King's Landing [Rebirth]

Sima Rong's face was calm, his dark eyes were bottomless, he didn't remember how long he stood in the corner, but he turned and walked back when he felt that the hem of his clothes was wet by the rain.

Lying on the couch again for a while, chewing over and over again the few words he just heard in his mind, finally heaved a long sigh, and pressed the furrowed eyebrows irritably.

This kind of feeling is really uncomfortable, he trusts the emperor brother, it is because of his friendship and understanding from childhood to adulthood, what about Wang Shuzhi?

Now that they are on a skin-to-skin basis, it would be absurd to say that they don't trust him, but the doubt and wavering at that moment before are also real.

After all, the family behind Wang Shuzhi should not be underestimated.

Sima Rong turned over and stared at the shadow of the tree reflected on the window in a daze. Because his mind was confused, he got up again and walked over to open the window. Letting the cool breeze blow, he remembered the content of Wang Yu's letter, woke up suddenly, and slapped him hard. Slap your forehead.

Right now is not the time to think about these things. Although Brother Huang will arrange guards, but after all, it is the feudal lord entering the capital, and there will not be too many people. Wang Yu needs soldiers, and he can arrange a deadly ambush with a wave of his hand.

Without waiting to think about it, Sima Rong immediately wrote a letter, put it close to his body, picked up an umbrella, and hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the rain.

Everyone in the prime minister's mansion knew him very well, and the porter at the side door couldn't help showing surprise when he saw him.

Sima Rong only prevaricated, "Going out of the house on business", the porter saw his expression was condensed, so he didn't dare to ask further questions, he just looked at the dark sky suspiciously, and obediently opened the door.

Sima Rong rushed all the way to the utensil shop, slapped open the door and strode in, asked the shopkeeper to send someone to deliver a letter out of the city, and repeatedly emphasized that he should find someone with good skills and act in a secret manner.

After settling down, Sima Rong sat blankly for a while, not wanting to go back to the prime minister's mansion.

I came out in a hurry, how should I explain it when I went back?After telling the truth, what kind of situation will you face?

For the first time in his life, Sima Rong hesitated and hesitated.

As soon as the city gate was opened, the messengers rushed out of the city and headed south.

In the side room of the shop, the shopkeeper raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes due to sleepiness. He glanced at Sima Rong again and again, and asked tentatively, "My lord?"

Sima Rong came back to his senses, and got up quickly: "Please tell the shopkeeper to prepare me another carriage, a coachman, and a guard."

"Hey! Young master, wait a moment."

Half an hour later, Sima Rong left the city in a carriage. When he left the city, he lifted the curtain and glanced back, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

As long as he can return to the palace smoothly, everything will be fine, and it is impossible for Yuan Sheng to return to the prime minister's mansion instead of him, so "Wang Chi" will have to disappear.

And in the future, if he meets an acquaintance, who would dare to question the identity of the prince?Even if Yuan Sheng told all the absurd facts, how many people would believe it?The two have the same appearance, who can tell the truth from the fake?

The premise of everything is that he must return to the palace smoothly.

This trip out of the city was originally planned, all you need to do is to meet up with Brother Huang at the agreed place, and exchange the real and the fake. It's just that I'm in a hurry now, and I need to wait for two days.

He poured tea for himself, raised it to his lips but didn't drink it for a long time, Sima Rong stared at the reflection on the water, his brows and eyes became blurred in a trance, replaced by Wang Shuzhi's smiling eyes.

Sima Rong was stunned for a moment, and finally put down the teacup, pressed his slender fingertips on his forehead, and muttered to himself with a wry smile: "Zixi, I can't afford to bet, I'd better see you after everything is settled."

The people on this side had already left the city, but Wang Shuzhi was so anxious that he almost got angry.

The person who was sleeping soundly disappeared for no apparent reason. Looking at the wide open window, he almost thought that someone had kidnapped him. Finally, he got the news from the porter and hurriedly sent people out to look for it.

"Go to the utensil shop first! Send someone to the city gate!"

Wang Shuzhi had a keen mind, and when he heard that the man had left the mansion before dawn, he had a bad premonition and immediately regretted it.

I thought that he was in a deep sleep and would only wake up when the sun was bright, but it was unexpected. From the current point of view, it is very likely that he saw the letter in the study.

"Prime Minister, the shopkeeper seems to be pretending to be deaf and dumb, and can't ask anything, but the news has been found at the gate of the city, and Mr. Yan Qing has left the city."

Wang Shuzhi lifted his spirits: "Which direction?"

"Go to the south gate."

Then it was really aimed at the second prince, and he didn't say a word... and he wasn't afraid of being in danger, really...

Wang Shuzhi gritted his teeth, refused to go to the early morning court, directly asked for leave, and went out of the city to find someone in person.

It's just that although his horse was fast, he headed straight towards the direction of King Jing's return to the capital. Sima Rong stopped not far from the capital, stayed in a "farmhouse", and waited for news.

The farther you go out of the city, the fewer traces of horse-drawn carts and ox-drawn carts. Wang Shuzhi searched all the way, and his whole heart was raised. After all, he still found nothing.

This is leaving without saying goodbye, why?

"Arrange more people, keep looking!"

"Yes!"

It was inconvenient for Wang Shuzhi to stay outside for too long, so he could only return without success. He waited for news every day, but there was still no whereabouts of Sima Rong.

A month later, Jing Wang and his team gradually approached the capital, and stopped to rest beside the woods not far from the arranged "farmhouse". It was no different from the several stops along the way. When they set off again, there was an extra person in the carriage. Sima Rong.

Sima Shan flicked the reins and jumped onto the carriage, holding Sima Rong's shoulders to see him from the beginning to the end, and smiled with satisfaction: "You look good!"

Sima Rong hurriedly asked: "Did you get assassinated on the way? Were you ever injured?"

Sima Shan was stunned for a moment, his face darkened immediately, he gritted his teeth and said, "There are several times, either bandits or robbers. How can there be such a coincidence that there are so many villains? Hmph! It seems that there are many people who want to kill you!"

"then you……"

"No problem." Sima Shan waved his hand, "Fortunately, I was prepared early on, and the guards were also carefully selected, but there was a group of people who were really strong. We fought more with less, and almost lost, and most of the guards were injured. It’s just that I don’t know why they suddenly stopped…”

Sima Rong frowned, his heart moved slightly.

"I'm fine, but Yuan Sheng was injured."

It was only then that Sima Rong noticed the "stand-in" who had a very weak sense of presence, and turned his head to look at it.

Yuan Sheng made his scalp tingle, and saluted anxiously: "I have seen the Second Highness."

Sima Rong hurriedly stopped him, and smiled slightly: "Where is the injury?"

Yuan Sheng's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief. When they met last time, the two princes still had a fierce face, so why are they so friendly today?

Seeing him in a daze, Sima Rong raised his eyebrows.

"The injury is on the shoulder, it's not a serious problem." Yuan Sheng hurriedly replied, glanced at him after speaking, and said anxiously, "After the Second Highness returns to the palace, can I go back to the young master?"

Sima Rong paused for a moment, probably because he was not used to the soft-spoken posture with his appearance exactly the same as his own, so he turned his gaze away: "I'll let you go back, first live in Prince Jing's Mansion."

Yuan Sheng nodded, and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He also knew that the matter was of great importance, and he couldn't get away easily. However, King Jing treated him very generously. As long as there is hope for the ones he picked up, he can calm down and wait slowly.

Seeing the undisguised affection in his eyes, Sima Rong suddenly envied his simplicity, thinking of Wang Shuzhi in Beijing, his eyes darkened slightly.

In the prime minister's mansion, the clouds were shrouded. For a month, everyone walked on tiptoes, which can be described as frightening.

The prime minister has always been good-tempered, and he can smile like a spring breeze when encountering big things. This time, because Mr. Yan Qing disappeared, he finally changed his face, which made everyone dare not take a deep breath.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions only dare to discuss the reason for Sima Rong's disappearance in private: Could it be that the prime minister... tossed and hurt someone?

Wang Shuzhi had good ears, and when he heard it, he gave him a cold look, and the four of them were so frightened that they all fell silent.

But these words caused ripples in his heart, thinking of his obedient appearance with disheveled clothes that night when he was drunk, and thinking of him leaving without saying goodbye, it was difficult to distinguish the feeling in his heart.

When Pei Liang walked into the study, he saw him staring at a painting in a daze, and he caught a glimpse of the person in the painting out of the corner of his eye, and he knew it.

I have to draw a different portrait every day, and the study is almost full.

Wang Shuzhi came back to his senses when he heard the footsteps, glanced at him, and rolled up the scroll indifferently: "Any news?"

"King Jing and his party are almost arriving in the capital, and the subordinates sent people to follow them all the way, but they still haven't seen Mr. Yan Qing."

Wang Shuzhi was silent for a moment, then stood up and paced back and forth, pinched his brows and said, "Keep watching until the second prince enters the palace."