The weather was gloomy all day.

The carriage walked for a long time before it reached the vicinity of the royal city.

It's getting late.

"Zijin, let's go see my sister tomorrow, it's late today." After getting out of the carriage, Fushang said to Lan Zijin.

Lan Zijin nodded.

The three of them found an inn.

In the middle of the night, the candlelight shook gently, Lan Zijin took out the sword of Dongfang Luoqi, and found that a small line of words was engraved on the hilt, which seemed to be engraved later.

The bright moon pavilion shines in the room, and you still think about your own body. Loneliness is not only me, barren mountains bury the dead.

According to Liumeng's father, this sword was given to Dongfang Luoqi by the first king of the East, could it be that the one who engraved this line is the first king of the East Kingdom?

It is said that the book has been read a hundred times, and Lan Zijin chanted softly a few times, but was heard by Dongfang Luoqi, who passed by in front of the door.

Dongfang Luoqi knocked on the door and coughed a few times, Lan Zijin walked over to open the door and asked, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet." ”

"Didn't you sleep too?" Dongfang Luo Qi said and sat down by himself. Seeing his sword on the table, he said, "This sword, the name is condensed." Sharpening iron like clay, not tasting defeat, it's a pity to put it here for you. ”

Lan Zijin said disdainfully: "It's a pity to put it here for me, isn't it a pity to put it for you?" ”

Dongfang Luoqi was silent, and his swordsmanship was indeed inferior to Dongfang Luoyu. He knew that Lan Zijin must be very puzzled, why his father gave him this sword instead of Dongfang Luoyu, after all, Dongfang Luoyu was the one who inherited the throne.

Lan Zijin sat down, looked at the two lines of words, and asked, "Dongfang Luoqi, this poem looks like it was engraved later, covering up the pattern underneath, was it engraved by the first king?" ”

Dongfang Luo Qi shook his head and said, "I don't know." Anyway, when my father gave me Chopping, I already had these two lines. ”

Lan Zi looked at it carefully, and said: "The barren mountain burying the deceased, does it mean that the eastern barren mountain on the outskirts of the Eastern King City?" ”

Dongfang Luo Qi thought thoughtfully, took the sword over again, looked at it, and said, "There is a possibility." This sword has been around for a long time, and it may have existed during the war in the Eastern Barren Mountains. ”

"The barren mountain buries the deceased......" Lan Zijin muttered to himself, remembering that day he watched the fallen leaves of the mountain with Dongfang Luoyu, and heard a woman crying in the depths of the barren mountain, was the old man talking about her? Mixed with her crying, there was more desolation and loneliness. Presumably the woman must have been lonely.

Dongfang Luoqi looked at Lan Zijin and asked seriously: "Let's not talk about this sword, we are about to go to Nangong Wangcheng, since Fushang has been recovered, then the difficulty of this trip has been reduced a lot, all we have to do is to get back the Panlong Sword and Plum Blossom Fan." Have you figured out what you're going to do? ”

Lan Zijin shook his head.

Dongfang Luoqi was a little helpless and said, "I really admire you." It's been so long, haven't you thought about it yet? ”

"If we want to sneak into the Nangong Prince's Mansion, we must not be able to take Fushang there, we must arrange Fushang in a safe place first. After worshipping the lotus clothes tomorrow, let's go to Nangong Wangcheng to find a place to stay, inquire about the news, and talk about the rest later. Lan Zijin put away his sword and said to Dongfang Luoqi.

"Well, you rest early. Depart early tomorrow morning. Dongfang Luo Qi said and stood up and wanted to leave. Lan Zijin stopped him and said, "Tomorrow I will sacrifice the lotus clothes, and then send the Fusheng back, I don't think we can take her to Nangong Wangcheng, for the few of us, it is always very dangerous there, and she doesn't know martial arts." ”

Dongfang Luoqi agreed and left, and after entering the room, he couldn't help but sigh, what Lan Zijin cared about was always someone else.

Lan Zijin sat alone in the room, took out pen and ink and wrote a letter, folded it and put it in his pocket. Then he blew out the wind and went to bed.

The next day, it was cold. When she got up in the morning, Fushang fetched water again and came to Lan Zijin's room and combed her long hair.

"Zijin, I remember the last time I saw you, your hair was still jet black, why does it look a little red now?" Fleur asked as she brushed her hair.

Lan Zijin looked at himself in the mirror and said, "The day He Yi left, my hair became like this. Maybe it's her blood that stained my hair red. By the way, why didn't you wear an apricot hairpin? ”

"The hairpin is so precious, I've put it away. For one, I'm afraid I'll get it dirty and break it. Second, I'm afraid of being remembered by thieves. ”

Lan Zijin smiled, and what Fu Sheng said did make sense. Now that the three of them are in this Nangong realm, it is better to be cautious.

The carriage and horse traveled for nearly half a day, passing through the Qingshui Lake on the outskirts of Nangong Wangcheng, and after receiving the Fusheng, Dongfang Luoqi rented a carriage again, he sat on Chiye, and said to the two people in the carriage: "Cousin, look, this Nangong landscape is really good, the lake is so clear. ”

Lan Zijin lifted the curtain of the car, looked at the large clear lake outside, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he came to play with Nangong Yu.

The groom said while driving the carriage: "Childe doesn't know, this is one of the main scenery of our Nangong, Qingshui Lake, which is famous for its clear water. ”

Lan Zijin listened to Ma Fu's words and recalled that at that time, Nangong Yu explained the same thing to him.

Time flies, and she is no longer the little girl who has just fallen in love.

She was thinking, if she was really discovered by Nangong Yu, would Nangong Yu kill her?

Maybe.

Maybe, no.

Dongfang Luoqi's voice came from outside again, and he asked, "Cousin, do you want to get out of the car and play for a while to enjoy the scenery?" ”

"Admire it yourself, you ride faster anyway, and we'll go first. I am not interested in the scenery of Nangong. ”

Hearing what Lan Zijin said, Dongfang Luo Qi smiled, laughing at how he had forgotten it, she had lived in Nangong for a long time, she should have been tired of seeing it, or maybe the beautiful scenery of Nangong would evoke some bad memories for her.

The carriage and horse continued to march, and Fushang asked in a low voice, "Zijin, does the prince like you?" ”

Lan Zijin didn't know how to answer, so he asked rhetorically, "Why do you say that?" ”

Fushang smiled and said, "Anyone with a discerning eye can see it, he is a dignified prince, but he is so accommodating to you." ”

Lan Zijin thought to herself, yes, he was so accommodating, but she owed him too much favor, and she couldn't pay it back.

"I'm already Dongfang Luoyu's woman, so it's impossible for me to talk to him."

Fushang's big eyes blinked and asked, "Zijin, do you like the prince?" ”

Lan Zijin replied categorically: "No, I have a little bit of dependence on him, but I know that feeling is not like." ”

Fushang nodded as if she didn't understand.