and in a short time, a carriage came from the west side of the square, and the one who drove the horse was the dumb slave, and the one who followed the car was the burning qin.

"Lang Jun has done a good job?" After a long distance, Yanqin beckoned to Huan Zicheng, and his crisp voice spread far away.

Huan Zicheng was accustomed to a cold face, but with a little gentleness, he nodded and did not speak.

The carriage quickly approached, and Yanqin jumped out of the car first, opened the door attentively, lifted the brocade curtain, and said with a smile: "Lang Jun get in the car quickly, it's cold today, the car has a charcoal stove, and hot tea is prepared, Lang Jun quickly go up and warm up." ”

He still loves to talk, and he doesn't stop talking, but Huan Zicheng can also make him noisy, and the expression on his face is always very soft.

In this life, this talkative and optimistic little guy should be able to live to a long time.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he sat in the car.

The car is still the same as the original, simple and elegant, and no one will take a second look when walking on the street.

Huan Zicheng lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

Deshengmen Street is still lively, pedestrians and vehicles are staggered, and the noise is coming.

The world is changing, the world is poor, but the life that should be lived should continue to be lived, and the life that should be lived must also be lived.

Lowering the curtain, Huan Zicheng poured himself a cup of tea.

At that moment, the softness on his face was gone.

Huan Mansion is located in the best location in the east of the city, not very far from Deshengmen Street, after a stick of incense, the carriage has stopped in front of the side gate of Huan Mansion.

The dumb slave handed the whip to Yanqin, patted him lightly on the head, motioned for him to hand over the cart to the stable, and then took a few steps forward and led Huan Zicheng into the gate.

Huanfu, which had experienced a fire, has now begun to be renovated, and everywhere you go, you can smell the smell of fresh paint, and the servants are busy back and forth, carrying new household goods, sewing curtains, and trimming flowers and trees, and there are people everywhere.

Seeing Huan Zicheng walk in, the servants in the house stopped their work one after another, avoided standing by the road, and bowed down.

At this point, Huan Zicheng is no longer the expressionless appearance of his usual face.

He smiled slightly, raised his hand and motioned for the servants to get up, and occasionally met one or two old servants, and stopped to say hello, with a very cordial attitude.

Seeing such Huan Zicheng, the old servant wiped his tears and sighed, "If the old man is healthy, he will be happy to come."

Listening to the emotion and admiration coming from behind him, the smile on Huan Zicheng's face quickly faded.

The courtyard is deep and bleak.

The further you went, the fewer the servants there were, and the more the walls were scorched by the fire.

It wasn't until after turning a vase door that the scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

Compared with the new look of the front yard and the decline and decay of the back yard, behind this vase door is another world.

Towering trees enclose half of the sky, and even if there are no leaves, they still seem to be able to sprinkle shade all over the ground. Under the tree, there is a clear pool, the sound of the water is loud, the smoke floats, it is actually a natural hot spring. The spring water flows gracefully, along a small ditch dug out of the surrounding area, the faint white mist is steaming in the courtyard everywhere, the pavilions in the distance, the eaves of the corridor nearby, are shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

"Father, how are you doing these days?" Huan Zicheng asked lightly, but he was asking the dumb slave behind him.

The dumb slave bowed: "Lord Huidu, Ning Zong has stopped the medicine, and the old man has been in a much better state recently, and now he can barely say a few words." ”

"Very good. Huan Zicheng nodded, turned to the verandah, and after a while, he came to a fine house.

The window of the second room in the west of the ashram was wide open, and in front of the window sat a middle-aged man with gray hair.

It's Huan Daofei.

I don't know how long he had been sitting here, the tips of his hair and beard were dripping, and he looked at his son striding with a cold expression, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched down.

That is his usual action, in the past, whenever he saw his eldest son, Huan Daofei's face would have such a look, as if he was very optimistic about his eldest son, and as if he was explaining to the world that the eldest son of the Huan family was very unsuccessful, and he, as a father, had to take care of it more.