It's spring again, and the street market is gradually becoming lively, and the originally stagnant news in the capital seems to heat up with the weather, slowly flowing, and some things that are not known to the common people are gradually being reported.

It turned out that Murong Ju did not die in the fire earlier, and even left a breath to gather a large team to revive Da Jiao, but time has passed, and the current world is Qi Yao's, although the latter is sometimes too ruthless, but the former is an out-and-out faint king, the people are living a rich and prosperous life, and those who are satisfied can no longer be satisfied, and they have scolded Murong Ju as a thief in their hearts, taking Qi Yao as a faith, and chattering three times a day, just hoping that the world will not be chaotic again.

"Your Majesty, he is lurking in Nanshan." Xuanyi sent someone to track it down, but this news took Qi Yao nearly two years.

"Nanshan?" Qi Yao's eyes were slightly cold.

"Yes...... Some people say that they have been active on the mountain for a long time, and the people at the bottom of the mountain are afraid that they are mountain bandits and go to report to the officials, but no one in the government pays attention to them. Xuan Yi said and presented some of the scrolls to Qi Yao.