Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, a figure in the study was looking at a portrait at the desk. The boy in the painting had a delicate and exquisite appearance, and when he smiled, he had two dimples of moderate size on his cheeks.

Ji Feiyue stroked the boy's cheek with her fingers, and her drooping eyelashes concealed the inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

He sighed: "Why is it you..."

Suddenly, he put his hand on the painting, rolled it up and put it aside.

"Come in."

When Shancang entered the study, he closed the door and then bowed and said, "Prime Minister."

"Get up."

"Prime Minister, I have led people to track down the prince's whereabouts before his sudden death, and found that he went to Dengquexian two days before his sudden death."

Ji Feiyue frowned slightly: "And then?"

Shancang lowered his voice and said, "The madam of Dengquexian brought the singer who sang for the prince that day. As the singer said, the person who listened to the song with the prince that day was a tall and strong foreigner with dark skin."

When Shancang said this, he reached into his bosom and took out a piece of mulberry paper.

"This is the picture I asked the artist to draw according to what the singer said."

The picture shows a man with a very good figure and dressed quite casually.

He has deep eyebrows and blue eyes as bright as sapphires, set in bronze skin.

Ji Feiyue's heart skipped a beat and he asked in shock: "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with the portrait?"

"After the painter finished the painting, I gave the portrait to the singer to look at, so I can guarantee that this portrait is at least 70% similar to the real person."

Ji Feiyue rubbed his aching forehead and raised his hand to signal Shancang to retreat.

Shancang has been following Ji Feiyue since he was a child and is Ji Feiyue's most capable and trusted subordinate. Now that he sees that Ji Feiyue's expression is not right, he also realizes that the person in the painting is extraordinary.

The door creaked shut.

Ji Feiyue opened his eyes, and there was fatigue in his eyes.

Aru, the second prince of the Nanman tribe.

Why him?

However, Ji Feiyue was still somewhat relieved that it was not that madman Xue Shenyi.

First, because of Xue Shenyi's actions and his powerful position in the court, Ji Feiyue did not want to confront him head-on unless it was absolutely necessary.

The second reason is that Xue Shenyi is the closest person to Xuanyuan Mingyuan in the deep palace, and he does not want Xuanyuan Mingyuan's sincere heart to be given to the wrong person.

Ji Feiyue pinched the cuffs of her wide sleeves: "Xue Shenyi..."

"Calling me by my name, is that the way you're asking for help?"

Xue Shenyi raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Feiyue, who was dressed in white, standing opposite him.

Ji Feiyue's eyes were calm: "Master Xue, how do you think I should ask you?"

"At least... send the gift in person?" Xue Shenyi tapped his chin with his fingertips.

Ji Feiyue stared at him with a cold expression.

Xue Shenyi clicked his tongue and said, "The Prime Minister is really boring."

His little queen is still interesting. Oh, she should be the empress dowager now.

I don’t know what Pei Yu is doing now.

After the death of the previous emperor, Xuanyuan Mingyuan succeeded to the throne, but he was still young and incompetent in handling palace affairs. Therefore, all the affairs of the palace were still handled by Xue Shenyi and Ji Feiyue.

Even because Xue Shenyi was in the palace, he had to teach Xuanyuan Mingyuan some necessary strategies when necessary.

After Xue Shenyi finished what he was supposed to do, he just wanted to take a break, but he didn't expect that he would be so busy that he would never get tired of working.

More than a month passed, and he had only met Pei Yu a few times.

Seeing Xue Shenyi's daydreaming self, Ji Feiyue could not help but tap the table twice with her knuckles, a look of silence emerging on her cold face.

Xue Shenyi coughed lightly and said, "Prime Minister Ji, I am just a small servant. I can't investigate how the second prince of the Southern Barbarians came to the capital without permission."

Ji Feiyue looked at Xue Shenyi, who had an embarrassment on his face but eyes full of mockery, and sneered repeatedly.

"Does Master Xue treat me as a fool? Outsiders do not know the relationship between you and Yang Wen, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, but I know it clearly."

Considering the close relationship between Yang Wen and Xue Shenyi, who are almost like brothers, and the speed at which Dali checks all news, how could Xue Shenyi not know?

"Since the Prime Minister already knows about it, why is he still looking for us?"

Xue Shenyi waved the fan slowly and leisurely, his eyes under the shaking fan were as cold as a poisonous snake.

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Pei Yu leaned against the chaise longue and put a lychee into his mouth.

"Why did Aunt Lan come to see me?"

Pei Yu had been well fed and clothed since he entered the palace, and after Xue Shenyi learned that he was a boy, the diet he used was conducive to his physical development.

As a result, after entering the palace for more than two months, Pei Yu's health has deteriorated rapidly, and now he is only half a head shorter than Xue Shenyi.

When Lan first entered the Qianqing Palace, she did not recognize that the striking man in front of her was Pei Yu.

After a brief greeting, Lan coughed twice and said tactfully, "Xiao Yu, your brother is not a child anymore. He is one of the top students in the private school, but he has not made any achievements..."

"Brother?" Pei Yu's eyes moved and fell on Lan: "Why don't I remember that my mother gave me a brother?"

Lan's smile froze.

Lan forced a laugh and said, "Xiao Yu is always good at joking. Isn't Bingtang your brother?"

Pei Yu smiled and said, "Oh, now that Auntie mentioned that, I remember it now. It's Brother Bingtang who wet his pants when he was eight years old."

"Pei Yu! Don't push your luck!"

Lan stood up suddenly and looked at Pei Yu with unbearable patience.

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Pei Yu clapped his hands slowly twice, and soon a black shadow appeared from nowhere, and quickly grabbed Lan's hands and put them behind his back.

Pei Yu: "Xiao Hei, throw it out."

Zhong Jian: “…”

Lan's face suddenly broke out in sweat from the pain. She looked at Pei Yu in shock: "How dare you!"

"I am the Queen Mother of Wei, why should I not dare?"

Pei Yu stood up, his gorgeous black palace dress with gold engraving made him look dignified, elegant and imposing.

Pei Yu: "Aunt Lan, the sun is very hot today. How about I find a good place for you?"

"what are you up to?"

Lan looked horrified.

Pei Yu smiled and said, "There is a huge lotus pond in the back hall of Master Xue's treasure bank. Aunt Lan can go there to cool off."

Lan didn't understand what this place was, but when she saw Pei Yu's smile and heard Xue Shenyi's name, she was keenly aware that something was wrong with this place.

"Pei Yu, how dare you! Don't forget your maid..."

The rest of the words were stuffed back into her mouth by a roll of rags, and Lan whimpered weakly.

Pei Yu gave Zhong Jian a thumbs up in a good mood.

Zhong Jian: “…”

No wonder the Empress Dowager can mingle with them.

Their temperaments and personalities are cut from the same mold.