North, large battalions in the army.

On the school field, the sergeants have finished their formations, the drills are uniform, and several lieutenants are holding swords and fighting with people on their horses.

Feng Duhan was not wearing a battle armor, wearing a dark brocade robe, embroidered with silver unicorn patterns on the cuffs and hem of the placket, the sea water and river cliffs, and his body was draped in a thick red lining, standing on the high platform in the center of the school field.

In the hunting wind, the clothes are flying, and the long posture faintly exudes a fierce and noble atmosphere, not angry and arrogant, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

"Lord Shizi, Jingzhong Secret Letter." Tsing Yi quietly appeared beside him and said in a low voice.

Twilight didn't move, just stretched out her hand.

Tsing Yi respectfully handed the letter to him.

The envelope was sealed with vermilion fire paint, and the fire paint was clearly imprinted with the mark of a beast's claw, but I was afraid that looking at the entire court, no second person would know the secret behind this mark.

The beast's claw was actually the dragon's claw, and the person who sent the secret message was the current emperor himself.

The wind and twilight crushed the fire paint, unfolding the letter, and the sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning deeply.

Mr. Cai, who was watching the soldiers' drills with the wind and twilight on the high platform, couldn't help but cast a surprised gaze when he saw this.

After reading the letter, Feng Duhan formed a ball, held it in one palm, and with a little internal force, the letter paper turned into pieces of crumbs and drifted away with the wind.

"Why is the prince so sad?" Mr. Cai asked.

Feng Duhan was silent for a long time, "The emperor secretly summoned this prince back to Beijing. Although Mr. Cai is older than the prince of Nanwang, he admires the son of Yu as a person, so he has been his guest since the day he became the general.

Mr. Cai was stunned for a moment, and Xu Er lowered his voice and said, "But what happened in the capital?" ”

"The tragedy of the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites, Wu Mansion, I don't know who was killed, there is no living mouth in the Wu Mansion, only the bodies of the three sons are not seen, even the government is at a loss, the emperor is angry, and has issued four holy decrees in a row, urging the case to be concluded quickly."

Mr. Cai reached out and twisted the goatee on his chin, "This matter seems to be very strange." ”

Twilight's face was gloomy, in fact, even when he saw the news, this thought flashed through his mind.

"The right attendant of the Ministry of Rites has always tended to protect the three princes in the court, but the three princes have always been low-key and have never fought with other princes, how could this kind of tragedy fall on their heads? The Holy One has summoned you back now, presumably he has a plan, but he only lacks a knife? Mr. Cai looked worried.

Feng Duhan looked at the soldiers lined up on the school field under the stage, and said in a quiet tone: "The day before yesterday, the dark guards had news that the shadow guards of the Prince's Mansion were moving a little, and they seemed to be looking for something. ”

"Could it be...... Something to do with the Wu Mansion of the Right Attendant of the Ministry of Rites? ”

"I'm afraid it has something to do with it." Feng Duhan groaned slightly, "But the crown prince has always looked down on the third prince, and I don't know why he suddenly attacked this time." ”

He said it, but his heart was a mess, for some reason, since just now, all kinds of pictures have been flashing in his mind, and there is a sense of déjà vu, but he can't grasp the key to it.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and rubbed one side of his temple, the corner of his forehead, and felt a faint pain.

Some of his past lives that he could remember were still incomplete.

"When will the prince return to Beijing?" Mr. Cai asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Don't rush ......" Before Feng Duhan's voice fell, Tsing Yi reappeared beside him.

"Shizi, the urgent letter of the secret guard." He was holding a small bamboo tube in his hand, "It's from the secret guard in charge of the third lady......" he added in a low voice.

Although the voice was small, Mr. Cai heard it and couldn't help but show a surprised gaze.

The prince of Nanwang he knew, he had never had a relationship with a young lady from the Gaomen Mansion, let alone actively heard the names of other women from his mouth, and even when he went to attend the banquets in various mansions, he did not take the initiative to look at those women.

Feng Duhan took the bamboo tube, poured out a waterproof brown paper roll from it, and unfolded it.

Mr. Cai observed his face curiously on the side, and was surprised to see that the prince of Nanwang, who was still calm and calm just now, withdrew like a fire in the blink of an eye, and threw him alone on the school field.

Tsing Yi followed closely behind Shizi, hurriedly got off the high platform, and saw the two of them heading towards the camp.

Mr. Cai was puzzled, but he knew that what the secret guard conveyed was beyond his identity, so he honestly watched the soldiers below practice on the stage until the end.

When Mr. Cai returned to the camp, his heralds stepped forward to hand him a letter left to him by the prince of Nanwang, which roughly stated that he had returned to Beijing by secret order, and that he would take care of most of the affairs of the army.

Mr. Cai was only confused, just now on the school ground, Nanwang Shizi obviously said that he was not in a hurry to leave...... Why did this person run away in the blink of an eye?

Mr. Cai was alone in the tent and puzzled, but the wind and twilight over there had already ridden to kick the clouds and black horses, and quietly left the camp with a dozen or so guards such as Tsing Yi, and rushed to the capital non-stop.

In fact, not only Mr. Cai was full of suspicions, but even Tsing Yi was surprised.

He wasn't qualified to know the contents of the letter from the Dark Guard, but he could roughly guess why.

I'm afraid it's related to the third lady, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little funny, on weekdays, his master didn't blink even in the face of the dark arrow poison blade, and he could prevaricate the emperor's secret decree, but he only received the news about the third lady, so he rushed back in such a hurry.

The kicks were extremely fast, and the guards could only barely keep up with their masters one by one.

Looking at the back of the prince of the south on the war horse, those people couldn't help but joke in their hearts: Seeing that this son is in a hurry like this, it seems that his wife ran away with someone else.

In fact, what they didn't know was that at this moment, the feeling in Feng Duhan's heart was not much different from this.

When he knew that Wu Long, the little son of the right attendant Wu Mansion, was hiding in Ye Zhiwei's Zhuangzi, he felt that he couldn't stay even for a moment.

Wu Long's reputation in his previous life, he still has some impressions.

A good pick son, he takes pleasure in winning the hearts of women, and the women who are fascinated by him are often willing to sacrifice themselves for it, how can he allow such a person to stay by her side.

He tightened his grip on the reins until the joints were white and bloodless.

Although he also knew that Ye Zhiwei was not the kind of superficial woman and would not be fascinated by his beauty, his heart was just uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a whole piece of ice in his heart, and his whole body trembled, and even his head hurt.

Suddenly, it was like a light in his mind.

He remembered that in his previous life, the three princes wanted to win over the Nangong General's Mansion for his own use, but later lost the best help because the old general Nangong died on the battlefield, and later the three princes themselves were also killed by the prince.

At this time, the old general Nangong was garrisoning in the northwest, which is where he died later......

For a while, the events that originally seemed to have nothing to do with the Wu Mansion were strung together by him like lightning.