It rained heavily in Yicheng today, and many trips will be delayed.

Due to the heavy rain, Qian Chengyue did not leave the palace in time after going to the morning court, but went to his mother's former palace, which he would like to thank Qian Chengjue for not giving the palace to others.

Since Concubine Liang died, he rarely came here, and after returning from Wuyuan, today was the first time he set foot here.

The huge palace is empty. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes, Qian Chengyue was in a trance.

Since he was sensible, he knew that his father loved him much more than other princes and princesses, and he was given great love and given the name Chengyue when he was born. With the same name as the country, this is a great grace, but it also attracts countless jealousy and hatred.

The father and the emperor love the mother concubine even more, and he can't wait to give the best in the world to the mother concubine. Since I was a child, I have only seen my father and the emperor angry with my mother once, and my mother always respects her father and the emperor. At the beginning, he thought that his father and mother were the most loving people in the world, although his father was the king of a country and had countless beauties in the harem, but he was the only one who was sincere to his mother.

Only later did I realize that I was wrong. Because he gradually discovered that his mother always kept a smile when facing her father, and was basically obedient to her father's words. When her father left, her mother always had a little sadness between her eyebrows, and often sat in front of the window in a daze for several hours. From childhood to adulthood, the mother concubine would only smile sincerely when facing herself at first, and later she found out that the mother concubine would be very happy when Yunsu entered the palace, and then because of strangeness.

In retrospect, the mother only had some real happiness in her heart when she faced their three children. At first, he didn't understand why, until he accidentally saw his father's anger against his mother for the only time, when his eldest uncle, who was Moxi's father, had just died, and he heard many 'secrets' from their quarrel.

It was also overheard of the quarrel between the father and the queen mother, and no matter how good the father was to him, there was a gap in his heart, and he would no longer be as cordial as before. Perhaps it was this that caused his father to choose to finally pass the throne to Qian Chengjue. Or perhaps, my father has always been taboo in the Yunbo Marquis Mansion from the bottom of his heart, and he will not pass on the throne to him even if he treats him well.

However, fortunately, I have never been reluctant to give up that position. The royal cage, I don't want to be imprisoned for the rest of my life.

The slight sound of footsteps pulled Qian Chengyue's thoughts back, and when he turned around, he saw a familiar and unfamiliar face, strange because it had been too long since they had last met.

"Lord Yue?" Someone called uncertainly.

Qian Chengyue bowed slightly, "Ah Zi, long time no see." ”

Hearing this, Ah Zi's excited hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and then knelt in front of Qian Chengyue with a plop, "Slave and maid see Lord Yue, I didn't expect that the slave and maid would be able to see you again in this life, and the slave and maid would be blind even if they died." ”

Qian Chengyue approached Ah Zi, bent down to help him up, and said, "Hurry up, this king never thought that he would be able to see you in the palace of the concubine." How are you doing all these years? Did they embarrass you? ”

The corners of Ah Zi's eyes flashed with tears, and she said, "The slave maid is doing well, and no one is embarrassed by the slave maid." It's like it's been forgotten, and it's rarely visited on weekdays. The slave maid lives a very clean life here alone, but when she looks at everything in the palace, she still can't help but think of the mother and the prince. ”

Qian Chengyue's heart was sour, Ah Zi was the personal maid of the concubine, she entered the palace with the concubine, she was loyal to her mother, and she loved her very much, "I have wronged you all these years." ”

Ah Zi shook his head and said, "The slave is not wronged. ”

"You go back to the Yue Palace." Qian Chengyue said. He decided to take good care of Ah Zi for the rest of her life, so that she could enjoy her old age in peace.

"Thank you for your kindness, but the slave doesn't want to leave here, here the slave and the maid can often think of the mother, and feel very kind." Ah Zi refused. "In fact, not long after the prince left Wuyuan, Marquis Yun sent someone to contact the slave maid, saying that as long as the slave and maid were willing, they could return to the Yunbo Marquis Mansion, but the slave and maid also refused."

"Ah Zi, why are you doing this?"

"Slaves and maids are not bitter. The prince doesn't have to worry. ”

"Now that they are in power after all, you should know how much they hate the mother and the king. Even if they don't touch you today, there's no guarantee that they'll let you go in the future. ”

Ah Zi smiled at Qian Chengyue and said, "Slaves and maids are not afraid. The slave maid has no worries in this life, and just wants to accompany her where the mother once stayed, even if they let the slave die tomorrow, the slave and the maid will never blink. ”

"Ah Zi, you...... Alas! Qian Chengyue sighed slightly. He knew that persuasion was useless, so he had to find a way on his own.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Ah Zi said with a smile.

"If you want to leave one day, you must tell the king."

"Okay." Ah Zi should go down.

"I haven't seen you in years, let's sit down and talk?" Qian Chengyue suggested.

"Okay, the prince can talk about the interesting things in Wuyuan over the years. The slave and maid look at this rain and can't stop for a while, the prince can say it. Ah Zi said happily.

Hearing this, Qian Chengyue smiled: "You are still the same, you haven't changed at all." ”

"The prince has changed a lot, and he is more handsome and chic than before." Ah Zi quipped.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Manchester City.

Mo Yan has been here with the caravan for a while, although he has not yet figured out who this caravan is, there should be a trading relationship between them and the Southern Xinjiang Holy Maiden Zhu Man, and Zhu Man asked them to secretly solve the Southern Xinjiang prince Wu Yishu. As for Zhu Man's promise to the caravan, Mo Yan hadn't figured it out yet.

It is not easy to arrange a large number of non-southern Xinjiang people here, and it is very unreliable to buy a large number of southern Xinjiang people, so Mo Yange's power in southern Xinjiang is not much, but it is still distributed in its royal city of Manchester City and its borders. Mo Yan has already made contact with them, and judging from the information he has obtained so far, it is likely that his assistance will be needed at that time.

Today, the caravan boss and Zhu Man made an appointment to meet at the Holy Temple in Southern Xinjiang. The temple in southern Xinjiang is the place where the saints of the past dynasties lived, the front hall is for the people of southern Xinjiang to worship, and the backyard is the residence of the saints of southern Xinjiang.

Mo Yan followed the caravan boss to the backyard of the temple, and saw that Zhu Man was holding a ceremony with a group of maidservants, so he found a secret place to hide.

About a quarter of an hour later, after the ceremony was completed, Zhu Manping retired all the maidservants and met the caravan boss alone.

"The Holy Maiden asked me to come today, but what news do you have to tell me?" The caravan boss asked.

Zhu Man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Tomorrow, Wu Yishu will go to Puluo Mountain to preside over the annual autumn festival on behalf of the King of Southern Xinjiang. ”

"You want us to do it tomorrow?" The caravan boss asked.

"Tomorrow is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we need to seize it." Zhu Mandao.

The caravan boss pondered for a moment and agreed, "It's okay on our side. But what did you promise? ”

Seeing that the other party should respond, the corners of Zhu Man's mouth under the scarf rose slightly, and then continued: "I have persuaded the king of Nanjiang to strengthen the training of the soldiers in Lanzhou, and create the illusion of an attack for the officers and soldiers of Nanyu. At that time, we can delay Mo Qingyan's footsteps back to Tang Jingcheng, and the people I sent have already set off for Lanzhou yesterday. ”

"How could the King of Southern Xinjiang agree to this suggestion?" It is too unreasonable, Southern Xinjiang is the weakest among the four kingdoms, how can the king of Southern Xinjiang agree to take the lead in creating the illusion of sending troops and give the other three countries an excuse to attack.

Zhu Man chuckled lightly and said, "Your master chose to cooperate with me, didn't he fancy the influence of the Holy Maiden in the royal family of Southern Xinjiang?" "If Wu Sanqi and Wu Lanying were here, she would definitely not be able to convince the king of Southern Xinjiang so easily. Now there is only one Wu Yishu left to fear, and with the trust she has gained from the king of Southern Xinjiang over the years, this matter is not so difficult to handle.

"The saint said yes. As long as the Holy Maiden handles this matter for my master, it will be easier to cooperate in the future. "Caravan Old Avenue.

Zhu Man didn't answer, but took out a sheepskin map and handed it to the caravan leader, saying, "This is the topographic map of Puluo Mountain." ”

The caravan boss took the map and took a cursory glance to understand why Zhu Man said that this was a good place for assassination. "The Holy Maiden just waits for good news."

Zhu Man smiled slightly and said. "There is labor."

Mo Yan didn't expect that the person the caravan was going to deal with was Mo Qingyan, the third prince of the Western Tang Dynasty, and he thought of the relationship between Mo Qingyan and General Pei's Mansion that Lu Qianmo asked him to investigate. Although he didn't understand Lu Qianmo's intentions, his intuition told him that he must immediately inform the other party of this matter, and asked Mo Yan Pavilion to stop this matter, because when the news reached Dongyue to inform Lu Qianmo, he was afraid that it would be too late.

In any case, Mo Wanfei's faction did not approve of Mo Qingyan's return to the dynasty, and Mo Wanfei was the person they had to deal with, so it should be right to choose to protect Mo Qingyan in this matter. As for Zhu Man's assassination of Wu Yishu, the prince of Southern Xinjiang, he still has to think about it.

Lu Qianmo was not by his side, and Moyan Pavilion did not have figures like Wei Feng, Murong Ze, and Zhixi in the other three kingdoms in Southern Xinjiang, so he had to make his own decisions.

has been by Lu Qianmo's side for many years, and he has also learned a lot of skills, and he has a clear grasp of Lu Qianmo's style and purpose. In the past, he also had a lot of experience in going out to run errands alone, so making a decision alone was not new to Mo Yan, but this matter was deeply involved, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Thankfully, he still has time to think about it.

Coming out of the Southern Xinjiang Holy Temple, Mo Yan did not continue to follow the caravan boss, but chose to return to the inn to sort out the current situation into letters, and sent them to Dongyue Yicheng and Xitang Nanyu respectively. Then they informed some of the forces of the Ink Flame Pavilion in Manchester City, and at night they set out again to follow the caravan towards the Plor Hill.

Regardless of whether he finally decides to save Wu Yishu, the prince of Southern Xinjiang, he needs to grasp the enemy's actions clearly before that.