Dali capital city Wu'an City.

Afternoon.

The autumn sun shines on the golden glazed tiles of the palace, making the glazed tiles look even more yellow.

The large and small trees all over the palace are also golden at this time, which makes the whole palace look full of golden color.

In the imperial study, Hu Jingqing, the emperor of Dali, was reviewing the folds in front of the case, and when he was tired of reviewing, he stood at the window and looked at the trees outside the window, as well as the yellow leaves falling in the wind.

After a short break, I walked back to my room and continued to review.

At three quarters of the hour, I saw Prince Xiao hurriedly entering.

"Father, the child has something important to discuss......," Prince Xiao bent down and saluted after entering.

"What's the matter?" The emperor looked up at him and saw that he looked very excited.

"Father, the child got the news that Zheng Jin's house was burned......"

"I heard about this yesterday. If it's okay, you can go back......" Although this incident shocked him, but at the same time, he thought that his heart disease had finally gone.

Don't worry about him having the heart to make a comeback anymore.

"Father, don't you want to know who burned it?"

"Who? Do you know? The emperor asked suspiciously.

"Father, read this letter."

Prince Xiao said and passed on the letter.

The emperor picked up the letter and hurriedly read it, and wondered: "Is the content of this letter really credible?" ”

Prince Xiao said: "The letter was written by my good brother Lu Shikang, and he has been sending people to observe his family's movements recently, so it should be credible." ”

"Then according to his speculation, Zheng Jin's eldest son Zheng Hangsu will inevitably go to Zhou Peng?"

The child thinks that his analysis is reasonable. Therefore, the child thinks that it is necessary to immediately prepare strong soldiers and strong generals to go to Chen Zhou. After all, this place is far from where Chen Zhou went. ”

"Now is not the time." The emperor shook his head and said.

"Why not now?"

"Zhou Peng will definitely not act rashly, after all, this is a very important matter, and it is related to the safety of many people in his clan. Before rebelling, he will inevitably find out the real reason why the Zheng Mansion was burned, as long as he finds out that the Zheng Mansion has nothing to do with our royal family, he will not send troops. ”

"But Zheng Hangsu must be ready to be investigated, and he won't easily let Zhou Peng find out that he did it."

"Zhou Peng is not a fool, not to mention that I heard that he has a brilliant wife, and he will not do anything easily for his brother's anger. Moreover, if I start to mobilize my troops to go now, Zhou Peng will definitely think that Zheng's house was burned by us. He will also think that it is not enough for me to get rid of Zheng Jin, and now I want to operate on him again, but I didn't want to do the opposite. ”

"My father is very worried, so listen to my father and wait for a few days."

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Chen Zhou.

Inside the Pingkang Palace.

The blue-gray glazed tiles are covered with blue-gray buildings.

A slender woman wearing a bright red Luo skirt with a beautiful face and a slender figure stood on the railing.

Her bright red dress contrasted with the entire courtyard in blue-gray tones.

She is the only child of Zhou Peng, the king of Pingkang, Zhou Jing.

Although Zhou Peng and his wife Ming both had average appearances, they unexpectedly gave birth to a good-looking daughter, which made the old couple very satisfied.

And because when the Ming family gave birth to their second child, the child died just after landing, and then there were no more children, so Zhou Jing became the only beloved daughter of the two.

Now, she snuggled quietly on the railing, looking ahead.

In front is another two-storey loft.

Looking at the attic, she sighed.

A girl who was making a female celebrity in the room behind said, "The girl sighed again?" ”

Another girl said, "She sighed from time to time in the past two days. ”

Zhou Jing said to the room: "Buckwheat, Chunxiang, what are you two talking nonsense?" ”

"Do we have nonsense? Haruka? The girl named Buckwheat poked Haruka's arm and asked.

"No, we're telling the truth."

"Forget it, ignore you!" Zhou Jing said and left the railing, walked towards the stairs, and then went downstairs.

When she arrived at the building in front, she walked up, and when she arrived at the study on the second floor, she picked up a copy of "Ten Years of Xizhou" from the bookshelf, sat at the table by the window and read it.

Although his eyes were fixed on the book, his expression was wandering.

She was listening to the movement next door.

She knew that Zheng Jin's eldest son, Zheng Hangsu, lived in the next room.

She had heard of him in the evening of the day he came.

Here's what Chunxiang told her: "Girl, we finally have a new person in this house!" ”

She asked, "Who?" ”

Chunxiang said: "I heard Wu Dabai say that he is Zheng Jin's eldest son, what is his name Zheng Hangsu." ”

Chunxiang and Wu Dabai, who cleans the yard in the house, are fellow villagers, and both are villagers from nearby Qian Village.

"Zheng Hangsu? Zheng Jin's eldest son? What is he doing here? She asked, confused.

"I don't know."

The next day, she saw him with her own eyes in the mourning hall.

He was snow-white, silent as a tree that could not speak.

The right amount of mourning on his face does not make people feel pitiful about him, but rather respectable.

He stood upright, like a pine and cypress of the cold.

At that moment, it was as if a fawn had broken into her heart.

She peeked at him through the crowd.

No matter where you stand, you can't help but look at him.

Sadly, he never looked at her.

She hadn't seen him again except for the one at the mourning hall.

Men and women eat differently in the house, so she rarely has the opportunity to see him.

I heard Chunxiang say that Wu Dabai said that he lived on the second floor of the building in front of her, the room next to the study, so she came to the study to read today.

She wanted to meet him.

She listened intently, and there seemed to be no movement in the next room.

She hoped that he would come to the room to read a book, so that they could meet by chance, but a day passed, and she saw no one of his.

The next day she went to the study to read again.

After watching for an hour, she heard footsteps behind her, so she sat down at the table, and did not dare to look back, because she felt her heart beating hard.

She knew that it was not her father, and if she was, he would have called her name when he saw her as soon as he opened the door.

It must not be someone else in the house, if it is someone else, she will definitely call her "girl" when she first enters the door.

But the man who came, but said nothing.

She guessed it was him.

Footsteps stopped somewhere in the room, and then she heard him flipping through the books.

Her heart was beating almost out of her chest.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps in the room again, this time in the direction of the door.

As soon as the footsteps left, she heard the door of the next room closing.

Her heartbeat slowly calmed down.

On the third day, she went again.

As yesterday, after she had stayed in the study for a while, she heard footsteps behind her, and he still did not speak, but stood for a while, flipped through the book for a moment and left, so that she could not help but suspect that he was looking for a book to go back to the room to read.