Surrounded by bonfires, the scene outside the big tent is mottled and shadowy, and the dim halo reflects the bright tent, which makes people look a little depressed.

Ji Qingyun sat in front of the desk, flipping through the pages, dipping in ink, and walking with the pen, he tried to fill his impetuous heart by being busy, but he was even more impetuous.

After returning to the camp, he couldn't forget the words that Li Zhi had said to him on the causeway. The answer in his heart was obviously clear, but he still felt that there was always something entanglement around him, and it didn't stop.

In fact, the purpose of Li Zhilai today is nothing more than to use himself to make a fuss on Yuhuatai.

Seeing that Yuhuatai is about to be completed, those who have been planning for a long time will naturally not be able to sit still.

Li Zhi will inevitably look for him, sooner or later, there will be such a day.

Rejecting Li Zhi was also something he had thought about in advance, and the reason was very simple, he couldn't trust any popular person.

At present, the status of the East Palace seems to have been stabilized in the imperial court, but this stability will not last long, as long as the Prince of Mocang does not return for a day, the East Palace will be ownerless for a day, and those East Palace officials are tantamount to stragglers, such a team, if they want to win the ultimate battle, it is really worrying.

He can't trust Li Zhi, but he can't trust Donggong. In the palm of his hand, who is the person he should believe?

All kinds of confused emotions fill the head for a while, teaching people to have a headache.

Ji Qingyun abandoned the wolf hair in his hand, closed his heavy eyes, and kept rubbing his temples, and in his ears, the wolf slid lightly over the clean rice paper, leaving a trace of crooked ink, and then "popped" and fell to the bottom of the case.

A few days ago, Prince Lisang met with him and asked him to report all the things in the court. In addition, the prince also asked him to transfer a copy of the internal structure of Yuhuatai to him as soon as possible. He knew that Prince Li Sang had already begun to prepare for the layout in Yuhuatai.

It's just that he couldn't hand over this drawing.

Since the Blazing Cloud Hall was abandoned by the crown prince, some of those who originally stayed in the court as the prince's secret stake have already managed to escape, some have taken the initiative to send them to the werewolf's knife, and some have thrown themselves into the werewolf.

Others waver, neither advancing nor retreating, struggling to live every day, and in their words, they no longer see the future of Lessan.

He belongs to the latter, but not quite the latter. He also hated Prince Li Sang, and for a moment he wanted to completely turn his back on Prince Li Sang, but the things in his bones told him over and over again that Prince Li Sang was the legacy of the former emperor, his existence was a symbol of Li Sang, and following the prince was the purpose that every minister who had followed the former emperor must follow. Because, following the crown prince is following the emperor.

What he feared was nothing more than that Prince Li Sang's actions this time would be the same as that of the Blazing Cloud Palace, and those innocent people and those like him who stayed closest to the enemy at the risk of splashing the sky would all repeat the same mistakes in the end.

Gradually, Ji Qingyun crouched in front of the desk and fell asleep depressed.

The dim candle flame in front of the desk illuminated his sideburns very clearly, and the stars were white, like cold stars at midnight, hidden in the darkness, with a not very bright light.

"I said Lao Yun, it's all this time, why do you still have the heart to fiddle with your tortoise shell!"

The Ministry of Officials' Mansion, the Astrology Secret Room.

In the copper furnace, the tortoise shell burst open, and after a while, there were many irregular cracks on the nail surface, Situ Yun carefully took out the tortoise shell with a tight look, and after some cooling, the whole person stared at the nail surface and fell into deep hesitation.

Ji Qingyun moved from the front of the secret room to the back of the secret room, and after being ignored by Situ Yun again and again, he finally couldn't hold his breath, rushed to Situ Yun, and suddenly raised his hand to knock over the copper furnace.

When he waved his palm, he glanced at Situ Yun, and saw that he was engrossed in the broken tortoise shell, and he was not affected by his earth-shattering actions at the moment!

Isn't Situ Yunmo stupid? He really doesn't care about his precious stove anymore?

At the beginning, he said that the back garden of his mansion was a treasure of feng shui, and this was the only place in Qinhuai that was most suitable for observing the sky and practicing astrology, so he stalked and said that he must build a secret room in his back garden for him to divination. He was helpless, and respected him in his heart, so he built a secret room in the back garden.

When the secret room was first built, he was attracted by all kinds of strange things inside, Ji Qingyun couldn't help but go around the secret room from time to time, touch the east and look the west, and Situ Yun was like this most of the time, just playing with himself, only when Ji Qingyun was close to the copper furnace and his tortoise shell, he would be anxious with him, and then say a few words.

It's just that at this point, to Ji Qingyun's surprise, he was ready to smash the furnace, and Situ Yun didn't even frown.

He couldn't fight him, so he gently put down the copper furnace and came to him, pleading miserably: "I beg you, okay?" You have a countermeasure, how can you save the monarch! ”

Unexpectedly, he replied coldly: "The monarch's destiny has ended, and he can't be saved." ”

Ji Qingyun was angry and argued: "It's man-made, as long as there is a glimmer of life, you have to save it!" ”

Situ Yun was silent again, and he suddenly asked, "Situ Yun! You wouldn't say such a thing because you were afraid of the werewolves outside, would you? ”

"Petropolitan! Stupidity! Shortsighted! Situ Yun immediately raised his head and scolded Ji Qingyun. Seeing that Ji Qingyun was instantly stunned, his brows furrowed, and then he said, "Li Sang is facing an unprecedented catastrophe this time!" Any resistance from those out there is nothing but remediation! If we want to completely resolve this crisis, we have to take a long-term view! ”

With that, continue to study his tortoise shell. Cola Literature

Ji Qingyun was speechless for a moment, and his whole body was soaked in coolness as if he had just been drenched with a basin of ice slag.

He hung his head and walked away, muttering to himself, what's the use of looking long-term? No matter how good it is, it depends on whether you have a long-term life!

Sitting at the door of the secret room, he was extremely unhappy, and he also complained about Situ Yun's old idiot, at the moment of life and death, he only had the broken tortoise shell and broken copper furnace in his eyes!

I don't know how long it has been, Situ Yun's excited shout suddenly came from the dead secret room: "It's calculated!" Worked it out! ”

Ji Qingyun yawned, with a look of nonchalance on his face. Unexpectedly, the old fool rushed forward, pulled him up, shook his body, and was ecstatic: "Old Ji! I've finally figured it out! ”

It was rare for him to have such a happy look, Ji Qingyun smiled slightly, and nodded his head coyly, "Hmm..."

So, he pulled him around the divination case and analyzed excitedly: "The giant is three feet! The sky will be dark! Out of the depth of misfortune comes bliss! Astrology year! Astrolabe Circulation! Destiny! The jade plate is full and cracked! The Sick Planet is coming! ”

Ji Qingyun heard it in a fog, and he understood whether it was Ji Tailai, and he said: "Whether it is Ji Tailai or not, does it mean that Li Sang has hope to resolve this crisis?" ”

Situ Yun nodded solemnly.

Ji Qingyun asked again: "Then which is this destiny?" Didn't you say that the destiny of heaven has ended? Now that the monarch's mandate has ended, who will replace him? ”

Situ Yun stroked his long white hair, his eyes were thoughtful, and said: "This person can save all the people from fire and water, which is Li Sang's hope for the future!" He will inherit the monarch's legacy and lead the people of Lisan to restore peace! It's just that this journey is destined to be dangerous! ”

Ji Qingyun listened hard, and asked anxiously: "I said Lao Yun!" You've been talking for a long time, but I'm going to tell you who this person is! ”

After a long time, Situ Yun sighed and replied indifferently: "I have said enough, the rest is up to you to understand!" ”

With that, he walked out of the secret room.

"I realized it myself?" Why did Ji Qingyun sound a little confused? 100,000 urgent things, let him realize by himself? Just kidding! Looking at the figure of the old fool gradually disappearing, he hurriedly shouted at him: "I don't think you can solve it yourself!" ”

"Inherit the legacy of the monarch and reopen a peace for all the people... It's a dangerous journey..."

A gust of cold wind blew, suddenly invading the whole body, Ji Qingyun woke up from his dream in front of the desk in a daze, chewing some words repeatedly in his mouth. He shuddered, and suddenly felt refreshed and energetic.

Thinking back to the words in the dream, he seemed to have found the answer!

Trickles of snow fell silently under the huge night, and in a short time, the sky and the earth were dyed with a bleak color.

The moment he pushed the door open, the wind and snow raged in the courtyard, and he tried his best to hold on to the door with his five fingers, causing his bones to turn white.

Facing the heavy wind and snow, he dragged his heavy body out of the dormitory step by step, his eyes were painful from the wind, and when he closed and opened, he was already in the falling flower courtyard.

He stood on the snow in a thin green shirt, and the untieable green silk was dyed with the frost and snow flying behind him and on his sideburns.

"Childe? Son! Yingying stood in the corridor in the distance, and when she saw the figure of Gongzi standing in the wind, the porcelain pot she was holding in her hand instantly fell to the ground, and she rushed out of the corridor like crazy and went around into the Falling Flower Courtyard.

"Childe, your injuries have not healed, how can you leave the palace? Didn't the imperial doctor tell you not to stay for half a decade! Don't be susceptible to the wind chill! Yingying was anxious and persuaded: "Now that the wind and snow are in full swing, and the courtyard is cold, hurry up and go back to the palace with the slave maid!" ”

He locked his pale lips and stared at the half-empty sky outside the high wall for a long time before he let go, "What happened outside the mansion today?" ”

His tone was flat, and he couldn't hear a trace of emotion.

Childe's words were asked suddenly, and Jiao Yingying was dumbfounded for a while, she looked tight, and replied: "Childe, nothing happened outside the house..."

Then he persuaded: "Son, go back to the palace with the slave and maid!" ”

She almost cried.

He hesitated to retract his gaze, lowered his eyes, looked at Yingying and asked, "What you said is true?" ”

Her heart suddenly tightened, and the frost and snow rushed behind her, teaching people to shiver, she didn't dare to hesitate, nodded and said sadly: "Childe, it's true!" There really isn't anything going on outside the house today, slave maid, please go back to the temple quickly! ”

His lifeless gaze lifted, and instead of looking at her again, he stepped forward.

Her heart trembled, and she immediately knelt down in the snow, stopped under him, and begged bitterly.