When the sky just turned pale, Gu Jianghe and Wen Jirou were ready to hit the road.
Looking at Wen Jirou who unconsciously scratched her cheek, Gu Jianghe and Jiu Xia couldn't help but snicker.
"What are you laughing at?" Wen Jirou said angrily, touching the gray beard on his lips. At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, he was no longer a handsome man, but a man with gray hair and a beard. old man.
"Brother Wen, who made your hair so white? If you go back to the Central Plains like this, people will probably recognize you in two days. Our girl has thought about it for several days and figured out such a solution."
When they decided to return to the Central Plains, Wen Jirou's white hair became a big problem for them. Although Chixuezhi cured his photophobia, his long hair could never turn back to black.
"If it doesn't work, I can just shave it off." Wen Jirou looked at his white hair nonchalantly. This white hair had brought him too many hardships since he was a child, so he didn't care much about it. Feeling nostalgic for it, "I can just pretend to be a wandering monk."
"That doesn't have to be the case," Gu Jianghe touched his chin and thought, "We can dress you up like an old man, so you don't have to shave your head."
Who gave her such a unique appearance? Wen Jirou let out a long sigh.
Gu Jianghe took the lead in riding his horse and led Jiu Xia away along the road. Wen Jirou immediately jumped on the horse and caught up with the two of them without any hesitation. The wind caused by riding the horse blew the hem of Gu Jianghe's clothes back, which seemed to indicate her happy mood invisibly.
Is she still happy to be able to go back to the Central Plains again?
Wen Jirou couldn't help but wonder, was his trip worth it?
In order to return to the Mingyue Sect for revenge, he worked hard to get to Xiao Yanjing's side and ascended the throne for him by any means necessary. The world only thinks that Xiao Yanjing has a vicious counselor beside him, but only he knows that in terms of scheming, Xiao Yanjing may be slightly inferior to him, a person who has lived in the dark since childhood, but in terms of ruthlessness, his methods are only worse than He is even better as a counselor.
He knew so many secrets about Xiao Yanjing, but he only said that he died in southern Xinjiang. He felt that the current emperor would not be so easy to believe that if he returned to the Central Plains this time, if he was not careful, he might fall into the whirlpool again.
"Have you really thought about it?" He was still distracted when a familiar voice came to his ears.
He suddenly came back to his senses and turned around to meet Gu Jianghe's bright eyes. At some point, she slowed down and waited for him to catch up, "Return to the Central Plains with a dead body. If anyone finds out that you have not If you die, you will get into trouble, right?”
Wen Jirou stroked the horse beneath her with her hand and suddenly smiled: "The Holy Emperor has already regarded me as a thorn in his side. If I don't die, he will find me sooner or later. In this case, why bother to hide? It's better to just do whatever you want." Besides, my albinism has already destined me to not be able to enjoy the blessings of being together. In that case, what’s wrong with us two short-lived people being companions in the world?”
"Huh?" Gu Jianghe was surprised when he heard that, and then he laughed dumbly, "That's right." At first, red blood mushroom cured his Yang fear, but albinism is a congenital disease brought from the mother's womb after all. , are born different from ordinary people. If you really want to enjoy the blessings of ordinary people, the chance can only be said to be slim.
"It's not bad to be your companion in these last years." Gu Jianghe laughed, then galloped out with a whip.
Jiu Xia saw her speeding up and hurriedly chased after her: "Girl, wait for me, be careful."
The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the unique flower fragrance of southern Yunnan was wafting in the wind. Gu Jianghe couldn't help but look sideways at the man beside him while running, and suddenly felt a little confused: When he saw him for the first time, he had never seen him before. I thought that one day I would have such a deep bond with him. If I could come back here with him again, with the green mountains and green waters, and finally sleep here forever, wouldn't I be too regretful?
**
Thousands of miles away in the imperial city, strong sunlight shines through the windows and slants into the Mingyue Palace, hitting the huanghuali table. The bright yellow memorial seems to emit a dazzling sound under the refraction of the light. light.
The person behind the desk did not read the memorial. He was turning a string of crystal clear glass beads between the index finger and thumb of his right hand, as if he was thinking about something thoughtfully.
Li Fuzhen still held his whisk and hurriedly entered from outside the hall, looking very anxious.
"Eunuch Li, being so panicked is not your style."
When Xiao Yanjing heard the footsteps, he just raised his eyelids, glanced at Li Fuzhen, and said calmly.
"Your Majesty, forgive me." His old body made his movements a little slow when he knelt down. "The imperial doctor just came to report that the little prince's body has completely recovered. From now on, he will be no different from other princes."
"The power of Red Blood Zhi really impressed me."
The news of the little prince's recovery didn't seem to arouse much interest in Xiao Yanjing, but he was interested in Scarlet Blood Zhi. When the Red Blood Ganoderma was sent back thousands of miles away, he looked at this inconspicuous Blood Ganoderma and scorned it at first. To be more precise, from the beginning, he had never thought about this legendary Red Ganoderma. What magical effects can blood sesame bring? When Wen Jirou was asked to go to southern Xinjiang, his original intention was to hope that he would never return, but now -
Seeing that Xiao Yanjing didn't say anything to ask him to get up, Li Fuzhen didn't dare to move rashly and just maintained the same posture as before. However, his old body couldn't support him for that long, and there were faint beads of sweat secretly flowing from the back of his neck.
In fact, the more secrets he knew about the emperor, the less he knew his life was not his own. Now he was walking on thin ice, just hoping to live one more day.
But just now Xiao Yanjing's deep black eyes moved slightly, and Li Fuzhen discovered that the Holy Emperor was not actually that concerned about the little prince's illness. On the contrary, he was actually more interested in another thing.
"Your Majesty, I still have something to report. The spies in southern Yunnan sent back news today. They have not relaxed at all for more than a year, but so far they have not found any news about Master Wen. , maybe Taishi Wen has really died in southern Xinjiang."
"Oh?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Xiao Yanjing's mouth, "Eunuch Li, I have known Wen Jirou much longer than you. I know much better than you what kind of person he is. He will die so easily. ?”
When the King of Nanyue sent someone to present half of the red blood mushroom and attached a tearful memorial telling how Master Wen died in southern Xinjiang to obtain the red blood mushroom, Li Fuzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief at that time. He knew that the Holy Master The real purpose of sending Master Wen to southern Yunnan. If Master Wen comes back with red blood mushroom, the Holy Master will probably come up with more ways to deal with him. Now that he is dying thousands of miles away, it is not for a good person. choose.
But Xiao Yanjing didn't think so.
Especially when the imperial doctor discovered that the red blood mushroom actually had a miraculous effect on the little prince's congenital disease.
"King Nanyue is an old fox. None of the spies I have sent over the years have come back alive. Most of them have been killed by him. Now that Wen Jirou is sent there, it is he who returns the news of Scarlet Blood Zhi and his death, but he But we can’t bring back Wen Jirou’s body. If Wen Jirou is not dead, then the most likely possibility is that he is in cahoots with King Nanyue.”
Although he has always disliked the emperor's uncle who was thousands of miles away, on the one hand he only showed off his power in his own territory, and on the other hand he had made the defense of southern Yunnan watertight, making it impossible for him to attack. Over the years, he seemed to have let King Nanyue off intentionally or unintentionally, but if he really ended up in a nest with Wen Ji Rou, then he would really be asking for his own death.
Wen Jirou, Wen Jirou, are you alive or dead? Heavy thoughts appeared in Xiao Yanjing's brows. When this strange white-haired man appeared, he himself was full of doubts about him, but he seemed to He appeared out of thin air, and no matter how many people there were, they couldn't find out any details about him.
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, if you want to survive from this desperate situation, the only way is to ascend to the supreme position. Now you have nothing to lose, so why not try my method?"
When the enchanting man with long snow-white hair said these words to him, he admitted that his heart was moved.
"Why are you helping me?"
"His Ninth Highness is different from your idiot brothers. You have the appearance of an emperor. I believe in my vision." The pair of pale pink eyes smiled faintly. "As long as His Highness Ninth ascends the throne, he will give me the rights of one person." .”
Xiao Yanjing's right hand suddenly tightly grasped the glass bead in his hand, and the clear bead seemed to be embedded in his flesh.
Wen Jirou, if you stay in the palace peacefully, I have said that I will protect your rights and wealth for the rest of your life. If you really collude with King Nanyue, then don’t blame me for being cruel. With your Scheming, I simply don’t believe you will die so easily.
"Eunuch Li, send all the spies out. If Wen Jirou survives, he'd better be a coward in southern Yunnan for the rest of his life. If he steps out of southern Yunnan, don't blame me. "
"Yes." Li Fu got up shakily and was about to leave.
The sunlight outside the window seemed to have moved an inch to the west, and the light that originally shone on the table fell on Xiao Yanjing's body.
The strong reflection blurred his face in the sunlight, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.
"Eunuch Li."
A cold voice came from behind, causing Li Fuzhen's body to tremble suddenly, and he turned around quickly.
"emperor."
"Eunuch Li, you seem to be more and more afraid of me?"
"The Emperor is the most powerful person, and all my servants can only fear you."
In the empty hall, there was only the old man holding a fly whisk, kneeling down tremblingly. His voice echoed on the hanging beam above the hall, and finally fell into the ears of the ninety-five-year-old man in the hall.
"Eunuch Li, you are the person I trust most. You must handle this matter well."
Xiao Yanjing stood up and walked to Li Fuzhen, stretched out his hand to help him up: "Eunuch Li, don't let me down. You want to see people alive, and you want to see the corpse when you die."
"My slave knows."
As the palace door opened and closed, Xiao Yanjing was left alone again.
The smile that was still on his face just now began to fade away, but the glass beads in his hand were spinning faster and faster.
Li Fuzhen has gone through two dynasties, and he knows too many secrets. If Wen Jirou is the thorn in his side that he must get rid of, then Li Fuzhen is the next one.
