Let's talk about it. Ji Qiang's index finger tapped lightly on the table, her delicate eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly, and she didn't know why, she was a little confused in her heart, and she hadn't made a decision yet.

The most lively place under the roots of Yanguo Imperial City.

"Sigh how indifferent that person is in the world, only sigh that I am empty and alone in the world...... The sky disappears and the flowers fall into the dead moon and the moon is clear, and life needs to be happy in the world, and I don't know what to do from afar. The golden bottle is against the moon, the air is shouting, and life is like a play like chess. ”

The people on the stage sang the story of the boudoir, and the people in the audience listened to the beauty.

This is the closest opera garden to the palace in Yan Kingdom, and it also does restaurant and inn business, the play is first-class and good, and the price is also first-class and high. It's worth listening to the opera, it's one of the best celebrities, if you eat and live, it's either money and no land to spend, or water is in your head.

Fang Ping's cold killing was one of these wronged leaders. There is only one inn near the palace, and it is also the most lively place, the two of them wore gold and silver and asked for a pot of wine in the hall, dressed in the Western Regions, and looked like a rich and landless person to spend.

If there is no news in the palace, you have to look for a needle in a haystack in the market.

They were eating wine, looking at the stage, their eyes watching, and their minds ran to the opposite table, and at a glance, they knew that it was Lianjiazi. Fang Ping took the wine and stood closer, and the sound of those people talking to others came into his ears:

"If it's not a woman, then Xiao Langjun, who has seen something outstanding, hasn't seen it?"

"No, never. Brother Liao, can you, the mother and mother of your friend's family, still disguise themselves as men? Is it really not a woman from the rivers and lakes? ”

Fang Ping returned to his table with the wine, exchanged glances with Leng Kill, and went upstairs to return to his room.

"That person's waist is indeed the waist card of the East Palace?" Leng Kill asked.

"It's true, the black background is golden, except for the prince, an ordinary eunuch and a rich family dare to use it." Fang Ping sat down, his heart becoming more and more uneasy. "Yan Wuheng. If Niangniang is not with Emperor Yan, I'm afraid it won't be where his son is......"

He didn't dare to draw conclusions, and sneaked into the East Palace at night.

Fang Ping changed the clothes of the guards, and with the guards who changed in shifts, he entered the prince's bedroom. He had to stay in the outer room, and faintly saw the shadow of Yan Wuheng half-lying on the couch behind the bed curtain. There were many people outside the couch, Yan Wuheng's back was straight, and he was facing the person standing with his back to Fang Ping.

He could only see the back, but he could recognize it at a glance as King Yan. Relying on clothing alone, there is no one in front of Yan Wuheng's bed who is not a nobleman who is not richly dressed. Fang Ping was secretly frightened, if he was exposed, he would be unable to escape.

On the couch, Yan Wuheng was about to stand up, but was pressed by King Yan on the shoulder and sat down again: "Lie down, where are you going!" At a young age, you still have to let me, a white-haired old man, guard you before you are willing to recuperate. Yan Wuheng, don't forget that you are still the prince of this Yan country! ”

King Yan's tone was angry, and he looked at Yan Wuheng with hatred.

The national teacher on the side came out in time to play the original game for the two, he seemed to persuade the young prince, and said seriously: "You don't need to abandon the great rivers and mountains of Yan Country for a woman. There are thousands of beauties in Yan Country, and you will not lack such a posture in the future. ”

Yan Wuheng seemed to listen to it, and was extremely useful, and replied: "Thank you for the persuasion of the national teacher, Wuheng will no longer act so impulsively, for a woman...... Impulsive and reckless. ”

King Yan on the side snorted coldly, still a little angry, no longer looked at the prince on the couch, and only ordered the palace maid on the side to serve well.

Fang Ping cautiously lowered his head and pretended to be a guard, and the emperor led a group of people to leave. He thought that tonight would be like this, and he wouldn't be able to hear anything more, and was about to find a chance to leave, when Yan Wuheng quickly moved:

"Bring the painter in!"

The painter was summoned and began to draw up a portrait of a woman. Fang Ping felt something, and stared straight at the rice paper under the painter's pen with a pair of eyes...... With one stroke, Ji Qiang's face gradually appeared on the paper.

Really! Fang Ping was shocked in his heart, and he was almost unstable under his feet, and stepped out of the ranks of the guards.

He carefully identified the portrait, Ji Qiang was not a mediocre appearance, but extremely beautiful. The painting was also held in Yan Wuheng's hand, he looked at it carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered the person who had been standing by the window behind him: "Go find it, quickly, paste this painting in the whole city!" ”

Fang Ping was almost certain that Ji Qiang might have been in the East Palace at one time. Yan Wuheng's henchmen had already been ordered to go down to search, and Fang Ping left with the guards escorting the painter.

He was surprised in his heart, and did not waste much time in the East Palace, and galloped all the way from the roof and eaves to the theater not far from the palace.

He was not without doubts, that portrait was not casually talked, but it was the only useful evidence in the past few days when he came to Yan Kingdom. After discussing with Leng Kill, his intention was the same as Fang Ping's, "Just follow Yan Wuheng's henchmen, maybe you can really find the queen mother." ”

Fang Ping put down the exquisite antique teacup in his hand, and immediately set off to pack his things, and the two decided to set off that night, and there was no time to delay.

The inn in this theater garden, extremely low-key luxury, when the two left, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the pavilion, the eaves and the tooth corridor waist step by step are all famous works, calligraphy and painting relics are a lot, carved beams and paintings are not fine one by one. Unlike the two of them, Ji Qiang's inn is not a little cheaper.

There is a strong illness that is gradually getting better, and the rest only needs to be recuperated for a long time, so there is no need to stay in this small inn and continue to drink medicine.

Youzhuang was lying on the bed with only one layer of soft mattress and closed his eyes and rested, Ji Qiang was standing at the table, and the last pair of cold medicine prescribed by the doctor was still drying on the table at hand. Xiao Er naturally didn't send the brewed tea, only sent some hot water, Ji Qiang rubbed the coarse porcelain teacup, the hot water in the cup was still a little hot, she wandered out of the world, as if she didn't feel it at all.

"Bang"

She slapped the table, the sound was not too loud, and it still woke up Youzhuang. He opened his eyes and looked at Ji Qiang intently with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"It's decided, let's go back to Yan Kingdom." Ji Qiang put down the teacup and picked up the bowl of medicine, the temperature of the touch was just right, and she handed it to Youzhuang.

"Why?" You Zhuang took the bowl of medicine, he was a little strange, Ji Qiang suddenly ended his hesitation and decided to return to Yan Kingdom.

"It's nothing, I don't want to go to Dachen, will you follow me?" Ji Qiang asked him, but he didn't answer positively.

Now that the Dachen crisis has been resolved, it will naturally not remain at a low level, and it is only a matter of time before it is recovered. She only wanted to go back because of the country's difficulties, but now that the crisis is over, she doesn't need to go back.

"Yes." Youzhuang drank the bowl of Chinese medicine and looked at Ji Qiang calmly.

"I guess you'll be with me." Ji Qiang stood up from the stool and spoke in a relaxed tone. The subordinates kept moving, picking up themselves and Youzhuang's few salutes.

There was no wind and no moon, Leng Kill sighed at the sky, and left the inn with Ji Qiang almost at the same time.