Zuo Xiangfu prepared very quickly, the second day before the arrival of the Si, there were slaves to come to Anle Houfu to invite Chen Ye to go, Chen Ye carried a few pieces of clothing packed overnight, and went out with the slaves, just about to step out of the house.

"Chenye!"

Chen Ye turned his head and saw his worried father behind him, only one night, his father seemed to be much older.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Chen Ye stood on the steps, looking at his father from a distance.

"Yes."

He tossed and turned all night last night, although his father often admonished him over the years, but after all, he still let him do what he liked, and now his father suddenly told him the bizarre past in the old things, even if he is not familiar with the world, he can also taste the concealment and helplessness.

Tatsura, the half-brother who is his own, what kind of person he is, why he wants to rebel against the country, what he wants to do, too many questions are entangled in his mind.

"Dad, over the years, I have been obsessed with the development of gunpowder, and I have not done a single part of the responsibility as the son of An Lehou, this matter is caused by my father, and it is at the safety of my Anle Hou Mansion, as a son, it should be ended by me."

Chen Ye's voice is calm, with a steadiness that is different from usual.

"I also want to know the truth, but I know that there can't be any more chaos in the Hou Mansion at this time."

"Dad, take care of yourself and take care of your mother."

Chen Ye bowed deeply to An Lehou, this long trip, he did not tell his mother in advance, hoping that he would have the opportunity to make amends to his mother on the day of return.

Parents and children travel far away, maybe it will be a life and death situation, how can parents not worry, but An Le Hou also understands that there is a cause and effect, if it is a past fate, there will be no way out at this time, how can he say something more?

When Chen Ye arrived, Mo Qinghe was already lightly armed and riding on the horse.

"Zuo Xiang doesn't ride in a carriage?"

Chen Ye was a little puzzled.

"You and I are traveling as messengers, and the carriage is inconvenient."

The words of the ink and the answer are concise and to the point.

"Yes, Chen Ye knows."

For some reason, Chen Ye always felt some instinctive fear in the face of Jimo Qinghe.

Here the two were ready to set off for Yuqin, and there was an undercurrent in Kangping Kingdom, Zhaoyu learned that Su Suyi planned to leave the royal capital of Kangping, although he did not find out where he was going, but Gongzi's order was to use all means to prevent her from leaving the city.

How to act became a top priority, Zhao Yu immediately summoned Kangping's Weiyun secret pile to discuss the matter in a tea house, and while everyone was talking, a small guy knocked on the door and handed in a post.

"This uncle, the boy next door asked me to give this to you."

The little guy handed the post to Zhao Yu, and Zhao Yu reached out to take it.

"Childe next door, who is it?"

"I don't know about this."

The little guy replied timidly, and Zhao Yu waved his hand when he saw that he was indeed unaware

"You go out first."

"Okay, a few uncles have something to call me!"

Seeing that Zhaoyu had no intention of blaming, the little servant immediately put the tablecloth on his shoulders and bowed out.

Zhao Yu opened the post, looked at its Chinese characters, his face suddenly changed, he fixed his mind, and looked around at the few dark piles sitting in front of him.

"You go back today, and I'll give you news and the latest instructions in time."

"Yes."

Although a few dark piles didn't know what was going on, they also knew how to measure themselves, and they all bowed and retreated.

Zhao Yu watched a few people leave, opened the post in his hand again, this time he carefully considered the meaning, and after a while, he stood up, walked out of the door, and knocked on the door of a closed private room on the right.

"It may be boring for one person to drink tea, and I don't know if I can drink it with you."

He stood outside the door, listening intently to the movement inside, trying to hear a thing or two from it, but the room was quiet, as if there was no one, just when Zhaoyu wanted to use internal force to explore the void and reality.

"Having friends from afar is the most relieving of worries."

A voice came, the door opened, and the person in the private room was quite chic and half-lying in front of the tea table, dressed in an apricot-colored satin robe, holding an ivory folding fan, his slender and graceful fingers shook the cup at will, he raised his chin slightly with a smile, and the smile was quite a bit of a merry boy.

Zhao Yu walked in with his legs raised, and the people in the house threw the folding fan to the young man who opened the door.

"Wandering ......"

The boy immediately retreated.

Zhao Yu looked at the person in front of him and bowed.

"Self-cultivation young master."