Approaching noon, Kyoto gradually entered the cold autumn season, and many of the people in the Shizifu were from local backgrounds and their clothes were thickened a lot.

Chen Pingwu and Yang Guang came from the north, but they were a little cold-tolerant.

Wang Jia followed the subordinates of the Shizi Mansion all the way through the front hall to the backyard.

I didn't see anyone, so I heard a few crisp heys first.

When Wang Jia saw it clearly, he saw a young man with a hard face and a serious expression, waving a long sword in his hand and sweeping through a crowd of fallen leaves.

Heroic and sassy, like a heroic general who has experienced a hundred battles.

This figure, Wang Jia asked herself, hasn't it always been what she belongs to in her heart?

Wang Jia stopped, and the girl's heartstrings danced with the figure.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

The maid on the side and the subordinates of the Shizifu walked a few steps and found that Wang Jia had not moved, so they hurriedly stepped forward and asked softly.

At this moment, Chen Pingwu, who was practicing swords in the courtyard, also heard the movement here and looked over suspiciously.

The starry eyes were shining, but Wang Jia's face was flushed.

Yang Guang said coldly to Chen Pingwu.

"Shizi, you're distracted again."

Chen Pingwu smiled, scratched his head and pointed at Wang Jia.

"Guests, let's get here today."

After speaking, Chen Pingwu picked up the long sword in his hand, put on his coat and ran towards Wang Jia.

Only Yang Guang was left standing in place with an indifferent face.

For the practice of martial arts, Chen Pingwu has dealt with things since he was a child, there are many people under the Changwu King who can recruit good fighters, how can it not be his turn to charge into battle in person, and he can practice a few more times under the supervision of the Changwu King on weekdays, and now he is in Kyoto, and he will take the opportunity to leave when he has a little time.

Wang Jia watched Chen Pingwu running towards him, his expression was suddenly flustered, and he lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

Chen Pingwu was afraid that Yang Guang would stop him from continuing to practice swords, so he hurriedly ran over, no matter how much he pulled up Wang Jia and ran towards the front yard.

This move immediately made Wang Jia's heart bump into the deer.

Running with Chen Pingwu, he only felt that the big hand holding his arm was extremely warm and happy.

"Whew! Finally got away, girl, are you? ”

Chen Pingwu let go of his hand, stretched out his head to look at the backyard, and saw that Yang Guang was not chasing, so he relieved his heart and asked Wang Jia in front of him suspiciously.

"I..."

Wang Jia was inadvertently swept away by Chen Pingwu's exhaled hot breath, and he couldn't say a word of nervousness.

I was almost about to cry.

It just so happened that the maid behind him came over, picked up the conversation, and pointed at Chen Pingwu and scolded.

"What's the matter with you? Pull my young lady in public and run! Miss, you ...... Are you crying? What's wrong with you to our miss! ”

The maid found the mist in Wang Jia's eyes, hurriedly protected Wang Jia behind her, and glared at Chen Pingwu angrily.

Chen Pingwu didn't know what was going on, he looked at the master and servant with a stunned expression, and looked at the subordinates on the side as if asking.

"Shizi, this is the princess of the Pingyi Palace, and she said that she came to thank you."

The subordinate hurriedly explained.

When Chen Pingwu heard this, he looked at Wang Jia, who was shy and blushing, and immediately understood what was going on.

It must have been the king of Pingyi who had found an excuse for his daughter to meet him.

Chen Pingwu frowned, and he couldn't help but hate Wang Changgeng more and more in his heart.

Although Wang Jia was shy, Chen Pingwu's expression secretly paid attention to it, and found that his expression was a little displeased, thinking that he was blaming his maid for making disrespectful remarks.

So he hurriedly stood up and explained.

"Shizi, little queen Jia, be polite, Fang Caiping'er is also worried about me, and please don't blame the son."

Wang Jia bowed slightly and apologized.

The maid on the side immediately refused to let her, just hurriedly pulled Wang Jia, glared at Chen Pingwu angrily, and said angrily: "Miss, why are you apologizing, it's because this person doesn't know how to check!" ”

Wang Jia hurriedly gestured with her eyes and told the maid to stop.

Although Chen Pingwu was dissatisfied with King Pingyi, he could see that Wang Jia was quite polite and looked good.

secretly said in his heart, he should not calm the king's mistakes and accidentally hurt others.

"The girl is polite, under Chen Pingwu."

Chen Pingwu suddenly thought of something, and his eyes turned to ask Wang Jia.

"The girl grew up in Kyoto?"

When Wang Jia heard Chen Pingwu's question, he looked stunned, and he didn't know what he meant, but he just nodded slightly to confirm.

Chen Pingwu smiled and hurriedly said that he invited Wang Jia to sit and talk in the hall.

"Miss Wang Jia, don't be polite, you and I are both heirs of the princes of the domain, and we should be collectively called brothers and sisters, I think the girl is younger than me, so you might as well call me Brother Wu."

"Come on, come on, sit and talk inside, don't be formal."

Wang Jia listened to Chen Pingwu's words, his heart was full of joy, and he went to the front hall with him.

The two sat down, and Chen Pingwu ordered someone to serve tea, and then he continued.

"I first came to the capital, and I am not familiar with Beijing, so I want to ask the girl for advice."

Wang Jia bowed his head and smiled slightly.

"Since Brother Wu is willing to talk to Jia'er, he doesn't need to be called by a girl, if he doesn't dislike it, even if his family calls me Jia'er."

Then the two talked in detail and forgot the hour.

After Chen Pingwu learned of Feng Yewu's identity, he also had entanglements in his heart, after all, once King Changwu raised troops, the two would be hostile on the battlefield in the future, but his love for Feng Yewu made it difficult for him to give up.

In desperation, I can only find another opportunity in the future to resolve the two sides.

This time I talked about Kyoto with Wang Jia, just because the people in my heart lived in this imperial city.

But Wang Jia was talking and laughing between the two, but she fell in love in her heart, and she liked Chen Pingwu's sunny temperament more and more.

... ...

On the occasion of laughter and laughter here in Kyoto, Ye Dynasty is in the northern region, and the palace of Beichang is located.

The cold wind mixed with the heavy snow whistled by.

Wei Siyuan sat in the study, the fire in the middle crackling and devouring dry wood.

A spy handed the letter to Wei Siyuan.

The flickering light and shadow of the furnace fire flickered on Wei Siyuan's gloomy face.

Wei Siyuan read the letter quietly, raised his hand and threw it into the fire, which turned into ashes in an instant.

"Lord Wang, there is a response to the matter of winning over King Jiangyuan?"

In the corner of the study, a man in a cloak with an indistinct face asked in a hoarse voice.

When Wei Siyuan heard this, he looked at the furnace with an indifferent expression and replied softly.

"That girl went, and she pierced the righteous son of King Jiangyuan, I'm afraid it's hopeless."

The mysterious man sneered, and his voice was as harsh as if ice cubes were rubbing.

"Hehe, can King Jiang Yuan hold back his temperament and not attack the prince?"

After Wei Siyuan made the fire a few times, he picked up the hot wine on the side and drank it all, tasting it as if there was an aftertaste at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of disdain.

"Now that the entire Far North is blocked by heavy snow, don't you say that he is the king of Jiangyuan, even the Tidi people, who are known as the sons of wind and snow, can't move freely and do it? Amusing! ”

After Wei Siyuan's voice fell, the real study fell into dead silence again, only the fire continued to crackle and devour the cold.