Forcing himself to calm down, Zou Youheng decided to carefully analyze the situation that day.

Sunny is not a fool, he is even a very smart person. Such a person, even at the most critical juncture, will not say meaningless things to some inconsequential people for no reason.

If the "Ye Xiaoyu" in his mouth was not the one that Zou Youheng knew, then his words that day would have lost their meaning. Because Zou Youheng didn't know that Ye Xiaoyu, there were so many people with the same name and surname, in the vast sea of people, it was tantamount to looking for a needle in the sea, even if it was passing by, Zou Youheng couldn't find out.

So the "Ye Xiaoyu" in Qinglang's mouth must be the one he knows, the one in Rongzhou. And when Zou Youheng confirmed it with him that day, Qinglang did not deny it.

Maybe he finally risked his life to save himself, just so that he could go and pass a message to Ye Xiaoyu.

Although there is no way to know the relationship between Qinglang and Ye Xiaoyu, and there is no way to know how Qinglang knew that he knew Ye Xiaoyu, but this line of thinking should probably make some sense, right?

Zou Youheng comforted himself silently in his heart.

He is probably the most irresponsible and ungrateful person in the world, leaving the last words of his life-saver behind, and then constantly using his own cleverness to comfort his guilt.

"What are you still sitting?! The guests are waiting for you......"

The shopkeeper poked his head out and shouted in front.

"Oh, here it is—"

Zou Youheng answered, picked up the rag placed next to him, and hurriedly walked out.

In the past, the young and frivolous people on the streets of Rongzhou, fresh clothes and angry horses. It's like a handful of fine sand on a tidal flat, which has long since ceased to exist with Zhou Ming's death.

*

After arranging the various operations of the shop, Ye Xiaoyu embarked on the road to Yuejing alone.

After Wang Huaiqing left, in addition to retaining his share, Ye Xiaoyu readjusted the personnel of each shop under her name, adding the position of shopkeeper, so that those guys could "compete for posts", and she personally designed many links to evaluate those people, in addition to performance. It also includes various aspects such as eloquence and character. And the "competition" was written into the shop rules of Yip Kee Pastry Shop, which is held once a year. In this way, there is pressure not only on those who have become shopkeepers, but also on those who are not chosen. Just work hard. There is a performance. There will always be hope.

The operation of the shop has become customized, and everyone has their own duties, so she can rest assured that she can go to Yuejing, which is thousands of miles away.

She gave up the escorts arranged for her by the yamen. Choose to travel alone on horseback.

"Boss Ye, it's a long way to Yuejing, you'd better follow our arrangements and have someone escort you......"

In the shop on West Street, Tie Yi, who came to see him off, was a little worried.

It's not what it used to be, I don't know how many people in the city covet the industry under Ye Xiaoyu's name, and when they travel alone, no one can tell the danger on the road.

"That's it......"

Ye Xiaoyu said that Tie Yi pulled aside and whispered in his ear.

"This ......"

After hearing this, Tie Yi frowned.

Ye Xiaoyu's idea is not impossible, but why is she unwilling to sit in that carriage?

"Iron guard, just do as I say, if there is anything, I will take care of it myself when the time comes."

Looking at Tie Yi, Ye Xiaoyu patted her chest and packed the ticket.

"Just don't tell anyone. It's like I'm already on that team. ”

Ye Xiaoyu was too stubborn, and Tie Yi had no choice but to agree.

Tian Yuyun and Xiaobao died unexpectedly, especially Xiaobao's death, which made Zou Yu disheartened, although he was still unsmiling on the surface, but Tie Yi could see the despair in his heart.

But no matter how desperate he is, the days still have to go on, and in recent days, a holy decree from the Jingshi came down, and Zou Yu was summoned again.

Zou Youheng has never come back since he went to Yuejing to take the examination in early February, and the group of scholars has not returned. Tie Yi knew everything, so he didn't want to think about that nightmarish plan. It's just that the young master who has been under the fence since he was a child is inevitably the fate that the Zou family has endured after all.

*

"Official, I want to ask, that, is there a letter from Rongzhou recently?"

In the Rongzhou Pavilion in the north of the city, Zou Youheng asked expectantly.

It's been more than three months, no matter what, there should be a reply, right?

"What's your name?"

The little brother in the official uniform asked impatiently while neatly writing letters.

"Zou Youheng, the letter was sent from Rongzhou."

Zou Youheng's voice trembled a little.

"Well, there are two here, but both are returned."

The little brother searched through the pile of letters, turned out two letters, and put them on the counter in front.

"This, all returned? How so? Is my address very clear? ……”

Zou Youheng was incredulous.

"The reason for the return, it is very clearly written, you can see for yourself."

The little brother ignored him and continued to be busy with the work at hand.

"If there is no such person at the original site, how can there be no such person? Lin Chengshou Lin Houye's family is a big family in Rongzhou City, just find someone on the street and ask, how can there be no such person? ”

Zou Youheng asked.

"And this one, this ......"

When he saw the label on the other letter, Zou Youheng's heart suddenly cooled in half, and he was speechless for a while.

- I saw two words written on it: "Refuse".

Reject?

The people of the Zou family actually refused to accept it?

Even if he hasn't heard from him since he came to Yuejing, even if his name is written on the envelope?

"Official, I want to ask, is the prefect of Rongzhou City surnamed Zou?"

Zou Youheng carefully confirmed.

"That's right, Zou Yu, Zou Governor's Mansion, why are you asking this?"

The official replied without raising his head.

"Nothing big happened in Rongzhou, right?"

Zou Youheng lay on the counter and asked again.

"Big deal? What's the big deal? For example, in today's life, what can be a big deal? ”

There was amusement in the officer's voice.

Zou Youheng did not speak again. With the two returned letters in his hand, he walked out of the hotel silently.

Outside, the sunset was all over the sky, and the red light spread out on the horizon, as if it had accidentally caught fire.

Zhou Ming died, but Lin Zucheng was nowhere to be found.

The letter sent to the home was unexpectedly returned.

Zou Youheng could no longer spend time in Yuejing, he returned to the teahouse, hastily settled the salary, took the black horse, and hurriedly set foot on the road to the south.

I hope all of them are a qiē. Don't be too surprised.

*

On the empty official road. Ye Xiaoyu was riding a horse and galloping wildly.

Bumpy along the way, every scenery along the way is no different from a few years ago, but it's a pity that things are not people, this familiar road. Most of the time. It's all her, Ye Xiaoyu, walking alone.

Familiar with the road. Even in the hot summer months, she didn't waste much time on the road. On the thirteenth day, Ye Xiaoyu finally arrived at the boundary of Yuejing with sweat on his face.

I couldn't help but start to get nervous. Because Quanxiu Village is right ahead.

The picture of the resolute decision to go to Rongzhou alone is still vivid, riding a horse on the familiar official road, Ye Xiaoyu seems to see the self at that time.

In the end, she still crossed the entrance of Quanxiu Village and ran directly towards Yuejing. The official escort team is still behind, so there is a gap out of thin air, and she can take advantage of this time to be alone in Yuejing City for a few days.

*

The majestic city gates, moss-mottled city walls, navy blue stone pavements, wide streets and bustling crowds.

The city of Yuejing is as prosperous as ever, as if it was born thousands of years ago.

Covering his face with a big hat, Ye Xiaoyu sat on horseback and wandered around the ancient and brand-new city.

The wine shop tea house on East Street, and the market iron shop on West Street. The pedestrians and street vendors still speak the charm of the Yuejing accent in their mouths.

The evening sun sprinkled on the red walls and green tiles on the side of the street, casting patches of dappled light and shadow on passers-by.

It's as if all the qiē are the same, and it's as if all the qiē have been separated by a thousand years.

Turning over and dismounting, Ye Xiaoyu ordered a bowl of oily noodles at a street stall, and after serving it, he began to devour it.

The continuous rush made her physically and mentally extremely tired, and Ye Xiaoyu's current priority was to find an inn and then take a good bath and sleep.

It's a pity that by the time she realized this, she had already ridden her horse and unconsciously walked to the princess's mansion on Yuejing West Street.

The gate was closed, and there was not even a guard in front of it. The open space under the stairs was full of dead leaves, and at first glance, it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Ye Xiaoyu dismounted and walked to the door, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he accidentally touched the iron ring handle on the door, shaking off the dust on the ground.

She couldn't help but frown.

Looking at it like this, it is estimated that it has been idle for a long time.

Sunny, where will it go?

"Eh, this uncle—"

Ye Xiaoyu stopped a passer-by passing in front.

"I want to ask, is this princess's mansion no longer inhabited?"

"You say this princess's mansion?"

The old man of the passerby looked up at the princess's mansion, looked at Ye Xiaoyu again, and then said slowly.

"The princess has moved to live in the palace, and this place has been changed to a palace, and she lives there several times a year."

Hearing him say this, Ye Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little relieved, it turned out that he had just moved to the palace.

Suddenly it occurred to me that she was going to enter the palace in a few days, and if it was sunny in the palace, it wouldn't be ...... Isn't that a possibility?

I haven't seen him for a few years, and I don't know if Qing Lang is still like that facial paralysis as always, but since he became a colt and became a member of the imperial court, maybe he has become like those big officials now, with a big belly and a flamboyant tongue.

The love is repeated, and the heart is both expectant and nervous, and even a little lost.

*

After five days of driving, in the evening, Zou Youheng finally found an inn next to the official road. After placing the horses in the stables and booking a room, he sat down in the hall and ate in peace. There are not many coils on the body, and after this meal, it is estimated that I will starve for several days.

Suddenly, a group of people dressed as officials walked in from outside the door, shouting noisily, looking like they were escorting a big man into Beijing. (To be continued......)