The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Song Luan, please explain clearly."

The Emperor raised his hand to call for his personal eunuch; he just wanted to hear the whole story.

"Your Majesty, yesterday the Crown Prince captured a group of Qinghe Cult traitors. I think these thieves attacked Your Highness in order to rescue their accomplices who were imprisoned. They took the opportunity to let their accomplices go. In the meantime, they also robbed Lord Zhou's horses and the tax silver that had not yet been put into the national treasury."

"Bang!" The anger that had just been suppressed rose again, and the emperor's palm slammed heavily on the table between the couch. The sound was dull, like bells and drums striking in everyone's heart.

Song Lu'an was waiting beside the Emperor, swinging his whisk, and he tried to comfort him: "Oh, Your Majesty, even if you are angry, you can't damage the dragon's body."

"Cheng'er, the Qinghe believers are rampant. The task of catching the rebels is left to you." The Emperor gave orders to Prince Yu as usual. He then saw You Mu standing quietly on the side, and thought of the loneliness in the prince's words just now.

It is rare that after what happened six years ago, the Emperor re-employed his son.

"Mu'er, you haven't been to the court for a long time, so don't be unfamiliar with it. This time, the investigation of salt tax and verification of accounts will be left to you." The assassinations were too frequent to be fake, and this matter seemed to be aimed at the prince.

The prince has not been involved in politics for many years, so there is no need to kill him. No matter who did it, they were too impatient.

By doing this, he was actually trying to boost the prince's power to avoid an unbalanced situation and a one-sided rebellion.

"Thank you, father. I will do my best!" You Mu's face lit up with joy and he immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude.

“Also, when you go to the court, you have to control your temper and have fewer arguments with those ministers.” Thinking about You Mu's occasional mad temper, which was caused by him after all, the Emperor Chen rarely put on the airs of a father and gave him a good advice.

"Your son knows." The prince nodded in agreement.

"It's late at night. I will send people to repair this place." The emperor didn't want to stay any longer and had to deal with many matters. He was tired and stood up to leave. His bright yellow robe passed by You Mu.

"Your son respectfully bids farewell to your father." You Mu knelt on the ground and performed great formalities to see the Emperor off.

"Royal brother, please go ahead and settle down as soon as possible."

Now that Emperor Chen had left, Prince Yu naturally did not want to stay any longer. After some greetings, he walked out of the study with his attendants. Before leaving, he once again glanced at the palace servant whose half face was burned, but still found nothing.

It was not until he walked out of the East Palace that the attendant beside him, seeing that there was no one around in the middle of the night, leaned over and whispered, "Your Highness, from my perspective, he doesn't look like the son of the Lou family." He hid in a corner and looked closely, and there was not a single resemblance to him on that intact half face.

"That's right. If it was really Lou Jian, how could You Mu be so cruel... But if Lou Jian was here, he would definitely want to kill him."

With a low laugh, Prince Yu dispelled his doubts. He was just too sensitive. When he heard that a slave with burns on his face appeared next to You Mu, he became alert.

The remains of the Lou family were traceable. Under the circumstances at that time, You Mu was like a clay Buddha crossing the river. No matter how capable he was, how could he disobey the king's order and save people in the fire? How easy was that?

However, today, Father once again used You Mu...

In the study, seeing the group of people leave completely, You Mu stood up. The respect and reverence on his face completely disappeared, his eyes darkened, and he returned to his usual expression.

"Your Highness, he fainted." Jiang Ya kept an eye on Lin Zhu's condition. Seeing him shivering in the cold wind, he felt something was wrong. However, Emperor Chen and Prince Yu were both there at the time, so he didn't want to make it public.

By now, the blood on his back had coagulated and stuck together, and the other person had already fainted.

Facing Jiang Ya's worried gaze, You Mu sighed, stood up and went over to touch the other's forehead, which was oozing with cold sweat. It was extremely hot, probably because the cold wind had caused a high fever.

Bending down and picking up the person, the prince ordered Jiang Ya to strengthen the defense of the East Palace.

Since we have used the attack to eliminate some of the spies in the Eastern Palace, there is no need to be too harsh.

"Yes." Jiang Ya left first, dismissed the palace servants who were cleaning up the mess outside, and dispersed the crowd.

In the second half of the night, the cold wind blew quite fiercely.

The whistling sound seemed to penetrate into Lin Zhu, or... Lou Jian's dream, through the fur coat.

Unlike the freezing cold wind, his nightmare, which had been repeated over the years, was filled with fire and heat.

Bright flames and red lights occupied all his vision, smoke and flames filled the air, and the screams of his pregnant elder sister and the cries for help from the family and servants were so sharp that they caused tinnitus in his ears.

The young man was too weak to push open the locked door. Lou Jian could only hold his head and cry, while dodging the red-hot charcoal that fell from the beams.

His cheek was burned by sparks and he screamed in pain. He held his burned face and kept running away, shouting desperately, wanting his prince brother to come and save him.

When he turned around, he saw the person he was thinking about, holding a sword and facing him with his back.

He stood in the flames, trembling as he walked forward and grabbed the other person's clothes, his face covered with tears, hoping that the other person would bend down and comfort him.

But when he looked up, the man's eyes were dim, and his pupils without any light were filled with an inexplicable coldness, which frightened Lou Jian so much that he fell to the ground.

His hands were wet. He raised his hands and saw blood. Facing the red firelight, it was even more glaring...

He looked sideways over the bloody sword in the other person's hand and saw his father lying on the side with his head bent, looking at him with his eyes tilted, dying with his eyes open.

'father!'

Screams, grief, confusion, resentment...

Everything was engulfed in fire. The stinging pain from the flames continued to torture Lou Jian. He kept shaking. In his dreams, his soul was burned by fire again and again.

With a sigh, he fell into a dream accompanied by coolness. The burning fire seemed to have weakened, and Lou Jian felt better. His tortured consciousness retreated into darkness in a trembling state.

Dip your fingers into the ointment and apply it little by little to the red and swollen skin around the wound.

You Mu sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the trembling of the flesh under his hands, and slowed down his movements.

"Your Highness, did you hit him too hard?" Jiang Ya could see clearly that his Highness was very distressed, but he still kept a fierce attitude and beat him hard...

"If I don't act ruthlessly, there will be people who will do so." But others may not care about Lou Jian's life or death.

He put away the ointment, bandaged Lou Jian's wound, and wiped away the tears from the corners of the eyes of the person lying on the bed with his fingers.

"It is a good character to be willing to break but not bend, but there is no place for such a strong character in Kyoto. Even if he wants to come back and seek revenge, he will have to suppress his temper and temper... I can't protect him like I did before..."

He stretched out his hand to touch the frowning brows, his fingertips hovering there, thinking of the other person's hateful look, but in the end he couldn't let go.

Putting away the unnecessary emotions in his eyes, You Mu stood up and left.

"Ask Qingzan to look after him."

"Yes."

The sky was about to brighten, and Lou Jian woke up in a dazzling candlelight. It was still dark, and the sky was still gloomy. The strong wind stopped, and the outside world was unusually desolate.

Lou Jian turned her head and saw a maid in green dress mending something in front of the flickering candlelight.

The charcoal in the fire beside the bed was burning brightly, not only warming Lou Jian's body, but also making the small medicine jars on top of it bubble up and produce some hot white steam.

As if she heard the movement behind her, the woman in green skirt put down her needlework and turned around, a little surprised that the other party woke up so early. Then she smiled at him, put a cloth towel on her hand, took out the medicine pot on the stove, poured out the boiling medicine and let it cool.

"Since you're awake, you can drink a dose of medicine first. But you need to calm down a bit, as it's still very hot." After doing this, the woman in green skirt continued with her work.

"What are you holding in your hand..." After observing for a while, Lou Jian felt a sense of familiarity in the cloth in the other person's hand and asked.

"Well, your clothes are torn. I'll sew them for you with needle and thread." The woman in green skirt stood up with the gray coat in her hand and was about to walk towards Lou Jian's bed.

"...Wait a minute, don't come over here." The place where I am now, let's call it my room, but why did a girl suddenly appear...

Lou Jian was a little confused, but years of being single made him subconsciously reject the approach of strangers, so he propped himself up and leaned towards the inside of the bed.

"Oh, okay, don't panic. I just saw that you were injured, so I came over to take care of you." The woman in green dress was a little helpless, but fortunately she didn't make things difficult for Lou Jian. She stood still as she was told and didn't come any closer.

After calming down a little, Lou Jian slowed down his breathing and asked, "What's wrong with me..." He looked around.

"This is your room, you are sick."

Turning his head to the woman in the green dress, Lou Jian asked again: "Who are you?"

"I'm Qingzan, a palace maid in the East Palace. Your back is still injured, so try not to lean against the wall." Qingzan replied.

"I don't need you to look after me. Thank you for the medicine you prepared. Can you please go out first?" Lou Jian was still leaning against the wall.

It was not appropriate for a girl to stay in his room so late at night.

"But you..."

"Please leave here."

Seeing that the other party insisted, Qingzan had no choice but to put down the coat in his hand and walk out.

She just wanted to help His Highness look after this person so that she wouldn't be idle all the time, but she was kicked out in the end.

It was still cold outside, Qingzan wrapped her sleeves tightly and walked towards her residence to avoid the cold air.

"Kicked out?"

Turning the corner, Qingzan met Jiang Ya who was on guard. She raised her eyes, pursed her lips and nodded.

"Silly girl, no one would just stay in the room and watch over someone, go to sleep."

"Then will Your Highness think that I am useless?"

Jiang Ya laughed, rubbed the girl's head, and replied: "No, Your Highness likes Qing Zan very much."

"That's good. I'm going back, Brother Jiang." After getting the definite answer, Qingzan became visibly happy and flew away like a green bird.

Watching Qingzan leave, Jiang Ya suppressed the smile on his lips. Thinking of the past, he felt sad.

When Qing Zan's elder sister, Zi Chai, the personal maid of His Highness, died, Qing Zan was still a child. This somewhat foolish sister has always been in Zi Chai's mind. When she was dying, she even begged His Highness to take care of her.

Over the years, Qingzan has grown up little by little after taking the nourishing medicine, and his mental state is almost the same as that of a normal person.

However, Qingzan’s current appearance will never be seen again by the missing Zichai.

After sending Qingzan away, Lou Jian calmed himself down, threw back the quilt, stood up and walked to the window.

The injury on my back was still painful, but after applying some medicine, the coolness suppressed the burning pain and it was still bearable.

It was still quiet outside the window, and the dead branches in the distance were covered with snow and seemed to be crumbling.

The sky at the four corners is so cramped that it makes people feel suffocated.

Suddenly, a silent light flashed in the sky, and then exploded into four parts. Lou Jian held the window frame with his hand and carefully identified it as Feng Sanniang's signal firework.

This shape should indicate that they are safe.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Lou Jian thought carefully, and only when she was sure that she had not made a mistake did she feel relieved. Perhaps they took advantage of the Qinghe Sect's rescue and escaped.

This way, he can feel at ease.