Did she go back to her hometown? Where is such a strange woman's hometown?

Dragging heavy steps out of Bu Zhilou, Ji Hu suddenly felt that his face was cold, and it turned out that the sky was falling with snowflakes. Ji Hu stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes fell in the center of his palm, wet and itchy, and disappeared in an instant. He tilted his head and breathed softly, the snowflakes fell into his mouth and nose, and the coolness went straight to the bottom of his heart, but it was indescribably comfortable, as if all his internal organs had been cleansed. Could it be that this is the taste of the aroma she carried?

"Master, there's something wrong with the apprentice." Seeing Ji Hu's cart running listlessly into the south gate of the palace, Chong Li, who was already waiting here on the palace gate, asked the master beside him in puzzlement. Ji Duoyou has returned to the Zhou camp, as soon as his acting military affairs were handed over, he immediately came to the court to welcome the Son of Heaven back to Luoyi, thinking that he would be able to meet the Son of Heaven when he entered the palace early in the morning, but he was unexpectedly empty.

"Speak!" Rong Yi is concise and to the point.

"Since the Son of Heaven has been tempted by his junior sister, why didn't he strike while the iron was hot, but let his junior sister leave overnight, why did he act like this?"

"You don't understand." Rong Yi glanced at him: "The Son of Heaven has four seas, what kind of woman has not seen it? The harder it is to get, the better, and your way is still shallow in this matter of men and women!"

"Yes, but at Master's orders."

Rong Yi glanced at his beloved apprentice, and saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and he knew that he was in a hurry for days, and the wind and dust were unresolved. wanted him to go down to rest, but thought that Ji Hu had returned to the main hall, and he had to lead Chongli to meet him. In order to prepare for the meeting of the monarchs and ministers, they had to prepare in advance, so they asked, "Is it okay to be over there in the camp of Chengzhou?"

"Master Lao is worried, everything is fine. Ji Ziliang has returned to the camp, and I am returning with Lord Gongsun Yu this time, and he has entered the former dynasty to be summoned and appointed by the Marquis of Wei."

The corners of Rong Yi's mouth showed an imperceptible sneer: "Seeing that Wei He is about to take control of the dynasty at such a young age and monopolize power, our king can't sit still. By the way," he suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What is the movement of Ji Ziliang returning to the camp this time?"

"There's nothing else ------" Chong Li frowned and thought carefully, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, by the way, he brought back a personal guard, I heard that he was originally walking on the big river, what is it called-------- er-------

"Bei'er!" Rong Yi blurted out.

"Yes, it's called Bei'er." Chong Li looked admiring: "Master, how do you know?"

"Hmph, this Ji Ziliang is getting more and more arrogant. He dared to take what the king wanted, without asking." Rong Yi snorted coldly.

Chongli walked with his head down and didn't dare to interject again, every time the master showed such an expression on his face, he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all. But Rong Yi couldn't spare him: "By the way, I saw a Rong slave in Buzhilou yesterday, what is his name. I see that this person is a little suspicious, but I don't have time to ask in detail, so go back and find out where this person came from."

"Pe'er?" Chongli looked confused: "Senior sister is cautious, there will be no mistakes."

"It's not Wu Kui, it's Lin Bo who took him in on his own initiative. After the Lin family is a dry person, after all, it is a sub-surname, and it may not be the same as us in acting, so it is better to be more careful."

"No!"

After the return of Gongsun Yu, the government affairs of the country gradually got on track. Seeing that Wei He went to court every day, summoned important ministers, and was busy inspecting the armaments, Ji Hu couldn't stay in the Wei Palace any longer, and insisted on going back to Luoyi. The monarchs and ministers of the country repeatedly retained, saying that it was cold and freezing now, and it was not too late to wait for the warm weather to leave again, but the Son of Heaven was like an arrow, and he was stubborn and refused, so he had to start arranging the matter of returning to Luan.

After passing through Puyang, it was already twilight when the convoy rushed to the bank of the big river. Hundreds of guards had been riding horses for a day against the wind, their hands and faces had long been numb from the cold, and their eyebrows and beards were covered with a layer of ice ballast. But why does the Son of Heaven insist on this, who dares to say half a word?

The group walked along the riverbank. In the middle of winter, the river was already frozen, but not far away, there was a piece of the river that was not frozen, and the fog on the water was faint, shrouding a tall boat.

Wei Houhe, who had come to see him off, walked to the front of the six carriages, bowed down and saluted, "King, this boat can carry fifty people, and it is designed for the king

Preparation. The rest of the soldiers may take small boats, and the waterways are open, so beware of the way of my king."

Ji Hu lifted the curtain and looked at it from a distance, and sighed: "The cold water painting boat is like entering the realm of immortals. Wei and you have a heart!"

The ferry boat has been swinging from the side of the boat, and it is the old man who encountered the danger of the iceberg last time, he got off the boat and knelt down and said: "The old man did not know Mount Tai last time, and did not know the face of my king Zhenlong, please forgive the king!"

"It's because I don't want to show my true identity, what do I have to do with my husband?" Ji Hu got on the boat with the help of Chongli, and asked the old man, "The young man named Bei'er last time, can he be on the boat?"

"So that my king may know," replied the old man respectfully, "he has gone with that general Ji Duoyou to the camp of Chengzhou as a personal guard, and is not on the boat."

"Oh?" Ji Hu Yingting raised her slender eyebrows, quite displeased.

Chongli understood and said in a low voice, "If the king wants this person, stay in Luoyi and send someone to summon him to the palace. Is General Ziliang still refusing to let go?"

"It's a trivial matter, and there's no need to do it." Ji Hu's expression was faint, and he turned his head to look at Wei He, who was bowing down to see off the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs who was leading the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs on the shore: "Congratulations to the king!" Nearly 100 people spoke in unison, it was magnificent, and Ji Hu couldn't help but admire: "Wei He is a true monarch now, and he envy others!"

Chongli turned his gaze to Rong Yi on the other boat, and the two exchanged a meaningful look.

Because Rong Yi, as an entourage minister, had to take care of all the chauffeurs, so he was not in the same boat. Only Chongli accompanied Ji Hu into the cabin of the painting boat, only to see that the painting board inside was bright and spacious. There are a few in the cabin, on which there are pasta and fruits, and there is a smoked cage near the south, which is strange and fragrant inside. Further on, there is a piano and a brazier, and the charcoal fire in the basin is blazing, baking the cabin as warm as spring.

The old man also came in and said, "Please rest here for a while, the old man still has to turn people into ice before he can travel."

Ji Hu asked curiously, "This river was dug out by the old man and his people?"

The old man nodded: "There is nothing to do in winter, so I don't want the king and the marquis to take care of this small business. I started working hard last night, and I kept pouring water today for fear of freezing on the river, and there are still some people who don't have enough manpower."

"How much did Wei Hou pay?"

The old man did the math: "Add up to two loaves of gold."

"Two loaves of gold?" Ji Hu smiled dumbly: Bu Zhilou will ask for ten cakes of gold for one hexagram, it seems that it is really difficult for people's livelihood! Then he took a shot: "It's okay left and right, go out and see how you keep the river from freezing!"

Ji Hu walked to the bow of the boat, only to see the remnant sun like blood, the distant mountains like dai, and the frozen river up and down, a golden red dazzling. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, dotted with gold and color, magnificent and enchanting.

A large cauldron was boiling a large bucket of hot water in the bow of the boat, and when the water was boiling, a small bucket was handed to the boats standing on the boat. As soon as the boats raised their hands, there was a sound of "Zilala", and a stream of steaming mist swirled up from the water, and the whole painting boat was like a Penglai fairyland.

Ji Hu saw that a boat on the starboard side was half naked, and he had fun for a while, and quipped, "Hey, this man, aren't you cold?"

As if he hadn't heard at all, the man lowered his head and poured boiling water. Ji Hu was stunned for a moment and slapped him on the shoulder, and when the man turned around, both of them let out an "ah"! Isn't this the child in Buzhilou? Suddenly, both of them froze.

The old man was very well-behaved, and immediately sensed that the Son of Heaven had a different expression, thinking that Pi'er had been inconsiderate in his words, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "The king forgives the sin, this is a Rong slave who has fallen into the Wei realm, and he has no food and clothing. The old man brought it back a few days ago to do some chores on the ship, so that he could have something to eat. He doesn't seem to understand the words of the Zhou people, and if there is any offense, please forgive the king!"

"Since he doesn't understand the Zhou people's language, how do you talk to him?" Ji Hu turned his face and asked.

The old man smiled: "Don't hide it from the king, the old man has been tossing and turning for many years, and he knows a few words of Rong language, so the general instructions are told to him."

"That's the case," Ji Hu flicked his sleeves and said, "Take him into the cabin, you have something to ask, you can talk about it in the middle."

"Huh?" A group of people are waiting for no idea, but the words of the Son of Heaven are true, which one dares to refute them? The two had to follow into the cabin.

When entering the cabin, as a person close to the king of Zhou, he had to undergo strict inspection of his whole body, and he was not allowed to carry the slightest iron weapon. When everything was about to end, Chongli's eyes fell on Bi'er's head, a thick and long hairpin under the two-inch tattered wooden crown, and he couldn't help frowning.

The old man understood what he meant, and came up to explain, "General Rong, the Rong people originally had no crown, and this iron hairpin is something that Pi'er often wears. He has been wearing this hairpin since he met him, and it is not unique to him today."

"That won't work," Chongli shook his head, "If you see the king closely, you will have to take it down, not to mention that he is a Rong man, and his heart will be different." If you refuse to take it, take it down and interrogate it immediately!"

The old man hurriedly turned around and muttered a few words to Pi'er, but the Rong Han seemed to refuse, but he couldn't withstand the old man's repeated persuasion, so he reluctantly took off the iron hairpin, and immediately a thick long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he was wild all over.

In the warm cabin, the three of them were arranged in a zigzag pattern, and Ji Hu lived behind the high case, looking down at the two people kneeling outside the case. The old man was sweating nervously, and Pi'er was wearing his hair loosely, and he couldn't see his face or expression clearly.

Ji Hu cleared his throat and solemnly instructed the old man, "Are you clear about the rules? When you get out of this cabin, but half of your words leak out, do you understand what the consequences are?"

The old man kowtowed: "Don't worry, the king can rest assured, out of this cabin, the old man will forget everything he hears and says, and he will not say a word when he enters the ground."