On the street not far from the prince's mansion, there was no one around, and there were two figures, one black and one red, standing quietly in the night breeze.

"Why are you here?" The scarlet figure blocked the other party's way.

"Why are you here?" The man in black said-for-tat, "Suzaku, don't forget, you and I are our own masters. I have come for a reason. ”

Suzaku stepped on the long black shadow cast by the other party on the road, approached him step by step, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but he turned around in mid-air, stroked the long whip on his waist, and said lightly but coldly: "Changji, I didn't tell anyone, it was you who pushed Hua Thirteen off the cliff. But can you tell me that it was your master's intention to kill him? ”

Changji took a step forward and knelt down beside Suzaku's ear: "You forgot that you and I have set the rules a long time ago - don't ask each other. ”

"But you also seem to have forgotten that there is another rule that does not interfere with each other." Suzaku stared at Changji coldly, "You and I have always gone our own ways over the years, but this time, the person you want to kill is the person I want to save, and I must bring him back to Yin Chenglian." ”

"Whatever you want." Changji's eyebrows never wrinkled, "It's a big deal, I'll kill once, you save once, you save once, I'll kill once." ”

"You can't kill him." Suzaku approached the distance long machine, the two breathed together, and a rusty smile curled up on her lips, "You can't beat him at all." ”

As soon as Changji thought of Changling, a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart, he slammed Suzaku's throat, and kissed Suzaku's lips with a complicated expression, a fierce and cold kiss like biting ice, but Suzaku responded silently as if he had long been used to it.

"Don't mention my mentally handicapped brother." After the long plane pushed away the Suzaku, he moved his nose slightly and sniffed, "Why didn't you bring the sachet I gave you?" ”

"The last time I ran errands, the sachet fell." Suzaku's words were still flat, but much softer.

"I'll send you next time." Changji grabbed Suzaku's waist hard, "You must carry it with you, asleep or awake, alive or dead." ”

A rare smile tugged at Suzaku's lips: "I bet you'll die before me." ”

Changji looked at her, and the two smiled silently. Then, he walked past her quietly without looking back: "Don't worry, I have something to do when I come to the Prince's Mansion, and no one will die." ”

"Above board?" Suzaku heard this word come out of Changji's mouth, and repeated it in disbelief, she saw that he did greet the guard in front of the prince's mansion in a dignified manner, and after waiting for the summons, he walked into the prince's mansion in a bright light, and then she walked away silently without saying a word.

"It turned out to be someone from Lord Ying's house." Yin Chenglian said politely, "Lord Ying has a lot of opportunities, I don't know why I have time to send someone to my remote and desolate former prince's mansion to take a walk?" ”

Changji took out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve and carefully presented it to Yin Chenglian. As soon as Yin Chenglian's gaze touched this bright yellow, his heart suddenly throbbed. He recognized this bright yellow, which he hadn't seen for many years, the color of the palace, the color of the Son of Heaven, and the color of his father. He could barely contain the trembling from his heart to his fingertips, and took the decree with cringe and anticipation, but he did not dare to open it to see what was written inside.

"Father's holy decree, why was it sent to His Highness by the people of the Ying Mansion. Father, what's wrong with him?! Yin Chenglian grabbed Changji's collar violently and asked almost with a roar.

Changji's expression was as cold as usual: "Your Highness is too worried." Lord Ying often accompanies the king, and this will is still the Holy Lord listened to Lord Ying's words, and only then did he think of His Royal Highness. Your Highness may wish to take a look at what is written in the Divine Decree. ”

"Ying Chengzhao's words?" Yin Chenglian gradually let go of his hand, but his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, he took a deep breath, slowly opened the holy decree, and read the familiar font on it at a glance and ten lines, when he read "The eldest prince Cheng'er led the troops south", his ears echoed the friendly voice of his father's "Cheng'er" in his childhood, familiar and distant, he unconsciously reddened his eyes, and after reading it again three or five times, he closed the holy decree quietly.

"Your Highness, what did the Holy One say? Don't stop talking! Is it to call His Highness back to the palace? Or restore His Highness to the position of crown prince? Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Zhang Yueheng had not faced the saint for ten years, and had never received any will from the palace walls, and at this moment he was spitting excitedly when he spoke, and his fists covered with sword calluses trembled.

Yin Chenglian held the holy decree tightly and didn't say a word. Changji smiled: "For Shengshang and Da Yin, it is naturally a good thing. But for His Royal Highness and General Zhang, whether it is good or bad is still in the hands of the two. ”

Yin Chenglian raised his eyes and glanced at Changji, and he couldn't squeeze out half a smile between his eyebrows: "The famine in Yunnan stirred up civil unrest, and my father asked me to lead the troops south in the name of 'General Huaiyuan' to quell the chaos and help the people, and Zhang Yueheng assisted from the side." But why did you send one of you with me? ”

Changji smiled: "Your Highness, I'm afraid you asked the wrong person." I also asked Lord Ying about the same thing, but Lord Ying only said that I am from the rivers and lakes and do not understand court affairs. Therefore, without further ado, I am only acting as I am told, just as His Highness is obliged to do what he is told. ”

Yin Chenglian glanced at Zhang Yueheng uncertainly, Zhang Yueheng suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, buckled his head and shouted: "The last general Zhang Yueheng swears to follow His Royal Highness Huaiyuan General Cheng to raise troops south!" ”

The long plane also knelt on the ground. The empty courtyard outside the window is secluded, the cool moon is shining in the night, and the back of Yin Chenglian's tightly clenched hand has burst into green tendons. His heart jumped "suddenly": too fast, too fast. He was forgotten too suddenly, and he was remembered too suddenly. And whether this matter is a blessing or a curse or an unknown number.

"Zhang Yueheng and Changji listened to the order, and after three days, the whole army was ready to go south to quell the chaos!" Yin Chenglian seemed to spit out this sentence with a breath that had been squeezed in his chest for too long.

"Your Highness, the matter of going south should not be delayed, Lord Ying has already allocated three thousand elites from the military department to prepare for His Highness's review, and he can set off on the same day, which is also the meaning of the Holy One." The long machine said.

"Is it the intention of my father, or is it the intention of your family?" Yin Chenglian stared intently at Changji, "I heard that Lord Ying has impeached many ministers in the court through the matter of the 'Firefly Order', presumably he has not been idle recently. Although the matter of going south is decided, I still need to think and plan for the long term. I have decided to leave in three days, and I don't need you to say anything for your family. ”

"I didn't expect His Highness to pay a lot of attention to the affairs of the court. However, what did His Highness say? Plotting? Changji raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile as if he didn't take it seriously, "Dare to ask Your Highness, is there a strategist?" ”

Yin Chenglian glanced at Zhang Yueheng, swallowed his throat, and his firm and resolute gaze approached Changji's dark eyes: "My strategist will definitely appear in the mansion within three days." I bother you to tell the hot Lord Ying, I, Yin Chenglian, am not a person like Uncle Xuan Wang who only knows how to cultivate and plant bamboo, and he has always been seen and remembered by many good ministers in the court. Let's go, and we'll be on the way in three days. ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The smile on Changji's face faded mostly, and he kowtowed without saying a word, saluting and leaving.

Yin Chenglian's voice sounded again: "By the way, Changji, next time you see me, don't call Your Highness, call General." ”

Changji was slightly stunned on the threshold before leaving respectfully. And Zhang Yueheng was stunned in place, he rubbed his eyes, stared at Yin Chenglian in disbelief, and didn't dare to say a word easily.

"Old ghost Zhang? Old ghost Zhang? Yin Chenglian waved his hand in Zhang Yueheng's stunned eyes, and then sat down in the chair as if deflated, sighing and said, "What can I do about this, I have never brought soldiers and never left Beijing." If this thing is done badly, where will I put my suave face? ”

Zhang Yueheng's impressive look a moment ago was suddenly dissipated by Yin Chenglian's old appearance: "Your Highness, this matter is not just a matter of losing face. Ying Chengzhao suddenly pushed His Royal Highness in front of the emperor, and recommended his own people to follow His Highness to the south, which was really ill-intentioned, and His Highness was still careful. ”

"I don't know he's scheming? I don't know what your head can think of all day long in the jar. The problem is, I look around and there is no one around. Yin Chenglian sighed, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "Old ghost Zhang, you also heard it just now, Changji said that Ying Chengzhao would allocate 3,000 troops to me from the military department, and these 3,000 people don't know who their hearts will be directed towards." How many people do you have? ”

"Three hundred." Zhang Yueheng scratched the back of his head and smacked his lips unspeakably.

"So, how many of these three hundred people can ignore the powerful, don't care about life and death, and only serve you Zhang Yueheng?" Yin Chenglian frowned and asked.

"Three hundred!" This time, Zhang Yueheng raised his eyebrows happily and proudly and replied.

"Good." Yin Chenglian's handsome eyebrows gradually stretched a little, "When Grandpa Huang was in power, several generals who had a close relationship with you are still able to speak?" ”

"They are all brothers who were born and died, so naturally they are not a problem, but they are just ......" Zhang Yueheng suddenly fell in his throat and frowned in embarrassment, "It's just that they are old and sick now, even if they have the heart to follow His Highness with me, I am afraid they will not be able to assist." ”

Yin Chenglian frowned and worried for a moment, and then said with a flash of inspiration: "Uncle Xuanwang!" Among the five generals who were named the 'Five Fingers of the Royal Hand' by the emperor's grandfather, Uncle Xuan Wang was the first! I'll go find him, and he'll definitely help me! ”

"Your Highness! He can't help you. Zhang Yueheng's expression suddenly became solemn and complicated, "He... He had no soldiers on his hands. ”

Yin Chenglian suddenly felt like a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and he wilted on the chair: "It would be good if Xiaobai was here, he must have a way to help me." ”

Zhang Yueheng looked at the holy decree in Yin Chenglian's hand, which was particularly dazzling in this empty and desolate hall, and he patted Yin Chenglian's shoulder: "Your Highness, I and my people will definitely follow Your Highness to the death." ”

"Oh, Father... Are you really..."Yin Chenglian put the heavy holy decree in his hand on the table, he pondered silently for a moment, and asked, "When was the last time you led the army to march?" ”

"Thirteen years ago." Zhang Yueheng gritted his teeth, secretly clenched his fists, and continued to say hatefully, "The battle of the Great Yin Tower where the first emperor died. ”

"Imperial Grandpa..."Yin Chenglian's heart brushed a touch of gloom, and he came back to his senses and continued to ask, "Was the Lord General you assisted at that time the Imperial Grandfather?" Is he strategizing and leading troops like a god? ”

"Not His Majesty." Zhang Yueheng closed his eyelids heavily, "It's King Xuan." ”