The ancient courtyard of Jiantan is located in the south of Jiantan of Taihao Sword Sect, which is the most luxurious and solemn place among the many garden pavilions of Taihao Sword Sect.

The ancient courtyard of Jiantan is the closest to the Taihao Sword Sect, and the monks who practice the way of the sword can feel the artistic conception of various sword qi in the sword pond here, and they can get twice the result with half the effort when they cultivate.

Taihao Sword Sect doesn't know how much financial, material and human resources it has spent, and it has transported many heavenly and earthly treasures to raise this sword pool to this point.

The ancient courtyard of Jiantan, which is the closest to Jiantan, is extremely luxurious.

In the entire Taihao Sword Sect, only a few people can live in this Sword Pond Ancient Courtyard.

Ordinary disciples had no qualifications to be able to get close to the Sword Pool, so they could only watch from a distance.

Entering the ancient courtyard of Jiantan, passing through the pear flower stone arches, one step at a time, the scenery in the courtyard is decorated with many flowers and trees, carved elegantly and gorgeously.

There are rockeries in this place, clear water in that place, colorful flowers in this place, and ancient pines in that place.

"Shizi, this Jiantan Ancient Courtyard is the best courtyard in my sect, if the prince wants to stay in the sect for a few more days, he will stay here."

Ning Liang followed Cheng Guang's side, while opening the way for Cheng Guang, he also smiled and said to Cheng Guang: "Qianxue also lives in this Jiantan Ancient Courtyard, she is a girl who rarely has contact with the outside world, and her temperament is not like a woman from a family in Kyoto. ”

Cheng Guang smiled, shook his head when he heard this, and said softly: "It's not in the way." ”

Cheng Guang said, along the way, watching the beautiful scenery of the ancient courtyard of Jiantan.

In this ancient courtyard, except for Cheng Guang and his party, there are basically no other figures, and most of the people who pass by occasionally are maids.

They often do not squint, bow their heads and walk quickly, and do not dare to look around.

Along the way, I walked through several stone arches carved with delicate patterns, and finally came to a building.

This building is a bamboo forest hut in the ancient courtyard, located next to a verdant bamboo forest, next to this hut, you can clearly hear the sound of flowing water in the sword pool.

It can be said that it is the core area of the entire Jiantan Ancient Courtyard.

"Shizi, please come in."

Ning Liang pushed the door of the bamboo hut and turned sideways to invite Cheng Guang in.

Cheng Guang led Qingluan behind him and walked slowly into the bamboo hut.

I saw that in the house, there was no superfluous decoration, on the wooden shelves on the walls around them, there were a few purple and green swords, and on the sandalwood table, there were a few tea sets.

The owner of the hut seems to know that a guest is coming today, and has already made tea.

It's just that I don't know if the other party made it himself, or if he ordered someone to make it.

Cheng Guang's gaze fell on the teapot.

Freshly brewed tea evaporates from the mouth of the teapot with a curling white mist.

In this bamboo cottage, under the light of the sunset, it adds a bit of beauty.

"Please be seated."

Ning Liang smiled and invited Cheng Guang to sit down, and then said: "If the prince is going to leave after welcoming his relatives today, then he still needs to come according to etiquette, and now that the prince wants to stay in the sect for a while, this etiquette is not necessary." ”

"I'll go and let her come out to meet the son."

As he spoke, Ning Liang walked briskly towards the inner room.

Obviously.

In Ning Liang's heart, she is the object of this marriage with Cheng Guang, the contemporary goddess of Taihao Sword Sect, Ning Qianxue.

Cheng Guang smiled and nodded, without saying anything.

"Shizi, this Taihao Sword Sect has a good background, just along the way, I met a lot of people, at a young age, my cultivation has already reached five or six grades."

"If the Taihao Sword Sect is not a hidden sect and recruits disciples for the Great Zhou Dynasty, I am afraid that the mountain gate of the Taihao Sword Sect will have to be broken."

Qingluan picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea for Cheng Guang, and spoke softly, with a little surprise in his tone.

Cheng Guang bowed slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip gently.

Qingluan is right, the Taihao Sword Sect is indeed a good foundation, and if it recruits disciples for the entire dynasty, it will definitely be a sensational event in the world.

But.

Taihao Sword Sect didn't do that.

Strictly speaking, the Taihao Sword Sect is not so much a sect as it is a family clan linked by family blood.

All the people in the Taihao Sword Sect are more or less related to each other.

Because of this, the Taihao Sword Sect is also the most united existence among the four major sword sects.

It is fundamentally different from the other three major sword sects.

While Cheng Guang was thinking.

There was a commotion in the inner room.

Then, Ning Liang walked in slowly with a woman in a white dress, smiling and looking very happy.

The white dress has a pure temperament, a slender posture, muscles like snow, a waist like a bundle, teeth like braided shells, and a little eccentric between the eyebrows and eyes.

As soon as he walked into the house, he subconsciously fell his eyes on Cheng Guang's body.

Bright blinked, as if she had discovered something interesting, and kept looking at it.

Cheng Guang noticed the gaze of the girl in the white dress, smiled faintly at her, and nodded slightly.

"Shizi, this is my daughter Ning Qianxue."

Ning Liang knew that this was the first time Cheng Guang and Ning Qianxue had met, so he introduced Cheng Guang with a smile.

After that, Ning Liang fell on Ning Qianxue's body again, and said, "This is the prince of Zhenguo." ”

After Ning Liang finished introducing, he smiled and said: "Shizi, Qianxue, you two young people get along with each other, I won't be in the way here, if the Shizi wants to leave later, just let someone tell me, and I will send Shizi off at that time." ”

After Ning Liang finished speaking, he left the room with his entourage.

Qingluan hesitated, and also left the bamboo hut with Ning Liang.

But soon, only Ning Qianxue and Cheng Guang were left in the house.

Ning Qianxue quietly looked at Cheng Guang with her hands in her hands.

Suddenly, the red lips pursed slightly, the eyebrows and eyes were bent into crescents, and the eyes were clear.

"Mother-in-law really didn't lie to me, you are really good-looking."

Ning Qianxue spoke in tone and demeanor.

There is no fear and respect that others naturally show when facing Cheng Guang.

did not show some arrogance and contempt for Cheng Guang because of his status reverence.

Moreover, this Ning Qianxue seems to be a self-acquaintance, and there is not much embarrassment and life in getting along.

However, when you come up, you pay attention to your appearance, is there something wrong.

Mo Feining Qianxue is still a face control?

Cheng Guang couldn't laugh or cry.

"You're not bad either."

Cheng Guang replied politely, then took a sip of tea from the teacup, took his eyes off Ning Qianxue's body, and looked out the window.

Ning Qianxue tilted her head at this time, looked at Cheng Guang, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked Cheng Guang: "By the way, isn't Shiziling coming to take me back to the Zhenguo Mansion today to get married?" ”

"Why did you listen to my father, you are not leaving."

Cheng Guang shook his head.

"There's something delayed, we have to wait a while."

Cheng Guang didn't explain much.

Ning Qianxue seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and then because she couldn't find a topic, she quieted down, sat next to Cheng Guang, held her chin, and looked around boredly.

After a while, Ning Qianxue asked: "Oh, by the way, Shizi, listen to my mother-in-law, after becoming a parent, I will be a member of the Zhenguo Mansion, will I not be able to return to the Sword Sect in the future?" ”

"No, I can go back."

Ning Qianxue nodded slightly, held her chin again, and looked at Cheng Guang left and right, "Shizi, is there anything to see outside the window?" ”

"I've been looking at the scenery here for many years, and I'm tired of seeing it for a long time."

Ning Qianxue stood up and followed Cheng Guang's gaze and looked into the distance.

Cheng Guang smiled: "It's okay, I'm thinking about something." ”

At this time, Cheng Guang had already become a topic terminator, making Ning Qianxue want to speak, but there was no way to open the topic smoothly with Cheng Guang.

A tangled frown.

It seems to be a small chatter, and it has not fully matured.

If you are mature, you don't need others to answer at all, you can talk to yourself for a few hours, and you won't be tired.

Cheng Guang looked at the direction of Kyoto, waiting for the movement from Kyoto, and did not pay too much attention to Ning Qianxue.

And Ning Qianxue sat on the side, entangled for a long time, and found that she didn't know what to talk about with the prince, so she sat cross-legged and practiced.

Cheng Guang noticed Ning Qianxue's movement beside him, his eyes withdrew from the window, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw that Ning Qianxue had already begun to cultivate.

The breath on Ning Qianxue's body.

It's almost eight.

Kendo is essentially similar to martial arts, and belongs to the branch of martial arts, so the division of realms, as well as the name, are the same.

In other words, Ning Qianxue is now a powerhouse in the Rebirth Realm.

How old is Ning Qianxue?

Not as old as me, right?

Even a few years younger than me, this is already a powerhouse in the Rebirth Realm?

Ordinary spiritual path cultivators, their cultivation speed is not as fast as Ning Qianxue, right? ?

Cheng Guang was suddenly shocked, and Ning Qianxue quietly showed her hand in front of Cheng Guang without knowing it.

Cheng Guang looked at Ning Qianxue and pondered for a while, and suddenly felt that the reason why Ning Qianxue was able to cultivate so high seemed to be that in his daily life, there was nothing else to do except practice.

has been living in this ancient courtyard.

In the huge Jiantan Ancient Courtyard, except for some respectful servants, few outsiders walked around.

Ning Qianxue can be said to have no friends.

It's not easy to talk to people on a daily basis.

Maybe that's why she wants to talk to herself.

Cheng Guang thought of this, and suddenly felt that he had just treated Ning Qianxue so coldly, was it a little undeserved.

In addition, Cheng Guang also noticed that Ning Qianxue didn't seem to understand the true meaning of marriage.

The high-level of the Taihao Sword Sect asked her to marry her, and she didn't think about it, she just agreed.

I don't worry about whether I'm a good person or not.

I don't worry about what will affect her after she gets married.

Instead, I care about whether I am handsome or not.

When Cheng Guang thought of this, he couldn't cry or laugh again.

Although it was the first time he met Ning Qianxue, Ning Qianxue's behavior made him laugh.

After watching Ning Qianxue's cultivation for a while, Cheng Guang withdrew his gaze from Ning Qianxue's body.

It's not surprising that people work so hard and cultivate to a high point.

Where is such a salted fish as yourself.

Cheng Guang said a word in his heart, and his eyes fell back to the window.

After thinking for a while, he thought that Zhao Jin had already arrived in Kyoto and spread the news.

He didn't plan to inform Cheng Zhihai in advance, he didn't actually have an accident.

First, it didn't make much sense to tell him, with Cheng Zhihai's old-fashioned temperament, he would never be able to act.

As long as a clear-eyed person looks at it, he can see whether Cheng Zhihai is pretending to be or not.

can't hide it from the Great Zhou Emperor at all.

Second, as long as Cheng Zhihai learns the news and comes to investigate near Tianmen Mountain, he will naturally learn that he has no accident at all.

And Cheng Guang didn't plan to hide it.

The main thing is to bet that the Great Zhou Emperor believes what Zhao Jin said, and he doesn't have to bother to hide it at all.

Cheng Guang thought of this, and rubbed his chin, in fact, having said that, he is now in the Taihao Sword Sect, except for the presence of the Great Zhou Emperor, the others have no strength to enter the Taihao Sword Sect at all.

He entered the Taihao Sword Sect safely, and no one else knew about it except for Zhao Jin, who had just left.

And the people of the Taihao Sword Sect have never been out of the mountain gate, and it is unlikely that they will leak their whereabouts.

In a sense, it can be said that it is a kind of hidden.

Hidden, but not much.

Such as hidden.

…………

Great Zhou Kyoto.

The backyard of the palace, the exquisite attic palace, is paved with golden glazed tiles, which sparkle in the setting sun.

The emperor's dormitory is surrounded by magnificent gardens, planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, fragrant in all seasons, and fragrant flowers.

There are also rockeries, flowing water, pavilions and other landscapes in the park, just like a fairyland on earth.

Emperor Da Zhou sat in the garden pavilion, his always majestic and cold face, when he looked at the woman in the pavilion, his face was slightly softened, and his eyes were a little soft.

The woman in the pavilion wears a flowing skirt and satin, showing a delicate and seductive figure.

The bandeau blue butterfly coat covers the white skin, the crystal clear inverted earrings hang down, and the green silk scattered on the shoulders is pulled up with the hairpin of the blood-red bellflower flower.

Wu Ling sat in the pavilion, exhaling like an orchid, as if she was running some kind of cultivation method, and the vitality of heaven and earth lingered around her.

Between breathing in and out, there is a special rhythm.

At the center of Wu Ling's eyebrows, a little Yuan Shen light slowly flickered, and if you looked carefully, you could see the appearance of a villain clearly from that little Yuan Shen light.

The villain's appearance is quite exquisite, wearing gorgeous clothes, his appearance is stunning, and his appearance is the same as Wu Ling's, and there is a slight smart color between his eyebrows and eyes.

After a while, Wu Ling slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air, opened his bright eyes, and there was a slight surprise in his eyebrows.

"Father, I've broken through again."

"The Seven Grades of the Spirit Dao, because of the virtual realm, really have different feelings from other realms."

Wu Ling said, leaning out a hand, the white jade fingertips were slightly pointed, and a golden light flowed out from the fingertips, and as soon as the golden light appeared, the heaven and earth vitality was pulled.

The wind is blowing.

The flowers in the garden swayed, the petals fell off and fluttered in the wind.

The Great Zhou Emperor nodded slightly, his majestic and cold face couldn't help but glow with satisfaction, and at the same time, there was some consternation in the depths of his eyes.

How long has it taken since Wu Ling started to practice?

But it's just a few months away.

This has already cultivated the spiritual path to the realm of the Seven Qualities of Cause and Void.

Maybe it won't be long before Wu Ling can ascend to the eight-rank world.

No matter how hard you work hard, you may be able to break through to heaven and man before thirty.

Become the youngest celestial in the history of the Great Zhou.

When Emperor Da Zhou thought of this, his breathing couldn't help but increase a little, but his face was still very calm.

"Wu Ling, you're doing a good job, your cultivation realm has risen faster than I did back then."

"After a while, you can go to the blood pool for a while."

"It's good to be able to increase the blood concentration a little."

When Wu Ling heard Emperor Zhou's words, his pretty face instantly became bitter, and he said helplessly: "Father, I have entered the blood pool many times these days, which is almost equivalent to soaking in this blood pool every day, and I really don't need to enter the blood pool anymore." ”

"Let the others go."

When Emperor Da Zhou heard Wu Ling's words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart.

Other royal clansmen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, many princes and princesses dreamed of, but they couldn't enter the blood pool, and they were even disgusted by Wu Ling.

If others hear this, let others think about it.

Emperor Da Zhou coughed, his lips opened slightly, and when he was about to say something, a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly came into his ears in the distance.

Emperor Da Zhou and Wu Ling raised their eyes at the same time and looked into the distance.

I saw a rainbow light in the distance from the sky.

After just a few breaths, it fell in front of the eyes of Emperor Da Zhou and Wu Ling.

The rainbow light landed, and Zhao Jin's figure was revealed.

Zhao Jin was out of breath, fell in front of the Great Zhou Emperor, and immediately bowed respectfully to the Great Zhou Emperor.

"Your Majesty."

After saying a word, Zhao Jin saluted Wu Ling again.

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

The Great Zhou Emperor waved his hand, signaling that Zhao Jin didn't need to be polite, and then looked at Zhao Jin and asked, "How is it?" ”

Zhao Jin knew what the Great Zhou Emperor was asking, and just as he wanted to speak, his eyes fell on Wu Ling on the side, and he hesitated slightly.

The Great Zhou Emperor smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

Zhao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded slightly at the Great Zhou Emperor, "Your Majesty, the prince has been resolved." ”

When Emperor Da Zhou heard Zhao Jin's words, his brows first furrowed, and then relaxed, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Are you sure there's nothing left behind?"

The Great Zhou Emperor asked again.

Zhao Jin was a little embarrassed in his heart, where was what left what troubles, but left a lot of troubles.

Although Zhao Jin was thinking about the content without a beginning or an end in his heart, he had a respectful face on his face, and there were not many other emotions.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Emperor Da Zhou smiled, stood up, patted Zhao Jin on the shoulder, and said:

"Well done, then Zhao Jin, you will act as if nothing happened, if you have a bad hand and foot and leave any troubles, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Jin's body was tense, listening to the words of the Great Zhou Emperor with a slight smile, but his heart did not feel the slightest lightness, but was full of heaviness.

On his forehead, there were beads of sweat the size of beans secreting and falling down his face.

Although Zhao Jin felt a lot of pressure in his heart, his face was still respectful, and he hurriedly responded.

The Great Zhou Emperor glanced at Zhao Jin, knowing how much pressure Zhao Jin had on him, and he didn't think much about it, waved his hand and let Zhao Jin leave.

Zhao Jin hurriedly responded, and after saluting again, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place as if he had fled.

After Zhao Jin's figure disappeared.

Wu Ling, who was sitting in the pavilion, seemed to have just reacted at this time, and looked at his father and emperor with bright eyes.

"Father, what you said to Zhao Jin just now, what has been resolved, what does this mean?"

Emperor Da Zhou picked up the herbal tea on the ancient table, took a sip without hurry, looked at Wu Ling, and said in a non-wavering tone:

"It's literal."

"If anyone gets in the way, they will be removed."

"Wu Ling, you have to remember that the emperor can't have personal feelings, the interests of the dynasty are supreme, the interests of the royal family are supreme, only if you can do these two things, you don't have to care about anything else."

Wu Ling listened to the words of the Great Zhou Emperor, his good-looking brows furrowed, as if he still couldn't believe it.

The red lips pursed slightly, and then asked again.

"Father, the son of the world you are talking about will not be ...... It can't be the prince of Zhenguo, right......"

The Great Zhou Emperor looked at Wu Ling, looking at Wu Ling's nervous face, his majestic and cold face became more serious.

He knew that Wu Ling had some different feelings for the prince of Zhenguo.

Although the two didn't spend much time together, Cheng Guang, the prince of Zhenguo, left a deep impression on Wu Ling's heart.

There was a moment when he also thought about letting Wu Ling marry the prince of Zhenguo.

But Zhen Guogong obviously didn't want to do this.

For the descendants of the Zhenguo Mansion, they will no longer be drawn from the royal blood, and they will be reduced to people who cannot practice, and they are unwilling to marry and tie together with the royal family again.

Thinking of this, the Great Zhou Emperor couldn't help but sigh, if the Duke of Zhenguo and Cheng Zhihai could agree at that time to let Wu Ling marry Cheng Guang, the prince of Zhenguo, where would there be such a thing now.

The Zhenguo Mansion has no inheritance.

He can also be completely relieved.

In the future, Wuling will become the empress, and Cheng Guang, the prince of Zhenguo, and his descendants will still be able to survive in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Now it's like this.

Everything is the fault of the Zhenguo Mansion.

Emperor Da Zhou glanced at Wu Ling a few times, and did not directly answer Wu Ling's question, and then said:

"Don't think nonsense, these things have nothing to do with you for the time being, your most important task now is to seize the time to improve your cultivation and inherit the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future."

The Great Zhou Emperor said, got up and left slowly.

But Wu Ling was stunned in place, looking at his majestic and cold father, and thinking of the noble son who was sitting in the pavilion when he was most helpless.

Not sure why.

Wu Ling suddenly felt a sour feeling gushing from the tip of his nose.

At some point, my vision became blurry.

"Why, why did my father do this?"

It's getting dark.

The cultivation of the seven grades does not seem to be able to bring much warmth to Wuling.

At this pavilion, she curled up helplessly, her eyes distracted.

recalled the scene with Cheng Guang.

Wu Ling only felt some pain in his heart.

"Wu Ling, have you ever practiced in your daily life?"

"Wu Ling, would you like to have a competition with me?"

"Wu Ling, your strength is too weak, I'm afraid that I will hurt you with all my strength."

"Wu Ling, I'll teach you a brand new game, this is backgammon, five chess pieces in a row with a row ......"

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall what Cheng Guang had said to her.

The last picture that appeared in Wu Ling's mind was that at the royal festival that day, Cheng Guang was wearing the costume of the lantern division, with a tall body, a majestic and radiant appearance.

Perhaps Cheng Guang is her only friend.

Perhaps Cheng Guang was the first person who could play with her.

Perhaps Cheng Guang was the first person to release his kindness to her.

Whatever the reason, Wu Ling just wanted to cry a little at this time.

Why did his father let Zhao Jin kill his son?

Why?

I also want to cultivate to improve, and after being allowed to leave the palace by my father, I will go to play with the son of the world.

I'm also worried that my son will get married, and after I have a wife, he won't take care of me anymore.

But why......

Will the son be treated like this by his father?

Wu Ling couldn't figure it out, she couldn't do anything, at this time she felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world again.

Back to the days when he was outside the palace, fighting with a group of beggars for food, and there was no daylight.

Wu Ling stayed in the pavilion for a whole night.

Around the bright eyes, there was a noticeable dullness.

As the sky gets darker.

The figure of the Great Zhou Emperor suddenly appeared beside Wu Ling, and he looked at Wu Ling's appearance, and felt a sense of powerlessness that was angry with him.

In his opinion, Wu Ling is already the crown prince, and he will still be the emperor of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty in the future.

How can you be so emotional.

This hasn't happened to Cheng Guang's son yet, and there is too much contact.

If only there was more contact.

Is this time worth it?

The Great Zhou Emperor, who wanted to reprimand Wu Ling, thought that his relationship with Wu Ling was not very good, but he had finally eased up a little recently, and now there is such a thing.

If he reprimands Wu Ling again, he is afraid that Wu Ling will not know what to do with him later.

After being silent for a moment, the Great Zhou Emperor spoke: "Okay, let's go cultivate, and then the Zhenguo Mansion will ...... Maybe the whole Great Zhou won't be too peaceful, I don't have time to accompany you to practice, and you have nothing to do to go to the blood pool. ”

The Great Zhou Emperor said that, and the figure disappeared again.

After the disappearance of the Great Zhou Emperor's figure.

Not far from Wu Ling's side, several palace maids with apprehensive expressions walked over slowly, they didn't know what was happening at this time, so they could only cautiously probe and say:

"Your Highness, do you want to go to the shower and change clothes now?"

The palace maid's voice fell, and Wu Ling did not react.

A moment later.

Just when the palace maids looked at each other and wanted to retreat.

Wu Ling suddenly stood up, wiped his eyes a few times with his blue and white sleeves, and walked quickly towards the blood pool.

"Don't bathe, I'll go cultivate."

Wu Ling's face was clear, and his tone was less weak than before, and more of the breath of a superior person.

Wu Ling walked away quickly.

The figure quickly disappeared.

The palace maids who stayed in place looked at each other, a little incomprehensible.

"Didn't Your Highness hate cultivation the most before and didn't want to go to the blood pool?"

"Why did you take the initiative to go today?"

"Was it forced by His Majesty?"

Several palace maids whispered a few words, and then didn't dare to discuss too much, hurriedly bowed their heads, and left with Wu Ling's footsteps.

…………

In Kyoto, these two days were not very peaceful.

The prince of Zhenguo went to Taihao Sword Sect to welcome his relatives, but did not return for two days.

Originally, two days of non-return was nothing.

Maybe there was an accident on the road and it was delayed for some time.

But I don't know where it came from, there is faint news that the prince of Zhenguo was assassinated by a strong man and has lost his life.

This news instantly set off waves in Kyoto.

But soon, he was pressed down by someone with a heart.

Even so, similar news and speculation are still circulating in various parts of Kyoto.

In a teahouse in Kyoto, a storyteller said mysteriously to the audience:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know who assassinated the prince of Zhenguo?"

When the storyteller mentioned this, the audience was interested, their eyes widened slightly, and they asked who it was.

The storyteller laughed, took a sip of tea, and then slowly spoke:

"Someone is said to have seen it at the time."

"It seems to be a person from Dayuan, stepping on a flying eagle and rushing onto the ship of the prince, it seems that he is still a celestial, but with a palm swing, in an instant, the heaven and the earth are discolored, the wind and clouds are flowing, and the prince of Zhenguo is beaten into powder!"

"I can only say that the horror is as scheduled!"

After that, everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"It's actually Da Yuan's person?"

"Hey, speaking of which, it's really possible, in the territory of the Great Zhou, who can have the strength to assassinate the prince? There are only people from other dynasties. ”

"The son of the world died really miserably, I'm afraid there is no chance to resist there."

There was a lot of talking.

A different view has been raised.

"At present, the body of the son of the world has not been found, maybe the son of the world has some means to save his life, and he is not dead at all?"

But soon there was a refutation.

"The son of the world has been beaten into powder, how to find out!? Besides, there is no movement at all in the Zhenguo Mansion at the moment, and there is no news that the prince is fine, so I think something may really have happened! ”

"Alas, pitiful, the dignified prince of Zhenguo, a character that I can't reach for a lifetime, was assassinated, and nobles are also nobles."

"Hey, you are a poor scholar, you are a person who wants to pay on credit when you drink flower wine on weekdays, and you even pity a character like Shizi, you really eat radishes and worry about it."

The scholar's face rose slightly, he stretched out his hand to cover the patch of the green robe jacket on his body, and said with a mouth: "Scholars can say credit, I wanted to exchange literature for the Spring Festival for a while, but they didn't want to, so I said that I would write a better poem for them next time." ”

No one cared about the quibbles of the scholars.

There was a sense of joy in the air.

Soon, the news of the birth of the prince of Zhenguo was forgotten by everyone.

No one cares anymore.

This is just an after-dinner conversation for ordinary people.

And in the audience, among the audience.

The noble lady who passed by a few roads came in to drink tea with laughter and laughter, intending to listen to the book, but when she heard the words of the storyteller on the stage, she suddenly walked slightly.

"What is the storyteller talking about? What son was assassinated? ”

Wu Yuemei originally made an appointment with a few friends in her boudoir today and came out to hang out, but after she came out, she found that several of her friends had wrong faces.

No matter what you ask them.

On the contrary, they comforted themselves openly and secretly, not to worry, and to relax their minds.

Wu Yuemei didn't understand it at first, and asked them if something had happened, but the other ladies laughed and didn't want to say more.

This made Wu Yuemei even more puzzled.

I just feel that these friends of mine are hiding something from me.

But she didn't want to ask too much, so she didn't think about it anymore.

When passing by a teahouse, I saw that it was lively, so I planned to come up and charter a private room, drink tea, and listen to the books.

But.

Wu Yuemei didn't expect that she had just arrived at this teahouse when she heard the storyteller say that the prince had been assassinated.

Wu Yuemei's footsteps stopped, and the whole person was stunned in place for a moment as if he had been struck by lightning.

After reacting, Wu Yuemei hurriedly asked the lady beside her:

"Yuexin, Xuanyao, do you know anything, the son of the storyteller is not my son?"

Wu Yuemei's hands were clasped tightly together, and her fingers were slightly white.

Several noble ladies were asked by Wu Yuemei, their faces became even more embarrassed, and they didn't know how to answer.

They came all the way, and they had tried to avoid places where there was a lot of chat, and this time they had no intention of passing by the teahouse, thinking that there was nothing to do, but where could they have thought that they happened to run into the storyteller mentioning the matter of the son.

This makes them helpless at the same time.

I couldn't help but feel a little angry at the storyteller on the stage.

But for now, cleaning up the storyteller is secondary.

How should they deal with Wu Yuemei now?

A group of high-ranking and powerful ladies in Kyoto suddenly couldn't open their mouths.

Aunt Xue, who was following Wu Yuemei, couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly pulled Wu Yuemei's sleeve, "Madam, let's go back, they are probably talking nonsense......"

Wu Yuemei shook off Aunt Xue's arm.

Aunt Xue was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Wu Yuemei looked at Aunt Xue falling to the ground, and couldn't bear it, although she was called a slave, she was a sister after all, Wu Yuemei didn't hesitate and hurriedly stepped forward to help Aunt Xue up.

But his face soon turned cold.

"What the hell are you hiding from me?"

"What do you mean by what the storyteller said?"

"The son of the world in that mouth, is it my family Guang'er?"

Wu Yuemei's voice fell.

Several noble ladies opened their red lips slightly, and their gorgeous faces looked at each other a few times, all wanting to make each other speak, but none of them were willing to take the initiative to speak.

Wu Yuemei took a deep breath, "Okay, if you don't say it, I'll ask myself." ”

Wu Yuemei said, she was about to carry her dress, rush to the stage, and pull the storyteller down.

At this moment, Wu Yuemei's image of the delicate princess in the past was only revealed.

The ladies were too late to react.

Aunt Xue hurriedly grabbed Wu Yue's eyebrows, and said pleadingly: "Madam, let's go back, I don't estimate that I will hide it from you." ”

"It's just that at the moment, there is no news of the son, these storytellers are talking nonsense, if it weren't for Your Majesty's opposition to the literary prison, these people would dare to talk about the son, they have been cut off I don't know how many times, where do they dare to talk like now."

Wu Yuemei's body was slightly sluggish, she slowly turned her head, her beautiful eyes trembled, and she looked at Aunt Xue.

Aunt Xue's words, she had already understood.

Aunt Xue is already the default.

The son of the world in the storyteller's mouth is his own light.

In that person's mouth, Guang'er has ......

Assassinated, died??

Thinking of this, Wu Yuemei only felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, and her legs and feet were a little unstable.

"Ma'am."

Aunt Xue hurriedly stepped forward.

Wu Yuemei shook her head, asking Aunt Xue to let go of herself, and then looked at the several noble ladies around her.

Before they could wait for Wu Yuemei to speak, they comforted:

"Yuemei, I think it should be fine, I don't know how many guards there are around the son, where can outsiders assassinate the son so much?"

"That's right, the prince has a lot of ability, and the things that missed the prince some time ago were all done by the prince."

"We don't have to worry, it hasn't been determined yet, and the corpse of the prince hasn't been found yet, maybe it's okay now."

Wu Yuemei shook her head and took a deep breath, not showing great sadness, but extremely calm.

"You don't have to comfort me, I'm fine."

Wu Yuemei glanced at a few noble ladies, and had no intention of continuing to shop, so she walked towards the street in the distance and went home.

"Aunt Xue, go home."

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, then saluted slightly to several noble ladies, and hurriedly followed Wu Yuemei's footsteps and walked towards the Zhenguo Mansion.

Along.

Aunt Xue has been observing her wife's state.

At the moment, there is not the slightest news from the world.

Although it is still possible, it is alive.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

It is very likely that something has happened to the prince.

At present, the head of the family has been found by His Majesty for a reason, and it is strictly forbidden to leave Kyoto, and he cannot go out to find out if something has happened to Shizi, and he cannot find out who the murderer of Shizi is.

Everyone was shrouded in a fog.

The head of the family didn't know why His Majesty did this, but he could only listen to orders.

At the same time, he didn't want this information to let Wu Yuemei know.

Tell yourself to be more mindful.

As a result, just one day later, he didn't hide it.

Aunt Xue sighed, when she learned the news, she was also uncomfortable and sad.

But she also knows that her wife will definitely be a hundred times sadter than herself, ten thousand times.

Aunt Xue thought that Wu Yuemei would burst into tears at this time, and she cried bitterly.

But she didn't expect that Wu Yuemei didn't show excessive sadness, except for the tiredness that couldn't be hidden under her eyes.

Compared to normal times, there is not much discoloration.

It's anomalous.

Aunt Xue knew that this was not the state of her own wife in the face of this kind of thing.

Could it be that the lady knows that the prince has not had an accident yet, so she is not sad at all?

Aunt Xue thought in her heart.

The two were silent and returned all the way back to the Zhenguo Mansion.

Stay in the hospital.

Wu Yuemei sat at the table, and Aunt Xue hurriedly made tea for Wu Yuemei, and brought a cup of fragrant tea to Wu Yuemei.

"Ma'am, come and have some tea."

Wu Yuemei nodded slightly, took the tea, then raised her eyes to look at Aunt Xue, and asked, "What about Cheng Zhihai?" ”

Aunt Xue was stunned again when she heard this.

Wu Yuemei rarely called Cheng Zhihai that, even if she called it occasionally, she was not as calm as she is now.

Aunt Xue's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said: "The head of the family is still in charge of the lamp division at this time, and he must not leave Kyoto, so he ordered Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang to take people to find the son." ”

When Wu Yuemei heard this, she nodded slightly, and rubbed her forehead as if she had a slight headache.

Aunt Xue hurriedly stepped forward and gently pressed Wu Yue's forehead.

After a moment of silence.

Wu Yuemei suddenly asked.

"Aunt Xue, you say, did Guang'er really go?"

"My light, is it real, it's gone."

Wu Yuemei's tone was still calm, and there were not many waves.

But when she heard this, Aunt Xue's heart trembled.

"Madam, of course, Shizi Ji is a celestial phenomenon, and nothing will happen, and he hasn't come back now, maybe something has been delayed."

Wu Yuemei nodded slightly, "I think it might be so." ”

"Guang'er, this kid, usually loves to play, and when he encounters something interesting, it's normal for him to delay for a while and not come back."

"It's just that he is going to greet his relatives this time, and he shouldn't play around back and forth, and when he comes back, I will teach him a good lesson."

Wu Yuemei said, holding one hand to her forehead, her eyes drooping.

The tone is getting weaker and weaker.

Aunt Xue, who was gently pressing her forehead for Wu Yuemei, suddenly noticed that her fingertips felt a sense of dampness and coolness.

She looked down.

It's discovery.

The corners of Wu Yuemei's eyes flickered with crystal tears at some point, sliding down between her fingers.

"Madame......" Aunt Xue's heart trembled.

Wu Yuemei seemed to have noticed something, and hurriedly wiped her tears, and said with a smile: "Harm, Aunt Xue, why did you say I cried, it's okay." ”

"By the way, Guang'er is coming back soon to get married, I have to clean up the wedding room for him, and the details of the wedding have to be prepared one by one, I am busy during this time."

Talking and talking.

Wu Yuemei's mood was a little untenable.

"It's busy......"

Wu Yue's eyebrows and red lips trembled slightly, and she was a little speechless.

Aunt Xue's face was moved.

If she wants to say something, the prince will be fine, but she herself can't bear to deceive Madame again.

This is ......

How is it good.

The son of the world is fine, why did something happen?

Who is the person who will assassinate the prince?

Aunt Xue couldn't figure it out.

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(End of chapter)