The weather changes very quickly, the first few days are still a warm day, these days have a trace of autumn breeze cool, so that people really feel that the autumn of Jinling has arrived.

The leaves of the trees on the streets have turned yellow, and the autumn wind has fallen on the bluestone pavement, and if there is no one to sweep it one day, a thick layer of dead leaves will pile up on the ground, like a golden carpet, occasionally shining golden in the autumn sun.

The single clothes were not enough to protect against the cold, and the vendors wore slightly thicker coats, and the beauty-loving girls and ladies also put on their robes or cloaks.

The news that the envoy of Nanning was coming to Jinling had spread in the streets and alleys of Jinling, and the people of Jinling were very curious and expectant to discuss this matter.

"Then the envoy of Nanning is the son of the prime minister of Nanning, I heard that he has the appearance of Chenning, and he is really a beautiful son who can be called an outstanding style."

A girl in plain clothes sat in a teahouse with a few refreshments on the table, and she took the hand of another girl and said excitedly.

"Then compared to our Wednesday son and Li Mubai in Jinling, which one is better-looking?"

The other girl asked curiously.

The girl in plain clothes lowered her voice at this time, but she was still very excited, "It is said that the envoy of Nanning is even better looking." ”

"Is there really such a good-looking person? I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to see each other. ”

The other girl was also full of anticipation when she heard this.

"When the time comes, when the messenger enters the city, he should be able to see it by the street." The plain girl said uncertainly, she looked at her friend's sparkling eyes and smiled, "Do you want to go with me then?" ”

"It's nature." The other girl said yes.

Conversations similar to these two girls take place all over Jinling.

"I heard that Wen Ziran, but a famous genius in Nanning, he recited poetry at the age of three, wrote essays at the age of seven, and became a jinshi at the age of fourteen, and later became the youngest champion in the history of Nanning."

A person in the teahouse was drinking tea and chatting with friends next to him.

"I heard that he is the son of the prime minister of Nanning, isn't it a random thing to want to be an official, why do you have to take the exam?" My friend asked.

"Brother Wang, you are wrong, then Nanning Kingdom is different from our Dongyun, if you want to be an official, you have to pass the imperial examination. Like some poor students, they have studied hard for ten years, just to pass the exam once and shine on the lintel. ”

"Tsk, so those who are not from a family can also be officials?" The man known as Brother Wang couldn't help but snort a few times, not knowing whether it was disdain or envy.

"That's true." The man sighed, "This will give us those of us who come from humble backgrounds more hope." ”

"Shhhh Brother Li said cautiously. Hearing this, the man surnamed Wang looked around and reminded in a low voice.

In the evening, a hundred miles outside Jinling City, the south side of the post station.

The convoy stopped at the entrance of the post station.

The convoy looked dusty, the wheels of the carriage were covered with a layer of mud, the blue canopy was gray and no longer bright, and the wider carriage in the middle was a little neater and cleaner.

There is a flag at the front of the convoy, fluttering in the wind, with the word "Nanning" on it.

The whole convoy was dull and gray, but the man at the front on horseback seemed to light up the gray.

He is dressed in a snow-white robe, his posture is thin and straight, his eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, and he is full of mountains and flowing water, such as Zhilan and jade trees, with indescribable elegance and poetry.

Although there are a little stains on the tail of the hem, it will not hide that he is Qinghua, white and elegant.

The man in white rolled over from his horse and stood aside and watched faintly as the convoy carried luggage and settled the horses at the post station.

When everyone had finished packing up, he walked to the carriage in the middle of the convoy and said, "Princess, please come down." ”

The voice of the man in white was as cold as a mountain spring, clean and cool, very good.

Hearing the man's words, the curtain of the carriage door was lifted.

A maidservant helped a woman in a green dress to get out of the carriage, the woman in the green dress was delicate and slender, with a condensed goose fat face, willow eyebrows and fine eyes, very delicate and elegant. Xu is traveling on a journey, her lips are slightly white, and her expression is a little haggard.

Seeing the man in white, the eyes of the woman in the green dress lit up, her face turned bloody, and she said in a soft voice, "There is Lao Wen Gongzi all the way." ”

"The princess is polite, this is Ziran's duty." The man in white was Wen Ziran, the envoy of Nanning Kingdom, he glanced at the woman in the green dress lightly, and gave way to the right with a few thoughtful manners, "Please also invite the princess to rest in the post station." ”

The woman in the green dress is Zhong Liyun, the princess of Nanning, after she was helped out of the carriage by the maidservant, she was blown by the autumn wind, and she couldn't stand still, the maid didn't hold it at once, her body shook and was about to fall to the side.

Before the maid could exclaim, Wen Ziran reached out and gently helped Zhong Liyu into the maid's arms.

"The princess is weak, and you must take good care of it, and you must not be negligent. If that happens again, you don't have to wait. Wen Ziran's face was still indifferent, he glanced at the maid next to Zhong Lixuan, and said lightly.

Although Wen Ziran did not show displeasure, the maid was very frightened when he glanced at him.

"Please forgive Gongzi Wen, please forgive the princess." The maidservant's face was frightened, and she hurriedly helped Zhong Lixuan to confess her guilt.

"Help the princess in." Wen Ziran gave a command, then turned around and walked towards his horse.

Zhong Liyun looked at Wen Ziran's back, and couldn't help biting his lip, showing a look of unwillingness and resentment on his delicate face.

At night, the lights were still on in the east wing on the second floor.

I heard the door creak open, and Wen Ziran walked out of the room. He changed into a white robe, the texture was light, and his hair was slightly damp, as if he had just finished bathing.

He frowned slightly, looked to the corner, and asked softly, "How?" ”

There was a man in the corner, wearing a black scarf and dressed in black, hiding in the shadows and it was difficult to be found.

The man replied, "Jinling has been arranged and is safe. ”

Wen Ziran looked up at the crescent moon in the distance and said indifferently, "I'm not worried that Dongyun will be bad for me. ”

His clear eyes reflected the moonlight, as if they were shining in the dark, "It's just that these princes are very interesting." ”

The man in black kept his head down, and then said, "I hope to marry the princess to the third prince of Dongyun." ”

Wen Ziran's expression did not change when he heard this, and he still looked at the night sky in the distance, "What price is Qinghe Cui willing to pay?" ”

"I want to talk to you over there."

Wen Ziran's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care much, "Then I'll talk about it in a few days." ”

He paused and said, "Give me a good look at Zhong Liyun." ”

"Yes." The man in black took a step back and disappeared into the shadows.