"I will return to the imperial capital tomorrow to resume my duties."
After taking a sip of the wine in his hand, Wen Jirou said to the person sitting opposite him.
Baili County at night is surrounded by lights of all colors, making it more lively than during the day.
Next to the lake is Huaxi Restaurant, the most popular restaurant in Baili County.
Selected from those who are graceful and deep green, and who return to the city in a daze, they are all from the Huanhua River Committee.
There is a pavilion made of green bamboo behind the building.
Green bamboo is used as the railing, and the curtains hang lightly. The sound of the piano in Huaxi Tower seems to be slowly blown into the pavilion by the wind.
This is the most unique feature of Huaxi Tower, it is hidden and has excellent scenery.
Rich young men and young ladies like to book it here so they can enjoy the spring night view without the noise around them.
There were several ordinary side dishes to go with wine on an aoki wine table.
Opposite the man in a plain white long brocade suit, a man in his early twenties, handsome but looking a little sickly, was sitting on a wooden wheelchair.
He did not pick up his chopsticks. The wine glass was placed in front of him. The liquid in the glass did not disappear at all. Only the person opposite drank alone.
"I will report the merits of Yunzhong City to the Holy One."
"The eldest princess suddenly disappeared, but what happened to the grand master?"
Wen Jirou smiled half-heartedly: "Is this important?"
"unimportant."
Ranchen looked at him.
Wen Jirou's eyes revealed a faint pink color. If it weren't for such a close distance, you wouldn't be able to notice the difference between his eyes and others.
He thought of the battle in the forest last night.
The cooperative relationship between Yunzhong City and the imperial court has lasted for decades. But within the past few decades, the throne had already changed hands, and Master also passed the position of Yunzhong City to him.
To be honest, he was not sure whether the original balance between him and the New Emperor could still be maintained.
The larger Yunzhong City's network of connections in the world is, it means that there are more and more people in the world who are wary of them.
It is impossible for the court not to be afraid of them.
Therefore, they did not have complete confidence in surrounding Chanli last night, especially Master Wen, who could not be fully trusted.
But things went beyond their expectations.
As expected, there were only four dead soldiers left by the eldest princess beside Chanli.
After Nan Liluo hit one of them with his sword, the smell of blood instantly filled the nostrils of everyone present.
The death of their companions did not cause any panic to the remaining three dead soldiers, but instead further stimulated their determination to break out of the encirclement.
There is only one order when a dead soldier is training, and that is to risk his life every time.
Nan Liluo, Feng Fanxiao and Mo Ningyi knew that they could not delay fighting such a person and could only fight quickly.
The three people exchanged looks and were about to take action——
Pyr —
A high-pitched whistle sounded from the forest.
Through the gaps in the forest, it penetrates into everyone's ears.
As if they had received some special instructions, the three dead men looked at each other, took something out of their arms and threw it on the ground.
boom--
A burst of white smoke rose into the sky.
Before the three of them could react, their eyes were blurred by the white mist.
The moment the white mist rose, Nan Liyu used the strength of his toes to instantly reach Chanli's side.
The white mist dissipated, and there were no traces of the three of them.
"The matter has been resolved. The Holy Spirit doesn't care about the process."
Wen Jirou placed the wine glass in her hand on the table.
"The city lord probably won't care too much."
Wen Jirou stood up, patted the wrinkled clothes on her body, and bowed to Ranchen.
"It's already dark, farewell."
He turned around and walked out. When he left the pavilion, he paused and turned slightly sideways.
"I believe the owner of the village will make his own decision on how to deal with everyone in Tianma Temple."
After Wen Jirou walked away from the pavilion, a man in dark green clothes stepped in.
"How about the cicada ceremony?"
"After he knew that the eldest princess betrayed his whereabouts and transferred all the dead soldiers away, he stopped saying a word."
"The word love is so disturbing to people's souls. A fourth prince would go to such an extent for a woman, but how much true love does the eldest princess have for him?"
Ranchen sighed and wanted to pick up the wine glass in front of him, but Nan Liyu immediately reached out to block it.
"Miss Gu said that you should not drink alcohol."
Ranchen laughed dumbly: "I forgot."
"Sir, how should we deal with Chanli?"
"He is the fourth prince of Dongyue Kingdom. It is not appropriate for the court to come forward. Send someone to send him back to Dongyue." Ranchen paused. "Although he did not hurt anyone in Da Zhou, the relationship between him and the former prince of Dongyue I can't escape the relationship even if I die. Returning to my hometown can be regarded as an explanation of my past."
"Yes, I will take care of the remaining people in Tianma Temple."
"good."
"By the way, with the news coming from Shuiyunjian, they may have traced the news about Miss Gu's brother."
"where?"
"Southern Xinjiang."
Southern Xinjiang? Ran Chen had some surprises when he actually got involved with Nanjiang.
"Where are Miss Gu and the others now?"
"The sword wound on Li Luo's right shoulder is a bit deep. I should be treating him at the moment."
***
A pair of watery eyes twinkled, a pair of small dimples loomed on the fleshy cheeks, and the white skin was like a freshly peeled egg.
He held his chubby face with both hands and lay on the tea table, his big eyes staring motionlessly at the pastries placed in front of him.
Opposite the tea table, a man in purple clothes and white hair looked at him with smiling eyes.
After a while, he stretched out his hand and picked up the top piece of pastry on the plate with his thumb and index finger, and handed it to him.
"Are you hungry?"
After swallowing, Abao still shook his head like a rattle.
My mother said that except for the wet nurse and her, no one can eat the food given by anyone, especially strangers.
His mother was as beautiful as a fairy, but he could not see her often. He firmly believed that as long as he could obediently do what his mother told him, her mother would be able to see him often.
Wen Jirou put the pastry in her hand back to its original place, took out the brocade handkerchief in her arms and wiped the crumbs of pastry left on her fingertips.
"The eldest princess has taught you well. What is your name?"
Abao blinked his big eyes and looked at the man in front of him. For a moment, he felt that this man was as good-looking as his mother.
"Abao."
Wen Jirou looked at the brocade handkerchief after wiping her hands, thought about it, and threw it on the table in disgust. She stretched out her hand to the doll opposite: "Abao, then I will take you to find your mother." How about kissing me?"
As soon as little Abao heard that he could see his mother, he immediately nodded happily and stretched out his arms, wanting to be hugged by the person in front of him.
Wen Jirou, who seemed unapproachable to outsiders, didn't know why, but today she was so patient with a little guy. Without any hesitation, he stood up and picked up A Bao.
Po giggled in his arms.
The two of them walked through the corridor together and came to the room at the end.
Pushing open the room, he saw the woman sitting by the window inside. Abao struggled to jump out of Wen Jirou's arms, and plunged into the woman's arms three steps and two steps at a time.
"Mother."
A soft and waxy voice came from the woman's clothes.
The woman gently stroked Abao's furry head with her hand and said coldly: "The Grand Master keeps his promise."
Wen Jirou rubbed her nose and sat down on the chair at the other end of the room.
"I've always been a man of my word."
The room suddenly shook, and the sound of rushing rivers came from outside the window. They were actually in bed.
"The princess really surprised me."
In the blue and white porcelain vase on the table, a camellia was dangling, as if it was about to fall down with the porcelain vase at any time.
"Mother's love is so great. It can actually make the princess surrender voluntarily."
"--"
"I heard that Chanli has never said anything since he found out that the princess betrayed him."
Wen Jirou looked at Xiao Changmeng, wanting to see if she felt any different after hearing the news about Chanli.
Xiao Changmeng's hand touching Abao paused for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant.
"His skills are inferior to those of others, so I naturally have nothing to say. How will you deal with him?"
"The fourth prince of Dongyue Kingdom should naturally return to Dongyue Kingdom, and he--"
Wen Jirou glanced at the child lying between Xiao Changmeng's legs. Abao was still young and had not seen her mother for a long time. At this moment, under the caress of her mother's hands, she was gradually feeling sleepy. Xiao Changmeng hugged him into his arms, allowing him to have a more comfortable position.
"What do you want?" Xiao Changmeng's arms around Abao tightened unconsciously.
"If this child returns to the palace, I'm afraid the Holy One will not let him go."
"You promised me!"
Xiao Changmeng said angrily in a low voice. She did not dare to speak too loudly for fear of disturbing A Bao in her arms, but a wave of anger could not control the rise from her dantian, and she couldn't help but drink out in a low voice. .
"Princess, don't get angry in a hurry." Wen Jirou stretched out her hand to hold the blue and white porcelain vase on the table, and took out the camellia inside, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it. It can be said that the scent of camellia is overflowing, this one The smell of flowers is really light.
"Whatever I promised to the princess, I will naturally do it. As long as the princess keeps her promise. When she arrives in the imperial capital, the Holy One will only see the princess. No one will know about this child."
"Wen Jirou, what do you want?"
"Your Highness Princess, do you know that you are very similar to the Holy One? It should be said that the Holy One is very similar to you."
Wen Jirou held the flower in her right hand and held the petals in her left hand. She picked them off one by one. The crimson petals fell to the ground along her fingertips. Following the rocking ship, some even fell to Xiao Changmeng. feet.
"You are all equally ruthless and decisive in doing things, but you lost to him in one thing." In Wen Jirou's hands, only a bare flower stem was left in the hands of the camellia in a moment. She inserted the flower branch back into the porcelain vase, trying to get rid of it. He took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped his fingers that were stained red by the flower juice. Just then he remembered that he had thrown the brocade handkerchief on the table just now because he was wiping the pastry crumbs. Wen Zhirou looked at her fingers with regret, if she had known that just now she would not Throw the brocade handkerchief away.
"Why did I lose to Xiao Yanjing?"
"Be kind. The princess is cruel, but she is a woman after all. She is still soft-hearted towards her own flesh and blood, but the Holy One will not."
"Hahahahahaha," Xiao Changmeng suddenly laughed. A Bao in her arms was awakened by her actions and started to cry with some fear, but Xiao Changmeng just hugged him tighter, "Mrs. Wen Master, you really know Xiao Yanjing very well. Yes, he is more ruthless than me. For his own benefit, he will not even spare his own flesh and blood."
"Wen Jirou, although you are ruthless, I bet that you are a person who keeps your promises. I will hand over the twelve dead men to you. I only hope that you can keep your promise and protect my son's safety."
