On the morning of the sixth day of the eighth month, Emperor Xiu and his party returned to the top of the Nine Pavilions.

Chu Chen was so busy dealing with the government during the day that his feet didn't touch the ground, and when he looked at his daughter at night, he couldn't help but think of Zixi and his son, and his heart was sour, and he couldn't wait to fly to the top of the Nine Pavilions immediately to confirm Zixi's safety.

Nan Mohao is still silent as before, his methods are resolute, and his temperament is cold and hard, which makes people unable to see through his thoughts.

At the beginning of September, Chu Ning's child was full moon.

Su Jin officially ordered the court to serve as the left minister, and he didn't know the right to the probing eyes frequently cast by the courtiers.

This summer has passed very slowly for Chu Chen and Nan Mohao, and it is like a year.

Walking between the front hall, the imperial study and Yonghua Palace every day, Chu Chen still has a daughter to take care of, and Nan Mohao is still a government in addition to the government.

Outside of being busy with the government, they were all waiting in silence, waiting for the letter from the top of the Nine Pavilions.

The days of waiting were truly an ordeal.

In the middle of September, the weather entered autumn, Chu Chen finally waited for a letter from Qin Shang, almost couldn't wait for a moment, and ordered someone to prepare the fastest horse to leave the imperial capital that night and gallop towards the top of the Nine Pavilions.

After four days and nights of non-stop sleeplessness, Chu Chen finally arrived at the mountain, looking at the endless stone steps, he took a deep breath, feeling that his legs were weak, and his fingertips were trembling.

Exhausted, his limbs stiffened, and his legs were so sore that he could barely lift them.

The exhaustion of saving up for four days and nights surged at this moment, and he could no longer hide it, and he even had a feeling of homesickness.

He couldn't wait to see Zixi and make sure that Zixi was safe, but his feet were so weak that he didn't dare to move forward, afraid of hearing bad news, afraid of facing a result that made him desperate.

Stopping, a red-clothed figure appeared in his sight, Chu Chen's pupils shrank, and he stared silently at the figure that came from far and near.

Qin Shang was worried that Chu Chen would get lost in the mountains when he first arrived, so he did his best to greet the landlord.

However, seeing him standing alone at the foot of the mountain steps, Qin Sheng paused slightly, and suddenly thought of the time when he came back to receive his death, and he was also so lonely, alone, with fatigue and embarrassment.

Chu Chen looked tired at this time, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

Qin Shang came out of despair that time......

The past went with the wind, and when he looked back, he found that the unforgettable feeling was still there, but he was no longer the moth that put out the fire at the beginning......

Well, it doesn't seem to be.

The moth is still a moth, but it is no longer a flame, but it can approach his master openly, absorbing the warmth and gaze he has longed for.

Brushing away the sigh in his heart, Qin Sheng said lightly: "Tired? ”

Chu Chen looked at him silently, and said tiredly and panickedly: "Zixi...... Are you okay? ”

Is Zixi okay?

Qin Sheng was slightly silent, didn't say good or bad, only said lightly: "You come with me." ”

Chu Chen's heart sank slightly, and he couldn't tell what this sentence meant.

If Zixi is okay, Qin Sheng should tell him directly that Ruo Zixi is not good...... Qin Shang should at least be a little sad.

But at this time, his reaction was really impossible to judge.

Chu Chen lifted his breath and followed.

This was Chu Chen's first day at the top of the Nine Pavilions, and all the way to the mountain, he could feel that there were many hidden masters in the mountain, and he could also feel the transcendent dignity that was completely different from the palace here.

But he had no intention of admiring, and he had no time to linger on the domineering spirit of the vast mountain range overlooking the world.