The wind was a little strong tonight, the trees outside were rustling in the wind, and the sky was covered with dense clouds, as if a shower was coming.

A pigeon landed outside the window of Mo Yuanju's study, making a "cooing" sound.

The window of the study was opened, and a pair of hands like jade shoots reached out, and took the pigeon in his hand, and then removed the small letter box from the pigeon's feet, and then released the pigeon again, and the window was closed again.

Xie Cheng opened the letterbox, took out the rolled letterhead, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when he saw the content on it.

"What's wrong, master?" The silent wing who was grinding ink on the side looked up and asked.

Xie Cheng walked back to his chair and sat down, handed over the letter, and motioned for him to read it for himself.

After Mo Yi took it and browsed it, he was first surprised, and then said with a smile: "The master really expects things like a god. ”

Xie Cheng took the letter back and burned it on the candle flame.

After the letter paper turned into ashes, he said lightly: "This time in Beisang City, if the Wanshou Festival is not canceled, the people will not say it on the surface, but they are afraid that they will be chilled behind it, and then they will complain together, that is, no matter how well Your Majesty did before, it will be criticized behind it." ”

"Since the master has long expected it, why did he ask Miss Tang to enter the palace with you?" Mo Yi was curious.

Xie Cheng took a book and opened it, and said lightly while reading: "You'll know tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow?" Mo Yi was puzzled, and wanted to ask again, but seeing that Xie Cheng didn't seem to have any intention of answering, he had no choice but to give up.

At the same time, in the palace of the king of Anyang, after learning the news, the king of Anyang was first shocked, then disappointed and angry.

Five years, five whole years, he was looking forward to it, seeing that the day was approaching, he didn't think about it, but he received such a news.

His entourage Zuo An's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and whispered: "Lord Wang, there is only one person who can help you enter the palace and face the saint." ”

"Who?" King Anyang asked in a deep voice.

Zuo An smiled slightly, "Who else could there be besides City Lord Xie?" ”

"Xie Cheng?" King Anyang frowned, "The Wanshou Festival is canceled, how can he enter the palace?" ”

No matter how high Xie Cheng's ability is, he is just a minister, and the saint cancels the Halloween Festival, can he still enter the palace?

Zuo An smiled indifferently and said in a low voice: "Didn't the prince forget, Your Majesty is now in arrears of the dragon's body?" ”

King Anyang's eyes narrowed when he heard this, "You mean the little divine doctor?" ”

"That's right!" Zuo An said: "According to the news from the humble inquire, this time, His Majesty only invited Xie Cheng to enter the palace. ”

"Then what do you mean......" King Anyang stared at him uncertainly.

"The Anyang Mansion has a great favor to the Xie Mansion, this is known to the entire Hanshui City, the prince only needs to mention it to the Xie City Lord, if you don't believe it, the Xie City Lord will reject you."

"No way!" King Anyang shook his head, "This favor must be kept." ”

Entering the palace does not mean that things will be successful, but as long as there is grace, Xie Cheng will not refuse him at will, and he is more inclined to the long-term than uncertain factors.

He wants to marry Xie Fu, this matter must be successful, otherwise, if Anyang Wangfu wants to return to the capital in the future, I am afraid it will be really difficult.

"Why?" Zuo An was puzzled.

King Anyang said in a deep voice: "This king has his own decision on this matter. ”

"Then the matter of entering the palace......" Zuo An cautiously tempted.

"Besides, it's been five years of waiting, and it's not too late to wait another five years." King Anyang gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and said, "You go back first, and then make plans tomorrow." ”。

"Yes!" Zuo An bent his body and said, "Retire from your humble position." ”