Yu doesn't know what her daughter's family is worried about. However, Yu Zhi naturally did not dare to forget the things that the two of them were working on for themselves.
Especially when he heard Ye Qinghuan being beaten, there was a trace of surprise on Yu Zhi's face. Not many of the younger generation in Kyoto can beat Ye Qinghuan, and they can probably beat him to a tie, but if the older generation takes action, Ye Qinghuan will not be able to defeat him.
"Injured?" Yu Zhi looked into Ye Qinghuan's eyes. He knew that if Qiu Ruoruo didn't say anything, this matter would definitely not reach his ears. Ye Qinghuan will definitely not speak.
The unavoidable gaze fell on Ye Qinghuan's eyes, and Ye Qinghuan nodded, as if he was not the one who was beaten at all.
Yu Zhi got a positive answer and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with a thin quilt wrapped around him, "Tell me about it?"
Qiu Ruoruo was furious when she talked about this matter, but she couldn't break into the Hubu Shangshu Mansion just by bringing people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division.
The day after Yu Zhi disappeared, Ye Qinghuan followed Du Ankang into the House of the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue. However, Ye Qinghuan did not see Bai Li. After walking to the inner courtyard, several guards holding iron rods surrounded him.
These people's moves are fierce, and they all attack at vital points.
"Very strong?" Yu Zhi asked, referring to the guards of the House of Lords of the Ministry of Finance.
Ye Qinghuan shook his head and said: "Not strong." Without too much explanation, his character is just like this, so I won't say much.
Yu Zhi was speechless, and he really answered whatever he asked. He turned to look at Qiu Ruoruo. According to Ye Muge's words, it was easier for Qiu Ruoruo, who had a sweet voice, to understand the situation.
"The guards in the Hubu Shangshu Mansion are all soldiers who have retired from the army, and they are much stronger than the usual government officials. If these people are the only ones, Brother Ye will not be injured at all. However, according to Brother Ye, He said that the one who injured him was the elder who was following Bai Li."
"What's your name?"
"Du Ankang. According to the information, he is a sixth-grade martial artist with armor-breaking skills. He has been in the Bai family for ten years."
"Level 6 armor-breaking, no wonder Qing Huan got beaten." Yu Zhi must not be surprised. Three years ago, Ye Qinghuan was only able to break through the fourth level of armor. Three years later, he was able to break through the fifth level. Both of them were extremely powerful in swordsmanship, but Du Ankang still had the upper hand.
Ye Qinghuan shook his head again and said, "More than that."
"What do you mean?" Yu Zhi said.
Ye Qinghuan frowned slightly, as if recalling something, and then said again: "More than the sixth grade."
Yu Zhi focused on Qiu Ruoruo, as if waiting for her explanation. He was willing to believe Qiu Ruoruo, after all, it was the intelligence of the Qiu family, but these words came from Ye Qinghuan, after all, Ye Qinghuan never lied.
"This Du Ankang has very little information. His latest attack should have been to hurt Brother Ye."
"So what Qing Huan said is true?" Yu Zhi said with a smile.
Yu Zhi didn't know where Ye Qinghuan was injured, but the injury would not be too light for Qiu Ruoruo to notice.
"Where's the injury?"
"No problem."
Ye Qinghuan didn't like to show his weak side in front of others, so even if he was injured, he would always find a place to lick his wounds like a lone wolf.
Ye Qinghuan left the two of them with a very chic back, turned around and left.
...
"Your Highness, that man has returned to Qiu Mansion."
After hearing the report from his subordinate, Prince Zhao put the black piece in his hand back into the chess box. He had been staring at this chess game for a whole day, and there was only one position in his eyes, which was Meng Duanzhang's one move that turned the world around.
The maid didn't dare to disturb him. Even the information just now seemed like the heavy snow falling on the lake did not disturb Prince Zhao.
Suddenly heavy snow fell outside the house, and the sudden cold wind blew some snow from the green tiles of the high-rise pavilion into the pavilion, causing everyone inside to shiver.
The lights on the candlesticks were swaying, and countless shadows were swaying in the pavilion like ghosts dancing in the world.
The maid didn't care about her legs that were frozen due to standing for a long time. She quickly cut off the too long wick on the candlestick and placed it on the lampshade. The light returned to calmness and a little smoke emitted.
Prince Zhao still didn't move, his black down robe was tightly wrapped around him, and the cold was reserved for the servants.
"Sir, do you think I should cooperate with this assassination?"
Meng Duanzhang stood on one side, waiting for the prince's instructions at any time. In fact, he stood for a long time like these maids. After playing chess, he stood up and stood aside to realize himself.
Meng Duanzhang has been in Prince Zhao's Mansion for many years and knows one thing very well - the so-called staff and diners are just senior waiters. The way to survive as a waiter is - don't be too smart, but you can't be unsmart either.
This is a difficult multiple choice question.
It happens that Meng Duanzhang is a person who is very good at multiple-choice questions.
"Whatever the prince feels, it should be. After all, that person came back safely." Meng Duanzhang's voice was sleepy. Showing your tiredness in front of your master occasionally can always make you feel better.
Prince Zhao already had his own answer, and the stupidity he pretended to be was not really stupid. As a staff member, Meng Duanzhang has seen this and remembered it in his heart.
When it comes to calculations, Prince Zhao is not an idle person who only knows how to walk around the streets.
In this regard, the father and son, King Zhao and his son, were very different. Prince Zhao, who is well-known in the literary world, likes to play with flowers and plants in his palace and play with pen and ink. He is far less leisurely than spending time in the bustling Kyoto.
If it weren't for the talented people in the literary world who always wanted to visit the palace, the people in Kyoto would have long forgotten that there was a King Zhao in Kyoto.
In the inner courtyard of Prince Zhao's Mansion, the Crown Prince of Zhao stood aside. The only one in the palace who could make the Crown Prince so respectful was King Zhao.
He looks like a middle-aged man, his body is a little thin, but upright, and he has a somewhat scholarly temperament, and his clean and fair face will make people think that he must be an easy person to get along with. Indeed, King Zhao is an easy person to get along with, without the majesty and airs of the prince, at least that is what is rumored in the world.
The window in the pavilion was open, facing King Zhao. The wind and snow invaded the pavilion and fell on King Zhao's hair.
There is a piece of rice paper in front of King Zhao. The paper is drawn with a portrait. The delicate brush strokes outline a series of curves. The outline alone is very beautiful, but it is just a portrait.
The shelved brush has been freeze-dried by the cold wind, which shows that the owner of the brush has no intention to continue painting. The blank space on the facial features will make people imagine that this is a beautiful woman.
The prince has long been accustomed to it. His father has always drawn such a portrait without facial features since he was a child.
When he was a child, he asked once: "Is this my mother?"
His father was noncommittal and continued to paint every day. Such paintings filled the entire pavilion and could be clearly seen everywhere. It's just that the blank space in the outline requires you to use your imagination.
Until one day, his father burned all the paintings and wiped them clean. He didn't know why, but he cried: "Don't burn my mother."
After that, he saw that after his father finished painting, the fine rice paper would turn into ashes.
Prince Zhao stared at the portrait that was wet with snow, wondering when the painting in front of him would turn into ashes.
"Father, what do you think?" Prince Zhao said respectfully.
King Zhao turned his back to him, seeming to be seriously thinking about the prince's strategy. This pavilion is the tallest in the palace. Looking out the window is the opposite door of Prince Zhao's Palace - the Prince's Palace.
King Zhao was silent, as if he couldn't make up his mind, and finally said: "You can make the decision on all matters in the house. There is no need to ask me for my opinion again."
Prince Zhao looked like he had guessed it a long time ago, and then exited the pavilion. He knew that his father would not want him to disturb him.
"Sir, please make arrangements. Find some people, leave some corpses, and be more careful with the fake ones." Prince Zhao said as he walked away.
Standing in the pavilion, already shivering with cold, Meng Duanzhang stammered in response, and began to think about which unlucky guy should be found to guard the inner courtyard tonight?
"Corpse? Since you're going to die, you can't be too powerful. There should be some wine bags and rice bags in the palace." Meng Duanzhang was not surprised at all by Prince Zhao's ruthlessness.
It is the right of these royal clan members to decide life and death in one sentence. Meng Duanzhang could accept it as long as he was not the one who died.
Meng Duanzhang retreated, leaving Prince Zhao to walk alone under the snow. He looked up towards the highest pavilion in the inner courtyard, saw the figure of King Zhao, and then looked at the place where King Zhao's eyes fell. It's just that he can't see through the courtyard wall and can't cross the barrier of the courtyard wall like King Zhao.
In Prince Zhao's memory, this pavilion did not exist. Later, King Zhao built a lot of construction in the inner courtyard, and there was a pavilion that could overlook the entire palace.
The older he grew, the more he understood that this pavilion was not based on King Zhao's love for architecture, but was just high enough to see the entire palace opposite.
"Huh." Prince Zhao sneered. He couldn't guess what his father was thinking.
"Someone is coming."
A waiter appeared out of nowhere and appeared beside Prince Zhao.
"No one has been seen entering or exiting the Prince's Palace for a long time. Do you know the reason?"
The waiter said respectfully: "The King of Chu went on patrol in the south and has not yet returned to the capital. I heard that the young King of Chu has made meritorious service in the army. The King of Chu should bring him back to the capital to receive a reward."
The King of Chu refers to the word "King Side by Side", and using the country name "Chu" as the title shows his dignity.
The waiter didn't know why his master suddenly became concerned about the current situation of the palace opposite him, but he knew his master's temperament, and he would inevitably be scolded if he couldn't answer. Therefore, on weekdays, he often inquired about news from various families to be prepared.
"Little King Chu?" Prince Zhao muttered these three words softly, and then asked: "Is that the child who was rescued from Wanjun back then? He should be eighteen years old now."
Prince Zhao's tone was as if he was casually commenting on a junior. In fact, he was only a few years older than the young King of Chu.
Naturally, the waiter did not dare to say this, and followed the words of Prince Zhao and replied: "Exactly. If the young King of Chu sees the crown prince, he should call him brother."
Prince Zhao laughed, but his laughter did not make anyone happy.
