The autumn cold was heavy, but the man by the maple tree didn't seem to be aware, "It's okay, just stand for a while and go back." ”

Zhu Biao...... Tong Rou couldn't help but look at Zhu Yunwen, his face was painful, and his arm propped up on the edge of the window trembled slightly.

Zhu Biao was silent for a while, "Master, he ......"

The eunuch said cautiously, "Lord Song was originally moved to Maozhou, but unexpectedly, he contracted an illness halfway and was in Kuizhou...... Died. Kuizhou officials gave a weeping sacrifice and buried Lord Song at the foot of Lotus Mountain. The king of Shu admired Lord Song, and buried him in the east of Huayang City......"

"Father, what did you force him to death?" Zhu Biao said coldly, so startled that the eunuch fell to his knees with a bang, and he didn't dare to get up.

"It's cold, get up." Zhu Biaodao.

The eunuch stood up tremblingly, and Zhu Biao said again: "King Qin can return?" ”

"Your Majesty has exempted the King of Qin from his crimes, and he will return to the feudal domain the day after tomorrow. If it weren't for the prince's intercession......"

"King Qin is my brother after all, how can he stand by and watch."

"It's just that King Qin is doing anything wrong in the domain, which is well known to everyone, and Your Majesty actually knows it in his heart. But the prince insisted on exculpating it, but he was afraid that ......"

Zhu Biao coughed violently and interrupted his words.

The eunuch hurriedly said, "The prince needs to take medicine." ”

"Take the pill given by King Qin." Zhu Biao raised his hand.

"This ......" the eunuch looked embarrassed, "the pill has not been taken to the Tai Hospital to see ......"

Zhu Biao turned around suddenly, "What?" Do you think King Qin wants to harm me? ”

The eunuch was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, and hurriedly retreated and hurried away. Soon he took a delicate small box, which contained more than ten pills.

Zhu Biao picked up one and ate it, and his originally pale face seemed to gradually turn bloody.

"Prince, it's better to rest early......"

"Go and take a look at the prince," Zhu Biao gathered Da Yu together, "I have been busy preparing for the construction of the capital these days, and I have left him out in the cold." ”

"The prince should have fallen asleep......"

"Just take a look from afar, I'm afraid I won't have time to see him tomorrow......" Zhu Biao said, already walking away.

Zhu Yunwen clenched his hands into fists, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and there seemed to be water in his eyes.

Kirirou didn't want to disturb him, and quietly stayed behind her. The pain in her throat was unbearable, and she didn't hold her breath and coughed violently.

He stretched out his hand to close the window again, and turned around, "You just said that you want to stay in the Wenhua Palace." ”

"Yes." She couldn't bear to look at his face, and she really didn't know how to comfort him.

"Just because, can Tongjunlu be relocated outside the palace?"

"Yes." Her voice didn't carry much weight.

"You look up. Look at me and say, but there is anything else? "He's a little bit impatient from the past.

Tong Rou raised his head, the moonlight on his face, silver and cold. And between those eyes, there is also a reflection of frost. His body tensed, barely able to break free from what he had just seen.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she were herself and saw Fang Cai's scene...... It must have been painful and panicked.

"Yes." She made up her mind.

"Okay." He only said one word.

……

Kirifu sat on the threshold wrapped in a thick coat, and the seventeenth man in the courtyard was combing the mane of the brown horse.

Since he came back from Linggu Zen Temple, Seventeen has been thinking about this brown horse, and he wants to see the red rabbit every day. Tong Fu was so troubled by her that she asked someone to ask Mrs. Liu. Not long after the man went out, Bian Jingzhao led the brown horse into the yard.

At that time, Tong Fu was stunned and watched Seventeen pounce on him, first holding the horse's head and not letting go, and then holding Bian Jingzhao and not letting go.

Tong Fu felt that the white hair on the brown horse's forehead was also dyed very realistically. If you don't look closely, it's really very similar to Chitu.

Bian Jingzhao finally broke free, and said a few words, to the effect that since Seventeen liked the horse so much, he went to the horse market to pick one and send it to her, saving her from chattering all day......

Tong Fu touched the wisp of white hair and praised it, which was very carefully painted.

Bian Jingzhao rubbed his hands and said that the tuft of white hair was real, not painted.

Tongfu didn't close his mouth for a long time, and it didn't take a lot of effort to find such a brown horse in the horse market that was almost exactly the same in appearance, and had to have the same coat color on his forehead......

Before Tong Fu showed a meaningful expression, Bian Jingzhao had already escaped with a haha......

"The red rabbit seems to be fat......" Mo Seventeen suddenly spoke, interrupting Tong Fu's thoughts.

Tong Fu came back to his senses and pulled his jacket together, "If you feed this lot of grass a day, it will be difficult for it not to grow meat." ”

"You can't starve it, or you'll be angry, and if you do......"

Seventeen began to babble again, but Kiri Fu didn't listen. Dingyuan, Sun Dingyuan...... It seems that something is circling in my head, but I can't see it clearly.

When Jin Youzi entered the courtyard gate, he saw her sitting on the threshold with a sad face, meditating.

"Do you have a better headache today?" He carried the medicine bag in his hand.

Tong Fu nodded, and when he saw him sitting down beside him, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "When I slept stupidly before, did I say anything?" About Sun Dingyuan. ”

"No, nothing." Jin Youzi looked up at Mo Seventeen in the courtyard, his face was light and light.

But in his heart, he is actually very unsteady. He naturally knew that if Tong Fu remembered that Sun Dingyuan was still alive, she would definitely think of leading Mo Seventeen to find him. Besides, maybe it was just an illusion of her......

At this juncture, if he estimates correctly, at this moment, King Yan is heading to Dongchang, and what awaits him will be an unprecedentedly powerful opponent......

There, she couldn't go, and she had to watch her firmly this time.

Tong Fu couldn't see anything from his face, and turned his face to look at Mo Seventeen, "I always feel that Dingyuan seems to be ......."

"It's time for the medicine." Jin Youzi interrupted her, got up and dragged her up as well, and walked into the house.

Tong Fu looked at the medicine bag he was carrying, "The prescription my father gave you?" Where exactly are the others? ”

Jin Youzi went to the stove next to him and took the medicine jar, and poured the medicine juice into the bowl, "I don't know, this medicine was given by Mr. Fu next to the Guozi Prison." ”

The medicinal juice was dark, Tong Fu pinched his nose and drank it, "I'm not sick, I have to pour something so unpleasant." My father, alas, always knew what I was afraid of. ”

Jin Youzi didn't talk, "You rest earlier, you still need to go to the household, and you'll go." Then he turned around and left.

Tong Fu felt strange in his heart, this person usually doesn't leave until it gets dark, and he can't leave with a bang. Although it was not dark at the moment, there was no one in the household department for a long time, so what was he doing in a hurry?

Jin Youzi left with his front foot, and Bian Jingzhao swayed into the courtyard.

Tong Fu changed into a coat and wrapped himself, ran out of the door, and said to Bian Jingzhao: "Help take care of Seventeen, I'll go back." ”

Bian Jingzhao was stunned, "This ...... I'm afraid it's not ......."

"Xiaofeng!" Tong whisked and disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Bian Jingzhao felt that something was passing in front of him, and when he looked at it, a paulownia phoenix was standing next to the small stove, squinting at him.

Where can he take care of anything else, trembling and touching the pen bucket on his waist, "The phoenix gathers tung flowers...... Moreover...... Let me draw ......"