The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

The east is not white, the mist is hazy, and there is silence in Li's house, the sound of sweeping can be heard from the street, and occasionally a few dogs barking and chickens crowing break through the sky, giving a sense of the tranquility of the years.

When Gu Xichao and Li Xunle stepped into the dining room in the backyard, they saw Zhao Jueming dressed in crimson clothes sitting in his usual position holding a spoon, and a bowl of steaming porridge was placed in front of the table, looking in good spirits.

But when he spoke, his voice was still hoarse and nasal.

"You are here."

I haven't seen him in half a year, and Zhao Jueming hasn't changed much. His smile is the same as before, showing a sense of stupefaction, but the sincere smile can't be faked.

The two couldn't help smiling.

They sat down opposite Zhao Jueming, Gu Xichao looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Better."

Li Xunle said: "Illness disappears like spinning silk, Jue Ming still needs to take good care of himself, why not ask Senior Wang to take care of you in his free time."

Zhao Jueming shook his head and said: "It's just cold, don't bother senior, I asked the pharmacist from Huichun Hall to treat me, and the medicine I bought is enough."

Li Xunle didn't ask any more questions, and started another topic like a chat: "Rejuvenation Hall? Senior once praised the new pharmacist there, saying that he is quite knowledgeable in medical theory and has good medical skills."

To be able to get Wang Lianhua to say yes is not only true.

The three had breakfast, Gu Xichao and Li Xunle went out to work, Zhao Jueming said they wanted to take a walk, so they went out together.

About to reach the fork in the road where the three of them parted ways, Li Xunle walked ahead, Gu Xichao slowed down, and stood side by side with Zhao Jueming, because they were a little close, he smelled a very faint astringent fragrance, he just thought it was Zhao Jueming Jueming smelled the smell from the medicine, so he didn't think much, and asked in a low voice: "Senior Wang sent you a letter before, didn't you receive it?"

Wang Lianhua waited for many days, and on the day she was sure she would not receive a reply from Zhao Jueming, she smiled strangely, without any disappointment, and her eyes were full of inexplicable clarity.

This is naturally not enough to make Gu Xichao ask aloud at this moment, but in addition, Wang Lianhua's eyes when looking at Gu Xichao are also somewhat meaningful, it seems to be gloating, or it seems that everyone is drunk and he is alone understanding.

Gu Xichao: ...? ? ?

Gu Xichao was confused by that kind of genius looking at me, but he vaguely understood that the other party's reaction had something to do with Zhao Jueming, but he couldn't imagine how Wang Lianhua's bad stomach could have something to do with him and Zhao Jueming at the same time. associated.

Zhao Jueming was stunned, probably because he was suffering from the cold and his mind was not clear. His reaction was a bit slower than usual, and he looked even more dumbfounded. I have received the letter...but it is better to say it face to face."

Gu Xichao: ...Short paper but long love?

He asked: "What did the seniors write in the letter?"

"...He wrote that he wanted to visit my house and meet my father by the way." Zhao Jueming looked forward and said, "Li Xunle is waiting for you, you go first."

Li Xunle stood in front and looked at the two of them with aggrieved eyes. He just buried his head in his head and looked back in a panic when he realized that there was no one behind him. ——

He has the illusion of being abandoned.

Gu Xichao glanced at Zhao Jueming, who had a serious expression on his face, and almost said, "I don't know how to answer you."

Gu Xichao: "..."

He nodded to Zhao Jueming wordlessly, followed Li Xunle, and the two left together.

Zhao Jueming followed the gradually increasing flow of people away, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared like a fish in a river.

Not many people knew that Zhao Jueming went to Bianjing again, and the route he took to Li's house was the most remote and quiet that day, perhaps the only people who could see his face clearly were the pedestrians on the street facing the city gate.

When he entered the city, there happened to be patrols passing by the gate of the city. Some of them were very familiar with Zhao Jueming, a young swordsman - he was Zhan's guard, and also a friend of Bai Wuye, not to mention young, promising and handsome. It must not be forgotten.

The Kaifeng Mansion knew the news of Zhao Jueming's arrival in Bianjing earlier than Wang Lianhua, so the Shenhou Mansion could also know about it. The two capitals share the same information, and it is a match made in heaven to solve the case and pursue the murderer with half the effort.

Wang Lianhua made speculations on her own, but few people knew that he also suspected Zhao Jueming's identity. In the past, Wang Lianhua casually asked nonsense, asking some irrelevant or suspicious information—for example, Zhao Jueming The cooperation with Cold Blood against Shi Guanyin was perfect, for example, the mutual trust between Prince Edward and Zhao Jueming far exceeded the mutual trust at first sight...

As if hundreds of rivers return to the sea and gather sand to form a tower, Wang Lianhua made a bold hypothetical guess, but others only felt that the truth was obvious.

Now that the real Zhao Jueming showed his face, it was naturally a good time to ask. After all, the crown prince is the heir apparent of a country, and after he escaped from illness, he travels abroad, so how does he care about the people, the government, and the country?

This is obviously not in order.

The officials did not have other ideas because of the prince's serious illness, and they clearly expressed their belief in the court that the prince would recover. Even so, some people's minds fluctuated, and they even flattered the third prince who was only one year younger than the prince. Your Highness - taking advantage of the prince's illness, they deal with some people who have been caught with different intentions, which has more advantages than disadvantages.

At that time, the Grand Tutor Zhuge and others were relieved that the officials valued and trusted the prince, but later because of the "broken jade wine" incident, it was speculated that the officials had been involved in the prince's illness from the beginning to the end. Added a bit of indescribable complex emotions.

——It's not just about trust, it's almost to the point of doting.

It must be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself who proposed the matter of leaving Beijing to travel. Whether it is Zhao Jueming's swordsmanship or his ambition to be "No.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is like the Qingfeng of Jiyue, resolute in his actions, gentle and free-spirited, and has no resemblance to the cold and ruthless Qiushuang swordsman in the rumors of the world. However, people who are close friends with Zhao Jueming commented that Zhao Jueming is not cold and ruthless, but straightforward magnanimous--

For two people who have no similarities, no one would associate them as one person at first.

Even if you see people and think about others, at that time, you just feel that it happened suddenly and inexplicably.

The matter of feeling is vague and mysterious, but it is extremely difficult to fake, especially if more than one person "feels" the same.

Everyone learned that Zhao Jueming had been in the hospital and was not feeling well, so they waited patiently, only waiting for the door-to-door visit the next day.That night Leng Xue even seriously wiped the sword at the moon, staring at the light of the sword with a solemn expression.

Zhui Ming passed by the corridor and saw the cold junior brother surrounded by moonlight and sword light, he couldn't help being startled, as if he saw Bai Yutang who almost rushed into the palace with a knife years ago.

He had only one thought at the time.

——Fortunately, Bai Yutang is in the empty island.

A cold-blooded person who can stop him, plus a Bai Yutang, is not only difficult, it is even more difficult.

Leng Xue was naturally not as good as Zhui Ming thought, he just thought about the sword technique Zhao Jueming used in Shilin Cave Mansion.If Zhao Jueming was really the prince, he would be very familiar with his sword skills, but as a fellow sword practitioner, Leng Xue did not recognize Zhao Jueming's sword skills.

Even if it's just hiding clumsiness, Leng-Blood feels a little frustrated.

As a friend, he didn't see the clumsiness of the prince, nor did he see the way of Zhao Jueming's swordsmanship.

... He was even practicing sword in Taolin, and he was inspired to fight when he saw Zhao Jueming's swordsmanship.

Several people were thinking about Zhao Jueming, but the next day Zhao Jueming slipped into the crowd and disappeared, and he was not seen for a whole day.

Grand Tutor Zhuge stroked his beard and guessed: "Young Xia Jue Ming... Maybe he went to the palace."

Ruthlessly thoughtful: "Could it be that he wants to change his identity?"

Zhui Ming was puzzled and said: "I will change my identity when I return to Beijing? But Zhao Jueming lives in Li Xiuzhuan's residence, and he is as quick-witted as Wang Lianhua, so he will naturally notice that 'Zhao Jueming' is wrong——if he stays longer , not so stupid."

"..."

Grand Tutor Zhuge coughed dryly, feeling a little speechless because his disciples said that the prince was dumb.

Although the prince is indeed approachable... But sometimes, Taifu Zhuge feels that the prince is not like a famous prince, and he does not have the shadow of a royal family member in his behavior.

His Highness the crown prince who was being talked about was sitting in the private room on the second floor of Wangxian Building with his father, a member of the royal family, eating roast duck.

Zhao Ji looked away: "I think how comfortable I was when you and I came to this Wangxian Tower to eat roast duck together, but now I want to cover up people's eyes and ears, alas—"

A long sigh, endless melancholy.

Zhao Jueming took a piece of duck meat and stuffed it into his mouth solemnly, listening to his father continue to look forward to the future with a serious expression.

Last night, Zhao Jueming went online in the East Palace, using his identity as a puppet prince to show that he is in a difficult situation, and hoped that his father could give some advice, but his father happily proposed to go out to discuss with Zhao Ahuan in person without saying a word.

Although the use of adverbs is a bit weird and out of context, it is in line with the situation at that time.

At that time, Zhao Jueming drank the medicine and fell asleep again. He was refreshed, and felt that his condition was getting better, so he just mentioned it to his father lightly. It's looking forward to.

The brainwaves of the father and son are not on the same channel. Zhao Jueming knows that his father wants to play, so it’s okay to play with him. At worst, they will go to see the Tai Tuo together and be trained together; I still want to be a good father, at least I can share the admonition from the Taifu.

"But now that you are back in Beijing, Ah Huan, I think you will have more opportunities to come here to eat roast duck together in the future - not only roast duck, but also many delicacies in Bianjing City, you will have the opportunity to taste it."

Zhao Jueming reminded him solemnly: "Father, before that, you need to think about how to confess to the Taifu."

The corners of Zhao Ji's raised mouth froze in place, and slowly fell down, forming a straight line.

The Taifu had doubts for a long time, and even made probing words before, Zhao Ji didn't even understand what went wrong between him and Ah Huan.

What wonderful acting skills of his father and son!What a tacit cooperation!To be suspected in less than a year!

simply--

shortage!Don!

Even though he thought so, Zhao Ji knew clearly that if he confessed everything to the Taifu, he might get a real "absurd" sentence.

The father and son looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhao Ji: "Did you just say that Wang Lianhua also suspected you?"

Zhao Jueming: "Yes, he wrote a letter when I was traveling abroad, in which he clearly hinted at me."

Is there something wrong with clearly implying...?

Zhao Ji struggled for a short moment, then put his mind behind him, and said deeply: "This Wang Lianhua is really scheming... It's fine to pretend to be a girl to approach you, but I really saw something wrong from the young man who pretended to be you - even I I also feel similar, how did he recognize you?"

Deep scheming...?

Zhao Jueming felt that this word was not used properly, and a more appropriate word was obviously all-round, sharp, witty, etc...

This thought flashed by, Zhao Jueming looked at his father again, and suggested seriously: "Why don't we confess to the Taifu together."

Zhao Ji thought quickly, if he confessed, they would definitely not be able to do without the admonition from Grand Tutor Zhuge, and there is a 90.00% possibility of receiving advice from Bao Zheng——

As for Ah Huan...

Zhao Ji and his prince looked at each other, and suddenly realized something.

——Ah Huan seems to have a lot of friends.

Not only many, but also making friends for the second time. Most of the friends in Bianjing are the same group of people.

Seeing his father sitting across from him, Zhao Jueming suddenly lowered his shoulders, holding a piece of roast duck with a serious expression.

He blinked suspiciously.

"Ah Huan, you have many friends." Zhao Ji said, "Why don't you show up in two days after I confess to the Taifu."

At this moment, the brainwaves of the father and son are on the same channel.

Zhao Jueming had a sudden realization, hesitated to speak, and finally said resolutely: "Father, I will accompany you."

Zhao Ji was very moved: "Ah Huan..."

Zhao Jueming said: "As the saying goes, bitterness comes first, sweetness comes first. I hide it first, and I have to let them calm down. After they calm down, I will be fine."

"..."

Half of the emotion in Zhao Ji's heart dissipated.

He was silent for a moment, then asked with mixed feelings: "Ah Huan...do you regret it?"

He changed his name, pretended to be sick and went out on a trip, but it didn't seem to be very good for his friends or his courtiers.

Hearing this, Zhao Jueming lowered his eyes, as if thinking, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were bright, reflecting the bright light outside the window.

"Determined and sensible, isn't that why Dad chose this name for me?" He smiled and said, "Do what I want to do, and I have no regrets or regrets in my heart. There is a way to everything, and I am doing what I am. way."

All kinds of falsehoods in the dream are not true or false, like dreams and illusions, and even inconsistent with the facts, but they did experience the difficult years together and enjoyed the snowstorm in the north together.

Zhao Ji was stunned, then laughed, and said, "The Cassia fruit lives up to its name."

"Determined, sensible... Ah Huan seems to be such a character."

Zhao Ji seemed to be muttering to himself, but the words came to Zhao Huan's ears clearly, the two of them didn't say much, the former said softly, "Ah Huan, you were already in Zhenghe two years ago."

I don't know what year and month it was, but Zhao Ji forgot the specific date. Seeing that the youngest son loved the puppet plaything of the eldest son, with tears in his eyes, he wanted to cry but stopped, so pitiful, he asked Zhao Huan to give the puppet to his younger brother.

What did Ah Huan say at that time?

He says……

"No."

The child held the puppet tightly and said stubbornly: "This is mine, and I don't want to give it to me."

The puppet was bright and colorful, but it was not a rare plaything, but at that time Zhao Huan was very firm and just said no.

Zhao Ji was naturally displeased, but he didn't want to be a bad father who snatched things from the eldest son, so he didn't say anything bad about him, but just punished him for copying books.

At that time, Zhao Huan was already walking his own way.

Seeing his father's dazed expression, Zhao Jueming was confused for a moment. He knew that his father might understand that the dream was not true, but he couldn't guess what his father was thinking of.

If Zhao Jueming was not stimulated, it would be extremely difficult for Zhao Jueming to recall the events before the age of 12.

Zhao Ji came back to his senses, met Zhao Jueming's gaze, smiled, and said: "Eat quickly, after eating, we will talk about how to confess to the Taifu."

Zhao Jueming nodded, did not ask any further questions, and buried himself in eating the roast duck as he said.Zhao Ji was a little absent-minded, looked at the young man opposite him from time to time, and remembered the increasingly clear figure of the child in his memory, feeling melancholy in his heart.

Zhao Jueming still had a bitter medicinal smell, which became more and more obvious in the aroma of roast duck for some reason, but he didn't notice it, Zhao Ji didn't want to disturb his meal, so he didn't show any discomfort.

Perhaps it was because of the cold that Ah Huan's sense of smell was not very sensitive.

Zhao Ji thought that when he confessed to the Taifu, he should immediately send good medicine to the Taifu Hospital.

The two had eaten roast duck, and planned to take a walk to digest food, and discuss the future arrangements by the way.After walking outside for a while, the bitter medicine scent on Zhao Jueming's body drifted in the wind and gradually faded away.

Zhao Ji moved his nose and finally felt better.

At this time, it was evening, the sky was dim, and the sun was also casting a shadow. The father and son walked side by side under the eaves to discuss specific methods.

The system couldn't believe it: ... Isn't it just admitting cowardice?Is it necessary to make it look like you are going to die?

A crimson figure appeared in front of them, and the two who had been discussing quietly raised their heads at the same time.

Wang Lianhua, a thousand-faced son in scarlet clothes, was standing at the end of the street, as if he was looking for something, and happened to block the only exit of the street.

Zhao Jueming: "..."

Zhao Ji: "..."

Both of them had disguised appearances, so although they were surprised, they kept their expressions and continued to walk forward until they were a foot away from Wang Lianhua. Young Master Feiyi suddenly smiled at them, his smile was bright.

Zhao Jueming and Zhao Ji looked at him with blank faces, "Who are you?" in their eyes.

Wang Lianhua: "..."

He couldn't help sneering.

"Why don't you two look behind you?"

Zhao Ji struggled to death: "What are you talking about..."

Zhao Jueming stared blankly at Wang Lianhua for a while, then turned his head when he realized something.

At another exit of the street behind, stood Leng Xue and Zhan Zhao.

The former had a stern face, while the latter frowned lightly, like a life-threatening evil spirit.

Zhao Jueming: "..."

Zhao Ji followed the line of sight of his own prince and saw two brave and resourceful young men.

—— Surrounded by, surrounded by.

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