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Yan Linsu didn't know how long he had been in a coma. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a human voice next to his ear, but the faint human voice seemed to hit his brain. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help it. Let out a scream.

"Yanhou, you're awake." A cold young voice sounded in his ears. Yan Linsu opened his eyes, but there was darkness in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that this person was Su Muhua.

"What about Ruozhi?" Yan Linsu said a few words but exhausted all his strength, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

He felt that although he was breathing, he couldn't see, couldn't move, like a dead body, he didn't even have the strength to speak or breathe.

"Xie Ruozhi is dead, the funeral is in your name."

"why?"

Su Muhua said: "Yan Hou has a cold poison and has been in a coma for three months. Now in Shaoshi Mountain, the Master of Misery used golden needles to cross your acupoints for you to wake up. Your injury..."

Su Muhua looked at the person lying on the bed and couldn't bear it, so he couldn't speak for a while.

I have seen him in high spirits, wearing white clothes and holding a sword - life is better than death.

"Why did you let Ruozhi replace me, what happened... what happened... the explosives..."

Every word is so difficult.

Yan Linsu figured it out as soon as he thought about it, the people who could set up such a murderous situation in the palace were naturally not those people from Yanwu Hall.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind. It is the Palace of the King of Hades who wants to put them to death?

But why did you ask him to feign death and go to Shaolin?

Su Muhua shook his head and said: "I don't know the specific situation. That day, Emperor Cheng confronted the rebels for half a day. Later, King Yan brought Tiqi to stabilize the political situation. The Zhaoyang Palace was completely burned, and many traces were lost. There is no trace of how the trap was set. As for why you wanted you to feign death, your father did not say clearly. Xie Ruo died of cold poison, his face was covered in ice and snow, and no one could see it after changing his clothes. Oh, listen to father Said it was the idea of ​​Master Huadao."

"What happened to Huadao?"

"I heard that the injury was not serious, but it's not like you guys facing the Xuantian ice formation directly."

Yan Linsu was tired after saying a few words, he closed his eyes and said, "How about the people in the Inspectorate?"

Su Muhua said: "Don't worry, Marquis Yan, I have already sent them away from the capital. My father also asked me to tell you that the capital is dangerous, but there are him and Mr. Zhao Fu. He said that if you can wake up, he will give you this book."

Yan Linsu moved his fingers lightly, and took the book. Even though he used to be a master of martial arts, he couldn't even do such a simple movement right now.

He couldn't read the words on the book clearly, he could only touch a few pages, it was just a broken book.

Su Muhua said: "Scholar Xie brought this book with him. Maybe he just found something and went to the palace to look for you. Unfortunately, most of it has been burned."

Yan Linsu was tired after saying a few words, and he realized that there was someone else beside him. "Who is this?"

A deep and mellow voice sounded: "Amitabha, congratulations to the benefactor for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the old monk is in sorrow."

Yan Linsu raised his eyes to look at him, even though he could only see a blur of light at the moment, "Thank you, Master Miku."

The young man's body has been destroyed by the cold poison, his skin is covered with hoarfrost, and his appearance is somewhat terrifying.

Master Miku said: "The benefactor's body is poisoned by cold, and the cold poison penetrates into the meridians. If the benefactor breaks the meridians, he can slowly practice the marrow washing sutra in this Shaolin. Even if he can no longer use martial arts, he can live for a long time."

"Severe meridians?"

"Yes, but if this is the case, the benefactor will not be able to do well in this life."

Yan Linsu seemed to want to laugh, but his voice was soft but clear, "What if not?"

He said sadly: "If not, I will use golden needles to dredge the meridian for the benefactor every day, and then cooperate with the marrow washing sutra, it will take about five years. The benefactor can move freely like ordinary people, and even occasionally fight with others. It's just that the daily benefactor The pain of the needle is worse than life, and the cold poison will always be with the donor. Every time the cold poison attacks, it is extremely dangerous. How long you can live depends on the fate of the donor. Now that the donor has woken up, think about it, tomorrow at the latest Will heal the donor."

Yan Linsu spoke softly: "Master Misery, I, brother Yan Linsu, died tragically for me. The murderer has not yet been found, and my wish is hard. Bar."

Master Misery put his palms together and said, "Amitabha."

In the meditation room, Su Muhua took off Yan Linsu's shirt, and carried him into the tub in obscene trousers.

Master Miku put his palm on Yan Linsu's vest, feeling like touching a piece of ice.

"Benefactor, keep your dantian, and the pain of the world will always pass."

Yan Linsu nodded to express his gratitude.

As soon as the needles were applied, Yan Linsu's lips turned white, and veins protruded from the back of his hands tightly clutching the barrel. His cold back was finally wet with sweat. The sweat brought the cold poison out of his body, and soon the surface of the water A layer of ice formed.

Su Muhua rolled up his sleeves, scooped out the ice, and added hot water.

Yan Linsu felt that there was a slight flow of true energy in the dantian, which felt like a little fresh green spit out from the dead field.

One month later, Yan Linsu was able to move around the temple slowly in a wheelchair, and sometimes stood up and walked a few steps.

His Su Ying sword was broken in Zhaoyang Palace, when Xie Ruozhi pushed him away, he tried to deal with the gunpowder with his sword.

The all-conquering Su Ying sword was actually broken from it at that time.

Yan Linsu thought repeatedly about the moment the sword broke, he was sure that it was not a natural break, it was a murder against him - this sword once fell into the hands of the young prince in Jiangzhou, and later when he arrived in the capital, it was broken again. Pay it back.

That day the late emperor detained King Cheng, he also exchanged swords with the young prince before entering the palace alone.

is it him?

He can already see, but his head still hurts after looking at it for a long time.

At this moment, he was sitting in the courtyard looking at the book. The fragmented book that Xie Ruozhi got in his hand turned out to be a daily life note, which recorded the life of the former emperor. The book was broken, only some broken chapters.

Yan Linsu flipped through the pages slowly, vaguely seeing that it was the first emperor's reign, the year when the internal assistant Yuan Qingnian died.

The wind blows the branches, Yan Linsu slowly pushes the wheelchair, looking at the tender yellow wildflowers emerging from the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, the cold poison in his body does not feel the warmth and coldness, he is always afraid of the cold, and before he knows it, the flowers are blooming in the warmth of spring .

He asked Su Muhua to return to the capital, and Bai Yufu was in Zhaoyi Tower—oh, no, it was renamed Chunfeng Deyi Jinbao Tower two years ago—the news had already been released.

When the wind blows and the sky ends, I don't know what kind of waves will arise in this world?

On Xuanyuan Mountain thousands of miles away, the early peach blossoms are already in full bloom.

The owner of the mountain, Shu Huaijin, stood under the tree, stroking a pigeon in his hand.

"Master," Qin Zhizhi walked over along the mountain road, "what's the matter, you look like someone owes you 300 taels of silver."

Shu Huaijin's face darkened, "It's already three strokes in the sun, why don't you go practice sword?"

Qin Jue gave him a puzzled look and said, "I start practicing at the time of day every day."

"Go down the mountain for my teacher. From today on, every day when your cock crows, you have to practice the Duanli Sword to the sixth level within a year, and then roll down the mountain for me."

Qin Jue decided to watch Shu Huaijin hurried down the mountain, wondering what kind of gunpowder the old man had eaten early in the morning, and then remembered that Xuanyuan Mountain Master broke the rule for many years and went down the mountain.

Five years later, the seventh year of Yongjing, this is also the seventh year of Emperor Cheng's reign.

The river and sea feast, the world is peaceful.

The winter rain continued for a day, gradually infiltrating water vapor everywhere, the heavy palace walls were moistened into a dark blue color in the rain, and even the sound of bells and drums in the twilight was full of water.

At dusk, a man wearing a long sword and a four-pink military officer's uniform held a sixteen-bone oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and walked along the palace road to the Jinshui Bridge of white marble.This person is Qin Jueyi, the head of the Central Procuratorate of the Daning Dynasty. He is Shu Huaijin's closed disciple of Xuanyuan Mountain. He has only been in charge of the Procuratorate for three years, and a Duanli sword has already terrified the gangsters who dare to use martial arts.

In the past three years, he solved the murder case of Shaolin Wuxiang robbery finger, murdered and dismembered corpses, chased Xiao Xiaosheng with a mad knife for thousands of miles, and sentenced the king of Yan to robbing the people's daughter regardless of the royal family's face, and exiled the former Tiqi leader and current prince to northern Xinjiang.

Although Qin Jueyi is young, he is extremely smart and vicious. He can often solve some major cases that others cannot and arrest some villains that others cannot.Extraordinary villains often have extraordinary backers, and the people Qin is determined to offend are people that ordinary people can't afford to offend.

Today I abandoned it several times and revived it several times, but I was finally reluctant to part with this handy knife.

On the day when King Yan was exiled, the eighteenth prince Xiao Wang was half drunk, and kicked the dog of his family's nursing home by taking advantage of the wine.

Kick to death you mad dog that has no eyes but only bites.

The eighteenth prince's words reached Qin Jueyi's ears, and Qin Datou smiled disapprovingly.In a blink of an eye, the mad dog of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was released, the eighteenth prince's wife and uncle were imprisoned, and King Bi Xiao connived at his servants and forcibly occupied the people's land as a hunting ground.

Qin decided to go up and ask Xiao Wang to be sentenced to death for treason.

Weighing the memorial today, we discussed it, "Aiqing, let's pass it."

Qin Jue calmly said: "The emperor wears a dragon robe, the prince wears a barbarian robe. If the king wears an emperor robe, I dare to ask Your Majesty, what crime should such a person have?"

"Of course it is a capital offense."

"The ceremony of the empress is full of luan, if the concubine takes advantage of this ceremony, what should be the crime?"

"Naturally, it is also a capital offense."

"The emperor is rich in Kyushu, and the prince has entrusted a hundred hectares of land. If he extends the fief without authorization, what should he do?"

"This…"

"Your Majesty, please make a decision." Qin decided to bow.

In the end, this case killed King Xiao's wife and brother-in-law, cut King Xiao from the responsibility of negligence, and exiled him for three thousand miles, so he could only be with King Yan.

So far, no one dared to provoke Qin Juyi again.

Tingqiao Tower is located in the northwest corner of the imperial city, and it is the highest place in the imperial city. Sitting here, you can easily watch the movement in the imperial city.

Next to Tingqiao Tower is Lingyun Pavilion.

Lingyun Pavilion is located between the Governor's Hall and Tingqiao Tower, not far from the Governor's Hall where all the government orders of the world come out, but it is a small building that is rarely visited by people.Pushing open the door of Lingyun Pavilion, there is a portrait of Liehou on the wall. Qin Jueyi's eyes fell on the last painting in his left hand, and he held up the lamp.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, and it shows a man in white clothes leaning on a horse, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and a long sword under his clothes.There was a mocking sneer on the man's lips, and his drooping eyes seemed to be looking at the lights all over the place that were red like blood.

Qin Jue raised the lamp in his hand, and the red lamp reflected the three characters Lingyun Pavilion inked and black in the hall. On both sides of the plaque was a pair of couplets engraved on ebony.

Lingyun talks about being a marquis, which is a matter of history.

Qin decided to put the glazed wind lantern in his hand on the table, and the light illuminated the room dimly.He clasped his hand under the portrait of the man in white, and turned out a hidden compartment, in which was a roll of yellow silk.

The yellow silk was unfolded under the lamp, and the three characters Yan Linsu were written in cinnamon sand with a vermilion brush. Under the three characters, there were several neat lines of small seal script, with jade seals at the end of the characters.Qin Jueyi's hand rested on the jade seal, and the red cinnabar mark seemed to have passed through several years.

Four years ago, Qin Jue determined to penetrate the sixth level of the Duanli Sword, and finally kicked down the mountain for Master Xuanyuan. At that time, he was only three months old.He dug up the buried apricot wine from under the big tree behind Xuanyuan Mountain, galloped all the way, and when he arrived in Beijing, he didn't see Yan Linsu, what he heard was the king's long sigh.

A character like Yan Linsu died under the Xuantian ice formation in the fire in the second year of Yongjing.

Qin Jue decided to sit in front of Yan Linsu's grave all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin decided to rise up with his sword.At the foot of the mountain stood a man in a dragon robe. The man was hale and spirited, but his temples were already stained with wind and frost.The man cupped his fists and said, "Qin Shaoxia"

Qin Jue decided to look at the man, but did not speak. He naturally knew who this man was.

Emperor Cheng continued: "Yan Hou said that Qin Shaoxia has a decisive mind and is the best candidate to take charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

There was a flash of light in Qin Jue's eyes, and then fell silent again. "Is this your idea, or is it his intention?" He was sure of Chengdi, and said again: "If it is his intention, I will naturally stay."

Emperor Cheng narrowed his weather-stained eyes and smiled, "That day, Yan Hou said, Qin Shaoxia has a high sky and a wide sea, and I would not trade his high sky and wide sea for my life aspirations. I said, Qin Shaoxia is Yan Hou's younger brother, and since It is Yanhou's life ambition, and it may not be Qin Shaoxia's life ambition. Am I right, Qin Shaoxia?"

Qin Jue thought for a while and said, "I'll answer your question later."

He came out of the capital in the shadow of apricot blossoms, with a white horse holding a sword, and cranes roaring in Kyushu.

On the third day of March, the Pantao Festival.At the Xinyang Ferry, he fought against the Seven Ghosts of Yinxi with the Severing Sword in his hand.After the battle, he broke off peach branches and left amidst the rain of flowers and flowers all over the world.

In the midsummer of June, the apricot fruit is yellow.At the head of the Xinghua Building, he drank apricot fruit wine drunk, mentioned 36 Xinghua poems on the wall, laughed and threw a pen and left.Day and night, Meng Xiaoxiao played the piano in Xinghualou accompanied him, and when he left, Meng Xiaoxiao broke the piano to see him off.

It snows heavily in winter, and Huashan is topped.He sat in a place inaccessible, waiting for the night plum to bloom.

Within a year, he traveled all over the country.

He didn't answer, he wanted to go and see first, to see if his sky was high and the sea was wide enough to change that person's life aspirations.

A year later, he led the dusty horse into Xinghuaying in the capital.The sun shines on Qin Jueyi's face, he has broken the Li sword in his hand, and he has seen all the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, his shoulders are like iron.

A tea table was propped up in the shade of the apricot blossoms, and there was a knock on the castanets.

The storyteller said that today is about the past in the early years of Yongjing.

Not long after Emperor Cheng came to power, the world was still undecided, and the rebels of the three routes jointly attacked the pass.

The storyteller said, Emperor Cheng said that I entrusted the palace ban to Marquis Dingguo.

Marquis Dingguo replied that Linsu Sword is still alive, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate will fulfill its mission.

The storyteller said that the Marquis of Dingguo entered the Zhaohua Hall in white clothes and lightly armored, fought against the Beiyan thieves, and died under the Xuantian ice formation.

The storyteller said that the Marquis of Dingguo started at the end of Qingping, and the day when he entered Beijing was when Xingzi was yellow.Everyone, please use more dried apricots for tea.

There are so many novels in storytelling that it is impossible to count them.Business people make up some allusions and sell scenery.

Qin decided to drink a pot of tea, thick stalks with froth, red tea soup, ten copper plates of rough tea, drunk from the desert wind and smoke.

In the palace, the clapper knocked three times, and Qin Jue raised his eyes slightly.

He pointed to the sentence at the end of the scroll of yellow silk, saying that in this life, life and death are light, and a sword will be a shadow for thousands of years.This sentence was added later by Emperor Cheng.

The conclusion of the coffin was built, and the crown was sealed as a marquis. Life is already enough at this point.

A stroke of ink is like a sigh.

It was late at night, and on the mountain road outside the capital, a middle-aged man looked anxiously towards the other side of the mountain road.

More than a dozen figures on horseback came under the raindrops.

"My lord," said the man was Huang Tingyun, the right-hand man under Yan Wang Zhu Yongning's command, and his face showed joy.

The man on the horse was wearing a black cloak, and the horse's belly was stained with dust. The man held a whip in his hand, and his voice was gorgeous and low, "Try to wait, and I won't be hurt by those Xiaoxiao's men."

Huang Tingyun smiled and said: "That's natural, I'm afraid there's no way that the prince would come back from the border with a gallop of thousands of miles."

Zhu Yongning said: "After walking for half a month, this king is a bit tired. Thinking about it, it took me ten days to walk across the border from the capital city. Time is not forgiving."

Huang Tingyun couldn't help laughing, the Yan Wang in front of him was only 25 or [-] years old, his youthful face had faded, now he looked handsome and in his prime, and he was still far from old.

Huang Tingyun naturally knew what King Yan was talking about, when the young prince spent ten days rushing to the border to meet Marquis Yan.

Yan Hou died in Zhaoyang Palace, more than five years have passed without knowing it.

Tomorrow is the winter solstice again, burning paper during the winter festival, ghosts and ghosts will feel it.

"I met a spy from the Inspectorate on the road and took a detour." Zhu Yongning controlled the horse, and the horse was running too fast. When it stopped, white mist was sprayed from the nose of the horse. Dumped."

Huang Tingyun said: "Brothers are all ready, wait for the prince to show."

Zhu Yongning said: "Okay, it's tonight, this king wants to fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Firelight illuminated the night.

Yin Yang stood in the courtyard with a sword in his hand, looked at the person in front of him, his face was as dark as water: "Zhu Yongning, you are still alive."

Shouldn't this person be far away at the border?

Zhu Yongning leaned on the horse, with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Yin, you sent people to meet me all the way, and this king should speed up the horse, and have to travel day and night. Ghost nine, Mo ten, and your brothers with 24 solar terms Taidu stayed under the Yin Mountain for this king, brother Yin, won't you be a companion?"

Yin Yang raised his eyes suddenly: "You..."

The words were broken in the throat, and the cold sword light burst out with blood, reflecting the moonlight red.

Zhu Yongning retracted his sword and put his eyes back on the small building behind Yin Yang. The lights on the second floor were on, and the back of an old man was reflected on the window paper.

Zhu Yongning stepped upstairs with his sword in hand.

He pushed open the door, and Eunuch Kou was sitting under the lamp, with one hand on his sword.Seeing Zhu Yongning coming in, he smiled: "Little brat, I underestimated you."

Zhu Yongning walked in front of him and sat opposite him, "Three of the Ten Temples of Hades have died at my hands, and the other three have been transferred to my command. Apart from you and me, the rest are the Nether Temple and Lao Jiao, and one Tusha... the master has exhausted all the cards in his hand."

Eunuch Kou said arrogantly: "Oh, you dare to fight me with your martial arts?"

Zhu Yongning said with a smile: "If the master can still draw the sword, how can he allow the disciple to sit here? Three years of piercing grass, five years of drunkenness with a smile, neither of them is poisonous, a little bit added up is enough to make the master The inner strength is lax."

Eunuch Kou laughed loudly and said, "It's only five years, I've held your hands for decades of business, and you really deserve to be my good apprentice."

Zhu Yongning said with a smile: "Master, you taught this disciple, and you are not wronged if he died at my hands."

"Okay, then you come and kill me."

Zhu Yongning's face changed, and the sword clanged and was out of its sheath. His sword was fast, but Eunuch Kou was even faster.

As if something was tied to his waist, he flew backwards like a kite, and broke out of the window in an instant.

Zhu Yongning threw the sword in his hand, and the blade was nailed into the soil with a bloody sound.

The drizzle was like silk, and Mr. Kou's figure had disappeared. This kind of earth escape kung fu is earth killing!

"Damn it!" Zhu Yongning smashed the window sill with his palm.

Zhu Yongning fell short, so he had no choice but to send Fei Yuqi to take over the stronghold of the Palace of the King of Hell here, and then sent Huang Tingyun to lead Tiqi to secretly investigate on the ground of the capital.

Even if Zhu Yongning returned to Beijing quietly, he should not show up.

The second day was the winter solstice. At nightfall, Zhu Yongning rode a horse to Guyunling outside the city.

He got off the horse, and went up the mountain with the joss paper money.

Guyunling has green mountains and green waters, and Yan Linsu's grave is on the mountain.

The front and rear of Yan Hou were full of mourning and glory. In this winter solstice season, the weeds in front of the grave were all cleared, and two candles had already been lit.

Zhu Yongning lit the incense candle and said, "Linsu, I haven't come to worship you in the past five years. I wanted to avenge you this winter solstice and sacrifice you with the blood of my enemy... Unfortunately, I haven't been able to close the net after five years. , Are you disappointed in me?"

After burning the paper money, Zhu Yongning patted the dust off his body and stood up.The little prince stared at the three cinnabar characters Yan Linsu on the tombstone, raised his eyebrows after watching for a long time, and said slowly: "You don't have to be too grateful to me, I, Zhu Yongning, have never died in vain, whether it is a woman or a man. , you are just, just..."

Zhu Yongning couldn't continue with the words "it's just", these three words seemed to hit his heart with a heavy hammer.

Really nothing but?You can't even lie to yourself.

The little prince felt that he couldn't stay in front of the grave for a moment, he was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly he saw a figure under the shadow of a tree and shouted: "Who is it, come out."

The figure retreated towards the forest, his figure was as agile as a fox, Zhu Yongning immediately used his lightness kung fu to keep up, this person's lightness kung fu seems to be not weak, this movement gave him a feeling of deja vu.

Zhu Yongning was startled suddenly, this movement is Yan Linsu's Suying, no, this movement is not as good as Suying.

If Lin Su is alive, this lightness kung fu is more than that.

Zhu Yongning followed all the way out, walked out of the woods, and saw no one in sight, only a small blue courtyard with lights still on.

Without hesitation, he broke into the yard.

"Hey, who are you? Didn't anyone teach you not to break into other people's homes?"

Standing in front of him was a beautiful woman in a pink dress with two dimples on her delicate face.

Zhu Yongning's eyes were full of coercion, even though the little prince was usually a bit coquettish and considerate to women, he couldn't care about it now.

"This king still wants to ask who you are and where is this place?"

"Hey, you can't go in." Seeing that he didn't stop walking, the woman walked in and hurriedly stopped him.

Zhu Yongning sneered and said, "Miss, please step aside, I must go in today."

"Xiao Yu, let him in, you can't stop him." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and there was a smile in the deep voice.

Zhu Yongning walked over, and the speaker was sitting in the courtyard, slowly brewing a pot of tea. This person's complexion was slightly paler than ordinary people, his smiling eyes were black and white, and when he lowered his eyebrows, there was a bit of softness.

He didn't know this person, not Yan Linsu.

The man poured a cup of tea and said, "Since your Excellency is here, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea."

Zhu Yongning didn't sit down, he just asked, "Who are you?"

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, Zhu Yongning met his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, for some reason there was a sense of familiarity.

"Xie Ruozhi, the manager of Xiachunfeng proudly entering the treasure building. Thank you for the destiny, if you are in peace, if you are in peace, if you are in peace."

Zhu Yongning's eyes sank and he said: "Nonsense, you're not Xie Ruozhi, he obviously doesn't look like..."

Xie Ruozhi said: "It's nothing, the lord also knows that I escaped death under the Xuantian ice formation, and my appearance was injured by the cold poison, so it is naturally different."

Zhu Yongning interrupted him: "Then your lightness kung fu?"

Xie Ruozhi smiled and said: "Marquis Yan passed on his lightness kung fu to me, and I also know some Suying sword skills. Why do you want to see my little lord?"

Zhu Yongning stepped forward and pulled up his skirt, Xie Ruozhi looked at him silently.

The starlight shone silently on the two people who were staring at each other, and Xie Ruozhi smiled softly after a long time: "I haven't seen you for so many years, the little prince is still so reckless. Today is Yanhou's memorial day. Lord Su's order is to worship here. This is the other courtyard where Chunfeng triumphantly enters the treasure building, do you have any questions?"

This Xie Ruozhi is naturally Yan Linsu, who left Shaolin three months ago and went down the mountain.

In the five years on the mountain, people changed and changed.

In the court, Zhao Fu was like a boiled oil lamp. After vomiting a few times of blood, the imperial doctor was helpless, so he could only ask the foreign assistant to take care of him more.

Emperor Cheng gave Zhao Fu a leave of absence and asked him to go to the south of the Yangtze River to recuperate.

Zhao Fu took an old servant with him, resigned from the capital, and bought a boat to go south.

After the battle between Beiyan and Yanwu Hall two years ago, old landlord Su was seriously injured and passed away not long after.

The young landlord Su Muhua took over, and Beijing and China are in a hurry. This young man has grown up very fast, and he is experienced in dealing with things after a few trials and tribulations.

When Su Muhua first took over, it took a lot of effort to subdue the forces in Beijing and China.

Zhu Yongning was the leader of Tiqi at that time, and also helped him.

This Yan Linsu came to Beijing three months ago under the name of Xie Ruozhi. Although Zhu Yongning was far away at the border, the eyeliner in Beijing had also sent news to him, and he did not want to meet here again.

Zhu Yongning looked into Yan Linsu's eyes. Although this person's face was unfamiliar, his eyes gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.He seemed to have looked at these eyes countless times at a very close distance.

Yan Linsu saw that Zhu Yongning was looking at him in a daze. The little prince's eyes were very beautiful, with a deep light, with a little green in the middle, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into those eyes. Like a soulful illusion.

The warm breath is intertwined, and the years seem to be under this gaze.

The night wind was too cold, and the temperature was too warm, Yan Linsu unnaturally opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "Why is the little prince looking at me like this?"

Zhu Yongning was startled suddenly, he was fascinated by looking at this scholar.

If Zhu Yongning had a dislike for anyone on weekdays, it would be Xie Scholar.

The little prince will never forget that that day in the prison, Xie Shusheng told him that his feelings for Yan Linsu were no less than his.

Zhu Yongning stepped back, "My lord...if you think you are strange, just take a few more glances."

Yan Linsu smiled and said, "Oh? Why am I surprised? My lord, since you met an old friend, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea."

But Zhu Yongning didn't want to see this person more, let alone drink tea with him, and said: "No need, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Chu Xiaoyu looked at the back of Zhu Yongning going away, and smiled, "Master, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Yan Linsu took a cup of tea and said, "Xiao Yu, if you can win the Chu Embroidery Workshop tomorrow and win all the business from the south of West Street, the manager will be in a better mood."

"West Street?" Chu Xiaoyu chuckled, "Boss, when King Yan looked at you just now, my heart was about to jump out, but you didn't feel it at all."

Yan Linsu gave her a blank look: "I haven't seen any battles before, how can I have the same knowledge as a little girl like you."

Yan Linsu has already received the news from the building that Zhu Yongning left the border half a month ago, presumably he returned to Beijing last night.

This Zhu Yongning will come to pay homage to him. Could it be that the Broken Sword had nothing to do with him?

On the first day Yan Linsu returned to Beijing, he burned incense in front of Xie Ruozhi's grave and swore that he would find out what happened back then and avenge his brother who died in vain.