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After Pei Zhi took over the Shadow Guard and renamed it the Dragon-Slaying Guard, he laid an even tighter net in Chang'an and secretly monitored officials.

By the Feishui River, Pei Xu personally led his troops to fight Fu Xing again, but neither side could gain any benefit. King Wei was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and King Liang was lame.

If he were still young, the arrow would be nothing, but even in his forties, Pei Xu still didn't take the wound seriously. On the way back to Chang'an, he contracted a cold and suddenly fell ill.

Ximian muttered and complained, and said to the frowning Crown Prince next to him: "It's just that it's dangerous, so if you rest for half a year, it won't be a problem."

He nodded slightly: "Okay."

After Ximian left, Pei Zhi looked at the man on the bed and said calmly: "There are spies around my father."

"I kept the condition under wraps all the way, but early this morning, an official actually offered old ginseng, saying that he had heard a rumor coming from the southwest and that the King of Wei was seriously ill and could not go on the expedition for the time being."

Pei Xu frowned, "How could there be a spy in the palace? Xu Huiyi has been watched all the time. Did you neglect it on the way?"

The corners of the young man's mouth dropped imperceptibly, feeling deeply that he had been insulted, and said calmly: "Father, the problem cannot be with Dragon Slayer Guard. My son will investigate."

To the southwest, Yuzhou is southwest of Chang'an.

After a few years, Pei Zhi once again stepped into Mrs. Xu's courtyard. He sat under the window and drank tea. A few rays of cold sunlight shone on his long knuckles, making them look like cold jade carvings. The hem of his purple clothes also lit up and darkened due to the light and shadow.

"Mrs. Xu, the fourth brother is very well-behaved in the army. Everything is fine." Pei Zhi said in a calm voice, "When everything is ready in two months, I will ask for a knighthood for him. When the third brother is as old as he is, he has already It’s Marquis Boping.”

Xu Huiyi's eyelids twitched. The silent prince suddenly said so much, which made her heart tighten.

"Why are everything ready?" The woman, who had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, said with a forced smile.

"Recently, there have been rumors in the army that the fourth brother does not look like my father." Pei Zhi chuckled, "I thought it would be better to test the relationship with a bone, so that the rumors would be self-defeating."

"Bone test?" Xu Huiyi realized what the young man in front of her wanted to do, and her fingers were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the tea cup.

"It's very convenient. I have sent people to Yuzhou, the place where Zhao Xuan's bones are buried..." He paused, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "It seems to be in the southeast of Qiaocheng. I should remember it correctly."

After Pei Zhi left, the Dragon-Slaying Guard beside him asked: "Your Majesty, are you really going to dig?"

"Go to the mass graves on the outskirts of Beijing and just find a random bone."

Half a month later, Pei Zhi took the box to see Xu Huiyi. When he opened it, he found a leg bone inside.

He looked calm and pushed the box forward. Seeing the calm woman gradually collapse, he whispered: "How did you contact those people?"

The young man's eyes were cold, but his tone was gentle, "Say."

"I don't know what the prince said."

He raised his hand slightly, and the dragon-slaying guard beside him handed over another box, which contained a finger bone. He smiled and said, "I brought Zhao Xuan here in his entirety, and I will send him to meet you slowly."

"Your answer just now is good. This is your reward."

After three days of questioning, Xu Huiyi was completely devastated and couldn't figure out how Zhao Zhen could give birth to such a person.

After that, her yard was deserted for a few days, until Pei Zhi led people to surround the yard and take her into the dungeon.

"Zhao Xuan's old troops gained the support of Fu Xing, and they rebelled in Runan." The young man in purple said while standing in the dark and damp dungeon.

His Dragon-Slaying Guards found out that when Xu Huiyi was worshiping Zhao Zhen, she stuffed the note into the pastry. Every time, beggars of different shapes eagerly took it away and shared the food. In fact, they were all the same person.

Maybe it was because the Dragon-Slaying Guard actually went to Zhao Xuan's grave and swaggered around in a circle, which stunned them, or maybe because Pei Zhi released the news that King Wei was dying. In short, they were a little hasty.

Pei Shen was now in Xinxi, and the military report reached Chang'an. Others only thought that King Wei was seriously ill, and Mrs. Xu, who was behind the Fourth Young Master, wanted to take the opportunity to share some meat.

Hearing the young man's calm tone, Xu Huiyi sneered, knowing that without her conveying the exact news, those old men would definitely be in trouble.

Pei Zhi took a look at her and found that she still had the gold orchid hanging on her waist, and felt ironic for a moment.

His phoenix eyes drooped slightly and he said calmly: "Back then, you plotted against my father for the sake of Zhao Xuan's flesh and blood, yet you still missed the friendship with my mother."

Not expecting an answer, he just sighed. When he turned to leave, he heard the woman behind him say: "Pei Xu was so violent during that period that he didn't even recognize his relatives, and he killed people all the way. How could I have kept the child if I hadn't taken this trick."

"You thought wrong," the young man turned around, his face illuminated by dim candlelight, his expression dark and unclear, "You directly asked your father for protection back then, and he would never make things difficult for you."

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Pei Zhi sneered, "Before my mother died, she specifically begged him to take care of her old cronies who treated her kindly. This year, the Qian family from Yizhou led troops north and was captured, and my father did not take the life of his posthumous son."

In recent years, the Jingyi clan has been scolding the King of Wei, but Pei Xu has not heard a word.

The woman's face turned pale, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to hold the boy's sleeve, stared at him and said, "I don't believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me."

As soon as the words fell, Pei Zhi heard the woman's trembling voice: "Let me out, I have Zhao Zhen's relics to show you."

"You want to cheat twice for the same reason?"

Xu Huiyi froze for a moment, Pei Shen couldn't survive in Xinxi. She didn't want the white-haired person to give away the black-haired person, and even the person who was about to die could speak kindly.

What's more, she had no face to face her friends or her husband. The last thing she could do before she died was to return the property to its original owner.

She was silent for a long time and said, "That's all. Prince, just go find it yourself. There is a mezzanine in my dowry box."

Pei Zhi didn't speak, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not.

Late at night, under the moonlight, the young man walked into the courtyard in the corner of the palace and ordered people to bring all the dowry boxes into the courtyard. The Dragon-Slaying Guard split the heavy wooden boxes open with his sword.

The breeze blew by, and the sound of paper rustling came. Pei Zhi leaned over and picked up the letters scattered on the floor.

It is old and yellowed, but not moldy or wrinkled. It should be taken out to dry from time to time.

After sorting it out, he looked at the thick stacks of letters and suddenly heard Dragon Slayer Wei say: "Your Majesty, there is another box over there."

Pei Zhi glanced at it, and the Dragon-Slaying Guard immediately split open, revealing a scroll of painting in the mezzanine.

After taking it, he slowly unfolded it and was stunned for a moment.

"Is this the crown prince?"

After the Dragon-Slaying Guard finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. The Crown Prince's eyebrows were gentler, but his expression was much colder than that of the person in the painting.

The young man in the painting has phoenix eyes and a smile.

"This is my mother's painting." Pei Zhi was silent for a long time, wondering how Xu Huiyi could have this thing, and finally put the painting away and took it away.

Pei Zhi planned to hide the matter for the time being and give the things to his father after he recovered.

In the past few years, Pei Xu's temper has become more and more unstable. Some time ago, he was still bothering to discipline Pei Su and Pei Jing, but now he is too busy concentrating on conquests. Most of the domestic affairs are left to the eldest son to handle, which is euphemistically called training the mind.

Pei Zhi was either dealing with official duties or leading troops on expeditions all day long. As the crown prince, he had no place to hide during the twelfth lunar month every year. When reporting on official duties, he had to face his irascible and irritable father. He also had to wait until the king of Wei was too drunk to receive him. When he was a courtier, he came out to deal with the old fox in the court.

His eyelids twitched when he thought of those relics, and he felt that he shouldn't show them to his father.

Pei Zhi led his troops to Xinxi to quell the chaos, but Pei Shen was kidnapped and dragged to the top of the city.

The young man in silver-white armor chuckled. Sure enough, there are no absolutely loyal subordinates in the world. He was just seeking convenience through his identity as Fourth Young Master Pei.

After so many years, who knows whether these people are loyal to Zhao Xuan or their own selfish motives.

The long bow in his hand was as curved as the full moon, and an arrow was like a rainbow, shooting straight towards the top of the city. No blood was seen, but it passed by Pei Shen's scalp impartially and was nailed to the wooden pole behind him.

The pole shook, and the bright flag on it suddenly fell down.

Pei Zhifeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his second brother who insisted on following him to the battlefield not far away. Yun Danfengqing said to several subordinates beside him: "Do you know about Marquis Chiquan?"

The Marquis of Chiquan was granted the title of Marquis with the help of a piece of Overlord's corpse.

Those people's eyes were shining. A small role like Pei Shen was not qualified to grant them the title of marquis, but the prince's words showed his attitude.

Pei Zhi's new information is like searching for something, and it only takes two days to break the city.

One of the days was a break before the battle.

Pei Su looked at Pei Shen's situation in the rebellious army, and his face turned pale. A lieutenant came carelessly carrying a piece of fuzzy meat. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was a head.

Pei Su couldn't bear it anymore. He held on to the saddle and started vomiting until he almost vomited out all the acidic water. After that, he never went to the battlefield again because he was greedy for his elder brother's reputation in the army.

On the day he returned to Beijing, Pei Zhi had not yet taken off his armor. As soon as he stepped into the study, he heard a commotion.

When he saw the situation clearly, he said calmly: "Didn't your father rest for a while?"

Pei Xu raised his eyes and looked at his eldest son, who was so exhausted from the pain that he could not sit still. He pressed his forehead with his fingers and asked, "Where is the thing?"

On the third day after Pei Zhi went to Xinxi, Xu Huiyi committed suicide with broken porcelain pieces. Before she died, she dragged the dungeon guard and asked King Wei specifically if he had got the relics of the eldest princess.

When the prince was not there, the guard reported the matter to King Wei who was on the sick bed.

Pei Xu searched for it for a long time and only had to dig three feet into the palace.

He knew why the eldest son put the things away, and he had no intention of blaming him at the moment. He coughed a few times and said, "Just taking a look."

Pei Zhi's eyelids twitched. Of course his father could not be found. He left the things on the outskirts of Beijing where Zhuangzi was training the Dragon-Slaying Guards.

The young man was silent for a long time, and finally ordered someone to bring the things. He and his father sat opposite each other. Neither of them liked to talk, and the room was silent.

Finally, Pei Zhi said: "Father, life is like running water. Time and old friends cannot be pursued, so why are you obsessed with it?"

Perhaps due to his weakness due to illness, Pei Xu did not get angry when he mentioned the matter for the first time and scolded his eldest son for his coldness and coldness.

"According to you, what can be left behind?"

"Emperor's achievements."

The young man's voice was calm, like a deep pool of water that never makes waves.

Pei Xu stared at the pair of phoenix eyes that resembled his own, "Some things are not that important. You will know later."

Pei Zhi felt that he and his father were not in agreement, so he chuckled and said, "Never."

He was too lazy to say anything more. As soon as his father returned to Chang'an, he looked completely different from his usual self. He stood up and said, "Father, my third brother just returned to Chang'an not long ago, and he still has schoolwork to take exams for."

Pei Xu nodded and let him go. After Dragon Slayer Guard delivered the box of letters and scrolls, he stood aside silently.

The man opened the painting and his eyes seemed to be fixed, glued to the inscription on it.

Tonight evening, see this good man.

He lowered his eyelashes, and the only sounds in the huge study room were the sound of spreading letters and the sound of coughing that became increasingly violent.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the snow was melting. A long icicle hanging from the eaves suddenly fell and shattered into pieces.

The letters on the desk are scattered, like snowflakes sent from more than ten years ago, yellowed by time.

The handwriting on the paper is sometimes neat and sometimes scrawled, and one can imagine Zhao Zhen's mood and expression when he picked up the pen.

Finally, he opened the thinnest letter. There was only one page, and a few ink smudges were particularly obvious.

"Sister Huiyi, I arrived in Beijing safely half a month ago. Don't worry anymore. There is a severe epidemic this year. I see bones exposed on the road. I feel sorry for the hardships of the people. I hope that the medicine will save the people from the fire and water. It is also a great merit."

Pei Xu knew clearly that the year he got sick, Zhao Zhen sent someone to Jizhou to ask for the miracle doctor.

He turned to the back of the letter and suddenly froze.

"When I go to Jizhou, I encounter several unexpected events."

Following are a few ink balls, followed by neat handwriting after careful consideration.

It's one sentence together.

"When I went to Jizhou, I encountered several unexpected events. But when I saw Pei Lang, I felt like I was crazy."

Zhao Zhen never mentioned this matter to him, but smiled and patted his face and said: "Let my subordinates kidnap Divine Doctor Jiang back. If I take such a risk and end up dying in Jizhou, wouldn't you be a widower? How pitiful Ah, only a fool would go there in person."