Although the archery competition has passed. There was no need to practice archery in the early morning, Yi Yu still woke up on time, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the flower and bird screen by the window diagonally for a while before he spoke:

"Pingtong."

Two maids, who had been guarding the door a quarter of an hour ago, pushed the door in, one holding a teacup and the other carrying a copper basin to the bed.

"Is the prince back?" Although she didn't plan to practice archery again in the morning, it was better to say something.

Pingtong said: "The prince didn't return yesterday, is the young lady up now?" ”

Didn't return overnight? This is rare. Yi Yu glanced at the hazy sky outside the window, took the warm water handed by Ping Tong and drank it up, rubbed the water droplets at the corner of his lips with his cuffs, got back into the quilt, and said lazily:

"Then don't do it first, and call me later."

"Yes."

Pingtong and Pinghui went out with their things, and Yu Yu slept for another half an hour before getting up.

When she packed up and was sent to the door of the house, Pinghui handed the octagonal hand stove she had brought back last night to the jade sitting in the carriage, and added new charcoal to it according to her instructions last night.

The curtain of the car was covered from the outside, and Yu Yu put the stove that Du Ruojin borrowed her from last night on the tea table in the car. Just as he was about to move inside, his hand touched a hot mass, and when he looked down, he saw a flower basket-shaped hand stove lying quietly on the soft bunk beside it.

"Huh?" Yi Yu picked up the delicate and small hand stove and put it on her lap, and put her hands on the stove cover, and the warm feeling told her that it was charcoal that had only been added this morning.

She was a little surprised that there was a sudden extra thing in the car, only the weather had suddenly become cold in the past two days, and she lived in the secret house for many years, and it was normal for these winter things to be missing. Last night, Pingtong and Pinghui knew that she borrowed someone else's hand stove, and after blaming herself, she said that she would let people prepare it today, but she didn't think about it early in the morning, so she was ready.

Hand stove, like incense, are the nobles' things, the craft has not yet been spread, the ordinary people do not say that they have no money to buy, even if they are rich, they will be exchanged for one in the east, and they only dare to make it at home.

She now lives on the territory of the King of Wei, with four kinds of food, clothing, housing and transportation, this food is good to eat, and she no longer relies on two legs to travel, and she lives in a high-eaves warm room, except for clothes, not fake other people's hands. After more than 20 days of hard work, others would have been supported a long time ago, but their family's simple living habits over the years could not be changed in a few months.

Holding the stove, she recalled that when she was in the mountain village, in the cold winter, the family burned wood in the yard to keep warm, and she did not have much nostalgia for the life of the less than a month of clothes and food in the secret house.

***

The arithmetic competition is arranged in the Junzi Building, the topic is as everyone thought before, it is the Nine Palaces Calculation, for most people the problem solving process is more complicated, a pillar of incense is lit on the table under the Mei Downstairs, and when it is burned halfway, a student of the Arithmetic College stands up, folds the white paper with the answer he calculates, walks to the Mei Building, and puts it in a basket that the scholar hangs from the second floor.

If the answer is correct, the person is undoubtedly the best in this regard, and vice versa. When the time is up, together with other students who have miscalculated, the student who has the worst answer and the student who answers the fastest and correctly is the best, compared to the deviation from the correct answer.

When the incense burned for thirty percent, Yu Yu, who had been writing and drawing at the desk, looked up at less than half of the students left around the venue, took out a clean white paper, wrote the answer on it, folded it, rubbed the paper on the table that was full of her own method and put it into her sleeve, got up and went to the Mei Downstairs, and waited for the scholar to hang down the basket and put the answer on it.

The arithmetic competition has always been boring, and there is nothing to see, so there are a lot fewer people on the second floor to watch the competition this day, and the two princes who started the competition are not present.

Lu Zhi arrived at the scene close to the second bell of the competition, and didn't have time to say anything more to Yi Yu, he handed in the answer a quarter of an hour earlier than her, and at this time in the corner of the Mei Building, when he saw her leaving, he raised his hand at her.

"How?"

"What's wrong?"

After Yi Yu sat down, the two said in unison. One asked how the answer was, and the other asked why Lu Zhi left in a hurry last night.

"Fortunately, I just happened to know a little bit about this question today." Yi Yu looked at the pale cyan under his eyes, and said with some uneasiness, "You didn't rest last night?" ”

They sat in the corner, with only the seats in front and to the left, and they were all deliberately vacated. There was a constant whisper in the room, and some were bored and sleepy, and the brother and sister spoke so softly that no one could hear them clearly.

Lu Zhi nodded in her disapproving gaze, poured another cup of tea and swallowed it, reached out and rubbed his forehead, and said slowly:

"Xiaoyu, things are not good."

Yi Yu's eyelids jumped suddenly, sitting in the middle of the wooden shed yesterday, after hearing the news about their nominal Fang family's wife and child, that uneasy feeling hit again, knowing that this is not a good place to talk, he still couldn't help but ask:

"What do you have to do with that rumor?"

Lu Zhi didn't turn his head to look at her, but stared at the huge white silk hanging down from Meilou's side, and said softly:

"After yesterday's court meeting, the Duke of Foreign Affairs and Huaiguo was left in the court by His Majesty."

Just one sentence, no need to say more, after thinking for a while, Yi Yu's face immediately changed drastically, and he lowered his head to look at his hands tightly on the skirt, and said astringently:

"He—Did he say it?"

The two sons of the Lu family and the Fang family back then were unlucky family members who were taken captive by King An in the eyes of outsiders, in the eyes of Fang Qiao. Maybe it was the three corpses that Han Li took him to see, in Lu Zhongzhi's view, they were the beloved daughter and grandson who had fallen to the end of the world, but in the eyes of the current saint, they were taken away on the surface, but in fact, they accidentally disappeared and disappeared without knowing where to go!

As for the reason for Lu Zhongzhi's return to Beijing in August, the emperor did not ask much before this, and when the rumors first arose, the reason for leaving Lu Zhongzhi after the court meeting was obvious to him.

Lu Zhongzhi will be asked if he has found them. If he answers honestly, with the emperor's attention to Fang Qiao, ninety percent of the four members of the Lu family will return to the Fang family, if he says that he can't find it, of course, he will help Lu Zhi buy some time, but when the truth is revealed, it will be the crime of bullying the king!

It stands to reason that this kind of gossip in Chang'an City has reached the ears of the emperor, and it will take a while, Lu Zhi is aware of this, and after hearing this rumor, he will not be alarmed, because Mu Changfeng, who has been searching for many days without success, finally let him catch his whereabouts the day before yesterday, as long as he is given a few more days and let him get something, he will have a way, even if he doesn't go back to Fang's house, no one will beak!

Just give him a few more days!

Lu Zhi is helping the emperor on an errand right now, and hiding such a big thing is licking blood from the knife, if he prepares everything properly and then confesses it in person, then with the emperor's sage, he will not be held accountable - but who knows, this rumor that has risen in the breeze will alarm the emperor so quickly!

Lu Zhi is the eldest son of the Fang family who disappeared thirteen years ago, if the emperor knows this identity from outsiders, even if it is from his grandfather Lu Zhongzhi's mouth, then he will not have any good fruits to eat, and the emperor is suspicious!

The letter Lu Zhi received at the gate of Chengfu should have been sent by Lu Zhongzhi, presumably to discuss this matter with him.

Five or six people sat down in the venue one after another, and Lu Zhi was silent for a long time, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"He didn't say it."

After Yi Yu was stunned for a moment, the eyelids that were still beating violently just now stopped instantly, and there seemed to be a hot breath churning in his stomach, which could not be said to be more comfortable or uncomfortable.

"He—how's he..."

Why didn't he say it? Do you need to ask more questions? The old man who has lived for nearly sixty years is not clearer than anyone else about the consequences.

Without proper preparation, the affairs of their family of four were revealed, Lu Zhi's future was worrying, and their family of four would definitely go back to Fang's house, both of which their family of four did not want to see, how could Lu Zhongzhi not know!

Just now, she was still worried about what the consequences would be if the emperor knew about their family of four at this juncture, but at this moment, her mind was full of the old man who was old and pale.

Yi Yu looked at his two fists in a daze, Lu Zhi poured another cup of hot tea and drank it, and after breathing a sigh of relief, his red eyes refocused.

"It happened suddenly, I have already guessed the purpose of the troublemaker behind this, as long as I catch Mu Changfeng, I will have a way to get rid of him - I'm afraid, I'm afraid, that one will find... Come and ask. ”

Lu Zhongzhi didn't say it, but what about Fang Qiao, it was about the Fang family's incense, and the emperor didn't know why he found Lu Zhongzhi to ask first, but he would definitely find Fang Qiao later, even if Fang Qiao didn't seem to be in a hurry to recognize them at the moment. But when the saint said a word, would he not say it?

"So, I can't wait to find someone by myself, and after the competition, I'll go back with you."

Where to go back, it is naturally a secret house. What are you going to do in the secret house, looking for Li Tai!

"Big brother-" Yi Yu let out a low voice, turned his head to look at Lu Zhi, and after seeing the anxiety that had never been revealed in front of him on the side, he swallowed the rest of the words, and reached out to hold the big hand under the case, which he placed on his lap.

If you want to find someone in Chang'an City, whether it is Fang Qiao, who has a deep foundation, or Lu Zhongzhi, who is old but not stiff, or Lu Zhi, who has been in business for more than three years, can do it, but if you want to find out people in the fastest time, it is none other than several forces, one of which is Li Tai, the king of Wei!

No matter when the emperor will find Fang Qiao to interrogate, no matter what will happen after that, Mu Changfeng must find it, not only for the whereabouts of Han Li, but also so that they don't have to go back to the home that doesn't belong to them!

Feeling the warm little hand on the back of his hand, Lu Zhi finally turned his head, looked at Yi Yu, and covered his other hand.

In the Guiyi Workshop, Lu, who was trying to make new dim sum in the kitchen, was smiling and chatting with Xiao Man.

In the western suburbs of Chang'an City, in the backyard of a dilapidated and seemingly uninhabited old house, a wet figure sprang out from a tall water tank with a strange shape, and fell to the ground next to the water tank in some embarrassment, spitting water at the ground. (！ )