About half an hour later.

Chu Lange sighed secretly in his heart, and said in a calm tone: "Young Master Zhuo, Young Master Yu wants to ask you for a favor." ”

"Huh?" Zhuo Yilan unexpectedly raised his head and looked at her, "What's the hurry?" ”

"The royal prince wants to ask you to pick him up at Duanwang's Mansion tomorrow and go to Xiaoanshan to worship General Chu." Chu Lange said seriously, of course, this was her own meaning, and the excuse was just to push it to Yu Feiyin, "The prince wants to leave the Duanwang Mansion, but the Duanwang has been retaining, so he has to make this decision, and ask Zhuo Gongzi to help." ”

"Whew!"

Zhuo Yilan scoffed.

He didn't say yes right away, and he didn't refuse.

After a while, he waved his hand and motioned for Chu Lange to leave.

Chu Lange glanced at him deeply and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the Tibetan Orchid Garden, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't say yes right away, according to what she knew about him, he should have sent someone over.

……

As night falls, the lights come on.

On weekdays, the people look up and guard the well-guarded Duanwang Mansion.

An elegant pavilion in the main courtyard.

In the flickering lights, a young man was burning incense and bathing in the room.

Through the six immortal crane purple screens, Zhuo Yilan was still wearing a hat, sitting at random and slanting on one side for a short time, his white fingers turning the porcelain lid on the tea bowl for a while. Occasionally, he would peer through the tulle to the screen, and through the tiny gap in the screen, he would see the man in the bath with his back to him, with long hair and mottled black and white.

A small square sandalwood table by the pool is lined with a bowl of fragrant tea and fruit snacks.

Zhuo Yilan said indifferently: "It is rumored that you have gray hair overnight, but I still don't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true." ”

Xiao Shi picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and a slightly hoarse voice came out of it, "You suddenly came to visit at this hour, you didn't come to see the king's hair." ”

"Of course not."

"What is it?"

"I ...... Had a dream. Zhuo Yilan's tone was instantly stained with a hint of confusion.

"Dreams?"

"Well, it's a dream. I dreamed of General Chu, and she said a lot to me. Guess what she's going to say to me? ”

"Oh? The king was curious, so let's hear it. ”

"Curious? I'm also curious about how General Chu's last wish was not to be buried in the imperial mausoleum? Zhuo Yilan suddenly changed.

"This king also wants to know why you keep wearing a hat and not showing your true face?" Xiao Shi's voice was extremely flat, no joy or anger, and there was no fluctuation.

Zhuo Yilan sneered, "If you are curious, you can ask Your Majesty." ”

"What do you mean, my father made you wear a mask?"

"Huh." Zhuo Yilan smiled extremely wantonly, "Want to test me? Don't, you know, the more curious you are, the less I will tell you. ”

"If you don't say it, this king can think of it." Without Emperor Yuan's permission, no matter how capable Zhuo Yilan was, it would be impossible to wear a mask to the court. Five years ago, Zhuo Yilan returned to Beijing for the first time with the army, and he was promoted to the rank of knight, wearing a mask on his face. Even when he went to the pilgrimage, he didn't take off his mask.

There is a lot of speculation about Zhuo Yilan's identity in Beijing.

It is said that when he was a child, he once followed the old general Chu and was deeply taught by the old general.

Later, General Chu died in battle, and not long after, Jiang Ting appeared beside Zhuo Yilan.

Jiang Ting is Emperor Yuan's confidant general, all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and his mind is outstanding, and some old ministers in the court know it.

And such a character, Emperor Yuan put it next to Zhuo Yilan.