The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"My grandmother's black-bone chickens ate the intestinal cleansing grass by mistake, and the pearl soup was almost a laxative."

The palace was covered in dust and the rain was getting heavier outside. Wei Yu's cold brows showed a hint of fatigue.

"The emperor has pity on you and has not severely punished the Shen family. You...don't bring me up again, it will only make the emperor angry."

Wei Yu embraced his distraught mother, "My brother said that it will snow tomorrow. You and father have been worried for so long, and now you finally have something to look forward to."

"When the snow comes, everything will be fine."

The Shen family was robbed by vicious bandits, the Empress was frightened and fell ill, the emperor was furious, and Wei Yu fined the salary of those who were involved in the arrest and suppression of the bandits for three years, confined them to the Eastern Palace for reflection, and handed over all their positions and powers. Shen Zheng was demoted back to the tent in the western suburbs, and because of the poor security of the Duke's Mansion, he was stripped of his position as a fourth-rank general.

Between morning and evening, the three-foot-high platform collapsed.

Thunder and lightning flashed, huge flashes tore through the darkness, and the rain fell steadily. The hills and mountains suddenly became as bright as day. The heavy thunderstorm lasted all day, and the thatched cottages beside the mausoleum were illuminated by the light, and then dimmed. The mountain mud flowed in curves from the foot of the mountain. A wooden board was inserted diagonally at a high place, with four crooked words written on it as a warning - the road ahead is blocked.

At the same time, a touch of red silk floated across the capital city which was being pelted with rain. After the so-called bandit raid, most of the nobles in the capital stayed indoors. The wedding banquet at the Quyang Marquis' Mansion was already hastily held, and now, many invited guests had not arrived, and the number of guests was dwindling, making it look even more shabby.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruyi did not care. The house was filled with wedding silks and wedding candles were flickering. Chu Yingxue smiled and sent the newlyweds into the backyard, acting like the hostess.

The relatives of the Chu family who attended the banquet alone found this ridiculous. The eldest son of the marquisate was getting married without parents, relatives or the six ceremonies, and instead had a concubine who was not related at all to the family to be present in the wedding hall to arrange the wedding.

The Chu family must be crazy.

A discerning person saw this and immediately wrote a letter to Chu Huai as soon as he returned home.

The dragon and phoenix wedding candles were flickering, and people were in high spirits when they were celebrating. Chu Yunyu, wearing a bright red wedding gown, with a handsome face and a smile on his lips, walked into the bridal chamber. The bride's red veil was as new as ever, and her wedding dress wrapped her slender figure, which made people feel excited.

Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and his head became dizzy in an instant, and he fell to the ground. In a blur, another red shadow walked out from behind the screen...

"boom!"

The winter thunder shook.

A man wearing a straw raincoat and riding a horse quickly came through the rain, flashed a faint light, passed the warning wooden bar, and stopped in front of the thatched cottage.

"Xu..."

Chu Yunyi tightened the reins and dismounted. The candlelight in the house was bright. He knocked on the door and walked in. The cold rain fell behind the door along with his raincoat.

There were two people in the house, a young man in grey shirt and a young man in black clothes. They had extraordinary looks and dignified appearances. Their auras were sharp but restrained. Their waists and lower bodies were solid and firm. It was strange and incongruous for these masters to live in a solitary house in the mountains.

Chu Yunyi clasped his fists and bowed, "Thank you both for taking me in. I will stay here for one night and will leave tomorrow."

The young man in black sat at the table, his long legs bent casually, a piece of candy in his cheek, and said with a puffy mouth, "The mistress is looking for you."

Chu Yunyi was puzzled. He was in such a hurry to return this time that he had not even informed his parents, let alone other ladies.

"May I ask who your master is?"

"Second brother, long time no see."

...

The curtains swayed, the candlelight floated, and Chu Yunyu was half asleep and half awake, feeling uncomfortable and weak all over, and his waist and hips were hurt from being hit. He licked his lips unconsciously, causing a rough laugh.

"Look at him, he's having a good time."

"Miss, please take it easy, this is Shangjing City..."

"What are you afraid of? We've already gotten married, so whatever we do is considered boudoir fun. How dare he go out and tell others about it?"

The woman stood with her back to the palace lantern, smiling. Chu Yunyi saw the jade hairpin on her temples, which shone with a faint warm glow under the soft light.

Chu Yunyi stood there in a daze.

Seeing the people who came to me day and night, the joy I had imagined did not appear. Instead, the cold moonlight in the lonely house in the mountains brought a chill from the bottom of my heart.

"Zhao Zhao...why are you here?"

Chu Yizhao walked over with a smile, holding a long square box in his arms, "After my second brother sent me the letter, I have been looking for you day and night. I know that my second brother passed by here today, so I came here to wait for you."

The man's face was pale. He was exhausted from days of fatigue and illness. His hair, wet from the rain, stuck to his cheeks and he felt a little cold.

He vaguely guessed something, but didn't dare to think further...

Chu Yizhao waved away the two Lu brothers, who tacitly climbed onto the beam, squatted on the left and right of the beam and covered their ears, signaling to Chu Yizhao that they would not eavesdrop.

"... "

Fine.

Chu Yizhao turned to look at the stiff Chu Yunyi and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, second brother. I came here to verify something with you."

Chu Yunyi was obviously relieved, and his tone returned to its usual gentle and doting tone, "If you have anything to say, just wait for me to come back home. It's been raining for a long time, so why bother making a trip?"

"It's an emergency, so I have no choice."

The corners of Chu Yizhao's mouth drooped slightly, and his hands tightened on the brocade box. After two breaths, he slowly opened the long box and took out a scroll of painting from it.

The yellow candle burned high, the adobe of the thatched hut was worn and blackened, and a sudden storm had caused a few pieces of dirt to fall from the reed roof.

"Second brother... do you still remember Zhao Zhuo?"

With a trembling wrist, Chu Yizhao lifted a scroll of a painting of autumn chrysanthemums shining in the sun to his chest. The long scroll fell like a waterfall and spread on the ground, with excess paper wrinkles all over it.

There was rain mud on the ground, which stained and stained the exquisite and delicate brushstrokes, and the ink spread out and became a blur.

The smile on Chu Yunyi's face suddenly froze, and he felt like thunder was striking his face, and his ears were buzzing.

"Zhao Zhuo..."

Chu Yunyi was extremely nervous. The dark shadows of the two people on the beam were cast on the cracked yellow earth wall. He did not dare to look up.

Amid the noise, Chu Yizhao's voice was like a cold spring in winter.

"My second brother is quite famous in the capital for his talent, especially for his painting of chrysanthemums. His paintings are vivid and lifelike."

"I met a man in Shangjing City named Zhao Zhuo. He loved calligraphy and painting since he was young. When he was young, he used charcoal pencils to draw on the stone surface. It would take him a whole day to draw. Later, he was spotted by a wealthy businessman and brought to the capital. He met a young man with power and status, and became a painting substitute."

"Yes and no."

She asked Chu Yunyi.

Chu Yunyi suppressed his trembling fingertips, breathing heavily, and after a long while he managed to utter a word, "Yes..."

Chu Yizhao threw away the scroll in his hand and continued, "Zhao Zhuo is not only good at painting, he is also good at calligraphy, combining the achievements of hundreds of schools, and is good at imitating ancient works. He uses imitations of famous paintings and ancient monuments to make money for his master."

"He is also good at anthropomorphic handwriting..."

After a pause, a laugh escaped from Chu Yizhao's lips. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Second brother, it was your idea to take the blame for me, right?"

"You know what I'm talking about, because... you're back too, aren't you?"

The black clouds collided and thunder suddenly exploded.

Chu Yizhao stared at Chu Yunyi's incredulous expression, put away his smile, and looked calm.

The misty white lightning flashed by, and the dark pupils looked extremely eerie in the blue-gray lightning. Chu Yunyi's heart shrank sharply, and he took a step back, waving his hands mechanically, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word...

"Zhao Zhuo was originally your aide. Before Ji Yu died, Chu Huai asked Qi Men for help. Who knew Ji Yu died so quickly? You introduced Zhao Zhuo to Chu Huai and put all the blame on me."

“Yes and no…”