The Ruzi Pavilion gathers virtuous scribes, the sons of the ministers, in fact, to train the team for Zhan Changfeng, so every afternoon she will take an hour to go to the Ruzi Pavilion to listen to the lectures with the sons of the ministers and exchange feelings.

On this day, there was another person in the Ruzi Pavilion, a nine-year-old child with pure eyes, pretending to be calm to give a salute to the teacher, and greeting his classmates, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

And in the afternoon, Zhan Changfeng came over, and after a group of people greeted him, he came out of the crowd, "Li Mao's son Li Chonghua, knock on His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Li Chonghua, the youngest son of An Guogong, is also Li Yunqiu's nephew.

Zhan Changfeng cared a few words lightly, and sat down to listen. The progress of the Ruzi Pavilion was too slow for her, and what she learned was not of the same grade, so she was relieved from the heavy schoolwork of the Jinglun Hall to rest.

The afterglow of the setting sun crossed the edge of the window, dusk.

Mr. explained some schoolwork, bent down to Zhan Changfeng to show respect, Zhan Changfeng stood up with all the students, lowered his hand and bowed his head to send Mr. off.

"Your Highness, don't catch a cold. ”

After going around for more than half a year and winter again, the chief manager unfolded the cloak of the silver fox jacquard and wrapped it around her shoulders, "Madame, please go to Yongxiu Palace for dinner." ”

Zhan Changfeng lived in Weiyang, East Palace, and Li Yunqiu did not live with her, but lived in Yongxiu Palace as the prince's biological mother.

Yongxiu Palace also came, and invited Li Chonghua, who had just stepped out of the door.

The chief steward bowed down and asked, "Your Highness can go with Gongzi Li?"

Li Chonghua looked at it and looked a little pitiful.

"I'm still lonely, I'll go back when it's time for dinner. Zhan Changfeng glanced over the faces of the chief manager and Li Chonghua and got into the soft sedan chair.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion contains the 800-year history of the Yin Dynasty.The 3,000-year-old civilization of the land of Shenzhou is the important place of the country.

Except for the old emperor and her, no one could read the classical books in it.

She walked into the pavilion alone, the windows obscured by the wooden shelves of bookshelves that connected to the roof, occasionally leaking in a few rays of light, and dust drifting inside.

The air was filled with the unique smell of old ink on the pages, and tens of thousands of classics surrounded her like a vast sea of smoke, making people feel small.

She stepped up the narrow ladder, turned the corridor that hung like a plank road, came to a bookshelf, untied the secret top, and entered the secret room.

This secret room hides the secrets of the past dynasties of the land of Shenzhou, and it is a secret that only the Son of Heaven can know.

Every secret is enough to turn history upside down and cause turmoil.

The old emperor was worried that his time was short, so he told her about this place early.

But it was the first time she came.

The mountain weighed on her heart, so that she couldn't help but care, such a mysterious and strange thing, maybe only here can give her an answer.

On the wall of the chamber was the pearl of the night, like day, and she sat on the futon to read the secrets that no one knew, and did not leave until the sky was completely lowered.

The cold shattered the depression in her heart, Zhan Changfeng looked back at the Hidden Scripture Pavilion standing in the darkness, lowered her eyes again, and a piece of snow melted between her fingers.

Yongxiu Palace

The beauty in the palace costume is elegant and cold, with slightly sideways eyes, like a snow lotus blowing by the wind on the top of the mountain, gentle and smiling, like a ray of heavenly light urging the flower of independence in the world.

Zhan Changfeng rarely saw his mother so gentle, even in the face of her, he was more stern than caring.

She looked at Li Chonghua, no doubt he amused his mother.

Her arrival made the originally warm and affectionate atmosphere stagnant, and Li Chonghua got off the beauty couch in a restrained manner, "See His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Zhan Changfeng bowed his head slightly and greeted Li Yunqiu.

"Your Highness, come and sit down. ”

Li Yunqiu never called her name and small characters, even if the small characters were taken by her.

After asking about the homework as usual, Li Yunqiu said, "You should also choose a scholar to study with, and let Chonghua take the role, he is the same age as you, and he is still your cousin, so your family can rest assured." ”

"As far as I know, I was born on the same day and year as him, and the hours are not much different, and it is not certain who is older and who is smaller. ”

Zhan Changfeng was somewhat imperial, and he couldn't agree with his family's statement, so he casually refuted it.

But seeing Li Yunqiu's cold face, he was a little helpless. Xu is because of her personality and identity, the mother and daughter have more respect than each other, and the intimacy is insufficient.

Sometimes Zhan Changfeng also feels guilty, the palace is so big, so deep, his mother has only been alone for many years, and there is no one around him, how can he be lonely.

It's a pity that she can't do it on Chenghuan's knees, and she can't make her happy.

Zhan Changfeng chose to compromise, "Tomorrow, I will recommend Li Chonghua to the emperor's grandfather." ”

The attribution of the crown prince's companion is not a trivial matter, and if there is no accident, this person will go in and out with her in the future and become her confidant.

The palace people came to invite them to eat, there were not many dishes, they were homely, and the big maid beside Li Yunqiu said in a timely manner, "This is all made by Mrs. herself according to your taste." ”

Zhan Changfeng was slightly surprised, and his heart softened, "Mother Lao." ”

Li Yunqiu looked at the two children, one was calm and noble, and the other didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and looked at her timidly with big eyes.

She frowned without a trace, "Let's eat." ”

Official Road

Mei Yichi turned into a change of clothes and left Xifeng City with Ling Huaizhi for ten days, and he traveled one-ninth of the way.

Mei Yichi originally rode a horse, but later Ling Huaizhi got a carriage and forced him to sit in it.

"How dare the minister let His Highness be exposed to the wind and the sun. At that time, Ling Huaizhi said this, and there was indescribable pride in his eyes.

When he heard the accompanying guards praise Ling Gongzi's meticulousness and thoughtfulness, he seemed to understand something.

The wheels rolled, Mei Yichi lifted the curtain, and saw the corpses half-hidden in the snow on the side of the road, endless and endless.

"His Royal Highness Emperor Ji, is there something wrong?" Ling Huaizhi drove his horse closer.

"A lot of people died. ”

"yes. Ling Huaizhi responded and reconciled twice, which was not strange.

A group of homeless people jumped out of the woods, dressed in tattered clothes, holding shovels and sticks, shivering from the cold, while staring at Ling Huaizhi and the others who were dressed in rich and noble clothes, and rolled their throats as their eyes swept over the sturdy horses.

"Leave the money and horses, or don't blame us for killing people without eyes!"

Ling Huaizhi stopped Mei Yichi, who was about to get out of the car, "Rabble, don't worry, Your Highness, you just have to stay in peace." ”

Mei Yichi has been cultivating for thousands of years, not involved in secular cause and effect, regardless of human affairs, and wants to get out of the car to stop the dispute, but he just thinks that he is playing Yi Shang.

Ling Huaizhi didn't let him move, and he didn't force it, so he sat in the car and waited for it to end.

The homeless people are indeed vulnerable, but there are many of them, and they are all ruthless for food, and many of the guards are injured.

And because the war on Yi Shang's side was tight, how could he send soldiers to escort them, and only a dozen or so men were assigned to act as guards.

As a result, the losses of the convoy are a bit larger.

Mei Yichi looked at Ling Huaizhi's face full of victory and was puzzled, "If I make a move, I can solve them alone, why don't you let me out?"

Ling Huaizhi's expression froze, and his blood suddenly became cold.

Mortals are so strange, Mei Yichi put down the curtain and recited the Sutra of the Past Life.

Most of the people who died during the war were in vain, and they all experienced all kinds of pain before their deaths, and obsessions are easy to stay in the world, breeding evil ghosts and ghosts, and disturbing the balance of heaven and earth.