After Rong Yunxiao burned the secret letter in front of the entourage, he asked Xiao Ping to secretly send him away.

After Xiao Ping sent away the entourage who came to deliver the secret letter, he returned to the room and saw Rong Yunxiao frowning slightly, pacing back and forth in the room.

He knew that Rong Yunxiao was not a person who was easily restless, he was good at disguise, and he was more calm than most people. Now even he is restless, which means that the matter is far more serious than he imagined.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid that this matter is fraudulent, do you really want to make an appointment?" Xiao Ping walked around after Rong Yunxiao, with a worried expression.

"Even you can see that there is a fraud in this matter, I don't know how to do it, it's just ......," Rong Yunxiao said with a complicated expression.

"So Your Highness knows that there is a deception, and you still want to go?" Before Rong Yunxiao's words were finished, Xiao Ping stared at him in a hurry and interjected.

"Hua Shao, the envoy of this Bishui Country, must not be simple, a few days after he first arrived in Tianji Country, how did he know that I was my father's favorite prince?" Rong Yunxiao's sentence, I don't know if he was asking Xiao Ping beside him, or asking himself.

"Your Highness is right, it is not easy for him, a small envoy from another country, to be so well-informed, and he has the courage to send someone to the Dust King's Mansion to ask for a meeting. Xiao Ping thought for a moment and said seriously.

"In this way, Hua Shao, the envoy of the Bishui Kingdom, is either in the Tianji Kingdom, or he has been bribed by someone and deliberately came to the Dust King's Mansion to sing such a play for me. Rong Yunxiao continued to analyze.

After a pause, Rong Yunxiao added: "In other words, it is the monarch of the Bishui Kingdom who really has eyeliner in the Tianji Kingdom, and the envoys of the Bishui Kingdom have been instructed by their monarchs. ”

"Your Highness, there is still a lot of time before the day after tomorrow, do you want to send someone to find out what's strange here?" Xiao Ping frowned after listening to Rong Yunxiao's words, and asked.

"Naturally, you want to check, in this way, you order to go down and check whether the entourage who came to deliver the secret letter is the personal entourage of Hua Shao, the envoy of Bishui Kingdom, and also check if there is anything abnormal after Hua Shao arrives in Tianji Kingdom. ”

"In addition, let people pay attention to the Ming Wangfu and the Xuanwang Mansion, and see what unidentified people the two royal brothers of this king have been dealing with recently. Rong Yunxiao brushed his thoughts and asked Xiao Ping to immediately arrange for someone to do what he asked.

Xiao Ping knew that time was tight and the stakes were important, so he immediately retreated to do things after receiving the order.

After Xiao Ping left, Rong Yunxiao thought about it and felt that it was necessary to enter the palace to visit his father at this time, for fear that he would really guess it, and his father's illness in bed was strange.

But when Rong Yunxiao arrived at the palace and asked to see his father in front of Emperor Yu's bedroom, he was turned away by Emperor Yu's personal eunuch Li Hegui.

"His Royal Highness the Dust King, Your Majesty said that you are unwell and need to recuperate, and please ask His Royal Highness the Dust King to return to the house as soon as possible, and when His Majesty recovers, he will naturally summon His Highness. Li Hegui smiled and sent Rong Yunxiao away.

"Please ask Gonggong Li to pass it on to this king again, and say that Yunxiao has important things to meet his father. Rong Yunxiao didn't give up, and grabbed Li Hegui, who was about to leave.

"Your Highness, please go back, Your Majesty said that no one will come, Your Majesty loves Your Highness so much, when the dragon body recovers, you will definitely announce Your Highness's entry into the palace." Li Hegui bit Emperor Yu to death, and no one saw him, so he persuaded Rong Yunxiao to leave.

"The son has something important to ask to see his father, and if the father does not see the son, the son will kneel here. Rong Yunxiao simply played tricks, and knelt on the ground after shouting at Emperor Yu's bedroom.

It was cold, and there was still snow on the ground, so Rong Yunxiao knelt outside Emperor Yu's dormitory with his waist straight. He didn't believe it, his father had always loved him, and he would be willing to let him kneel in this cold wind.

"Your Highness, get up quickly, if such a cold day freezes, Your Majesty will feel so distressed, Your Highness ......" Li Hegui said well, seeing that Rong Yunxiao was still unmoved, he was about to kneel and wait for Emperor Yu to announce his audience, and hurriedly trotted to the dormitory to report again.

Rong Yunxiao thought that his father would see him so persistent, and said that he would let him in if he had something important to see. But he didn't think that Li Hegui came out of the dormitory again, and said that his father was gone, so he asked him to hurry back to the house.

Is it because he is very ill, or is there another reason? What is going on? What is it that would make his most favored self kneel in the snow rather than let him enter the dormitory to see him?

Rong Yunxiao knelt in the snow, and a series of questions flashed through his mind. As long as he can't see his father, these questions can't be solved, but if his father really encounters some accidents, or if he can't be restrained by others, then he can't see his father even if he kneels.

In that case, there was no need to waste time again, he still had a lot of things to figure out. Rong Yunxiao quickly figured it out, and he no longer insisted on kneeling to see him.

Under Li Hegui's persuasion again, he took the opportunity to go down the steps, pretending to be extremely injured and said: "Since my father is unwilling to see my son, then my son will no longer bother my father. ”

"Your Highness is frozen, hurry back to the house, and when Your Majesty recovers and wants to see His Highness, the old slave will naturally go to the palace to invite His Highness into the palace. Li Hegui helped Rong Yunxiao up, carefully patted the fine snowflakes on his clothes for him, and said with a concerned face.

"Then there is Father-in-law Lao Li. After Rong Yunxiao finished speaking, he turned around and left, and after leaving the imperial city, he hurried back to the Dust King's Mansion.

......

"But there's news?" It was late at night, Rong Yunxiao hadn't slept yet, watching Xiao Ping come in a hurry, and asked with a sip of strong tea.

"Yes, the entourage who came to deliver the secret letter was indeed the personal attendant of Hua Shao, the envoy of Bishui Kingdom, and Hua Shao, the envoy, did not find anything unusual. Xiao Ping immediately told Rong Yunxiao the news he had inquired about.

After a slight pause, Xiao Ping continued to say: "There were black-clothed people coming and going in the Ming Palace, but the identity of the other party could not be ascertained. ”

Rong Yunxiao frowned slightly, his fingers played with the folding fan for a while, and asked, "What is the movement over there in the Xuanwang Mansion?"

"There is no abnormality in the Xuanwang Mansion, and the Xuanwang has not left the Xuanwang Mansion in the past two days. Xiao Ping replied.

Rong Yunxiao fell into contemplation when he heard this, the invitation of the envoys of the Bishui Kingdom was already very strange, plus at this juncture, the eldest emperor's brother Rong Changfeng disappeared, his father was sick in bed, and he couldn't see him when he asked to see him, and there were unknown people in the Ming Palace......

"Your Highness really wants to go to the appointment tomorrow?" Xiao Ping is always uneasy in his heart, lest His Highness will encounter danger here. Xiao Ping said with an anxious face.

"This is obviously a trap, waiting to lure me in, but now I don't know who is behind this, and what is his purpose?" Rong Yunxiao frowned and said to himself.

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