"In the beginning, the people in Wugong Mountain loved Jingyi, but Jingyi was not happy. The people in Wugong Mountain, relying on their martial arts skills, wanted to seize Jingyi, but were intercepted by Jingcheng on their way back. Shanren was defeated by Jingcheng and was defeated."
"Records of Forgotten Things" is written clearly, but there is no mention of the relationship between Wugong Shanren and Luo Fanxi.
If Luo Fanxi's handwriting was really forged by Wugong Shanren, then there must be an extremely deep connection between the two.
"This martial arts mountain man is really not a simple person. He is actually related to Mrs. Jingyi and the master. It seems that this trip to the martial arts mountain is really a must."
While Ye Wumian was thinking about it, he heard a group of people from Liu Feng's group change a new topic and start discussing in detail.
"By the way, speaking of Luo Fanxi, it seems that he is still the father of today's bride. How could His Highness Prince Ji be so confused that he dares to accept the daughter of a person like Luo Fanxi who is colluding with the rebels as his granddaughter-in-law? ?”
"That's because His Highness Shisun fell in love with this girl at first sight. According to Xin Zhixing, the junior sister next to His Highness Shisun, His Highness Shisun fell in love with this Concubine at first sight. The two met by chance, and His Highness Shisun wanted to When I learned about this girl's whereabouts, I sent my best generals to inquire about her. Then, I even cried and made a fuss in front of His Highness King Ji, saying harsh words that I would not marry this girl unless she was right."
"The rumors I heard are consistent with what this young man said. His Highness Prince Ji lost his son in middle age. With only such a grandson, he is naturally extremely doting on him. He gets wind and rain when he wants. It’s up to him to go. It must be easy for His Highness Prince Ji to cover up the bride’s disgraceful identity.”
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Listening to these discussions on a sleepless night, I recalled some of the previous details. He secretly said: "The second time I met Zhu Houmao, he was asking me about the whereabouts of the young lady."
At that time, Xin Zhixing bluntly said that Zhu Houmao had an admiration for Luo Xiangzhu.
"The young lady I miss so much is so coveted by others, yet I can safely keep her in the Tan Mansion. How heartbroken I am!" Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and drank the wine in the glass.
The noise in my ears stopped for a moment. He was immersed in self-blame and was in a daze until someone patted him on the back.
Looking back, Chan Yi finally appeared.
"Nvxia Amien, my lady is ready."
At this time, the sky had completely darkened, but Chanyi's eyes were like a bright lamp, illuminating the desolation of the sleepless night.
He stood up quietly, but he was already extremely excited. He nodded slightly amidst the noise and said, "Well, you take me there."
Fortunately, the palace was not as strictly managed as outside the palace. When Ye Wumian left the banquet, he was not questioned by anyone.
Only a few maidservants collected the remains of the food he had eaten, put them on a plate, and sent them to the kitchen to pour out the swill.
Ye Wumian followed Chan Yi, walking slowly and slowly, feeling the surrounding environment from the corner of his eyes.
Occasionally, you will see one or two hidden whistles lurking in corners such as roofs and eaves. Cold and dangerous eyes, looking around.
Ye Wumian tried his best to hide the aura of Nitong Realm and buried his head, so he never attracted the attention of these secret whistlers.
Walking into a deserted courtyard, a "Prince's maid" walked towards her, carrying a bucket and shaking her head.
Ye Wumian and Chan Yi were overjoyed and pretended not to have seen it. They continued to step forward and collided with the bucket. Their clothes were wet by the water in the bucket.
Chan Yi said angrily: "Ah! Sister, how could you be so careless and kill me coldly!"
Ye Wumian also pretended to say: "But what should we do? But I didn't bring any change of clothes."
The "Prince's maid" coughed for a while and then said: "But there is no need to be so flustered. There is the laundry room for the servants of the Prince's palace next to it. You two can go inside and pick out two items to change into. That's fine."
Ye Wumian was so stunned that there was no one around, so he stopped making fun and walked directly into the laundry room, found a clean maid's clothes and put them on.
When he put it on, Chan Yi had already changed his clothes. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the two of them didn't dare to delay. They walked out of the room and met up with the "Prince's maid" and headed towards their destination together.
This "Prince's maid" is naturally Lin Yuchui.
According to Ye Wumian's plan, Lin Yuzhui and Chan Yi first entered the house in the name of relatives of the Tan family and found out the location of Luo Xiangzhu's bridal chamber.
After that, Lin Yuzhui managed to change into the maid's clothes, and then summoned Ye Wumian, causing a farce of accidentally getting his clothes wet, which also caused him and Chan Yi to change their faces.
The three of them all disguised themselves as maids from the palace, so walking in the palace was naturally much more convenient. I went to look for Luo Xiangzhu as the following person. If I was questioned, I could use the excuse that I was serving the bride. As long as the calculation is done mentally but not intentionally, it won't be too suspicious.
As for why Ye Wumian didn't pursue the two of them with Lin Yu, and infiltrated into the palace as Tan at the same time, after all, it was because of his special status that people with discerning eyes would notice something unusual, which would not be good.
At that time, he happened to have an invitation from Xiao Qianyun of Lang Hai Yidao in his hand, which could come in handy.
From this, there was the scene just now.
At this time, the sky was dim, and the lights in the palace were just beginning to light up, but in the courtyard where the servants lived, there were only a few stars, and it was like a blind man exploring the road.
Ye Wumian felt relieved and thought: "The night is so dark, we must have left without anyone seeing us changing clothes just now."
It was a wise move to choose to disguise yourself here. Everywhere else in the palace, there must be a sentry every five steps and a post every ten steps, with more eyes than flies.
There was only a servant's residence. Since there were no important personnel and no important and precious things, there was naturally no strong force stationed there, so the three of them successfully changed their appearance.
. . .
The further we go, the more people there are, the brighter the lights, and the more extraordinary the excitement becomes.
I had no sleep at night and didn’t know the wedding customs in Changsha, but I saw along the way, people setting off fireworks, admiring lanterns, reciting poems and composing poems, singing about wine, pouring pots and pouring wine, making tea fights, making inscriptions on paper, and guessing lantern riddles. There are all kinds of things that are painted on the face and played with. It is dazzling and can be said to be dizzying.
Some people even imitated the elegance of the former Emperor Zhengde and set up several stalls to sell goods, call customers, and haggle over prices, creating a worldly scene in the market where people care about every detail and spend every penny.
If it were normal times, I would stop sleeping all night and participate in all kinds of tricks and prosperity.
But today, Luo Xiangzhu's safety depends entirely on this moment. If she stops for a moment, the beauty may die.
He didn't dare to neglect, so he tried his best to separate the crowd, followed Lin Yuzhui and Chan Yi, and looked around the inner house.
When we arrived at the door of the inner house, there was someone guarding us. The soldiers are majestic and powerful, and the blades in their hands are bright and bright, so as to suppress the small ones.
Ye Wumian remembered the pain of being unable to enter the door twice before, and couldn't help but sweat again.
Sure enough, the leading soldier thrust his knife forward and shouted sternly: "What are you doing? The front is the inner chamber. How can I let you in?"
