Ye Zhiwei had already walked outside the door, listened to the conversation between the King of England and the Duke of Zhenguo, and gradually slowed down.

Xiaolian didn't know why, and looked back at the look on Ye Zhiwei's face.

Ye Zhiwei listened attentively, but found that the voice of the king gradually lowered.

She knew that King Ying and Zhen Guogong were both martial arts practitioners, and even if she stood here and didn't speak, they could feel her presence, so she didn't stay anymore and took Xiaolian back to Sijingju.

"Go find someone to send a letter to Chen Huyuan, asking him to send someone to the city to inquire about the recent news." The first thing Ye Zhiwei did when she went back was to find someone to go out and deliver the letter.

For the rest of the day, Ye Zhiwei always felt faintly uneasy in her heart, she hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Xiaolian was also infected by her uneasiness, and as a result, she either hit the vase or broke the tea set, which made Ye Zhiwei so annoyed that she had to send her out to do things.

It took three days for Chen Huyuan to reply, and Ye Zhiwei found an excuse to leave the Zhenguo Mansion and went to Shuxiangyuan to meet Chen Huyuan and others.

"Most of the news came from the various shops in the hands of the young lady." Chen Huyuan said, "There are some rumors about the Northwest Mutiny, but most of them are heard from the mouths of the ladies of various prefectures, so there is a lot of water in it. ”

Ye Zhiwei nodded, "Is there any news about the floods in the south?" ”

Chen Huyuan shook his head, "I haven't heard of this, it's just that the price of rice in the city is rising higher and higher, and I heard that many rice shops are no longer able to buy goods, so they can only sell the grain stored in the shops." ”

Ye Zhiwei frowned and was silent in thought.

"The owner?" Chen Huyuan shouted at her several times before she came back to her senses.

Chen Huyuan seemed to see that she had something on her mind, and said, "The owner is worried about the matter of the prince of Nanwang? ”

Since he left the capital, he has not even sent a letter back, which has never happened before, even if he was surrounded by enemy troops, he would have asked the big bird to send a message to her.

Ye Zhiwei did not hide the worry between her eyebrows, "I always feel that something is wrong, Uncle Chen, you have also been in the northwest before, right?" ”

"Yes, we were in the Guard."

"Do you know who is in command of the Northwest Army now?" Ye Zhiwei asked.

Chen Huyuan had a slightly embarrassed look on his face, "After so many years, I'm afraid that it has already been replaced, and the generals we knew at the beginning were not a few who died in battle." ”

Ye Zhiwei propped her chin, "My grandfather didn't seem to know about the mutiny when the King of England mentioned it, it is said that he is still in power, and if there is something in the northwest, he will definitely be the first to get the news......"

"The proprietor means ......"

"I'm afraid that the military power in the northwest is no longer in the hands of my grandfather." Ye Zhiwei said quietly.

Chen Huyuan was stunned for a moment, "I don't know who the military power is in now?" ”

Ye Zhiwei pondered for a long time, no matter what, she didn't want to see the military power in the northwest fall into the hands of the crown prince and the British king.

After Chen Huyuan and the others left, Ye Zhiwei sat alone in the room and was silent.

It was as if there were countless threads in her heart, and she tried desperately to connect them, but she couldn't find the source.

If it is said that Feng Dushi Han went south to make an inspection envoy, there will definitely be all kinds of news coming out, whether it is good or bad, there will always be some rumors.

But now, there was no movement in the south, and she couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.

Later, she had to ask the secret guards arranged by Feng Duhan's side to inquire, but those people were like machines, they only knew how to do what they were told, and they were silent about the rest.

In this way, a few more days passed, and the matter of the northwest mutiny was gradually suppressed.

The capital ushered in a continuous rainy season, and the British king's wedding day happened to encounter such weather.

The rain rained heavily from morning to night, and the carp ponds in the yard were all bubbling and almost overflowing, and the water in the yard looked like a pond from a distance.

Because the day of the British king's marriage was set by Qin Tianjian, it is said that their gang is the best at watching the weather, but this time, they encountered such a thing, which made the emperor displeased.

The bride's big red sedan chair was carried out of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion and was drenched soon after.

The welcoming team was dressed in a robe, no matter how you look at it, it feels quite weird, the king of England is dressed in red, and there are entourages holding umbrellas for him, all the way, the sound of heavy rain is mixed with the joy of ticking, which makes people can't tell whether they are happy or worried.

Despite this weather, there were still many guests at the Royal Palace, and people gathered under the cloister, shouting like a pot of porridge.

Ye Zhiwei did not go to the wedding banquet, and the prince of Zhenguo sent a golden steward to send a congratulatory gift early in the morning.

King Ying searched in the crowd, but until he followed Gu Xiuting into the cave room, he didn't see the figure he wanted to see the most.

Ye Zhiwei has been staying in Sijingju, and the heavy rain has been falling for more than ten days, but there is still no intention of stopping.

She remembered that Feng Duhan had said that the day set for them by the Qin Heavenly Prison was after the King of England got married.

Looking at the heavy rain, suddenly, she felt as if there was a providence in the dark, allowing them to escape this embarrassing weather.

On this day, she was sitting under the porch teasing the falcon, Xiaolian ran in from outside with an umbrella, panting and said, "Miss, Miss Nangong is here." ”

Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw Nangong Yan wearing a robe in the rain, taking the maid beside her, and jumping up the steps quickly.

"Sister Yan'er, does she have something important?" Ye Zhiwei frowned slightly, no one would want to go out in this weather, Nangong Yan came here at this time, something must have happened.

Nangong Yan took off her coat under the porch, stepped forward and grabbed her hand, "Sister Wei'er, let's go to the house to talk." ”

Ye Zhiwei was even more sure that Nangong Yan was looking for her, so she dismissed the people in the house, and Nangong Yan also left the maids beside her outside.

Xiaolian was the last to walk out and closed the door with her backhand.

"Wei'er, I told you something, don't be angry." Nangong Yan said nervously.

Ye Zhiwei only felt a sudden jump in her heart, and the inexplicable uneasiness that had been going on for many days seemed to have found a direction, and they all poured up.

"You say, I'm going to have to listen to it to determine if it's worth being angry about." Ye Zhiwei pulled Nangong Yan and sat on the Luohan bed.

"The Prince of the South...... He didn't go south. Nangong Yan took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "He took Wen Tianhao to the northwest. ”

Ye Zhiwei only felt her eyelids jump a few times, "The Northwest Mutiny was reported some time ago, is it because of their relationship?" ”

Nangong Yan bowed slightly, "Actually, there was no mutiny in the Northwest Army, it was just fake news deliberately released by Wen Tianhao and them." ”

Ye Zhiwei was stunned, "Why do you want to release fake news?" "You know, this is a crime of deception!

Nangong Yan looked at her eyes and said word by word, "Because the prince suddenly fell ill, Wen Tianhao had to release some fake news to attract the attention of these people in the court and China, and let the prince return to Beijing in advance along other roads." But halfway through, Shizi's condition suddenly worsened, and he was no longer able to walk, so he had to stay in a small town along the road......"

Ye Zhiwei slowly raised her head and looked at Nangong Yan, at this moment, she seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat.