The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lieutenant General Li smiled bitterly and said, "The people all thought that there would be a battle at Yulan Pass. Some even said that the attackers were not human, so they were all frightened and all withdrew from Yulan Pass."

Lao Yu also said, "General, it's hard to stop it. We can't stop it."

In fact, the hundreds of people in Yulan Pass were family members of the soldiers defending the city decades ago. It is only when more people stayed here that this small town became popular.

To be honest, this is not the hometown of those people.

Now that they say they want to leave, it's hard to stop them.

Moreover, they have already suffered from the disaster. If they stay here and have no food or clothes, and freeze to death or starve to death, who will be responsible?

General Qiu was very worried.

"Where else can these hundreds of people go? They can only go to Subei City."

If all the disaster victims within a hundred miles rushed to Subei City and Shuning City, who knows if there would be chaos.

Besides, I don’t know whether Miss Lu has woken up.

At this time, Lu Zhaoling was holding a golden pen and drawing talismans frantically.

This golden talisman was able to draw talismans extremely quickly and with great skill. The talismans he drew were of extremely strong power.

Lu Song also followed her to draw talismans. This time, Lu Zhaoling taught him two new talismans.

He was also drawing at the side, and at first he was trying his best to keep up with the senior sister, which would definitely be good for his progress.

The result is that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is bleak.

He hadn't finished drawing half of the talisman when he looked at the senior sister and found that she had already drawn five!

This speed is too brutal!

Lu Song was devastated by the blow.

He really misses his master——

I really want Master to come and see how Senior Sister draws talismans.

At this time, Zhou Shiyue went to the front hall.

Because Zhou Yi finally came.

Mr. Qiu was very busy, but when he heard that Young Master Zhou San had come to the Qiu Mansion and that Prince Jin was willing to meet Young Master Zhou San this time, he dared not go anywhere.

Shouldn't we watch this at home?

If anything happens...

It was a long time after Zhou Shiyue heard the news that Zhou Yi had arrived before he left the front hall.

When he came out, Zhou Yi had been left alone for a stick of incense.

Zhou Shiyue stepped over the threshold and entered the hall.

A young man sitting there immediately stood up.

He looked at Zhou Shiyue with an extremely excited and somewhat nervous expression, perfectly portraying the image of a younger generation who felt guilty but was also excited and happy to see his family.

Zhou Shiyue glanced at Zhou Yi's face indifferently.

Zhou Yi's eyes were slightly red and his lips moved, as if he didn't know how to address him.

It looks a bit pitiful like this.

Originally, he was a distinguished prince who should have grown up in the capital. He should have been respected by everyone when he went out. But now, he was wearing a plain cotton jacket, his hair was tied with only a white hairband, and there was no jade pendant around his waist. He looked very plain.

"I am Zhou Yi, a humble citizen. I am honored to meet His Majesty."

Zhou Yi took a step back and bowed to Zhou Shiyue. His voice sounded full of suppressed emotions and was a little hoarse.

The emperor who followed Zhou Shiyue in felt distressed when he saw Zhou Yi's appearance and heard his voice.

He looked at Zhou Yi and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

The emperor emeritus attached great importance to his descendants. In fact, he really hoped that they would get along well and love each other.

Therefore, under such expectations, the emperor developed the habit of "pampering his younger brother".

Zhou Yi is also his grandson.

Now seeing him like this, the emperor was thinking about the crown prince and the second prince in the capital.

It would be great if these three brothers could get along well with each other.

The emperor doesn't have many children now, and Zhou Yi has been demoted to a commoner...

But the emperor didn't dare to make any noise at this moment.

He naturally also knew that Zhou Yi might have done something wrong behind his back.

Although he felt sad, he did not dare to think that this grandson was good. It was just his wish.

However, now when the nephew sees his uncle, he can only call himself a commoner, which is really uncomfortable.

The emperor looked at Zhou Shiyue.

This naughty boy always behaves like an elder in front of his nephews and younger generations. He looks well behaved, mature and steady.

I don’t know if seeing Zhou Yi like this would touch my heart and if I would say something heartwarming to him.

For example: There is no one else here, I am your uncle, let’s just chat as if we were family.

But under the expectant gaze of the retired emperor, Zhou Shiyue leisurely sat down in the main seat, pulled the hem of his robe, flicked the negligible wrinkles on the hem, and brushed off the dust.

Gray hair!

Where is the gray?

Zhou Shiyue was deliberately ignoring Zhou Yi.

People called themselves common people, yet called him "Prince" and bowed to show their respect. As long as Zhou Shiyue didn't speak, Zhou Yi had to maintain this posture.

How could this be a good thing for Zhou Yi?

The emperor almost jumped up and down.

He wanted to float towards Zhou Shiyue, but Zhou Shiyue seemed to have guessed his thoughts and glanced at him indifferently.

The emperor suddenly stopped moving.

This brat's eyes were full of warning.

He is the boss!

But the retired emperor remembered that when he wanted to come along before, he had promised himself that he could watch from the side, but he had to stay far away and could not show up or make any noise. So he just stood there helplessly with his hands folded.

Zhou Yi was indeed still maintaining the posture of saluting.

"Zhou Yi?"

Only then did Zhou Shiyue speak slowly.

This is still a questioning tone.

It was as if he had not recognized his nephew at all. There was absolutely no such warm atmosphere as the emperor wanted for the uncle and nephew to meet.

"Yes, I am Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yi replied, his tone becoming a little calmer.

"I have been in Subei for a few days, and you came quite late." Zhou Shiyue said.

Don't you think about who ordered not to see Zhou Yi before! The emperor thought.

Zhou Yi still bent his back and replied, "I should have come to see the prince as soon as I heard the news, but I am a little timid."

"Are you timid? What kind of feelings do I have for you? You are getting timid." Zhou Shiyue still had a very cold tone.

He looked at Zhou Yi again.

Compared to the young man in my impression, Zhou Yi is now much taller and his facial features have matured. It may be due to his martial arts training. His posture is also tall and slender, and he looks like a very handsome young man.

If he put on the prince's gorgeous robes, he would look no worse than the crown prince and the second prince.

In fact, he is a little taller than the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, and looks a little more heroic than them.

"Zhou Yi is overthinking it." Zhou Yi replied.

"Please sit down." Zhou Shiyue's eyes swept across his knees before he asked him to sit down.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhou Yi then walked over and sat down.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with his actions, but who was Zhou Shiyue?

He once had a pair of broken legs.