Song Yang leaned against the coachman's neck and asked, "What about the people who are with me?" Can you be in these wagons?"

The coachman shook his head, "The villain hasn't seen anyone else, so the head of the village tied you up and came over alone."

Song Yang squinted, he didn't have much time to think about it, he could already see the city gate in the distance, he thought about it and said, "I want you to slowly get out of the convoy and send me back to Zhuangzi!"

No matter what the other party's purpose was in taking him back to the city, he intuitively couldn't follow the other party's wishes, and Chang Ze and Mu Rencheng were likely to be detained in the Xu family's Zhuangzi, and he had to go back!

The coachman did not dare to disobey, shook the reins, and slowly slowed down the carriage, opening up the distance from the carriages in front of him.

Song Yang ordered unquestionably, "Turn around!"

*****

Dajing is already autumn dew and frost, but Chongnan is still immersed in hazy rain and mist, summer flowers bloom to the most colorful, and the fragrance is dark and thick.

In the Chongnan Imperial Palace, the emperor who had lived in the deep palace for a long time went down to the early dynasty, and did not go to the Zichen Palace to review the folds, but slowly went to the Fangwu Palace where Concubine Chun lived.

Fangwu Palace is soaked in rain everywhere, and the plantains in the courtyard are still verdant and dripping, reflecting the transparent flower windows, which are particularly light and cold under such a wet skylight.

Emperor Yin Heng walked all the way down the corridor here, the rain became more and more urgent, and the smooth glazed tiles fell on the flower branches, reflecting the gold ornaments on the eaves, like a streamer.

But he pushed open the umbrella of the inner attendant, walked up the white jade steps alone, and entered the palace gate.

The palace people have long been accustomed to it, standing quietly in the cloister of the courtyard with their heads bowed, the inner hall is deep and wide, and the voice is low and inaudible.

Yin Heng entered the inner hall softly, and was greeted by a huge glazed splendid floor-to-ceiling screen, on which the immortal mountain tower was carved and ethereal. A beautiful bird drags its long colorful tail feathers through it, overlooking the world.

Bypassing the screen, the inner hall is even more extravagant, most of the utensils are made of gold and jade, and even the patterns on the curtains are embroidered by gold and silver threads, all kinds of subtle luxury, revealing Yin Heng's cherishing and valuing of the women in the palace.

However, the hostess here was so noble, but no one stood beside her, and the quiet breathing of the entire inner sanctum could be heard.

Yin Heng pushed open the last door and entered, looking inside.

There is no bed where ordinary concubines live, but a polished and smooth stone bed, like ice and jade, faintly exuding a cool air.

Concubine Chun was wearing a goose yellow palace skirt, lying on it with her eyes closed, her long silver-white hair was loosely pulled, and there was only an extremely exquisite five-color jade hairpin in her hair, glowing with brilliant light, which was the jewel that Chongnan's envoys "lost" in Dajing.

Beside her, there was also a pair of children, which were the dragon and phoenix fetuses born by Concubine Chun for Yin Heng.

The mother and son were lying on the cold jade bed, and they didn't know how long they had been asleep.

Although Yin Heng didn't have any expression, his eyes revealed an ardent desire, as if the next moment, or the next moment, the mother and son would wake up and surround him as before.

He stood here in silence for a moment before turning and walking out of the inner sanctum.

The waiter waiting under the corridor immediately stepped forward, held up the umbrella for him again, and replied, "Enlighten the saint, the national teacher will enter the palace to meet you."

Yin Heng said in a deep voice, "Let her see her in Zichen Palace."

"Yes."

The national teacher is the only person who can get off the sedan chair in front of the palace except for the emperor.

After a stick of incense, a sedan chair stopped in front of Zichen Palace, a woman with long sleeves fluttering, wearing a snow robe walked off the sedan chair, her head full of green silk was only tied with an ebony hairpin, and a little red cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows, giving people an indescribable feeling, the temperament was beautiful but gloomy, so that people did not dare to make a mistake in front of her.

All the palace people stood with bated breath when they saw her, as if they were a little afraid of the unpredictable power on her body, and they were a little more in awe and respect than when they saw the emperor.

The female national teacher climbed the stairs, and the inner attendant immediately passed the sound, and the emperor's voice came from the hall, "Let the national teacher come in."

Ye Yue walked into the hall and swept the dust between her arms, "Long live the emperor."

"The national teacher doesn't have to be polite." Yin Heng's gaze did not stay on her

, and then asked, "Is that done?"

Ye Qiyue looked up at him, "The time is not yet ripe, the emperor still needs to wait patiently."

Yin Heng frowned, put aside the red pen in his hand, and looked up at Ye Yuyue, "Still waiting?"

Nightshade's eyes seemed to hide countless secrets, as deep as a whirlpool, "Your Majesty, don't worry, you will be able to see her soon."

*****

Fuqu Pavilion, Qin Zeng stood under the locust tree with his hand.

The waste well that Guo Chongli said earlier had already been revealed, but everyone threw it down and dug it down with great effort. The shopkeeper of the Fuqu Pavilion cautiously looked at Qin Zeng's face, "My lord, the villain never knew that there was an abandoned well here, let alone what it was used for......

Qin Zeng said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."

The shopkeeper of the Fuqu Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "What do you have to say? Are you going to close?"

"No, you just act as if nothing happened, and don't let people notice what is going on here, if there is a rumor......

"The villain understands ......"

The shopkeeper of Fuqu Pavilion receives nobles with heads and faces in Beijing on weekdays, and knowing current affairs is a necessary quality, so he immediately retreated lightly when he heard the words.

At this moment, Changqing's voice came from below, "My lord! Dig through!"

When Qin Zeng heard this, he said to Changrong beside him, "Are you all ready?"

Evergreen said solemnly, "Your Excellency, rest assured, all arrangements have been made."

When Qin Zeng heard this, he jumped from the well.

Falling to the bottom of the well, he looked towards the passage that Guo Chongli had said earlier.

The earth and rocks that had blocked the passage had been dug up, and the passage was pitch black, and Qin Zeng took the torch from Changrong's hand and walked forward.

In a short time, the crowd crossed the distance of an alley, and there was a stone wall in front of them.

Changqing touched the stone wall and said, "My lord, the texture of this wall is different from the surrounding stone wall, it should be a passage into the underground of the deep incense rouge shop."

Qin Zeng stood in front of the stone wall, and his strength struck out a palm, the stone wall made a muffled sound, and he didn't hear a sound behind him, he groped around on the wall, and didn't see any traces of the mechanism.

"Is the entire passage blocked?"

Qin Zeng didn't speak, the mechanism in the fat shop has not been found until now, and his face became gloomy, "Since you can't find the mechanism, use brute force."

Changqing was stunned, "What do you mean to say...... With a Divine Fire Bomb?"

The Divine Fire Bomb is a thing transformed by the Dongchang Shenhuo Battalion based on the fire tribulus terrestris, which is extremely powerful and can open mountains and break stones. However, the dosage can also be adjusted to control the explosion range.

Qin Zeng showed a thoughtful look, and Changqing had no doubt that he was thinking about blowing up this wellhead or going back to fry the deep incense rouge shop.

Qin Zeng was silent for a while and ordered, "Go and get the Divine Fire Bomb."