In the middle of the night, every family is closed and sleeping, and the street is quiet, only the sound of gongs can be heard.

There were a few black-clad guards gathered in the inn hall to eat and drink, sliced maroon sauce beef, drowsy and drowsy guys, and night owls roaring in the wind.

Everything is peaceful and cold.

Song Shuyu was in a hurry for a day's journey, and he was tired, and when he lived in the guest house, it was dark outside.

In the silent night, the lights made his face look half-bright and half-dark, he picked up an envelope from the case, which Ye Zi gave him yesterday, and he recognized the notes on the envelope, which was written by Ruan Ling, the head of the household, and it was written by Song Shuyu himself.

Song Shuyu was a pseudonym that Ruan Ling took him out of the palace when he was a child, in order to facilitate it, but he didn't expect him to remember it.

He tore open the envelope and looked at the letter by the light—

"Long time no see, Jun An?

Hou Zhu's family has been hateful and hateful all his life, and his life has been exhausted. Before, he bullied the concubine and maid with grace. Later, the fighting heart fights and kills. Zhu's bewitched the king's heart, paralyzed the government and the opposition, and the prince thought that he had a worry-free future when he ascended the throne, and all the rivers and mountains were in his pocket.

However, people do not fulfill their wishes, and the blue sky has eyes.

Last year, there was an imperial history Zhang Wen playing, imploring the king to re-investigate the case of the emperor's third son, sixth son and the first queen, the emperor was angry, and ordered him to receive 20 rods, cut his salary, and cut his grade.

Today, there are several honest officials and ministers who risked their lives to admonish them, and then asked for a detailed trial of the grievance case, and the prince seconded it, so the emperor allowed it.

The king's heart is unfathomable, and the prince is impermanent. The minister is stupid, and he is afraid day and night, and he does not know what he means.

The matter is big, cautious and cautious, although the plan is thorough, but I am afraid that it is wrong.

If you return, the evil deeds of the Zhu clan are often done, and half of the matter will be done......

The things that were requested, I sincerely hope for the king's permission, burn the ministers, and solve the urgency of the dynasty, and I am impressed. ”

The window was ajar, and the night breeze blew straight to his face, and the night wind in March and April was still freezing, like cool snow.

Song Shuyu had a headache, his expression became tired for a moment, frowning and kneading the bridge of his nose.

It was like a quagmire, lightless, silent, formless, and he had just crawled out to catch his breath, and now the men were going to pull him into it again.

The flickering torches passed outside the inn door, and the sound of human voices and horses' hooves sounded outside, and the firelight approached, and the wooden door was knocked a few times.

One of the guards approached the wooden door and pulled out the bolt, and as soon as the door opened, the leading one entered from the outside wearing a hat, and the black-clad guards stood up and saluted respectfully.

Leaf unveiled his cloak and nodded.

He walked a dry mouth, picked up the wine on the table where the group had just eaten, took a sip to quench his thirst, and hurried upstairs.

The pine oil lamp was lit in the house, and Song Shuyu leaned against the window edge of the inn, looking out of the window, and the paper and letterhead on the table were messy.

The heat in the teacup dispersed in strands, and his eyes were cold and misty, hidden in the dim yellow candlelight.

Ye Zi stood in front of the case and reported to him with a serious face, "Master, everything is arranged in front of you." ”

Song Shuyu didn't speak, nodded and waved his hand to tell him to stand down.

Ye Zi hesitated for a while, and glanced at his master with a sneaky eye.

He was sensitive to it, and since his master left Chen Guo, his face became more and more indifferent day by day, and he turned back to the cold-faced man who was silent all day long and hid in the palace all day long.

Ye Zida knew him when he was a child, because he was friendly with General Zhong.

At that time, General Zhong was not General Zhong, and the adults called him Zhong San.

Zhong San is also a weirdo, he likes to pester the fourteenth prince to play, the fourteenth prince is not favored, and his temper is also strange, the Zhong family has repeatedly warned him that he must know how to judge the situation and choose a good tree to live in.

But Zhong San has a strong personality, he doesn't listen, he puffs up his chest and makes a temperament, and even goes to the fourteenth prince more often.

Then the leaves have to follow, because Zhong San is the master of the leaves to fight small.

Later, when he heard that the fourteenth prince was dead, Zhong San locked himself in the house, his eyes were swollen like big walnuts, he didn't eat or drink, there was hatred in his eyes, and he kept shouting that he wanted to avenge him.

Ye Zi is actually quite sad, sometimes he hides in the house and secretly wipes two tears, and even has a lot of money to buy some money and food to burn some paper money for the fourteenth master.

Later, it became strange, Zhong San secretly found Ye Zi in one day, and told him to find the fourteenth prince and recognize him as the new master.

Ye Zi was shocked and hurriedly asked Zhong San, "Isn't the Fourteenth Master...... Dead? ”

Zhong San's eyes flashed, and he flicked his head viciously, "Let your mother's bullshit go, he won't die!" You go to the north of Chen Guo to find someone, and you go to protect him with your life, if he comes back and hurts him, Lao Tzu will take your head! ”

His expression was like a rakshasa ghost, and Ye Zi nodded in fright.

"Don't call me father, uncle knows, you will no longer be the Zhong family in the future, Lin Nanqing is your new master, do you know!"

Ye Zi kowtowed goodbye to Zhong San, packed up his baggage and ran to Chen Guo to recognize his master overnight.

Of course, the slave has to be the master's intimate little padded jacket, Ye Zi wiped his forehead, and stepped forward, "Master, you, do you think it's okay?" ”

Ye Zi wanted to speak and stopped, thought about it and added: "I mean your body is ......"

No.

In fact, he cared about Song Shuyu's mood, he knew that he was not comfortable in Chu State, but he still had to drag him back.

Song Shuyu turned his head towards him, and Ye Zi realized that there was also a faint bloodshot in his eyes.

He smiled and reassured him, "It's okay, you go and rest." ”

Song Shuyu was opposite Ye Zi, and his words were also very kind, but Ye Zi felt that there were countless vague things between the two of them.

It's not something he can get rid of by saying a few more words of concern and doing a few more neat and beautiful things.

Seeing that Ye Zi closed the door and went out, Song Shuyu turned his face back again and hid in the dark.

He had already entered the territory of the Chu State, leaving himself alone in this dark room, lonely and confused, making him look in a trance.

He seemed to see Shutan standing beside him, and she didn't say a word, wearing the jacket she usually wore, just looking at him gently.

I always feel that there is a piece of astringent and swollen place in my heart, which is getting bigger and bigger.

Song Shuyu closed her eyes and remembered that he said goodbye to Shutan yesterday, and she said that she would wait for him to go back.

He looked at her in silence, her birth was not glamorous, but very gentle, as soft as an apricot blossom, making people take off their guards.

Over the years, the most tender time in his life was in the yard, she would feel sorry for him if he was missing bedding, would help him do his work, would obediently wait for him at the table to serve food, and she would mumble a few words if it was unpalatable.

She's shabby, seriously.

Compared to all the people he had ever met, she was like a frog locked in a dry well, and I wonder if it was a bit inappropriate to say that.

She smelled good, more than anyone he'd ever touched.

It's not warm and rich, it's not seductive, it's gentle in the cold.

Will she really wait for him?

Song Shuyu closed his eyes and looked indifferent.

He found that he had been thinking about Shutanlai lately, always inadvertently, always in some details.

It may make sense to fall into it, especially if you are tired of the darkness and have happened to see the white apricots of March in spring.

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Before dawn on the second day, his subordinates sent a burden, and Ye Zi took it and sent it into Song Shuyu's house, untied the knot, and it was a stack of neat brocade clothes.

Ye Zi took care of Song Shuyu well, and put on a navy blue coat for him, he is the fourteenth prince of Chu State, so he naturally wants to wear it noble and elegant.

It is said that people rely on clothes, Song Shuyu is dressed with a belt, and the dark color of his body makes his cold face even colder at the moment, and his sideburns are like knives.

After tidying up his clothes, Ye Zi hurriedly went down and ordered the black-clothed guards to wait out of the inn, and there was already a carriage waiting outside.

The two of them boarded the car and headed south.

The road was flat and boring, Ye Zi squinted and was about to take a quiet nap, and when he was half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to hear his master talking, and he opened his eyes in a hurry.

Song Shuyu sat in the sedan chair, picked up the curtain and looked outside, and there were green mountains rubbing one after another outside.

"These mountains look so depressing."

Song Shuyu frowned, raised his fingers, and lowered the curtain again.

His lips were dry and tight, his hands were unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes, and his hands were stinging and painful.

When Song Shuyu raised his hand and took a look, he remembered that he accidentally broke a teacup last night, and the fragments pulled the tiger's mouth.