The thrilling night of Taichu Lake was as if it had never happened. For many days after that, Xiao Yin quietly inquired tentatively, and whether it was the patrol battalion or the prince's mansion soldiers, they didn't seem to know about the accident that night. Even the sergeant injured by Deng Yao that day seemed to have disappeared, and there was no way to find out.

Xiao Yin returned to Xingyuan, and at first he was very glad for this, not only did his brother and Mu Bo get out safely, but also seemed to have caused no turmoil except for causing a few henchmen who were waiting nearby such as Cai Ping to worry all night. But after thinking about it, I began to be a little afraid. That night, she held the East Palace token in her hand, claiming to be a female official of the East Palace, even if her identity was suspicious, the sergeant of the patrol battalion would never dare to act rashly, at most she would be taken down and interrogated.

But the sergeant that night reacted strangely, and made a decisive move, and the move seemed to take her life. However, it is unlikely that such a team of men and horses fighting with open fire is not likely to be a patrol battalion disguised by thieves. Then there is only one possibility, that is, the sergeant knows her identity at all, and also knows her and her brother's every move, so they obey their master's will, and they can take advantage of this good opportunity to kill her, and they can also send this sin to the head of some secret thief.

Who was that sergeant that day? Xiao Yin only knew that the patrol battalion had been under the supervision of the prince over the years, but it was not impossible if there were other masters' henchmen.

Xiao Yin couldn't figure it out, so he could only sigh secretly, this place was really different from when he was in Qilan, and any mistake might lead to death.

Xiao Yin got up in the morning to paint, but his mood was a little uneven.

"This Qingyue pear blossom painted by Lord Weng is intended to be out-of-shape, heroic and noble," Cai Apple said, holding the brush wash that had just been changed with water, "but why do you always feel a feeling of sparseness?" ”

"It has its meaning."

"What's the matter, Ayin also has the heart of her daughter's family?" Xiao Qiyun took Xiao Yin's words with a smile. She walked in with the girl, her face was still a little weak, but her spirit was good, "This painting is getting better than when I was a child." ”

"Sister," Xiao Yin saw his sister, and immediately stood up happily, stepped forward to hold his sister's hand, "I was about to go to see my sister, but I didn't expect my sister to be able to come out and walk around today." ”

"But no, Xue Gongzi really deserves to be a master of the divine doctor, the master is very good when he sees it, and he can finally go back to Chang'an." The girl beside Xiao Qiyun, Rongyue, was also full of joy.

"Are we going to Chang'an?" Xiao Yin asked hurriedly.

"There are still two days," Xiao Qiyun smiled at her sister and said, "Just now Lu Zhan returned to the news, and Wang Dong came on tour, and he will stop in the palace for a day or two to talk about rectification." So we went back to Chang'an with King Xin. ”

King Xin, the seventh son of the emperor, Liu Chen. Xiao Yin had already heard of his name. Believe that Wang Xiao's poems and writings, fine bows and arrows, are really outstanding characters in Chang'an City. What's even more rare is that this king of faith is free and easy, and he is light-hearted. When it comes to this King of Letters, even a person like Huan Shizhi can't help but praise him, which is different from the same royal descendants.

"Looks like he's going to be a great guy again." Xiao Yin couldn't help but murmur secretly in his heart.

Chang'an, for Xiao Yin, is really a very strange existence, it seems to be very strange, but it seems to be very familiar. She was born in Chang'an, and she can even tell others that she also lived in the capital of this prestigious dynasty for two years. Xiao Yin even felt that he should have some impression of Chang'an. However, the memories before the age of two are not reliable, but it is better to listen to the stories told by her parents and brothers, and the imagination is appropriate.

Chang'an is different from Zhicheng. Xiao Yin's Chang'an should be more spectacular and solemn than Zhicheng, but it will probably make people feel more distant and lack some warmth because of this.

Just like the people from Chang'an.

Xiao Yin still remembers that in the tenth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, it was the beginning of the turmoil in southern Xinjiang, and Qilan and his father made great contributions. The reward from Chang'an of the Imperial Dynasty is spectacular. The long queue is all in line and serious. There is also the endless red tape, when I first saw it, I was quite envious and good-looking, but after a long time, Xiao Yin felt hard for them in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went out to inspect Qilan, which was even more so. Xiao Yin recalled that the appearance of the crown prince sitting at the top of the front hall of Zhilan Palace back then did have a sense of distantness, which was probably another realm where joy and anger could not be used.

At that time, Xiao Yin felt that this prince looked at it, but he was actually very gentle and mediocre. But in the past month, from Qilan to Luoyang, and then to Yuyan Mountain, what he has heard and heard, and then to the thrilling experience he has experienced, Xiao Yin has gradually discovered that this seemingly gentle prince is actually very deep and powerful.

"Xiao Yin, you have already left Qilan, you really can't act willfully in the future." Xiao Yin secretly reminded himself. Ever since she found out that this prince was terrible, she began to feel extremely afraid of the wine that she poured into the prince's lemongrass tea.

It's a pity that Xiao Yin is a little girl's heart, so she thinks about it in her heart, and she can leave it behind in a blink of an eye.

In the afternoon, Rong Yue and a few girls raised their heads in front of the hall, chattering about something. Xiao passed by the inner courtyard because of the boredom of Zhengjue, and when he saw this, he walked out of the hall.

"Rongyue, what's wrong?"

"The blue feather finch raised by the master flew to the eaves of the wing room" Rongyue saluted Xiao Yin and said with a smile, "This finch is injured a little, and it can't fly, so the little girl didn't pay attention to the cage." But now, somehow, it suddenly swooped down on the eaves. ”

"It's funny." Xiao Yin clapped his hands and smiled at a few little girls who were a little uneasy, "You don't have to worry, just take it off." ”

While talking, a few little girls had already moved a wooden ladder out of the wing room, and after a long time of gesturing, they were standing against the gable of the wing room, but they were all a little timid, and no one went up after hesitating for a long time.

Xiao Yin looked at the beautiful ridge on the roof of the wing house, leaned over and tied a knot in the front hem of the long skirt, and climbed up the wooden ladder by himself along the gable of the wing house.

Sure enough, the blue finch had a wound on its wing, and could not get up, and was sitting sadly among the ridges.

Seeing this, Xiao Yin couldn't help laughing: "Little fool, now you know that the high place is unbearable!" ”

A clever little girl went up the ladder to a half-height and took the blue feather from Xiao Yin's hand.

The girls on the ground were surprised, worried, and happy. Rong Yue smiled and said with a raised face: "Lord Weng should pay attention to his feet, come down quickly!" ”

"It's really beautiful to look at Yuyan Mountain from the rooftop, don't you come up and take a look?" Xiao Yin smiled at Rong Yue.

"Such a beautiful view, do you invite me to come up and have a look?" A hearty voice came from the moon cave door in the east of the hall. It turned out to be a young man dressed in a dark blue arrow sleeve shirt.

"His Royal Highness the King of Letters." The little girls in the courtyard hurriedly saluted.

Xiao Yin sat on the ridge of the roof and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Replying to His Royal Highness, the master's blue feather flew to the roof, and it was Lord Qinghe Weng who helped to take it down." Rongyue hurriedly replied.

"Let's go down." Liu Chen waved his hand. Rongyue retreated from the east corridor with the girls.

Xiao Yin was a little embarrassed for a while. When he saw King Shin, he should have saluted, but he was still sitting far away on this unfortunate roof.

Liu Chen looked at the little girl with a reddish face on the roof, and couldn't help but laugh secretly. He stepped forward in two steps, stepped diagonally through the front of the hall, and flew up to the chamber.