As the night darkened, Kyoto once again returned to its former bustling frolickery as the Northern Expedition departed.

In a famous alley of smoke willows on West Street in Kyoto, a young man who was dressed very decently, but walked a little floating, obviously drank a little too much, and walked out of the building with soft steps and a smile under the support of two girls.

"Slow down, watch your step."

A green-shirted girl on the side, with spring in her eyes, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, her appearance is really superior, obviously the top brand in this building, and the words of the warbler are concerned, but her face has shown a trace of disdain when she can't see it.

"Hey, hey, hey, or Hui'er knows how to care about people."

The young man opened his mouth with a strong smell of wine, his eyes were very cloudy, and he pinched his face at Hui'er in his mouth, but he was dodged by the head card called Hui'er, and he was even more disgusted.

Helpless, who made the family from the son of the world, and there were silver taels in the waist board, his own life, he was born a little cheap, and in this building, he could only be flattered and accompanied.

This young man is none other than Zhou Yangfeng, the prince of Huainan who was caught by Feng Yewu in the music workshop for fornicating with the Tidi people.

Since that incident, Zhou Yangfeng has been completely placed under house arrest in this Kyoto city, and Feng Yewu has also fulfilled his original promise, and found a position of supervisor for Zhou Yangfeng in Taichang Temple, so that he can do nothing all day.

Under the wear and tear of will, Zhou Yangfeng, as the son of the king of Huainan, naturally will not lack any silver taels, and his life can be regarded as extraordinarily chic, and he has gradually become the same as the king of Huainan, in and out of the wind and snow, greedy for the wine that can paralyze him.

"Shizi."

Just as Zhou Yangfeng staggered away from the two Fengyue women who helped him out of the restaurant, an old beggar-like man with a large figure and a hoarse voice blocked Zhou Yangfeng's way and shouted softly.

"Get out! Lao Tzu has no spare money to help. ”

Zhou Yangfeng looked at the old beggar in front of him who didn't know where he came from, and directly waved his two-sleeved robe with disgust, and scolded loudly.

Although I drank all day long and indulged in the land of beauty, the resentment and humiliation that was blocked in my heart could not be let go until now, and looking at the beggar in front of me, it was even more inexplicable that anger rose from my lungs.

"If the prince is not drunk, why should he do this?"

The old man broke Zhou Yangfeng's fake drunkenness with one word, and although there was a smile in his words, it was more like a bit of mockery.

"Who are you?"

The surroundings were dim, Zhou Yangfeng heard that the old man had broken his pretended drunkenness, his head suddenly jumped, and he couldn't bear to have some cold sweat behind his back, and secretly guessed, is she finally going to do it?

In the darkness, the old man's appearance was obscured by his messy and dirty hair, but the hand with the cane was unusually white, without a trace of spots, or the slack that an old man should have.

"You're not an old man, who the hell are you!"

In the past few days, Zhou Yangfeng has been pretending to be greedy for beauty and wine, insisting on appearing in various places with a chaotic and prodigal image, if nothing else, just to make Feng Yewu relax his vigilance against him.

After all, since ancient times, the heart of kings has been difficult to fathom.

Feng Yewu is a woman and an emperor, which makes Zhou Yangfeng, who is already a little complicated, even more afraid every day.

I'm afraid that one day Feng Yewu will have a thought and find someone to kill him.

Now that King Huainan is getting older and older, and his heart is becoming more and more vino, Zhou Yangfeng really feels that even if Feng Yewu really detains himself from prison, King Huainan may not know which Qinglou bed to toss the bed board in.

"The son of the world is so afraid of death? When he secretly had an affair with the Tidi, didn't he think about it today? ”

The pretending old man smiled slightly, and seeing that his pretended appearance had been exposed, he simply straightened up, but his face was still in the dark, and Zhou Yangfeng still couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly.

"You..."

Zhou Yangfeng heard the other party mention his mistakes at that time, his heart was cold, the first thing he guessed was that the killer arranged by Feng Yewu had arrived, and sure enough, the emperor's words were not credible.

"Don't panic, I didn't mean to hurt the son, it's just that our young lady has something to say to the son, please meet the son."

The man smiled lightly and bowed his hand very respectfully at Zhou Yangfeng.

"Who is your young lady?"

Zhou Yangfeng couldn't help but ask.

"If you go, you will know that our young lady is the same as the son of the world, and they are all hard-working people."

Zhou Yangfeng originally planned to refuse, since he didn't come to kill himself, then there was nothing to be afraid of, after all, as a prince of the world, in fact, anyone who came casually could be called to go?

But when he heard the man speak, saying that he was a hard-working person like himself, Zhou Yangfeng felt a little throbbing in his heart, this hard-working life may have another deep meaning.

Suddenly, Zhou Yangfeng thought in his heart, and thought repeatedly in his mind, guessing that the person he wanted to meet was most likely also the heir of the prince and noble.

"What if I don't go?"

Although Zhou Yangfeng was a little shaken, but after so many changes, Zhou Yangfeng already had no trust in anyone, after all, no one was as good as he believed.

So he opened his mouth and asked rhetorically to listen to the depth of the other party.

The beggar man raised his head slightly, his chin lit up first, and then the lower half of his face was revealed, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile, and he threatened softly.

"What Miss means, if the prince has no idea, he will push the boat down the river and scatter the matter of the music shop at that time, which can be regarded as an interesting incident after tea and dinner."

"You dare!"

When Zhou Yangfeng heard that the other party was threatening him so directly, he immediately clenched his fists tightly, and the resentment in his eyes was like a candle flame in the red lanterns around him, jumping endlessly.

Regarding Zhou Yangfeng's matter, Feng Yewu was able to save his life, but also because not many people knew about this matter, and he did not live in the neighborhood, if this matter was really publicized, it would be a big crime of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, not to mention the current Ye Dynasty, the northern Xinjiang was captured by the Tidi tribe.

How many families have been broken and displaced, today the news has spread, I am afraid that Feng Yewu will not need to do it tomorrow, as long as he Zhou Yangfeng comes out of his Shizi Mansion, he may be eaten alive by those refugees or neighbors.

After staring at the beggar for a long time, Zhou Yangfeng helplessly let go of his fist, and his angry face had already turned into a bitter meaning of exhaustion, he had no way to bet on whether the other party was willing or not, after all, his handle was in the other party's hands, since there was no way to change it, Zhou Yangfeng decided to follow this beggar-like person to meet the young lady.

Later, the two entered an alley at the end of West Street, and the deep darkness engulfed everything.