Jinguo, the palace on the outskirts of Kyoto.

In the past, the Empress Dowagers in the palace always had some boring in the palace, and they would build some palaces outside the palace to let the emperor and the masters come out to relax and relax. Later, in the palace, some of the distinguished and noble people made mistakes. If you can't sin, you will be sent directly to the palace, where you will live forever.

Some of the princes who were abandoned by the cold will sometimes be sent to the palace, like the ink-capped sinister who was enthroned in less than a year.

"Is it possible to come to the mountains to collect medicines today?" The quiet and quiet mountain middle courtyard, only a few days before the heavy snow, not far from the hills, the snow has not yet gone, far away There is no such thing. There is an octagonal pavilion in the small courtyard. Two men are playing in the pavilion. One of them is Mo Ronghui who has lived here for several years.

It is called Lu Gongzhi that is called Lingonggong.

He heard the question of Mo Ronghui, and he smiled a little. "The disease on the slave is only to take medicine in the mountains, otherwise it will be bad this winter."

Lu Yizhi's martial arts are completely abolished, and the whole body meridians are seriously injured. It used to be in the cold winter, and it is okay to be in the cold winter. Now he can only wrap a thick mane coat, and his hands and feet are not warm.

"It seems unusual to see the father-in-law's illness." Mo Ronghui is now a man who has lived for a long time. Probably because he has lived in the palace for too many years, he seems to have been more reduced than before. It looks just like ordinary. Son.

Lu Yizhi and Mo Ronghui have been in contact for half a year. He deliberately wanted to approach Mo Ronghui. From the moment he came to Kyoto, he took the ink of his face as his chess piece. He used to see him. Over the ink, the thousands of thousands of people who loved the Prince of God in the past, no one, arrogant and arrogant, and now imprisoned here for a few years, but not when the prince is arrogant and high.

This kind of ink Ronghui lacks sharpness and cannot be used for him.

"The disease of the minion is hurt by people." Lu Yizhi whispered, half a year ago, he set up a rescue of the ink-stricken Murong Hui, only to finally enter this palace, but in the eyes of Mo Ronghui He is only the dowry general of Wang Hao, and has nothing to do with all the past grievances of Jin Guo, so he will talk freely with himself.

Mo Ronghui did not ask who injured him like this. The extension is from the general manager of Qi Guolai. I want to come to Qi State and suffer from it. Today, "Is your illness better? You can get it today. medicine?"

"The snow is too thick." Lu Yizhi whispered, moving a chess piece in his hand, "Going up the mountain in two days."

"What medicine do you need? Maybe..." Mo Ronghui originally wanted to say that people would help him find it. After he spoke, he remembered that he couldn’t even get out here, let alone help others. "I have forgotten, now I am nothing."

Lu Yanzhi looked at Mo Ronghui's calm and calm look. It seems that he was already under house arrest. There was a darkness in the depths of his eyes. "Your identity will not change. People who have followed you and respect you will still wait for you. ""

Mo Ronghui's face changed slightly. He looked at Lu Yan's eyes and his voice was cold. "It's not early, Lin Gonggong should go back to the city."

"It is true that the slaves should go back." Lu Yizhi nodded with a smile. He put the pieces in his hand into the porcelain bowl and slowly stood up. "One thing, I have forgotten to tell the Prince."

"If it's not a matter of special importance, you don't have to say it." Murong Hui whispered. For many years, he has long forgotten his life in the palace and forgot his other identity. So, He does not want someone to break his current calm life.

Lu Yan’s dedication to the ceremony, a few steps and could not help but turn back, “Is the Prince heard of Lu Hao?”

"I haven't heard of it." Mo Ronghui said faintly that he is now trapped in jail. The news outside is that he wants to check it, not to mention who is Lu Hao.

A few years ago, he had the opportunity to go out, but unfortunately he did not know where it was, and Murong Cham was unhappy, and he was completely under house arrest.

"I heard that Lu Hao and Qin Wangzhen were exactly the same." Lu Yan said faintly, and then regardless of the reaction of Mo Ronghui, he has left the palace.

Mo Ronghui stood in the same place and looked exactly the same as Ye Hao...

He remembered the woman she saw in the little forest three years ago, and that was Lu Hao.

What is her relationship with Ye Hao?

......

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Lu Yizhi returned to the palace, but he did not enter the gate and heard that Wang Hao was going to another hospital.

"Maybe the two women from South Vietnam are coming." Luo Cheng whispered behind him.

"I will go and see." Lu Yan's faint smile, the two women came very fast, and thought that they would be able to enjoy the prosperity of the city when they arrived in Kyoto.

On the other side of the room, Zhao Ning looked at the two women squatting in front of her with a blank expression. She had seen a woman who looked like a enchanting woman. When she was in the foreign guest house, the Liuqiaoer was like this. Make a pie.

They said that they were waiting for the prince in South Vietnam. It was the prince who asked them to come to Kyoto to serve.

Serving the ink-filled...

These two women are the reasons why he refused to return in South Vietnam?

"Wang Hao, the slave is called Qiu Qiu, you are our sister in the future, the slaves give you a hoe." The woman in pink clothes has a pair of fine white skin, a pair of eyes are watery, like a hook, even though it is squatting Zhao Ning salutes, but did not see a little respect.

Zi Yan drunk her, "Let's let go, what is your low-lying status, and is also worthy of being compared with Wang Xi's sister?"

The Qiuqiu committee succumbed to bowing his head, but he thought that Wang Hao was very great? Wang Ye did not return to Kyoto in a year.

"Take them down." Zhao Ning only felt that they all made her eyes hurt, and even her heart hurt.

She would also find reasons for Murong, and find an excuse. He may be really busy in South Vietnam. She never dared to think about other things. The truth is like this.

"Wang Hao." Zi Yan looked at her, just let go of these two little monks?

Zhao Ning has always been strong and has no tears. He said coldly, "Let the lord come back and arrange."

"Come and bring them down." Li Wei called out to the next man.

Waiting to take the two women down, Zhao Ning only patted the table heavily, the tears in his eyes were spinning, he was not coming back for other women...

"He is for another woman..." Zhao Ning's voice choked, "Purple, is things packed?"

"Wang Hao, it is almost dark, will you leave the city outside this time?" Zi Yan asked hesitantly.

Zhao Ning felt that he didn't want to stay in this palace for a moment, "Go!"

"Wang Hao..." Lu Yanzhi's figure appeared.