What is going on in her daughter's family, Yu doesn't know it. However, the two of them were running for themselves, and Yu Zhi naturally didn't dare to forget each other.

Especially when he heard that Ye Qinghuan was beaten, Yu Zhi had a trace of surprise on his face. There are not many young people in Kyoto who can beat Ye Qinghuan, and they are about to get a draw, but if the previous generation shoots Ye Qinghuan, they can't beat it.

"Hurt?" Yu Zhi looked at Ye Qinghuan's eyes, he knew that if Qiu Ruo didn't say it, this matter would definitely not reach his ears. Ye Qinghuan will inevitably not speak.

The inescapable gaze fell on Ye Qinghuan's eyes, and Ye Qinghuan nodded, as if it was not him who was beaten at all.

Yu Zhi received an affirmative answer, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, with a thin futon draped over his body, "Tell me?" ”

Speaking of this, Qiu Ruoruo was angry, but the Hubu Shangshu Mansion was not something that she could break into with the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses.

The day after Yu Zhi's disappearance, Ye Qinghuan followed Du Ankang into the Hubu Shangshu Mansion. However, Ye Qinghuan didn't see Bai Li, and after he walked to the inner courtyard, several guards with iron rods surrounded him.

These people have sharp moves, and they are all attacking towards the vital point.

"Very strong?" Yu Zhi asked, referring to the guards of the Hubu Shangshu Mansion.

Ye Qinghuan shook his head and said, "It's not strong." Without too much explanation, his character is like this, not much to say.

Yu Zhi was speechless, and he really asked what to answer. He turned his head to look at Qiu Ruoruo, and according to Ye Muge's mouth, it was easier for Qiu Ruoruo, who was still sweet with people, to understand the situation.

"The guards in the Hubu Shangshu Mansion are all retired soldiers from the army, and they are much stronger than the usual government officials. If these people are concerned, Brother Ye will not be injured at all. However, according to Brother Ye, it was the elder who injured him who followed Bai Li. ”

"What's it called?"

"Du Ankang. According to the intelligence, it is said that the martial arts six products have broken the armor, and it has been ten years since he entered the Bai family. ”

"Armor-piercing six products, no wonder Qing Huan will be beaten." Yu Zhi must not be surprised. Three years ago, Ye Qinghuan only broke the fourth grade, and three years later, he broke the fifth grade, all of which were strong in swordsmanship, but they still made Du Ankang win.

Ye Qinghuan shook his head again and said, "More than that."

"What do you mean?" Yu Zhi said.

Ye Qinghuan frowned slightly, as if he was recalling something, and then said, "More than six products."

Yu Zhi set his eyes on Qiu Ruoruo's body, as if waiting for her explanation. He was willing to believe Qiu Ruoruo, after all, it was the information of the Qiu family, but this was from Ye Qinghuan's mouth again, after all, Ye Qinghuan never lied.

"There is very little information about this Du Ankang, and the last shot should be to injure Brother Ye this time."

"So what Qing Huan said is true?" Yu Zhi said with a smile.

Yu Zhi didn't know where Ye Qinghuan's injuries were, but the injuries that Qiu Ruoruo could find out would not be too light.

"Where's the injury?"

"No problem."

Ye Qinghuan doesn't like to put his weak side in front of others, so even if he is injured, he is like a lone wolf looking for a place to lick his wounds.

Ye Qinghuan left the two of them with an extremely chic back and turned to leave.

......

"His Royal Highness, that person has returned to the Autumn Mansion."

Hearing the report of his subordinates, Zhao Wang Shizi put the sunspot in his hand back into the chess box. He had been staring at this game of chess for a whole day, and there was only one place in his eyes, which was Meng Duanzhang's son who turned things around.

The maid didn't dare to disturb, even the information just now was like heavy snow falling on the lake and did not disturb the prince of Zhao.

Goose feather snow suddenly fell outside the house, and the sudden cold wind blew a little snow into the pavilion from the green tiles of the high pavilion, making the people inside shiver together.

The lights on the candlesticks were flickering, and countless shadows were dancing in the pavilion like ghosts.

The maid did not care about her legs, which had been frozen from standing for a long time, and hurriedly cut off the excessively long wick on the candlestick, and then placed it in the lampshade, and the lamp returned to calm, and a little green smoke came out.

King Zhao Shizi still didn't move, the black down robe on his body was wrapped tightly, and the cold was reserved for those subordinates.

"Sir, do you think I should cooperate with this assassination?"

Meng Duanzhang stood on the side, waiting for the orders of this prince at any time. In fact, he stood for a long time like these maids, and after playing chess, he stood up, standing on his side and realizing himself.

Meng Duanzhang has been in Zhao Wangfu for many years, and he knows one thing very well - the so-called staff and diners are just senior waiters. And the way to survive as a waiter is not to be too smart, but not to be smart.

This is a difficult multiple-choice question.

It just so happened that Meng Duanzhang was a person who was very good at making multiple-choice questions.

"What the son of the world thinks, it should be. After all, the man came back safely. Meng Duanzhang's voice was sleepy. Occasionally, showing fatigue in front of your own master can always make you feel better.

Zhao Wang Shizi already had his own answer, and the stupidity he pretended to be was not really stupid. Meng Duanzhang, as a staff member, has already seen this in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

If you want to talk about calculations, this prince of Zhao Wang is not an idle person who only knows how to walk the streets and alleys.

In this regard, the father and son of King Zhao are very different. Zhao Wangye, who is quite famous in the literary world, likes to play with flowers and plants in the house, fiddling with pen and ink, and is far from spending in the bustling Kyoto.

If it weren't for those talents in the literary world who wanted to come to the palace from time to time to visit, it is estimated that the people in Kyoto would have forgotten that there was a King Zhao in Kyoto.

In the inner courtyard of King Zhao's mansion, the prince of Zhao stood sideways, and the only person in the palace who could make the prince so deferential was the king of Zhao.

The appearance of a middle-aged man, his body is a little thin, but he is straight, quite a bit of literati temperament, and his clean and fair face will make people feel that this must be a good person to get along with. Indeed, King Zhao is a good person, without the majesty and arrogance of the prince, at least it is spread in the streets.

The window in the pavilion was open, facing King Zhao, and the wind and snow invaded the pavilion and also fell on the tips of King Zhao's hair.

In front of King Zhao is a piece of rice paper, on which is a portrait of a person, and the delicate brushstrokes outline a series of curves, the outline alone is already extremely beautiful, but it is only a human portrait.

The brushes that have been put aside have been frozen dried by the cold wind, which shows that the owner of the brushes has no heart to paint anymore, and the blank space on the facial features will make people imagine that this will be a beautiful woman.

The son of the world has long been surprised, from childhood to the eldest father, he will paint such a portrait without facial features.

When he was a child, he asked once, "Is this my mother?"

His father was noncommittal, and continued to paint them every day, and such paintings were placed all over the pavilion, and they could be clearly seen everywhere. It's just that the blank space in the outline needs to be imagined by yourself.

Until one day, his father burned all the paintings and cleaned them up. For some reason, he cried and shouted, "Don't burn your mother."

After that, he saw that after his father finished drawing, the fine rice paper would turn to ashes.

Prince Zhao stared at the portrait that was wet with snow, guessing when the painting in front of him would turn to ashes.

"Father, what do you think?" Prince Zhao said respectfully.

King Zhao turned his back to him, as if he was seriously thinking about the plan of the prince. This pavilion is the highest in the palace, and looking out of the window is the opposite door of the Zhao Palace-side palace.

King Zhao was silent, as if he couldn't make up his mind, and finally said: "You can call the shots on all matters in the house, and you don't need to ask my opinion again."

Prince Zhao had a look that he had already guessed, and then withdrew from the pavilion. He knew that his father would not want him to disturb him.

"Sir, you can arrange it. Find some people, leave some corpses, and be more careful if you fake them. Prince Zhao said as he walked.

And standing in the pavilion, Meng was already shivering from the cold, and stammered in response, and began to think about which unlucky eggs to find to guard the inner courtyard tonight?

"Corpses? Since you can't be too powerful if you want to die, there should still be some wine bags and rice bags in the palace. Meng Duanzhang was not surprised at all by the ruthlessness of King Zhao.

In a word, it is the right of these royal clansmen to determine life and death. As long as it is not himself who dies, Meng Duanzhang can accept it.

Meng Duanzhang retreated, leaving the prince of Zhao to stroll alone under the snow. He looked up towards the pavilion at the highest point of the inner courtyard, saw King Zhao's figure, and then also looked at the place where King Zhao's gaze fell. It's just that he can't see through this courtyard wall, and he can't cross the barrier of the courtyard wall like King Zhao.

In the memory of King Zhao's son, this pavilion was originally not available. Later, King Zhao built a lot of construction in the inner courtyard to have a pavilion that could overlook the entire palace.

The more he grew up, the more he understood that this pavilion was not based on King Zhao's love for architecture, but just for the height, high enough to see the scene of the palace opposite.

"Hmph." King Zhao sneered, he couldn't guess what his father was thinking.

"Someone."

A waiter appeared out of nowhere and appeared beside the prince of Zhao.

"I haven't seen anyone in or out of the palace for a long time, do you know the reason?"

The waiter said respectfully: "The king of Chu has not returned to Beijing since he went to the south to patrol the defense. I heard that the little king of Chu was meritorious in the army, and the king of Chu should have brought him back to Kyoto to receive a reward. ”

The king of Chu refers to the king of the word side by side, with the country name of "Chu" as the title, which shows the dignity.

The waiter didn't know why the master suddenly cared about the recent situation of the palace opposite, but he knew the master's temperament, and if he couldn't answer, he would inevitably reprimand. Therefore, on weekdays, he often inquires about the news of various families, and is prepared.

"Little Chu King?" Zhao Wang Shizi read these three words softly, and then asked, "Is that the child who was rescued from the army back then?" He would have been eighteen years old by now. ”

The tone of King Zhao's tone was like casually evaluating a junior, but in fact, he was only a few years older than that little Chu king.

The waiter naturally didn't dare to say this, and then the prince of Zhao replied: "Exactly." If the king of Xiao Chu sees the prince, he should also call him the king. ”

King Zhao laughed, and the laughter failed to make people feel happy.