The sky above Shaotai City was cloudy, and the suffocating depression filled the inside and outside of the palace, and whenever the birds flew over the palace with the cornices and corners, they would always be frightened and flee away.

Groups of court warriors in armor held halberds and walked in neat square steps, walking in every alley in the palace city, and the palace maids and palace people passing by lowered their heads and avoided them with their heartbeats aside.

Outside the palace, one carriage after another hid under the dark clouds, and their owners gathered at the palace gate, black and oppressive, and no one made a sound. From time to time, some people left the team and walked into the high palace wall, and from time to time, someone came out of the wall, their faces heavy as the dark clouds overhead.

The breeze blew through the treetops, setting off a chill, and the mute coachman stood tall with an iron sword like a javelin, and the thin horse pulled the broken cart and flicked his tail to nibble on the weeds, glancing at the palace from time to time.

A snow-white slender hand lifted the curtain of the car, and the little maid looked at the sky with her eyebrows, and said worriedly: "It's going to rain, when will Hou Zi come back?" ”

The coachman didn't have a tongue to answer her, but just looked at her fixedly, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and they were as cold as a blade. But Xiao Yu was not afraid of him, picked up a little bird that had just opened its eyes, looked at its eyes the size of a bean, and said: "Last night, its eyes opened, and Hou Zi can see it as soon as he comes back, Master Song, are you right?" ”

The coachman nodded heavily, they had been waiting here for seven days, and since that accident, the little marquis had been brought into the palace and never returned.

At this time, the door of the palace city opened again, Shangqing Meng Yuxi and Shangzuo doctor Ji Ying walked out side by side, and the crowd outside the palace greeted them, although they did not speak, but they looked nervous.

Shangqing Meng Yuxi glanced at everyone coldly, boarded his carriage, and walked away. The doctor on the left smiled, and then got into the carriage, and drove towards the mute coachman and Xiaoyu, when they passed by, the side curtain was opened, and Ji Ying sat in the car and nodded carelessly.

The coachman still stood upright, but his eyes softened.

Xiao Yu watched Ji Ying's carriage go farther and farther, stroked the bird's feathers, and said softly, "Master Song, are you still waiting?" ”

The coachman tightened his grip on the sword in his arms and nodded.

……

It rained, and it fluttered one after another, and the entire palace city was outlined in smoke and rain, and from Ji Lie's position, whether it was the pavilions and pavilions, or the palace maids who shuttled through it, they were like reflections in the water.

This is "Fang Rong Palace", the architectural style is very different from any place in the palace, Ji Lie leaned on the window, and watched the rain fall from the eaves for a moment, making one pit after another in the bluestone slab. In the courtyard, unknown flowers trembled in the rain, everything seemed so bleak, and even the towering statues in the palace in the distance seemed to sink in the middle of the mist, which was the statue of the first generation of the monarch of Anguo, and this was the former sleeping palace of the mother.

The incense burner has not been wiped for many years, and it has crawled with patina, and the stubborn incense has come out of the cracks of the patina, rotten and old.

Two old palace people bowed their heads to guard the door, and outside the door, two rows of armor soldiers stood under the eaves like sculptures, their armor and the iron halberds in their hands were eroded by the rain, and they were as rotten.

Ji Lie couldn't leave here for half a step, he was imprisoned, he hadn't seen anyone for seven days, and he didn't know what was going on outside, and his mood gradually turned from calm to anxious.

This is his only chance to leave Anguo. He knew, and his coachman knew, and his maid ought to know, and even the man who taught him the sword and read for him probably knew.

Faintly, Ji Lie had a hunch that this time the change might be related to himself.

If so, what will they do next? What should I do?

If it is not related, then the matter is complicated, who would take such a big risk to murder the son? Big danger must have big benefits, in addition to An Jun's other two sons, who else will there be? By the way, and yourself......

Thinking of this, Ji Lie couldn't help but smile bitterly, I'm afraid that the reason why his father imprisoned himself here is because he has such thoughts. Will he kill me? A hundred? He didn't dare, even if I was a fool, he wouldn't dare to kill me, because I was the son of my mother's mother, the son of Song Ji, if I died suddenly, how could he explain to Song Guo? Song Guo had long wanted to find an excuse to swallow An Guo, and he didn't dare to take this risk! Besides, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it a long time ago.

So what should I do?

Is it a lifetime of imprisonment here? Will they come to my rescue?

Ji Lie looked into the distance hatefully, his hand holding the window trembled, and in a blink of an eye, he thought of his coachman and maids, as well as those who secretly helped him, if they were desperate to save him, what would happen?

No, no......

Ji Lie closed his eyes in pain, he remembered the coachman's tongue, although no one told him, but he knew that it must have something to do with him. He is not a saint, but if he wants to sacrifice those who love him for temporary stability, he is not willing. Now, this Fang Rong Hall may not be as simple as a single cage, it can be like a bait, luring out the people who secretly help him one by one, and then catch them all.

Thinking, thinking, Ji Lie opened his eyes, and looked blankly at the increasingly rapid rain washing everything, but he was so small and helpless.

At this time, Yan Eighteen came from the rain.

How did he get here? What are you here for?

Ji Lie's heart jumped, he walked behind the low case, swept the dust on it with his sleeve, sat down and listened, at this time, Yan Eighteen had already walked to the door, and he didn't know what he said to the two old palace people, they actually let Yan Eighteen in.

After entering the house, Yan Eighteen did not speak, and walked straight towards Ji Lie, Ji Lie turned his head to look at him, only to see that Yan Eighteen was wearing a black rain coat, and the hood on the hood covered half of his face, making the lower half of his face look white and shocking.

The rain flowed down the big rain, dripping the reed mats spread in the house, and he walked up to Ji Lie and smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Why are you here?" Ji Lie frowned and asked, for some reason, he didn't like Yan Eighteen, maybe it was because Yan Eighteen was not stupid.

"Come and see you."

Yan Shibai uncovered his hood, he didn't tie his hair, his black hair was only tied with a black belt, and the two strands of hair hanging down in front were obliquely wet by the rain, sticking to his face, lining his face even whiter.

Seriously, he is very good-looking, his eyebrows are like willow swords, his nose is like a hanging gall, and even his mouth is not big or small.

"See what?"

Yan Eighteen saw Ji Lie looking at himself without blinking, his heart was happy, he had seen too much with such a look, everyone in Yan Country looked at him with this kind of vision, he had endured it for ten years, and now he didn't have to endure it anymore, so he untied the tie on the rain and shook it hard towards Ji Lie.

"Poof......" The raindrops were like fans, drenching Ji Lie with a chill.

"Hahaha......"

Ji Lie glared angrily, but Yan Shibai laughed, threw Yu Yu behind him, sat opposite Ji Lie with his legs, and said to the old palace behind him: "Go out, bring the door shut." ”

The old palace people hugged Yuyu and hesitated.

Yan Eighteen said: "What? Do you want to sit down and drink tea together? He glanced at the old palace man obliquely.

"The old slave doesn't dare."

The old palace man lowered his head, hugged Yan Eighteen's Yuyu and retreated to the door step by step, and closed the door, the way Yan Eighteen looked at him, as if he had directly seen his heart, which made him shudder, and he didn't dare to disobey.

Closed the door, the hall was even darker, Yan Shibai looked at it casually, then opened the fire knife box on the case, lit the Suzaku turtle lamp in the corner of the case, and opened the tea urn, hooked two bowls of tea with the bamboo spoon inside, handed one bowl to Ji Lie, and the other bowl was held and drunk by himself.

At this time, Ji Lie had already wiped the rain off his face, calmed down, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, the entrance was strong and spicy, it was ginger tea, Anguo was warm and warm, and the Chinese people liked to drink ginger tea to get wet.

Yan Eighteen blew the tea bowl and asked, "Do you know, why did I come to see you?" ”

He is only ten years old, he is not as old as Ji Lie, he can't compare to his size, and he is even worse than him in terms of strength, but at this moment he has a condescending attitude, which makes Ji Lie's heart very estranged, Ji Lie is too lazy to pay attention to him, after drinking tea, he walked to the window, and looked outside, the rain outside was falling more violently, pouring down heavy rain, like a knife and a sword.

Yan Shibai walked to Ji Lie's side with a tea bowl, looked up at the window, and said: "Before coming to Anguo, I heard my brothers talk about it, saying that Anguo had a fool, the son of Song Ji, who didn't know how to speak at the age of three, and was black and white at the age of eight, which made Anhou and Song Hou very embarrassed. Now it seems that people's words may not be believed, just like this rain in the sky, although it comes fiercely, it also goes to get sick. ”

Ji Lie was worried about his own affairs, but he kept muttering beside him, and Ji Lie was very impatient when he heard it, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Yan Eighteen didn't seem to be aware of Ji Lie's dissatisfaction, and said to himself: "You are the same as me, I am a fool in Yan Kingdom, and you are also in Anguo, so I came to Anguo, and you are about to leave here." ”

Ji Lie raised his eyebrows.

The corners of Yan Shiba's mouth curved, and he smiled warmly: "Things gather in like, and people gather in groups, so we should be friends." ”

"Friends?"

Ji Lie tilted his head to look at him, Yan Shiba's face was sincere, but there was a hint of banter hidden in his eyes, Ji Lie smiled coldly and turned his head.

Yan Shiba's face turned red, took a sip of tea to cover it up, and said: "I am the same as you and different, I am dispensable in Yan Kingdom, but you are different, you have made many people waste their minds in Anguo." ”

Ji Lie originally planned to ignore him again, but when he heard him say this, he suddenly felt strange in his heart, and couldn't help but ask casually: "I'm just a fool, who will remember me?" ”

"Haha......"

Yan Shibai laughed again, he smiled very well, neither kitsch nor arrogant, he just smiled very happily, but Ji Lie couldn't wait to bang his fist over, seeing that he was still embarrassed.

"You're really not a fool, no fool would say you're a fool."

Yan Shibai raised his eyebrows proudly, but when he saw Ji Lie pull up his fist, he was startled, and quickly jumped two steps diagonally, far away from Ji Lie: "What do you want to do?" The gentleman doesn't move his hands! ”

Ji Lie looked out the window, it was raining heavily, and the palace people and armor guards who were guarding him, as well as Yan Eighteen's guards, were all standing outside the door, I was afraid that no matter what happened in the house, they would not be able to hear it.

So, Ji Lie clenched his fists loudly, forced Yan Shibai step by step, and said fiercely: "Although I can't kill people, I can beat you, anyway, I'm a fool, and you are also a fool, no one will believe the words of a fool!" You say, isn't it? ”

"Don't ......"