"Young master, follow me, I'll be here in a while." He said that he had not yet met his master, and there would still be risks along the way.

Steward Wu looked at the majestic palace not far away and took a breath, no matter how many times he came, he was like the first time, the palace was still so solemn to him, which made him afraid.

He couldn't help but glance back at the young man, the young man's face was light, his expression was calm, even if he walked in the palace avenue, he was still as tall as a pine, without losing his bearing and demeanor, so that Steward Wu couldn't help but admire.

After all, the young master is a young master, and it is different from those of them who are slaves and maids, Steward Wu smiled and turned his head again.

yes, can it be the same? The young master is a real dragon, that's right, the young master is a real dragon, he is the housekeeper who has served the real dragon for half his life, the master explained, and he has been serving the young master in the future, and Steward Wu is a little proud.

The body that was still standing just now straightened up in an instant, and a smile appeared on his face.

The two of them walked on the square in front of the main hall, it was meal time, the square was empty, and the cold wind blew, bringing a burst of coldness.

Steward Wu carefully carried the food box, as soon as the wind blew, the rice in the food box must have been cold a long time ago, but who cares about this.

What the master cares about is to see the young master, and the young master cares about naturally being able to see the master, in this glorious palace in the future, these two people will be the masters of this palace, they will stand in front of people in a dignified manner, as long as they pass the last difficulty, everything will be extremely Tai Lai.

Not far away, the leader of the guards walked out of a corner, looking at the two figures in the empty square, one tall and one short, the leader of the guards stared at the young man fixedly, rubbed his eyes, looked over, and rubbed his eyes again, to make sure that he was not mistaken.

It's really the masked boy from last night, and with that kind of appearance, it's hard for the head of the guard to forget.

This time, the head of the guards almost wanted to scold his mother, why did he come again.

Last night, he didn't sleep all night, and when the sky was blue and bright, the night was finally safe, he meditated on Amitabha Buddha in his heart, and the masked boy finally escaped safely and escaped from the palace.

How could he never have imagined that only one night later, he would walk into the palace again in such a grand manner, and he would be so idle and panicked?

This time, he even brought a servant with him.

His grandmother's, really the palace is his home, he can come when he wants, he can leave when he wants, he has to drag him to death, where did Princess Mingzhu know this madman.

The leader of the guards walked straight at him, and he had to tell him not to linger in the palace again.

He was timid, and sooner or later some of them were scared to death.

Sycamore looked at someone striding towards him, frowned, and shook his head at him secretly.

Steward Wu saw that the leader of the guards stopped keenly, and the leader of the guards had already walked in front of the two of them, and when he saw Wutong's expression, he glanced at Steward Wu, passed the two of them, and walked over.

Steward Wu looked at the direction where the leader of the guards was going, stunned for a moment, and felt weird.

When this janissary came straight over just now, it was clear that he was coming for them, and he passed like nothing without thinking about it.

Seeing Wutong staring at the man, Steward Wu asked, "Young Master, do you know this person?" ”

Wutong turned around and shook his head at him, "I don't know, how can I know the people in the palace, Steward Hu let's go, don't let my father wait for a long time." ”

Steward Wu thought about it, the young master has been in Binzhou all the year round, how many days has he only been in Kyoto, no matter what happens, the people in the palace will not be involved, he thinks too much.

"Young master, you follow me, in the palace in front." Steward Wu stretched out his hand and pointed with joy on his face.

Looking at the splendid palace in the distance, Wutong's face sank, and he quickly lowered his eyes.

That's the Qinghui Palace, the palace where the emperor often stays in the daily review and review, how could the original father be in the Qinghui Palace? In the blink of an electric thought, Wutong Fu was very refreshed, thinking of what Fei'er had said to him during the day.

Wutong's heart shook violently, and a different color flashed in her lowered eyes, Fei'er guessed correctly.

It is really possible for the father to transfer the bag, and now it is not the father who is sitting on the dragon chair of the Qinghui Palace, but the original father.

Even though he already had a guess in his heart, Sycamore was deeply shocked.

If this matter is made public, the Great Jingchao will definitely set off stormy waves.

And he only sees the tip of the iceberg, and there are still many mysteries that have not been solved.

For example, what is the identity of the original father, who has been hidden in Binzhou for so many years, how did he arrive at the palace and sit in that supreme position again.

With the ability of the false emperor, it is impossible for one person to do such a big thing, someone must help him, and this person will have no one else except the eldest princess.

So how did the eldest princess know him? How could he be at the mercy of the eldest princess's arrangement and be willing to be a puppet.

Maybe he was unwilling to be a puppet again, how could the eldest princess and her aunt trust him?

And what is there between them that no one knows?

A lot of things are like a mess, and Sycamore can't figure it out.

"Young Master." Steward Wu screamed softly.

Sycamore came back to his senses, "Oh." ”

"Here we are." He said, excitement and excitement hidden in his voice.

"Young Master should be mentally prepared, wait a minute, no matter what happens, don't be overly surprised, what you see is absolutely true."

Wutong nodded at Steward Hu, and he wouldn't be surprised if Steward Hu said anything now.

There was not a single guard in front of the temple gate, which had already been arranged to arrange for him to come in.

Steward Hu pushed open the door of the hall, and the heavy door of the hall slowly opened in front of the two of them, and Steward Hu raised his hand to him and motioned for him to enter, "Young master, I am guarding the door, you and the master have anything to say." ”

Thinking really thoughtfully, Wutong tugged at the corners of his mouth, and after he entered, the door of the temple slowly closed again, creaking, heavy and depressing.

Wutong raised his head and looked over, Qinghui Hall is still Qinghui Palace, but it is different, the furnishings are still the original furnishings, but the Qinghui Hall is surrounded by heavy curtains, and the dark black fabric surrounds the entire palace, the air is heavy and depressing, making people breathless.

My father likes the sun the most, so the curtains in the Qinghui Hall are almost all transparent or light-colored curtains, and when the breeze blows, the curtains flutter and the air is fresh.

The father said that the office must be comfortable, only when people are comfortable, they will be handy when they do things, and obviously this suffocating arrangement will not be what the father said he liked.

My father doesn't like it, but some people do, a person who always lives in the dark, some habits can never be changed, sure enough, it was him, it was he who pretended to be his father, and sat in that supreme position, it was he who killed his mother and him, and ordered Fei'er to be killed.

Wutong's hand clenched tightly, and the starry eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the figure lying on the soft couch in the corner.