In front of the Dongxuan Gate, the carriages, horses, and people poured into the city in an endless stream, but a crimson double-wheeled carriage drove out in the opposite direction, and it stopped three or four feet away from the city gate.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Chen Jingqi stood on the carriage and looked high, from the people who walked in front of him did not seem to be the person who invited him, he put away the folding fan, and meditated for a while, but he still had no clue, and he couldn't guess where the other party was sacred?

Jumping out of the carriage, he turned the folding fan, and walked into the tea house to drink tea with the mentality of 'what comes is safe'.

He poured himself a cup of tea, looked at the gate of the city where people came and went, mixed feelings, trance, recalled that two years ago, on his father's birthday, the monarch of Liang sent his younger brother Shen Wang Yu to congratulate him on his birthday, Chen Jingqi as a reception envoy, that was the first time he saw Xiao Yu.

Taking a sip of tea, Chen Jingqi asked in a sullen voice, "Shi Yong, when is it?" ”

"In a moment's time, it'll be the end of the day." He looked back at the city gate and said worriedly: "Lord Wang, there are so many people here, if they have evil intentions and have a conflict, it may be difficult for one person to protect you, why don't you transfer a few people from the city gate guards?" ”

"Shi Yong, your courage is getting fatter and fatter, privately transferring the soldiers guarding the city, a capital crime, you want to kill yourself, this king will not accompany you." Chen Jingqi put down the teacup, his eyes stayed at the gate of the city, in addition to the small merchants and hawkers, there were some ordinary people, occasionally a carriage drove by, he didn't find any special people, his heart was anxious, and his fingers knocked on the table from time to time.

Suddenly it rained, passers-by ran to find a place to hide from the rain, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the guests of the tea house gathered more and more.

"Lord Wang, we still have to ......" Shi Yong saw Chen Jingqi glaring at him, and stubbornly swallowed the word 'wait' back and forth, and stood beside him helplessly.

Before he arrived, a blue-covered carriage stopped at the gate of the city, and a young man wearing a blue-gray robe and a mask helped the servant to get out of the carriage, he walked a few steps, looked up at the three words 'Dongxuanmen' above the city tower, and the breeze blew off the hat of the cloak, revealing his silver-white hair.

The servant was a man of his age, holding an umbrella and following him, and asked hesitantly, "Shaojun, what's wrong?" ”

The young man did not answer, his hands were clenched into fists, his breathing became heavy, his silver hair was blown by the wind, and a few traces of it were messily covered on the mask, no one knew his expression, and those dark eyes gave people a deep sense of desolation.

Dongxuanmen, he left from here, and now he has returned from here, consciously sarcastic, thinking of this, he suddenly coughed.

"Shaojun, your injuries have not healed yet, and Dr. Pu has instructed you to recuperate, but are you still?" Seeing that the young man was coughing, he asked with concern, "Shaojun, why don't we find a place to rest first?" ”

"Xie Ling, it's okay."

The young man looked around and saw a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the tea house, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he put on his hat and said softly: "Xie Ling, go, the person who picked us up is here." ”

Xie Ling was slightly stunned, seeing that the city gate was empty, and seeing the master walking towards the tea house, he hurriedly chased after him: "Shaojun, slow down, umbrella." ”

On the city tower, Mu Siyan was stunned and looked into the distance, if it weren't for the feeling that she saw the letter written on it yesterday 'Dongxuanmen', she wouldn't have come here, as if a ghost sent a god.

She sent Xiao Yu back to China here, and the parting words were still in her ears, but people were already separated by yin and yang, don't sigh, and only use things to describe the current state.

Looking down, everything in the tea house came into view, and suddenly her attention was all attracted by the young man, she nervously put her hand on the city wall, for fear that he would be out of her sight, as if suddenly, he and the old figure overlapped, Mu Siyan kept denying it in her heart, and gradually, her vision became blurred.