Yu Canglan frowned, obviously disagreeing with this.

"Lian Yin personally set the prisoner, if it is not easy to rescue. Where is it worth sacrificing Xiao Yu'er's power in the capital for such a person? ”

"The words you said in the car just now actually have a lot of questions in Yu'er's heart now, and Wen Chang will definitely be useful if he keeps them."

Yu Canglan squinted, he naturally knew that what Xiao Ruoli was referring to was Wen Qingyu's life experience.

When Duan Ziqin sent him back to Firmament Mountain, he was still young. Later, I hardly saw her in person.

Therefore, he actually knows a little about the things of his previous life. No

relied on his early wisdom and made a lot of speculations. And Xiao Yu'er seems to have many mysteries, every time he asks about his father, his father is vague.

Wen Qingyu has doubts about his life experience, which should also be shared, why did Duan Ziqin marry Wen Changfeng when he was pregnant with Liujia in the first place.

This kind of thing, I'm afraid that the answer can only be found in Wen Changfeng.

"Do as Mr. Xiao said, rescue Wen Changfeng and send him to Cangqiong Mountain as soon as possible." He thought for a moment and added: "At all costs, if you need someone from the Sky Mountain, you can deploy it at any time." ”

"Yes." Qiu Lu nodded solemnly, and immediately turned around to give the order.

A few days later, when Yu Canglan's carriage arrived at the outermost part of the barrier of Cangqiong Mountain, Jinrong City in Shu suddenly became lively.

Almost overnight, the streets and alleys of Shu Kingdom, but wherever there are people.

Even in the most remote back streets and alleys, it was as if falling from the sky at the same time, when the first rays of sunlight appeared above the canopy in the morning.

As long as you have eyes, you can see the extremely brightly colored and absolutely terrifying main content on the wall - a piece of paper!

It is more appropriate to say that it is a piece of paper, but in fact it is an announcement.

Now, there is also a piece of paper on the table in Luo Yeji's imperial study.

The tender pink peach blossom skewer has a faint peach blossom fragrance, and it smells very refreshing, but the content on it can't make people feel relaxed.

It was a letter of harmony, a letter of harmony written by Wen Qingyu, the princess of Shu, to Luo Yeji, the king of Shurong!

Hua Cheng lowered his head, tied both hands in his sleeves, his arms were tightly attached to his body, and he didn't dare to come out.

This posture is actually very tiring, and Hua Cheng can't wait to be a real dead man at this moment.

It's been about an hour or so, and since Ling Yunjun took off the paper from the street and sent it to the palace, the master has maintained that posture and never moved again.

The piles of almost half-human-high folds in the imperial study have become completely furnishings at this moment, and they have not been touched at all.

The sky in Shu was already hot, and Huacheng felt that his clothes were already wet with sweat. I really wanted to reach out and wipe my sweat, but unfortunately he didn't dare.

But as long as you are a person who can breathe, who will not see that the man who seems to be calm and breezy behind the table is actually in a bad mood, very bad!

And the consequences of his bad mood are often very terrifying.

"Poof." Hua Cheng is getting old in the end, and he can't help but drop the dust in his hand on the ground.

"The old slave should be damned!"

Hua Cheng was instantly frightened and half of his body was cold, and his whole body fell to the ground. He will never forget that before he went to Yanjing, a guard once accidentally interrupted his contemplation.

As a result, the master told the man that he would never have to meditate on it in the future.

Where do the dead still need to be pondered?

"What time is it?" The low and lazy voice spoke slowly, and it didn't seem to have the slightest hint of displeasure.

Hua Cheng still knelt and didn't dare to move, the master has always been happy and angry, even if his heart was already in turmoil, his face was still so calm and indifferent.

"It's almost noon." Hua Cheng carefully pondered what Luo Yeji was thinking.

"Yes." Luo Yeji raised an eyebrow.

Obviously with a dissatisfied emphasis, Hua Cheng immediately lowered his head again.

"It's almost noon, why didn't you call the master to go to the court earlier?"

Hua Cheng choked, only to feel a big drop of cold sweat from the corner of his forehead: "Master, today is Mu Xiu's day." ”

He can now be very sure that the master just doesn't like him. Look, isn't this just starting to find fault with him?

However, you should also find a more reliable one if you find a reason, this Mu holiday day reminds people to go to the court, isn't it......

"So Mu Xiu today?" Low Yue's voice said lightly, and the end note rose slightly.

Hua Cheng bit his lip, he was an old man who had been serving the first emperor of Shu since the first emperor, and he had always boasted that he had a seven-trick exquisite heart, and he could guess the emperor's mind the most.

Now, after returning to China again, Luo Yeji's mind can't be guessed. So, he didn't dare to speak for a while.

"Huh." Hua Cheng's mind was turning back and forth when he suddenly heard a low laugh above his head.

"It's really good to choose this day, but it's a day off that doesn't allow people to be happy?"

Hua Cheng was stunned, this is another question. But obviously, the master's question was not for him to answer.

"Hua Cheng, you said that she is ...... in her heart now Hate the poison master? ”

"This ......"

Hua Cheng became more and more bottomless, he didn't need to ask to know that the person he was talking about at the moment should be the princess Wen Qingyu.

But how did he answer this?

If he wants him to say, the woman is not content.

Since ancient times, which man has not had three wives and four concubines, not to mention such a noble status, it is common to have three palaces and six courts.

The master just accepted a side concubine, and the woman actually smashed all the hairpins left for the master before and after Shu. Nowadays, there are still books posted all over the street?

The lord is the king, well, if you want to leave, it should be the lord who proposes it.

When will it be a woman's turn to point fingers like that?

Hua Cheng is a personal spirit, although he doesn't know what is going on with Wen Qingyu and Luo Yeji. But at a glance, you can see that your father probably really cares about the princess.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have disposed of Dikui for her.

So, don't say that.

"She naturally hates Ye, in fact, Ye hopes that the more she hates it, the better." Luo Yeji raised his head, and the narrow phoenix eyes that had no trace of brilliance didn't know where to look: "Only in this way will it be good for her." ”

"Master."

Fei Xuan flashed into the imperial study: "The princess has a harvest there." ”

Luo Yeji's eyes flashed, and he immediately stood up: "Let's go, go and have a look." ”

The two of them walked out of the imperial study one after the other, and Hua Cheng immediately followed.

Now the situation seems to be more and more incomprehensible to him, and the lord doesn't seem to have much affection for the princess.

At first, the canonization ceremony was reluctant to seal on the documents, otherwise how could the princess interrupt the ceremony with a word?

If it is interrupted, it will be interrupted, and the princess is still the identity of the princess.

However, the lord handed over many important things in the palace to the princess to do.

As the only hostess in the palace of the king of Shu today, the palace people are full of joy and disdain.

Only he didn't say anything about it, because he really wasn't sure what his attitude was towards the princess.

……

The farther north we went, the colder it seemed to become.

The carriage had not been moving fast lately, and it had finally come to a halt.

Wen Qingyu has been in good spirits in the past few days, and now that the carriage is stable, he also lifted the curtain and looked out.

In front of me is clearly a village, this village is not small, and at a glance it is densely packed with houses.

Yu Canglan was now standing next to the boundary monument at the entrance of the village, Wen Qingyu quickly glanced at the boundary monument, and the three big characters facing the immortal village were profound and clear.

It was originally painted with vermilion lacquer, and I don't know how much wind and rain it has passed. The color of the vermilion lacquer has peeled off piece by piece, but the wind and frost of the years have not erased the name of the village. It's more eye-catching.

Surprisingly, there were a lot of people standing at the entrance of the village. At a glance, there are all kinds of men, women and children.

Yu Canglan turned his head and beckoned to Wen Qingyu, looking at his expression as if he was quite happy.

Wen Qingyu asked Yuqiao to help her get out of the carriage and walked towards the boundary monument of Linxian Village step by step.

There was silence in all directions, and the villagers at the entrance of the village suddenly brushed their mouths, and their eyes looked straight at Wen Qingyu.

There are inquiries, joys, doubts and hesitations in those eyes, but there is no calculation.

"Yu'er, come and meet Qin Gong and Long Po."

Yu Canglan pulled Wen Qingyu's sleeve and dragged her directly in front of the villagers.

Directly in front of the villagers stood a pair of radiant old men.

The man was not very tall, and his hair had almost all gone, leaving only a long beard under his mouth.

Probably because of the lack of hair, he cherished his beard very much. The snow-white beard was shiny and shiny, and it was braided into a twisted braid. The braid is slightly tied with red satin, and it looks festive.

The woman's hair was white and not a little black, and she was neatly coiled in a bun on the top of her head.

The mountain people did not have much wealth, and the old lady did not have any eye-catching jewels on her head, but she carried a wreath.

The weather in the north is very cold, and Wen Qingyu has hardly seen any flowers along the way.

But the wreath on the old lady's head was very bright, and it looked like it was made of freshly picked flowers. This also makes her stand unusually eye-catching in the crowd, even if she is a woman in her twenties, she is not as eye-catching.

Now, the two old men's eyes full of love are fixed on Wen Qingyu.

"Like, it's so like." Uncle Qin suddenly stroked his palm, and his laughter was extremely loud, shaking people's eardrums like thunder.

"Look at this charm, look at this bearing. It's really Xiao Yiyi's species. ”

"What nonsense." Long Po's face sank in an instant, and she raised her hand and slapped Qin Gong's bare head without hesitation: "This face is clearly like a girl who is enough." ”

Long Po's slap obviously didn't hesitate at all, and it slapped on the back of Qin Gong's head with a loud crisp sound.

But Qin Gong was obviously not angry, but grinned very happily.

"What the old woman said is that she is like a girl. Look at that eyebrows and eyes, that figure, it's just like Qin Yatou carved out of the same mold. ”

"Nonsense." Long Po glared again: "This girl is clearly better than Qin girl." ”