Hengshan faction

The twilight was getting thicker, and the clouds in the sky were dyed with a dull ink, thick and rich, and the lamps in the courtyards shed a dim light, and the heavy rain was hidden in a corner, and the scroll was clutched tightly in his hand, and the seal was still tightly cling.

It is definitely false to say that Shen Yu is not a little curious about the content of the scroll, and guess that Li Zifeng's life experience must involve something. But this is a private matter for his master, and as a shadow guard, he understands that his duty is only to act according to orders, and the reasons for it cannot be asked. Thinking of this, he dodged and went straight to the study of Yuntian Pavilion.

Li Zifeng sat in front of the bookcase, put the pen in his hand on the pen stand, closed the last official document, closed his eyes, and rubbed his slightly sore eye sockets and temples.

At this time, a slight gust of wind blew around him, Li Zifeng suddenly opened his eyes, saw a faint figure stop behind the screen, and then sighed lightly, "Say it!"

Shen Yu agreed, appeared and walked to Li Zifeng and knelt on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands and said, "Eldest son." ”

Li Zifeng's eyes burned, he looked at Shen Yu, and then coughed lightly, calming down his mood as much as possible, and when he caught a glimpse of the scroll in Shen Yu's hand, he suddenly became nervous, and his forehead was instantly covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.

If his life experience was revealed, would Shen Yu still listen to his orders respectfully like now? Li Zifeng smiled bitterly in his heart, since Shen Yu was staring at Li Quan, and he came back so soon to recover his life, should he ...... Already know?

After thinking for a moment, he quickly regained his composure, "Tell me, what is that scroll?"

In Li Zifeng's calm voice, there was a trace of imperceptible trembling.

Shen Yu didn't notice these details, and calmly handed the scroll in his hand to Li Zifeng, "Eldest prince, my subordinates saw Li Quan sneaking out of Hongyuan Villa that day, so they followed. After the bazaar, Li Quan entered a teahouse. ”

"Teahouse?" Li Zifeng frowned, and read the word lightly, for some reason, this noun made him feel a subtle feeling, casually picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of cold tea, "Continue." ”

The subordinates found a secluded corner and waited, and when Li Quan went in for a short time, the door of the teahouse was closed, and he didn't know what was strange inside, and his subordinates were afraid of startling the grass and snakes, so they didn't dare to come close. After about half a burnt incense, Li Quan came out with this scroll in his hand. ”

Shen Yu gestured to the scroll in Li Zifeng's hand, Li Zifeng looked at the scroll carefully, and did not open it in front of Shen Yu, the person who wrote was obviously quite skilled, using precious heavy paper, but the pen power was deep through the back of the paper, and a little ink oozed from it, and it was not clear what the words were.

Shen Yu glanced at Li Zifeng more and continued, "After that, his subordinates directly stopped that Li Quan, at first the guy refused to admit it, insisting that the scroll was an inconsequential thing, which made him suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, so he honestly confessed, saying that this thing was given to him by an old friend of his, saying that it said that your life experience was written on it. ”

When it came to the word life experience, Li Zifeng's eyes changed suddenly, and he disappeared indifferently from his face, and his face was even a little ugly.

"The eldest prince ......" Shen Yushao saw Li Zifeng showing such a look, and was a little worried, just as he wanted to ask something, he was forced by Li Zifeng to reach out and signal to stop.

Li Zifeng stood up and pressed the scroll directly into the charcoal basin. Shen Yu was taken aback, the snow-white paper was instantly engulfed by the charcoal basin fire, charred and curled, slowly burned into broken pieces, and a wisp of black smoke slowly rose.

Shen Yu tentatively asked, "Grand Prince, you... Why don't you take a look?"

Li Zifeng's expression was cold, "Don't look at it." ”

Shen Yu swallowed his saliva, surprised that Li Zifeng was not curious about his life experience at all.

Li Zifeng sensed his thoughts and said coldly, "There's nothing to know." Since it is already in the past, there is no need to explore it further, I am already very satisfied with my filial service by Master's side, so why force myself to recall those unpleasant pasts again?"

Li Zifeng hid his slightly trembling fingers in the placket of his clothes, and his voice tried to remain calm.

Shen Yu nodded, since Li Zifeng did this, it was inconvenient for him to say anything more.

"Heavy rain. Li Zifeng suddenly stopped him again, "You take a short rest, and then continue to Hongyuan Villa, closely monitor their movements, and collude with the Lingye Palace......

Li Zifeng didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but Shen Yu also sensed the crisis from his eyes. Li Zifeng's door was suddenly knocked on, and both of them were startled, and Li Zifeng glanced out of the door.

"Who?"

"It's me!" Ouyang Ze's somewhat angry voice came from outside the door, Li Zifeng hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door, looking at Ouyang Ze with a smile, "Master?"

The rules of the Hengshan faction are strict, and when the master closes the door in the study to deal with affairs, even if the head of the house arrives in person, he must knock on the door in advance.

Ouyang Ze crossed Li Zifeng, strode in, and walked around the house casually, "Shen Yu is also there." ”

Shen Yu hurriedly saluted, and Ouyang Ze signaled that he didn't have to care. Li Zifeng lowered his head slightly when he heard this, and in front of Shen Yu, it was not good to hide anything from his master.

"The disciple ordered Shen Yu to go to Hongyuan Villa to monitor before, but he saw that the people from the Lingye Palace gave orders to Li Quan, saying that they wanted to thoroughly investigate the disciple's background. ”

Ouyang Ze didn't speak, but his furrowed eyebrows expressed his doubts at this time. Two days ago, Shen Tianxiong's guy came to visit the Hengshan faction, and he also asked Li Zifeng's life experience, why is Hongyuan Villa also interested in this?

Ouyang Ze seemed to be beginning to suspect the real reason why Li Zifeng fell off the cliff back then, it was obviously unusual for so many people to suddenly be interested in this.

Shen Yu followed Li Quan all the way and found that Li Quan had a scroll, saying that it was written about the life history of his disciple. Speaking of this, Li Zifeng glanced at Fang Cai's charcoal brazier with some weakness, the scroll had been burned to the point that only a very small fragment remained, lying on a scorched ground.

"Where is that scroll now?" Ouyang Ze raised his eyebrows, "Suddenly got a scroll?"

Li Zifeng kept silent and looked at Shen Yu with his eyes, Shen Yu took a step forward and arched his hand, "Master, his subordinates poked out of his mouth and said that he was told by an old friend, and the rest is unknown, as for the scroll...... The eldest prince just threw it in the charcoal basin and burned it, saying that he would be at ease by your side, and as for the rest, he didn't want to. ”

Hearing the last sentence, Ouyang's face softened a lot, and he glanced at Li Zifeng, who was hanging his head, "As a teacher, I didn't come here on a temporary basis today, Qingsongtang received a tip, saying that there was a trace of the prince in Yeyang City. ”

Yeyang City

Yeyang City is surrounded by mountains and water, special Yeyang white tea, plus a wide variety of herbs, complete kinds, visitors from all over the world often come here to buy tea and herbs, the flow of people is surging, lively and extraordinary, a prosperous scene. At this time, the blue sky and white clouds, the sunshine is just right.

"Your Highness, be careful......

In the crowd, a boy of eighteen or seventeen years old walked happily, and the attendants behind him were really hard to follow. But before the squire could finish his words, the boy waved his hand to stop him.

The young man has a remarkable temperament, although the ice blue clothes on his body are slightly plain, but the fabric is a precious satin produced in the south of the Yangtze River. Pedestrians were in a hurry on the street, and few people noticed the two masters and servants who were in front of each other, just glanced at them, and then lowered their heads to do their own thing.

The attendants were quite aggrieved in their hearts, and the prince insisted on recruiting relatives in a martial arts competition, even if he wanted to come here in advance to "investigate"! If his whereabouts were found by someone with a heart, it would be unfavorable to the prince, how could he protect the lord with his own strength? Originally, before going out, he persuaded the prince to bring more guards and followers, and no matter how bad it was, he ordered the secret guards to follow, but the prince refused all of them, because the reason was too conspicuous and would hinder him from exploring the venue.

Obviously, such a trivial matter can be solved as long as he sends his subordinates, but the prince has to do it himself, and the original idea of the prince wanting to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives is not allowed by the saint......

Seeing that the prince had bent into an alley again, the attendant hurriedly followed. He was now holding his heart to his throat all the time, for fear that something would suddenly happen.

"I'm a little tired from walking, so let's find a teahouse to rest and have tea. The prince turned his head and ordered, "It's not a way for me to wander around like this, I heard that among the people, most of those interesting stories can be heard from the mouth of the storyteller." ”

The attendant nodded, and the prince finally settled down. The two found a nearby teahouse that looked pretty good, called 'Anyun Teahouse'. I ordered tea and snacks and sat down. In the corner sat a storyteller in some old clothes, holding a folding fan, with a pair of hands and hands, staring intently out the window, not knowing what to think.

"Two guest officers, tea and snacks are here! The shopkeeper served the refreshments and quickly left to continue his work.

The attendant respectfully poured tea into the Wenhua teacup in front of Zhu Luoyun, Zhu Luoyun picked up the cup and took a sip, his face was a little unpleasant.

The attendant Xindao Prince is pampered in the palace, and it is estimated that he is not used to the food of ordinary people outside. The prince put down his teacup and looked intently at the storyteller, when he suddenly got up and walked over.

"Too ...... Childe!" The attendant hurriedly changed his words, and was thrown over by Zhu Luoyun with a look, so he had to sit in his seat, and the prince sat down in front of the storyteller. Without the slightest intention of coming back, the attendant had no choice but to follow.

The people in the teahouse gradually increased, and the storyteller coughed vigorously and cleared his throat. Zhu Luoyun's eyes became brighter and brighter, and among the storytellers who were subdued and frustrated, there seemed to be a grand chivalrous river and lake, which spread out in front of his eyes.

At this time, in front of an inconspicuous tea table, a man in a dark blue coarse cloth shirt sits, and became the only spectator in the teahouse who was not attracted by the storyteller. His gaze was completely fixed on Zhu Luoyun, who was already addicted to it.

I have sent someone to report the news, I originally just heard the eyeliner and said that I saw the traces of the suspected prince coming to Yeyang City, so I thought about it and made people investigate, but I didn't expect to really find the lonely prince, and the one who brought it, if there is no secret guard lying dormant in the dark, this guard is useless at all.

Time flies, and before I know it, the storyteller has finished the performance, and the people around him are scattered, and the money is being paid, and after a while, the bag in the storyteller's hand is bulging a lot.

Zhu Luoyun sat directly in front of Mr. Storyteller, closest to him, full of brilliance. He also wanted to ask the details of Fang Cai's story, but the storyteller stared straight at him. The figure was shocked, and he looked away two inches, and the other party sighed lightly, packed up his fan and prepared to leave the teahouse.