"When the Seventh Prince first went out, he only asked the little one not to follow, and he didn't say where he was going." Xiao Luzi bowed his head and replied.

Syllable. An Yiru slapped the silver chopsticks in his hand on the table, and this morning unhappiness finally had a place to erupt.

"One by one, you are becoming more and more presumptuous, and the seventh master said that he would not follow you? It's cold and snowy outside, if the seventh master has a mistake riding a horse, how can you afford it? ”

When Xiao Luzi heard this, he fell to his knees with a thud, "It's a little thoughtless, but the Seventh Prince said that he wouldn't let him follow, which one dares to follow?" ”

"Dare to quibble?" An Yiru's voice suddenly rose a little.

Xiao Luzi pursed his lips and said no more.

But he was not afraid in his heart, he knew that he was the person of the Seventh Prince, and An Yiru could not do anything to him if he was angry. If you want to dispose of it, you also need to be sent by the Seventh Prince personally, and others are not qualified to do so.

Neither can the princess.

But the appearance still has to be done, Xiao Luzi lowered his head, and made a sincere and fearful expression.

"How did the seventh master know about the beggar yesterday?" After stabilizing his emotions, An Yiru asked again.

An Yiru is not unreasonable, it stands to reason that a beggar fainted at the door of the house, and if the porter couldn't bear it, at most he would go back to the housekeeper, and the housekeeper looked at whether to save or not, both of which were acceptable, and there was no need to alarm the Seventh Prince.

"Yesterday, when a porter came to report to Steward Yang, the Seventh Prince happened to be there, and it was also the Seventh Prince's mercy, so he also went outside the house to see what was going on, and then carried the beggar to the next room." Xiao Luzi will tell the story of yesterday in 1510.

Knowing that it was the Seventh Prince who carried the beggar back to the house, An Yiru only suspected that something was wrong with her ears, how did she not know what kind of temperament Zhao Qiye had, and the Lord who was about to frown when there was a little dust on his clothes in Su Ri, actually ...... Drop your body and carry a beggar home?

Isn't it evil? An Yiru asked again: "You mean that the seventh master carried the beggar into the mansion?" ”

Be. Xiao Luzi replied again in a regular manner.

Ha. An Yiru sneered, thought about it, and sneered again, secretly thinking that people have lived for a long time, and they can really encounter any strange things, and this seventh master is going to become a living bodhisattva.

"About that beggar, did the Seventh Master say anything about the origin?" An Yiru asked tentatively again, for no reason, Zhao Qiye had no reason to be so concerned about a beggar.

Xiao Luzi hurriedly shook his head, "I didn't say it." ”

An Yiru thinks about it, Zhao Qiye has always been such a person who cherishes words, how can he say something to a subordinate.

"Go down, if the seventh master returns home, let someone report it immediately." An Yiru waved his hand at Xiao Luzi.

Xiao Luzi replied "yes" and retreated.

An Yiru was still sitting upright, her face calm, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhao Zheng rode out of the house and went all the way out of the city.

His whereabouts were soon reported to the palace. Zhao Guang, the emperor of the lower dynasty, sat in the imperial study to review the folds, and the palace man Sun Delu took the secret report that had just been sent in and presented it to Zhao Guang.

Zhao Guang put aside the cinnabar pen and opened the secret report: The Seventh Prince rescued a beggar back to his house yesterday, and rode out of the city today and went to Yunyou Temple.

After Zhao Guang read it, he threw the secret report into a bronze vessel beside him and said: Burn it.

Sun Delu hurriedly stepped forward, took out the secret report, lit it on the oil lamp beside him, burned it until it was broken, and threw it into the bronze vessel again. There was no evidence of any secrets, as if they had never existed.

Not far from the outskirts of the city, halfway up the mountain, is the Yunyou Temple. Due to the heavy snowfall, there were no pilgrims along the way, and the snow was very thick, and the speed of the horses gradually slowed down.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zheng dismounted, holding the reins in one hand and the cloak in the other, and slowly walked up the vaguely recognizable steps.

The door of Yunyou Temple was hidden, and Zhao Zheng tied his horse to a tree next to the temple gate and pushed the door in.