The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Lou Jian pushed the small table back, moved closer to sit down, and poked the child's soft face with her hand.

"No way. I'm just teaching her how to recognize people."

Shushu, who was eating, was disturbed by the fingers. She frowned and shrank into the prince's arms, forcing down a mouthful of sweet and crispy pastry, and condemned it heavily.

"……bad!"

"Lou Jian, put your claws away." The prince lowered his arm after looking at the letter, put down the secret letter secretly sent by Qinghe Sect, raised his hand to stroke the child's face, and coaxed Shushu who was whimpering like a little pig.

Lou Jian withdrew her hand and looked at the prince speaking softly, but the target was not her. She said with a sour tone: "Brother is so fierce. He used to coax me."

"How old are you now?" You Mu raised his eyelids, not bothering to pay attention to someone who was competing with a child.

Lou Jian didn't care about age, he just knew that he wanted to win the exclusive love. Covering the eyes of the child in his arms with one hand, hooking the back of the prince's neck with the other hand, Lou Jian turned his head to ask for a kiss.

"But no matter how long it takes, Ajian is still my brother's Ajian..."

Holding the child, You Mu couldn't break free, so he gave in reluctantly.

The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, making crackling sounds. The pastries were roasted with a sweet smell, which made Shushu drool.

Naturally, she didn't understand in her little head why there was an extra hand in front of her, nor could she figure out what the two adults beside her were doing. She just kept sniffing, and was so greedy that she pulled her father's clothes for food.

You Mu signaled the other party to stop. Fortunately, Lou Jian also knew that the child was there, so she didn't do anything more. After a brief intercourse, she backed away while Shu Shu looked up in confusion.

Suddenly there was light, Shushu blinked her eyes, and just as she was about to look up at her father, her uncle pressed her head and turned it around, and then put a small piece of date cake to her mouth.

Her mind was distracted, and Shushu didn't care about her uncle poking her cheek just now, and started eating the pastries.

Above, the prince coughed lightly, touched the corner of his lips with his knuckles to suppress the slightly bright color, and continued to pick up the unfinished letters.

The child was carefree, only aware of the soft sweet cake and the fragrant milk, eating heartily. Then he became sleepy, and his little head moved in You Mu's arms, and finally fell asleep.

After writing his reply, You Mu put down his pen, took out the fox fur from the couch, wrapped the child up, and gave him to Lou Jian, asking him to take him to Tangliyuan.

"Are we leaving tomorrow?" Lou Jian took the child and held him firmly in his arms. Although he never asked directly about the prince's plan, the other party never avoided him and he could always know something from his words.

Knowing that he would not abandon her, Lou Jian was not panicked at all. If she was to leave Kyoto, he would naturally follow her.

"Well, come with me tonight to go somewhere."

You Mu pulled out a page of letter paper from several envelopes from different sources, looked at the handwriting on it that he imitated to be familiar enough, and smiled faintly.

But his eyes were dim, and they were filled with undisguised calculations.

The lights were on, and the most prosperous area of ​​Kyoto included the residences of most of the court officials. The houses and tall buildings were staggered and lined up one after another. The bright yellow candles reflected the light from the windows, revealing the shadowy figures walking around.

Looking from the highest floor, Fuque Tower, everything below was too clear, with lights and human shadows interweaving. It was not yet curfew time on the main street, and there were many people bustling about.

The golden characters on the plaque at the main entrance of Prince Yu's Mansion, which is across the street from Fuque Tower, sparkle brightly in the light.

A small window was opened at a high place, and the tip of the arrow was not clear in the night and was hidden in the darkness.

"This time, don't let the arrow in your hand bend again." The prince held the bow in his sleeves. He hid in the room, sipping cold tea, waiting for the carriage returning from the palace to appear.

"Don't worry, brother. This distance is enough." When shooting arrows from a high place, the field of vision is clear enough.

Lou Jian stood by the window, keeping his bow and arrow in motion, his body straight, staring at the street scene below through the mask, not daring to slack off.

The hawking sounds continued on the main street, and passers-by stopped from time to time to sell small items. Following the ever-changing flow of people, a carriage drove slowly from a distance and finally stopped at the main gate of the palace.

The servant brought a stool for Prince Yu to stand on. The attendant came closer and helped Prince Yu out of the carriage.

After greeting Princess Xiao, Prince Yu left the palace in a good mood. Although he knew that the prince had regained the opportunity to investigate the salt tax, he would definitely leave Kyoto, so this was a rare opportunity.

If they want to assassinate someone, it is most convenient if the person dies and there is no evidence.

While planning how to carry out the assassination, Prince Yu had no scruples and dismounted as usual.

But tonight, something unexpected happened.

The attendant who had been with him for many years was looking up and reaching out his hand respectfully. But in the next second, an arrow passed by his ear, causing a sharp pain, and pierced directly into the attendant's forehead.

The servant's exclamation attracted the attention of more people on the street. The death of a person in the street was shocking enough for the common people.

The streets were in chaos. The originally bustling alley quickly became deserted after the commotion. And, Prince Yu, with a trembling hand, brushed the blood on the tip of his ear and reached out to take the letter tied to the arrow.

The bloodstained hand unfolded it, and when he touched the contents on it, Prince Yu's pupils suddenly contracted and his breathing was choked for a moment.

"Your Highness, you are injured. Your Highness, this...can you tell His Majesty?" Upon hearing the inquiry, the palace steward brought the guards and surrounded Prince Yu, fearing that there were more sharp arrows everywhere.

"Can't say! Can't..." Prince Yu suddenly crumpled the letter and held it in his palm, then grabbed the steward and spoke in a hurried tone.

"Your Highness?" The steward was obviously shocked by Prince Yu's condition and couldn't help but exclaim.

Prince Yu tried hard to suppress his panic, loosened his clenched hands, pushed the steward aside, and forced himself to calm down: "Nothing... How can I trouble you, father, with these matters? They are just... some rebels from the Qinghe Sect..."

He stepped over the body of the attendant, turned around and walked into the palace without saying anything more.

"...This, Your Majesty...?" The assassination should have been investigated, but Prince Yu's unusual reaction this time made the steward notice that something was wrong.

Unable to send out guards to search everywhere, the steward looked at the dead attendant, whose eyes were still wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

Sighing inwardly, the steward waved his hand and ordered the guards to deal with the dead body.

The Qinghe Sect had indeed been rampant in Kyoto for some time, so the incident on the long street did not attract much attention from the court. Moreover, as a key figure in the investigation of the Qinghe Sect members, it was not surprising that Prince Yu was attacked.

Therefore, when the officials close to Prince Yu heard the news, they only showed some concern and sent some gifts to calm him down.

Prince Yu was weighed down with many things, but he still had to appear calm and accept the kindness of his subordinate officials, which exhausted him mentally and physically.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he ordered his men to prepare a carriage, and then he went out through a side door and galloped all the way to the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion.

--------Teach children to do bad things--------

One day, Lou Jian took advantage of the prince being busy with official duties and called Shushu aside while she was playing snowballs.

Lou Jian: Shushu, good girl, do you know what to call me?

Shushu: Uncle?

Lou Jian: Wrong, it’s Daddy.

Shushu: ... Dad? I have a dad!

Lou Jian: Wrong again, you should call me mother and I am father, remember? You are the child of me and the crown prince, do you know?

Shushu: ...0. 0?