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Chapter 124 Aunt Xue, back home (please subscribe)

Jiantan Ancient Courtyard is located in the south of Jiantan of Taihao Sword Sect. It is the most luxurious and solemn place among the many garden attics of Taihao Sword Sect.

Jiantan Ancient Courtyard is the closest to Taihao Sword Sect. Monks who practice swordsmanship can feel the various sword energy artistic conceptions in Jiantan here, and practice with half the effort.

The Taihao Sword Sect spent an unknown amount of financial, material, and manpower, transporting many heavenly materials and earthly treasures to cultivate this sword pool to its current state.

The Jiantan Ancient Courtyard is the closest to Jiantan, so it is extremely luxurious.

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

Ordinary disciples are not qualified to approach the sword pool, so they can only watch from a distance.

Entering the Jiantan Ancient Courtyard, you pass through the pear stone arches and enjoy the scenery with each step. The scenery in the courtyard is decorated with many flowers, plants and trees, and the carvings are elegant and gorgeous.

There are rugged rockeries here, clear flowing water there, colorful flowers here, and ancient pines standing vigorously there.

"Your Majesty, this Jiantan Ancient Courtyard is the best courtyard in our sect. If Your Majesty wants to stay in the sect for a few more days, he should stay here."

Ning Liang followed Cheng Guang, leading the way for Cheng Guang. At the same time, he also smiled and said to Cheng Guang: "Qianxue also lives in this Jiantan Ancient Courtyard. She rarely has contact with the outside world and has a bad temper. She doesn’t look like a girl from a noble family in Kyoto. If the prince sees her later, I hope you’ll forgive me if I’m rude in any way.”

With a smile on his face, Cheng Guang shook his head when he heard this and said softly: "It's okay."

Cheng Guang said, admiring the beautiful scenery of Jiantan Ancient Courtyard along the way.

In this ancient courtyard, except for Cheng Guang and his party, there were basically no other people. Most of the people who passed by occasionally were maids and attendants.

They often keep their eyes straight, lower their heads and walk quickly, and do not dare to look around.

Walking through several stone arches carved with exquisite and delicate patterns, we finally came to a building.

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

It can be said to be the core area of ​​the entire Jiantan Ancient Courtyard.

"Your Majesty, please come in."

Ning Liang pushed the door of the bamboo hut and invited Cheng Guang in.

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

There were no extra decorations in the room. There were several purple and green swords placed on the wooden shelves on the surrounding walls, and several tea sets were placed on the sandalwood table.

The owner of this hut seems to know that guests are coming today and has already made tea.

I just don’t know whether the other party made it himself or ordered his servants to make it.

Cheng Guang's eyes fell on the teapot.

The freshly brewed tea evaporates into white mist from the mouth of the teapot.

In this bamboo hut, under the shining of the evening sun, it adds an extra touch of beauty.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Ning Liang smiled and asked Cheng Guang to sit down, and then said: "If the prince is leaving after welcoming the bride today, he still needs to follow the etiquette. But now the prince is going to stay in the sect for a while, so this kind of etiquette is not necessary. ”

"I'll let her come out to meet the Crown Prince."

With that said, Ning Liang walked quickly towards the back room.

obviously.

The woman in Ning Liang's heart is the person she is marrying Cheng Guang himself this time, the contemporary goddess of the Taihao Sword Sect, Ning Qianxue.

Cheng Guang smiled and nodded without saying anything more.

"Your Majesty, this Taihao Sword Sect has a good foundation. I have met many people along the way. At such a young age, their cultivation level has already reached the fifth or sixth level."

"If Taihao Sword Sect is not a hidden sect and recruits disciples for the Zhou Dynasty, I am afraid that the gates of Taihao Sword Sect will be broken through."

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

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

Qingluan was right, Taihao Sword Sect indeed had a good foundation. If it recruits disciples to the entire dynasty, it would definitely be a big event that would cause a sensation in the world.

but.

Taihao Sword Sect did not do this.

Strictly speaking, Taihao Sword Sect is not a sect, but rather a family clan connected by family blood.

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

Because of this, 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 noise in the inner room.

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

The woman in the white dress has a pure temperament, a graceful figure, muscles as white as snow, a waist as thick as a bunch of silk, teeth like braided shells, and a slightly quirky look between her eyebrows.

As soon as he walked into the house, he subconsciously laid his eyes on Cheng Guang.

Meili 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.

"Your Majesty, this is my daughter Ning Qianxue."

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

After saying that, Ning Liang cast his eyes on Ning Qianxue again and said, "This is the Crown Prince Zhenguo."

After Ning Liang introduced him, he smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Qianxue, you two young people get along well, so I won't be in the way. If the Crown Prince wants to leave later, just let someone tell me, and I will see you off well." Prince."

After Ning Liang finished speaking, he left the room with the people accompanying him.

Qingluan hesitated for a moment, then followed Ning Liang and left the bamboo hut.

But soon, Ning Qianxue and Cheng Guang were the only two people left in the room.

Ning Qianxue looked at Cheng Guang quietly with her hands behind her back.

Suddenly, her red lips pursed slightly, her eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and her clear eyes were filled with hope.

"My mother-in-law really didn't lie to me. Your Majesty, you are really pretty."

Ning Qianxue's tone of voice and demeanor.

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

Nor did he show any arrogance or contempt for Cheng Guang because of his respect for his position.

Moreover, Ning Qianxue seems to be a familiar person, and there is not much embarrassment or awkwardness in getting along with her.

However, there is something wrong with focusing on your own appearance.

Could it be that Ning Qianxue is still a face-controller?

Cheng Guang couldn't laugh or cry.

"You're not bad either."

Cheng Guang replied politely, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, looking away from Ning Qianxue and looking out the window.

Ning Qianxue tilted her head and looked at Cheng Guang. She suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Cheng Guang, "By the way, isn't the Crown Prince coming to take me back to the Duke's Mansion to get married today?"

"Why did you listen to my father and say you won't leave?"

Cheng Guang shook his head.

"Something has delayed me, so I have to wait for a while."

Cheng Guang didn't explain much.

Ning Qianxue said "Oh" as if she understood, and then because she couldn't find the topic, she became quiet and sat next to Cheng Guang, holding her chin and looking around boredly.

After a while, Ning Qianxue asked: "Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, I heard from my mother-in-law that after we get married, I will be a member of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion. Will I not be able to return to the Sword Sect in the future?"

"No, I can come back."

Ning Qianxue nodded slightly, held her chin up, and looked at Cheng Guang from side to side, "Your Majesty, is there anything interesting to see outside the window?"

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

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

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

At this time, Cheng Guang has become a topic terminator, which makes Ning Qianxue want to talk, but there is no way to open the topic smoothly with Cheng Guang.

He frowned in confusion.

He seems to be a young chatterbox who has not yet fully matured.

A mature chatterbox doesn't need anyone else to answer at all. He can talk to himself for several hours without getting tired.

Cheng Guang stared in the direction of Kyoto, waiting for any movement from Kyoto, and did not pay much attention to Ning Qianxue.

Ning Qianxue sat aside and struggled for a long time. After realizing that she didn't know what to talk about with the prince, she sat cross-legged and started practicing.

Cheng Guang noticed Ning Qianxue's movement next to him and looked away from the window. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Ning Qianxue already starting to practice.

The aura of Ning Qianxue.

It’s almost the eighth level now.

Kendo and martial arts are similar in nature and are branches of martial arts, so the realms and names are the same.

In other words, Ning Qianxue is now a strong person in the rebirth realm.

How old is Ning Qianxue?
Not as old as me, right?

Even a few years younger than me, he is already a strong man in the rebirth realm?

Ordinary spiritual monks don't practice as fast as Ning Qianxue, right? ?
Cheng Guang was suddenly shocked. Ning Qianxue quietly exposed her hand in front of Cheng Guang without even knowing it.

Cheng Guang looked at Ning Qianxue and pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that the reason why Ning Qianxue was able to achieve such a high level of cultivation was that there was nothing else to do in daily life except cultivation.

He has always lived in this ancient courtyard.

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

It can be said that Ning Qianxue doesn't have a single friend.

It is not easy to talk to people in daily life.

Maybe it was because of this that she wanted to talk to him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Guang suddenly felt that he was a little inappropriate in treating Ning Qianxue so coldly just now.

In addition, Cheng Guang also noticed that Ning Qianxue did not seem to understand the true meaning of marriage.

The senior officials of Taihao Sword Sect asked her to marry him, so she agreed without even thinking about it.

I don't worry about whether I am a good person.

I don't worry about how she will be affected after getting married.

Instead, he cares about whether he is handsome.

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

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

After watching Ning Qianxue practice for a while, Cheng Guang looked away from Ning Qianxue.

If someone works so hard, it’s not surprising that his cultivation level is high.

How can I be so salty like myself?

Cheng Guang cursed in his heart and looked out the window again.

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

He had no intention of telling Cheng Zhihai in advance that nothing happened to him.

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

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell whether Cheng Zhihai is faking it just by looking at it.

There was no way he could hide it from the Emperor of Zhou.

Secondly, as long as Cheng Zhihai gets the news and comes to investigate near Tianmen Mountain, he will naturally find out that nothing happened to him at all.

And Cheng Guang had no intention of hiding.

The main point was to bet that the Emperor of Zhou believed what Zhao Jin said and didn't need to bother to hide it at all.

Cheng Guang thought of this and rubbed his chin. In fact, having said that, he was now in the Taihao Sword Sect. Except for the Emperor Zhou who came in person, no one else had the strength to enter the Taihao Sword Sect.

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

As for the people of Taihao Sword Sect, they never leave the mountain gate, so it is unlikely that their whereabouts will be leaked.

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

Hidden, but not much.

Like hiding.

…………

Big week in Kyoto.

In the backyard of the palace, the exquisite attic palace is covered with golden glazed tiles, sparkling in the sunset.

The emperor's palace was surrounded by magnificent gardens, planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, which were fragrant all year round and filled with fragrance.

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

The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was sitting in the garden pavilion, with a usually majestic and cold face. When he looked at the woman in the pavilion, his face softened slightly, and there was a bit of softness under his eyes.

The woman in the pavilion wears a fluttering skirt and gauze, tightly wrapped in silk and satin, showing an exquisite and alluring figure.

The tube top blue butterfly coat covers her fair skin, the crystal clear inverted earrings hang down, and the black hair scattered around her shoulders is held up with a blood-red platycodon flower hairpin.

Wu Ling sat in the pavilion, her breath was like orchid, as if she was running some kind of spiritual practice, and the vitality of heaven and earth lingered around her.

There is a special rhythm between every breath and every breath.

Between Wu Ling's brows, a ray of primordial spirit flickered slowly. If you looked carefully, you could clearly see the appearance of a villain in the ray of primordial spirit.

The little man was quite delicate in appearance, dressed in rich clothes, and had a stunning appearance. He had the same appearance as Wu Ling, with a hint of agility between his brows and eyes.

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

"Father, I have achieved another breakthrough."

"Seventh level of the spiritual path, due to the virtual realm, the feeling is indeed different from other realms."

As Wu Ling spoke, he stretched out his hand and slightly touched the white jade fingertips. A golden light flowed out from the fingertips. As soon as the golden light appeared, the vitality of heaven and earth was drawn.

There was a lot of noise.

The flowers in the garden swayed endlessly, their petals falling off and fluttering in the wind.

Emperor Zhou nodded slightly, his majestic and cold face couldn't help but show satisfaction, and at the same time, there was some surprise deep in his eyes.

How long did it take Wu Ling to practice from the beginning to now?
But more than a few months.

This has brought spiritual cultivation to the seventh level of Yinxu realm.

Perhaps not long after, Wu Ling can be promoted to the eighth level Great World Realm.

If you work harder, you might be able to break through to heaven before you turn thirty.

Becoming the youngest celestial being in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When Emperor Zhou thought of this, his breathing became a little heavier, but his appearance remained very calm.

"Wu Ling, you've done a good job. Your cultivation level has risen faster than I did back then."

"After a while, you can go and stay in the blood pool for a while."

"It would be good if the blood concentration can be increased a little."

When Wu Ling heard the words of Emperor Zhou, his pretty face suddenly turned bitter, and he said helplessly: "Father, I have entered the blood pool many times in the past few days. It is almost equivalent to soaking in this blood pool every day. , I really don’t need to enter the blood pool anymore.”

"Let the others be."

After hearing what Wu Ling said, Emperor Zhou frowned slightly and couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart.

Other members of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, many princes and princesses dreamed of entering the blood pool, but they were even disliked by Wu Ling.

If others hear this, let others think.

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

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

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

In just a few breaths, they fell in front of Emperor Zhou and Wu Ling.

The rainbow light fell to the ground, and Zhao Jin's figure was revealed.

Panting, Zhao Jin fell in front of the Emperor of Zhou and immediately bowed respectfully to the Emperor of Zhou.

"His Majesty."

After saying this, Zhao Jin saluted Wu Ling again.

"His Royal Highness."

Emperor Zhou waved his hand, indicating that Zhao Jin did not need to be polite, then looked at Zhao Jin and asked: "How is it?"

Zhao Jin knew what Emperor Zhou was asking, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes fell on Wu Ling beside him, hesitating slightly.

Emperor Zhou smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Zhao Jin took a breath, and then nodded slightly towards Emperor Zhou, "Your Majesty, the prince has solved the problem."

When Emperor Zhou heard what Zhao Jin said, he frowned first, then relaxed, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Are you sure there are no consequences?"

Emperor Zhou asked again.

Zhao Jin felt a little embarrassed. He didn't leave any trouble, but he left a lot of trouble.

Although Zhao Jin was thinking about endless content in his mind, his face was respectful and showed few other emotions.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

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

"Well done. From now on, Zhao Jin, just pretend that nothing happened. If you do something wrong and leave any trouble, don't blame me for being merciless."

Zhao Jin's body tensed up, but when he listened to the Emperor Zhou's slightly smiling words, his heart never felt relaxed at all, but instead felt heavy.

On his forehead, large beads of sweat could not help but secrete, falling down his face.

Although Zhao Jin was under a lot of pressure, his expression remained respectful and he quickly responded.

Emperor Zhou glanced at Zhao Jin and knew how much pressure Zhao Jin was under, so he didn't think much about it and waved his hand to let Zhao Jin leave.

Zhao Jin quickly responded, and after saluting again, he disappeared in a flash, as if fleeing.

After Zhao Jin disappeared.

Wu Ling, who was sitting in the pavilion, seemed to have just come to his senses at this moment, and looked at his father with bright eyes.

"Father, what did you mean by what you told Zhao Jin just now that the crown prince has been resolved?"

The Emperor of Zhou picked up the herbal tea on the ancient table, took a sip of it in a leisurely manner, looked at Wu Ling, and said in a calm tone:
"It's literally."

"If anyone gets in the way, get rid of them."

"Wu Ling, you have to remember that emperors are not allowed to have personal relationships. The interests of the dynasty and the royal family are paramount. As long as you can do these two things, you don't have to worry about anything else."

When Wu Ling heard what Emperor Zhou said, his handsome brows furrowed, as if he still couldn't believe it.

The red lips pursed slightly, and then asked again.

"Father, the prince you are talking about cannot be...can't be the prince of Zhenguo..."

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

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

Although the two did not spend much time together, Cheng Guang, the prince of Zhenguo, left a deep impression on Wu Ling.

For a moment, he had thought about marrying Wu Ling to the prince of Zhenguo.

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

For the sake of the descendants of the Duke of Zhenguo, they will no longer be drawn from the royal bloodline and become people who cannot practice cultivation. They no longer want to marry and be tied to the royal family.

Thinking of this, the Emperor of Zhou couldn't help but sigh. If Duke Zhen Guo and Cheng Zhihai could agree at that time to let Wu Ling marry Cheng Guang, the eldest son of Duke Zhen Guo, what would happen now.

The Zhenguo Palace lost its inheritance.

He can also feel completely at ease.

In the future, when Wu Ling becomes the empress, Cheng Guang, the eldest son of Zhenguo, and his descendants can still live peacefully in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Now it looks like this.

Everything is the fault of the Zhenguo Government itself.

Emperor Zhou glanced at Wu Ling for a few times, but 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 my throne of Great Zhou in the future."

After the Emperor Zhou had finished speaking, he stood up and left slowly.But Wu Ling was stagnant in place, looking at his majestic and cold father, and thinking of the noble young master sitting in the pavilion when he was most helpless.

do not know why.

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

The vision in front of me became blurry at some point.

"How could it be possible? Why would my father do this?"

It's getting dark.

A seventh-grade cultivation level didn't seem to be able to bring much warmth to Wu Ling.

In this pavilion, she curled up helplessly, her bright eyes blank.

Recalling the scenes with Cheng Guang.

Wu Ling only felt a little pain in his heart.

"Wu Ling, have you ever practiced cultivation?"

"Wu Ling, are you willing to compete with me?"

"Wu Ling, your strength is too weak. I'm afraid I will hurt you if I use my full strength."

"Wu Ling, let me teach you a brand new game. This is backgammon. Five consecutive pieces in a row..."

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

The last image that appeared in Wu Ling's mind was that of Cheng Guang, wearing the attire of a lantern holder during the royal ceremony that day, tall and straight, majestic and full of energy.

Maybe Cheng Guang is her only friend.

Perhaps Cheng Guang is the first person who can play with her.

Perhaps Cheng Guang was the first person to show kindness to her.

Regardless of the reason, Wu Ling just felt like crying at this time.

Why did his father let Zhao Jin kill the crown prince?

why?

I also want to play with the prince after my cultivation is improved and my father allows me to leave the palace.

I'm also worried that the prince will not talk to me anymore after he gets married and has a wife.

But why...

Will the prince be treated like this by his father?

Wu Ling couldn't figure it out and there was nothing she could do. At this moment, she felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world again.

He once again returned to the dark days when he was outside the palace, fighting for food with a group of beggars.

Wu Ling stayed in the pavilion for the whole night.

There was an obvious darkness around the bright eyes.

When the sky is getting brighter.

The figure of the Emperor of Zhou suddenly appeared next to Wu Ling. He looked at Wu Ling with a sense of powerlessness and anger.

In his opinion, Wu Ling was already a prince and would be the emperor of the entire Zhou Dynasty in the future.

How could you be so emotional?

This has not yet happened or had too much contact with Cheng Guang, the prince.

If only there were more contacts.

Is this time worth it?

Emperor Zhou, who wanted to reprimand Wu Ling, thought that his relationship with Wu Ling was not very good to begin with, but it had finally eased a bit recently, and now something like this happened again.

If he scolded Wu Ling again, he might not know how Wu Ling would treat him later.

After the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was silent for a moment, he said: "Okay, let's go practice. Next, the Duke's Mansion... Maybe the whole Great Zhou Dynasty will not be too peaceful. I don't have time to practice with you. You can go to the blood pool by yourself if you have nothing to do." go."

After Emperor Zhou finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.

After the Emperor of Zhou disappeared.

Not far from Wu Ling, several palace maids with anxious expressions walked over slowly. They didn't know what was happening at this time, so they could only cautiously probe:

"Your Highness, do you want to take a shower and change clothes now?"

When the palace maid finished speaking, Wu Ling did not react.

After a while.

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

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

"I won't take a bath anymore, I'm going to practice."

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

Wu Ling left quickly.

The figure quickly disappeared.

The maids who stayed there looked at each other in confusion, a little confused.

"Didn't His Highness hate practice the most and didn't want to go to the blood pool?"

"Why did you go there on your own initiative today?"

"Could it be that you were forced by His Majesty?"

Several palace maids whispered for a few words, and then did not dare to discuss too much. They quickly lowered their heads and left following Wu Ling's footsteps.

…………

In Kyoto, these two days have not been very peaceful.

The Crown Prince of Zhenguo went to Taihao Sword Sect to welcome his bride, but did not return for two days.

Originally, being absent for two days was nothing.

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

But I don't know where it came from, vague news came out, saying that the prince of Zhenguo was assassinated by a strong man and had lost his life.

As soon as this news came out, it instantly caused waves in Kyoto.

But soon, he was suppressed by someone with intentions.

Even so, there are still similar news and speculations circulating secretly throughout Kyoto.

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

"Everyone, do you know who assassinated the prince Zhenguo?"

When the storyteller mentioned this, the audience in the audience became interested, opened their eyes slightly, and kept asking who it was.

The storyteller smiled, took a sip of tea, and slowly said:

"It is said that someone saw it at the time."

"It seems that someone from Dayuan stepped on a flying eagle and rushed onto the prince's ship. It seemed that he was still a heavenly being. He just waved his palm. In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale, the wind and clouds changed, and the prince Zhenguo was beaten to death. Got the powder!"

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

After saying this, everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"He's actually from Dayuan?"

"Hiss, speaking of it, it is really possible. Who in the Great Zhou Dynasty is so powerful that he can assassinate the crown prince? Only people from other dynasties."

"The prince's death was really tragic. I'm afraid there is no chance of resistance."

There was a lot of discussion.

Some people also put forward different views.

"At present, the prince's body has not been found. Maybe the prince has some means of saving his life and he is not dead at all?"

But someone quickly refuted it.

"The Crown Prince has been beaten into powder, how can we find out!? Besides, there is no movement at the Zhenguo Palace at the moment, and there is no news that the Crown Prince is fine. I think something might really have happened!"

"Alas, how pitiful, the majestic prince of Zhenguo, a person that we and I will never be able to touch in our lifetime, was actually assassinated. Noble people also have difficulties."

"Hey, you're a poor scholar. You usually drink wine and drink on credit, but you still pity someone like the Crown Prince. You really eat carrots and don't worry too much."

The face of the scholar in question rose slightly. He stretched out his hand to cover his green robe and coat patch, and kept talking: "How can scholars say credit? I wanted to exchange my literary talents for a night of love, but they were unwilling, so I said Write them a better poem next time.”

No one paid attention to the scholar's quibbles.

The air was filled with joy.

Soon, the news of the birth of Duke Zhenguo's eldest son was forgotten by everyone.

No one cares anymore.

This is just what ordinary people talk about after dinner.

And in the audience, among the audience.

Several ladies who passed by came in to drink tea chatting and laughing, intending to listen to a book. When they heard what the storyteller on the stage said, they suddenly faltered in their steps.

"Then what is the storyteller talking about? What prince was assassinated?"

Wu Yuemei originally made an appointment with some of her friends from her boudoir today to hang out, but after she came out, she found that some of her friends looked strange.

No matter what you ask them.

Instead, they comforted themselves overtly and covertly, not to be anxious and to relax.

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

This made Wu Yuemei even more puzzled.

I just feel that my friends are hiding something from me.

But she couldn't ask more questions, so she stopped thinking about it.

When passing by a tea house, I saw the bustle here, so I planned to come up and book a private room to drink tea and listen to readings.

but.

Wu Yuemei did not expect that she had just arrived at the teahouse and heard the storyteller talking about the prince being assassinated.

Wu Yuemei's footsteps stopped, and her whole body was stunned for an instant as if she had been struck by lightning.

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

"Yue Xin, Xuan Yao, do you know anything? Is the prince mentioned by the storyteller my son?"

Wu Yuemei clenched her hands together tightly, her fingers turning slightly white.

Several noble ladies looked even more embarrassed when Wu Yuemei asked this question, and they didn't know how to answer.

Along the way, they had tried to avoid places with a lot of chatter. This time they passed by the teahouse accidentally, thinking that nothing was going on, but unexpectedly, they happened to happen upon the storyteller mentioning the crown prince's affairs.

This made them feel helpless at the same time.

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

But right now, dealing with the storyteller is the next best thing.

How should they deal with Wu Yuemei now?

A group of high-ranking ladies in Kyoto were suddenly unable to speak again.

Aunt Xue, who was following Wu Yuemei, couldn't stand it any longer, and quickly pulled Wu Yuemei's sleeves, "Madam, let's go back, these people are probably talking nonsense..."

Wu Yuemei threw Aunt Xue's arm away.

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

Wu Yuemei couldn't bear to see Aunt Xue falling to the ground. Although she was called a slave, she was still a sister. Wu Yuemei stepped forward without hesitation and helped Aunt Xue up.

But his face quickly turned cold.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"Then what does the storyteller mean?"

"Is the prince he calls my family Guang'er?"

Wu Yuemei finished speaking.

Several noble ladies opened their red lips slightly and looked at each other with gorgeous faces. They all wanted to get each other to speak, but no one was willing to take the initiative.

Wu Yuemei took a deep breath, "Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll ask myself."

As Wu Yuemei said this, she rushed to the stage with her clothes in hand and grabbed the storyteller off.

At this moment, Wu Yuemei's previous image of a delicate and savage princess was revealed.

All the ladies could not react in time.

However, Aunt Xue quickly grabbed Wu Yuemei and begged: "Madam, let's go back. I didn't think I was hiding anything from you."

"It's just that right now, there is no news about the Crown Prince. These storytellers are all talking nonsense. If His Majesty hadn't opposed the Literary Prison, these people would have been chopped off countless times for daring to talk about the Crown Prince. How could they dare to talk like this? .”

Wu Yuemei sluggishly sluggishly turned her head slowly, her beautiful eyes trembling as she stared at Aunt Xue.

She had already understood what Aunt Xue said.

Aunt Xue has already acquiesced.

The prince in the storyteller's mouth is his own Guang'er.

According to that person, Guang'er has...

Assassinated and passed away? ?
When Wu Yuemei thought of this, she felt that the world was spinning, and her legs and feet seemed a little unsteady.

"lady."

Aunt Xue stepped forward quickly.

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

Before they could wait for Wu Yuemei to speak, they comforted:
"Yue Mei, I think it should be fine. There are so many guards around the Crown Prince. How could an outsider assassinate the Crown Prince like that?"

"Yes, the Crown Prince is very capable. Those things I missed about the Crown Prince some time ago were all done by the Crown Prince."

"We don't need to worry. It's not confirmed yet. The prince's body has not been found yet. Maybe he will be fine now."

Wu Yuemei shook her head and took a deep breath. She did not show any grief, but was extremely calm.

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

Wu Yuemei glanced at the ladies, and no longer wanted to continue shopping. She walked towards the street in the distance and returned home.

"Aunt Xue, go home."

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly to the ladies, and quickly followed Wu Yuemei's footsteps towards the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.

along the way.

Aunt Xue has been observing her wife's condition.

There is no news about the prince at the moment.

Although it is still possible, he is still alive.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

It is very likely that the crown prince has encountered something unexpected.

At present, the head of the family has been given a reason by His Majesty and is strictly prohibited from leaving Kyoto. He cannot go out to find out whether something has happened to the Crown Prince, nor can he find out who the murderer of the Crown Prince is.

Everyone was shrouded in a fog.

The head of the family doesn't know why His Majesty did this, but he can only obey the order.

At the same time, he did not want Wu Yuemei to know this information.

Tell yourself to pay more attention.

It turned out that just one day later, he didn't hide it.

Aunt Xue sighed. When she learned the news, she also felt uncomfortable and sad.

But she also knew that her wife would definitely be a hundred times, ten thousand times more miserable than herself.

Aunt Xue originally thought that Wu Yuemei would burst into tears at this time and burst into tears.

But she didn't expect that Wu Yuemei didn't show excessive sadness, except for the exhaustion that could not be hidden in his eyes.

There is not much discoloration compared to normal times.

This is abnormal.

Aunt Xue knew that this was not the state of her wife to face such a thing.

Could it be that the madam knows that nothing has happened to the prince yet, so she is not sad at all?

Aunt Xue was thinking in her mind.

The two of them were silent all the way back to the Zhenguo Palace.

Waiting to enter the courtyard.

Wu Yuemei was sitting at the table. Aunt Xue quickly made tea for Wu Yuemei and brought a cup of tea filled with fragrance to Wu Yuemei.

"Madam, come and have some tea."

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

Aunt Xue was stunned again when she heard this.

Wu Yuemei rarely called Cheng Zhihai this way, and even if she did occasionally, she was not as calm as she is now.

Aunt Xue's heart tightened and she quickly said: "The head of the family is still in charge of the lamp department at this time. He is not allowed to leave the capital, so he ordered Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang to lead people to find the prince."

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

Aunt Xue hurriedly stepped forward and gently pressed her forehead with her eyebrows.

After a moment of silence.

Wu Yuemei suddenly asked.

"Aunt Xue, tell me, did Guang'er really go?"

"My Guang'er, is it real? It's gone."

Wu Yuemei's tone was still calm, without much disturbance.

But Aunt Xue's heart trembled when she heard it.

"Madam, of course, the prince is lucky and nothing will happen to him. If he is not back now, maybe there are some things that have delayed him."

Wu Yuemei nodded slightly, "I think so."

"Guang'er, this kid, loves to play. If something interesting happens to him, he will be delayed for a while and not come back. It's normal."

"It's just that he is going to welcome his bride this time, so he shouldn't be fooling around. When he comes back, I will teach him a lesson."

Wu Yuemei said, putting a hand on her forehead and lowering her eyes.

The tone is getting weaker and weaker.

Aunt Xue, who was gently pressing Wu Yuemei's forehead, suddenly noticed that her fingertips felt wet and cool.

She looked down.

It's discovery.

The corners of Wu Yuemei's eyes suddenly sparkled with crystal tears, which fell onto her fingers.

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

Wu Yuemei seemed to have noticed something. She quickly wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Hey, Aunt Xue, why did I cry? 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 prepare all the details of the wedding. I'm very busy during this period."

talking and talking.

Wu Yuemei's mood was a bit unbearable.

"I'm so busy..."

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

Aunt Xue looked moved.

She wanted to say something, saying that the prince would be fine, but she couldn't bear to deceive the madam anymore.

This can be...

How is it good.

The prince is fine, why did something happen?
Who is it that would assassinate the crown prince?

Aunt Xue couldn't understand.

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(End of this chapter)