late snow

Ji Huai is in a good mood now, thinking of Zhan Hua's depressed and stubborn expression when he lost chess, he couldn't help but smile, "What will Brother Zhao give me?"

But he didn't want Zhao Yue to get up, lifted his robe, and solemnly bowed down to him.

The smile on Ji Huai's face froze instantly, and he hurriedly got up to help him, "Brother Zhao! What are you doing!?"

But Zhao Yue refused to get up, grabbed his arm, stared at Ji Huai with burning eyes, and said loudly: "Ji Gong once said before his death, if you don't go to Shiyuan City, then I just need to destroy the map of heaven and earth to protect you The rest of my life is in danger, if you want to go to Shiyuan City, I will definitely help you, and everyone up and down the Cangkongmen will listen to you."

Ji Huai froze in place, "Brother Zhao, what do you mean by...?"

However, Zhao Yue took out a blood jade wrench from his bosom, handed it to Ji Huai with both hands, and said: "Young master will be the master of the Cangkong Sect from now on."

A finger was stuffed in his hand involuntarily, and Ji Huai couldn't help him up, so he frowned and said, "Brother Zhao, what's going on?"

"Young Master, you can call me Zhao Yue from now on." Zhao Yue said with a smile, "My father, Zhao Jian, is Ji Gong's retainer."

Family member.

Although Ji Huai did not read much, he also knew that the word "retainer" could not be used by anyone, and the old man Ji, who came to the richest side of the city late, was obviously not qualified.

Ministers are different from servants—the staff of princes and dukes can be called retainers.

The expression on Ji Huai's face was unpredictable, he looked at Zhao Yue with complicated eyes and said, "Get up first."

"Yes." Zhao Yue got up, but ignored the attitude of talking and laughing with him before, and stood beside him respectfully.

"Brother Zhao, you...don't have to do that." Ji Huai said, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Zhao Yue took out another letter from his bosom, and solemnly handed it to Ji Huai, "This is the letter Ji Gong left for you."

Ji Huai took the letter and wrote "Hanyu's personal letter".

Ji Huai recognized at a glance that it was written by Ji Ming himself. He opened the envelope and took out two pieces of letter paper from inside.

The eye-catching four big characters "My Son Hanyu" almost made him tear up the letter paper. Ji Huai suppressed the resentment in his heart and continued to look down.

"My surname is Zhao, my name is Jian, and my name is Zhonggong..."

The expression on Ji Huai's face changed from anger at the beginning to shock, and then he fell into confusion. After reading it, he felt that the whole person was not very well.

In the letter, Ji Ming, or Zhao Jian, first expressed his apology for concealing him for many years, and let his grandma raise him for his safety. In fact, his biological mother was someone else, but the letter did not mention her. The specific identity made Ji Huai no longer have to worry about it, and said that Cang Kongmen and Zhao Yue were the people he left to Ji Huai, they were loyal and loyal, so he could use them with confidence, but he didn't mention the rest.

Except for his name and surname, Zhao Jian didn't even mention his real identity, and he didn't explain the matter of Shiyuan City in the letter, which shows that he is very cautious.

Ji Huai sat on the chair, this letter was more like to untie his heart knot for many years, even though Zhao Jian was dead, Ji Huai felt that he was still seen through by him at a glance.

The problem of life experience has always been Ji Huai's heart disease that cannot be relieved. Now that he suddenly learned the truth, he did not feel relieved while being relieved.

Ji Huai asked Zhao Yue in a daze, "If I remember correctly, Zhao Jian and Zhao Zhonggong were the sixth son of the ancestor Emperor Wuxuan. He was crowned King of Pingyang when he first reached the crown, and later died of a severe disease... ..."

"Exactly." Zhao Yue said.

"The Zhao Jian in the letter—" Ji Huai couldn't believe it: "Who is it?"

"It is the King of Pingyang." Zhao Yue did not dare to call Zhao Jian by his first name. "40 years ago, the King of Pingyang died of a serious illness, but was chased and killed by the former Emperor Wende Emperor Zhao Ren, and had to hide his name for many years."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yue said: "My son is the only heir of King Pingyang, even the current emperor, I should call you uncle."

Ji Huai's hand holding the letter trembled a little, "Are you kidding..."

Today, Zhao Qi is twenty-five years old, four years older than him, a kind and honest gentleman with a benevolent heart, and this person's experience is quite legendary, he is universally recognized as a wise monarch.

For a long time, Ji Huai felt that he was a dude who came to the city late, not to mention the prince and grandson, even the Ji family who was an official in Beijing thought they were merchants and looked down on them. Ji Huai went to Beijing to study when he was young Even seeing through the warmth and coldness of human relationships, he never imagined that one day he would be able to have a relationship with the royal family.

Ji Huai was shocked by this sudden news for a long time, sitting on the chair for a long time unable to recover.

"Then what does he want me to do?" Ji Huai asked Zhao Yue.

"My lord only explained about Shiyuan City. If you want to go to Shiyuan City, I will give you the finger and letter to tell you about your life experience. If you don't mention Shiyuan City, everyone in Cangkongmen will secretly protect your safety and live in peace." Zhao Yue said: "No matter how many subordinates there are."

Ji Huai stared at the letter in his hand with mixed feelings in his heart.

It turns out that he has no blood relationship with anyone in Ji's family, at best he can only be regarded as a dependent.

His mother, his elder brother, and even the name and identity of Ji Huai are all false... The shackles imprisoned on Ji Huai's body quietly turned into dust, making Ji Huai feel relaxed, but also a little bit lost.

"Young master, Shiyuan City and his party are in great danger. For your safety, I need to wrong you for a while." Zhao Yue said to him.

"Brother Zhao, you don't have to be so polite." Ji Huai couldn't adapt to his respectful attitude, so he said helplessly, "You can just stay the same as before."

"There is a difference between superiority and inferiority." Zhao Yue smiled at him, "But since the young master said it, the subordinates will follow suit."

Ji Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, Zhao Yue saw that he obviously needed some time to get used to it, so he said goodbye to him, "Qilang, take a good rest, I will arrange things in Shiyuan City."

Ji Huai nodded, Zhao Yue took a few steps back before turning and leaving.

Since he has no blood relationship with Ji's family, why did Zhao Jian insist that he go to Shiyuan City to retrieve Ji Yu's body?Zhao Jian gave him this name before he died, and why pushed him into the vortex of Qiankuntu?

At this point in time, Zhao Jian arranged for Zhao Yue to tell him his real identity. He must have wanted to tell him some information, but Zhao Jian was so cautious that he didn't tell Zhao Yue the specific content at all, and Ji Huai had to think about it a little bit by himself. .

Ji Huai thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any clues, so he simply put this question aside for the time being.

Recalling what Zhao Yue said just now, Ji Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help feeling Zhao Jian's calculation and cunning towards people's hearts - he was sure that Ji Huai would definitely go to Shiyuan City.

Previously, Ji Huai was perilous and isolated, and if he wanted to survive, he had to go all out to enter the game... Ji Huai threw those letters into the charcoal stove and burned them clean, almost being burned by the flames.

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On the day of departure to the northwest, there was snow in the sky, and there were thin raindrops in the snow, which were dripping one after another, and the smell of cold and damp was everywhere.

Heavy boots trampled on the outskirts of the land, stained with mud, snow fell on the horse's mane and hung on it for a long time, there was a lot of people at the gate of the temple, some of them rushed to Shiyuan City in advance, and some went to other places Those who work in the direction, the farewell sounds keep coming, and the children of the rivers and lakes seem to have long been used to being separated.

Changhonggu Feixianlou and Fengyu Pavilion must have reached some agreement, and each sent dozens of people to accompany the convoy to the northwest. There were also many carriages in the convoy, most of which were empty. None of them rode their horses, but got into their respective carriages.

The sound of the bell sounded simple and profound in the distance, Ji Huai looked up at the gray sky, a few jackdaws flew over the forest, their mournful cries gradually faded away.

"Get in the car." A familiar voice sounded from the side.

Ji Huai turned his head and looked at Zhan Hua, who was all wrapped up in black, couldn't help but smiled, and helped him board the carriage by his hand.

The long whips were raised, the horses neighed, and the mighty team set off in the rain and snow. They gradually moved away from Songyang City. Under the gray sky, they became a series of black dots, and finally disappeared on the long-distance official road.

Zhao Yue still has something to deal with in Songyang City, and he will catch up with him a few days later. At this moment, Ji Huai is alone in the carriage. He read the book for a while and got dizzy, so he put the book down and lifted the heavy window of the car. Curtain to see the scenery along the way.

Zhan Hua was riding a horse by the window, and when he saw him lift the curtain, he rode close and turned to ask him, "What's wrong?"

"It's stuffy in the car, let's get some fresh air." Ji Huai said while lying on the window.

Zhan Hua drove the horse closer again, "It's snowing outside, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"Looking at you, I don't feel cold anymore." Ji Huai smiled at him.

The Seventh Young Master probably visited Fenghua Building a lot, and he always spoke provocative words, coupled with his gentle and handsome face, the casual words sounded a bit more romantic.

Zhan Hua tightened his grip on the rein, the wind was a bit strong now, making his loose black robe flutter, he heard the words and stretched out his hand to help him cover the curtain, as if inadvertently or deliberately, his thumb was in the middle of the season Huai gently wiped the side face, and then pressed the curtain tightly.

With the warmth of Ji Huai's cheek still remaining between his fingers, Zhan Hua rode his horse in the wind and snow expressionlessly, hiding his hands under the wide sleeves of his robe.

Just now Ji Huai just smiled at him, and he was in a mess.

It was very warm in the carriage, and there was still a trace of coolness on his cheeks. Ji Huai reached out to touch his face, and his heart beat a little faster.

Across the carriage and the wind and snow, the two looked at the thick curtains at the same time, warning themselves not to take it seriously, and not to get caught up in it.

There was a carriage, and the wind and snow were getting heavier. At noon, Heng Taki ordered to temporarily stop for repairs, and soon someone set up a simple tent wooden frame and lit a fire to cook.

"Master Ji, it's time to eat." Someone said outside: "Shall I bring it in for you?"

"Bring it in." Ji Huai said.

The curtain was opened and lowered by someone, and the person came with the food, wrapped in the wind and snow chill.

"Have you eaten?" Ji Huai asked.

"No." Zhan Hua sat down opposite him, and laid out the chopsticks for him, "Let's eat."

The people at Cangkongmen were very considerate in their service, and even made some steaming snacks for Ji Huai.

Ji Huai pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, it melted in the mouth, it was sweet, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction, then picked up another piece and handed it to Zhanhua's mouth, "It's quite delicious."

Zhan Hua took off the mask and put it aside, took a sip with his hand, "Not bad."

The sweet taste of the pastry melted in his mouth, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. Zhan Hua looked up and saw Ji Huai smiling, and put the half piece of pastry he had bitten into his own mouth. "eat together?"

"It's too hot in the carriage, I'll go out first." Zhan Hua grabbed the mask and put it on, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Ji Huai looked at the shaking curtain with some puzzlement.

run what?