Late at night, Soochow, the imperial capital Lin'an. Emperor Yun Zongwan, who was looking at the excerpts, frowned, although he was nearly fifty years old, he still looked very handsome and extraordinary.

The eunuch who was waiting outside pushed open the door and came in, knelt on the ground and reported: "Your Majesty, the third prince asks to see you." ”

"Oh? Call him in. As he spoke, he put down his fold and rubbed his eyes.

Not long after the eunuch went out, a young man wearing a purple robe and a black robe draped over his shoulders walked in and saluted Yun Zongwan first.

Yun Zongwan glanced at him and said, "You're back?" Is your grandfather okay? ”

"Back to my father, although my grandfather suffered from the cold a few days ago, after inviting the young head of the Fu family to see it, he took a few medicines and it was fine."

Yun Zongwan was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, get up, it's not too early, go back and rest." ”

"Yes, Father. Father, it's late, no matter how important the fold is, it's not as important as the father's body, and the father should rest early. When he said this, he finally raised his head and looked at Yun Zongwan.

If Yang Zhirou was here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance as the person who wore bamboo blue clothes in the woods that day, Yunzhao, the third prince of Eastern Wu, Qinghe, and Yang Zhirou's ex-fiancé.

When Yun Zongwan heard his son say this, his heart warmed, but then he thought of something, and washed away the feelings that had just brewed in his heart.

Then he said to Yun Zhao, "You go down first." ”

When Yun Zhao heard this, the hope in his eyes instantly extinguished.

With a wry smile, he stood up, ready to withdraw.

What are you looking forward to, outsiders say that my father loves me very much, and only I know how much my father is guarding himself and the business.

"Wait."

"Father, what else do you command?" Yun Zhao asked respectfully.

"I heard that King Yingchuan has entered Dongwu, you help me watch him a little, but don't touch him, don't think I don't know what your idea is!" He spoke with anger.

"Yes, father, son-in-law."

When he arrived outside the hall, Yun Zhao let go of his clenched hand, and his palm had oozed blood due to excessive force.

Yun Zhao was resentful in his heart, and it was Li Xun again!

When he was eighteen years old, everyone outside was talking about how powerful Li Xun was, and even his father was not his opponent, but he scoffed, feeling that he would not be worse than him on the battlefield, at that time, he had always been favored by his father and mother, and felt that the whole world was his own.

But later, he ran to the front line to ask his father for war, but his father was furious and said, "Nonsense! How can you compare with him. ”

One sentence turned all his self-confidence into dirt and buried in Yingchuan City.

Later, he inadvertently spied on his father persuading the woman to return to Soochow with him in a gentle tone that he had never heard before, only to find that everything he relied on and believed in in the past was just an illusion.

Li Xun and that woman, like a thorn in his heart, must not be eliminated immediately.

The woman was tightly protected by her father and couldn't move herself.

Li Xun himself is active, not only to get out of his heart, but also to prepare for his future ambitions. Although he was not convinced, he had to admit that Li Xun would be his strongest competitor in the future, and it was the safest way to get rid of him now.

But the attitude of the father made his heart even colder, and also made him more determined: Li Xun must be eliminated!

said on the other side, in a ruined temple next to an official road.

In addition to the gate wall and the Buddhist hall in the middle of the temple, the temple is relatively intact, and the other places are dilapidated.

Yang Zhirou and his party, who had been on the road for a day, were resting here.

Lin'an is in the north of Wuzhou, Wancheng is in the southernmost part of Wuzhou, and it is the southernmost and northernmost two cities of Eastern Wu.

Take a break at night, and if you continue your journey tomorrow, you won't be there until the afternoon.

Yang Zhirou is sitting on the stone steps in front of the broken temple looking at the sky in a daze, probably because there is no pollution, the sky here is very beautiful, and the night sky at night is even more starry. If the eldest brother is here, he will definitely be very excited, he loves to study astrology the most.

Xiaohe and Geng Laohan were cooking porridge on the makeshift fire to satisfy everyone's hunger, Huzi and Fu Kang were chattering on the side and didn't know what they were discussing, while the sick scholar was looking at Yang Zhirou sitting at the door in a daze.

The sick scholar felt that it must be his own delusion, he had no revenge, why did he think that it was good to be like this now, and even wanted to go on like this forever. Shaking his head, he forced himself to stop thinking about it.

At this time, five people on the official road in the distance rode horses towards the broken temple.

The first two men in green clothes took the lead in dismounting and walked to Yang Zhirou, who was sitting on the stone steps outside the gate, and one of them asked: "Girl, we are passing by, and now it is too late to hurry, I want to spend the night, I don't know if it is possible?" ”

Yang Zhirou squinted at him, did not answer, but said to the man in the azure robe who was still sitting on the horse: "I am not the master here, there is no master here, you are free." ”

The man saw Yang Zhirou talking to him, revealing half of his face hidden in the mink scarf, smiled and said to Yang Zhirou: "Thank you girl, tell me the truth, excuse me." ”

After saying that, he handed the horse to the two people in front of him, and walked into the temple first.

Yang Zhirou was stunned when she saw his face, Yang Zhirou felt that Long Zhang's demeanor and natural nature may describe a person like him, not only good-looking, but also outstanding temperament.

Yang Zhirou also followed them in after they entered the temple, and after entering, they saw Xiaohe and they all consciously ran to the left side of the Buddha hall, and when they saw Yang Zhirou coming in, they all looked at her with inquiring eyes.

Yang Zhirou said: "They are also in a hurry, and if they want to rest here, you can do whatever you want." ”

Everyone was relieved to listen to her words.

Yang Zhirou made a bed for herself with dry straw, and then took out a few sleeping bags made of quilts from the carriage she bought before leaving Wancheng.

He handed over the rest to Xiaohe, and then spread his sleeping bag on the straw and burrowed into it like a caterpillar.

At this time, a few chuckles came from behind.

Yang Zhirou turned around and lay in her sleeping bag, then looked at the other side of the Buddhist hall.

After those people entered the temple, they found that this was a ruined temple that no one lived in, and Yang Zhirou was also in a hurry like them.

Yang Zhirou and his party of six people, old and young, male and female, did not look like a family, but unexpectedly harmonious, what was even more strange was that these people seemed to obey the words of the girl who was like a porcelain doll at the door just now. I was secretly surprised to see Yang Zhirou take out six beds like quilts and pockets from the carriage in the yard, and I was curious about what this was for, so I saw Yang Zhirou put the quilt on the straw, and then slowly squirmed into it like an insect, which was very cute.

Knowing the usefulness of these things, and then seeing Yang Zhirou's cute actions, several people, including the man in the azure robe, laughed.

The man in blue clothes that day, when he saw Yang Zhirou looking at him, said with a smile: "Don't mind, girl, I'm not making fun of the girl, I just think the girl's things are very special."

Yang Zhirou ignored him, turned over and faced the roof, and began to dream of Zhou Gong.

Just about to brew sleepiness, the person behind spoke again: "My surname is Xiao, my name is good, I don't know what to call the girl." ”

The sick scholar who had been watching the situation here came over, blocked the man's sight of Yang Zhirou, and then said, "In Xia Gengjie, my young lady has been running around for a day and is a little tired, so please don't disturb my son." ”

"That's it, don't you see that our girls are all asleep, why are you so blind." Fu Kang, who had been discussing the problem with Huzi in the corner just now, also came over to help. Although he doesn't know what the girl's origin is, but looking at her usual style, she is a low-key person who can keep a low profile, and the origin of these people is unknown, so they can't pay too much attention to the girl.

"You!" The entourage beside the man in azure clothes was very angry when he heard Old Man Fu say this, and he just wanted to refute. But the man raised his hand to stop him.

The man raised his eyebrows after seeing Fu Kang's appearance clearly, and after listening to Fu Kang's words, his face flashed, and he clenched his fists and said, "It's abrupt." Then he lowered his head and said no more, as if he was thinking about something.