The night was getting dark, Yu Zhi turned his head to look at the Pomegranate Lane in the dark night, and flew into the air with a whoosh.

   Standing was too tiring, and sitting was also tiring, Yu Zhi simply lay on the vine. No, not vines anymore, but rattan beds. In order to make Yu Zhi lie comfortably, Xiaolu spawned countless branches to weave a rattan bed.

  Yu Zhi touched Xiaolu's leaves, "Good little green, do you know the way? I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I get there."

   This big-hearted person actually fell asleep, and let Xiaolu carry her to fly, as if she wasn't the one who was so worried that she couldn't sleep.

   Many people are destined to be unable to sleep tonight, and Yuan Wenrui is one of them.

  He tossed and turned on the bed, still wanting to sigh.

  Master Xiaowen has transformed from a former secret agent to the current imperial envoy.

  The emperor issued seven edicts in a row, but the king of Zhenbei ignored them. It can be seen that his opposition has been clearly revealed.

  Master Xiaowen’s visit, I’m afraid it’s more ominous than good. If such a loyal, courageous and talented person were to be in the northwest at such a young age, this would be a loss to the Daqing Dynasty!

  Yuan Wenrui sighed, then thought again, Mr. Xiaowen was escorted by five hundred soldiers, the king of Zhenbei couldn't be against him in full view, right? Lord Xiaowen is not an ordinary official, he is not only an imperial envoy sent by the emperor, he is also the third son of the Marquis of Wu'an.

  The Wen family is also an established family, and the ancestors also have friendship with the Zhenbei Palace. Maybe King Zhenbei won't embarrass Mr. Xiaowen because of this kind of incense?

   Actually, Yuan Wenrui didn't believe this reason. Who is King Zhenbei? He has been entrenched in the Northwest for so many years, and his cooperation with other races has almost hollowed out the imperial court. He is ruthless, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a hero.

  He hates Master Xiaowen to the bone, and will definitely take this opportunity to kill Master Xiaowen to express his anger.

  Yuan Wenrui couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply got up and went to the study, sighing at the map alone.

  Of course, apart from worry, there is also admiration for Mr. Xiaowen. Knowing that there is a dead end ahead, but resolutely stepping on it, Mr. Xiaowen is a real man!

  The last thing he thought of was Master Xiaowen's Tuogu.

  Who would have thought that Master Xiaowen would drop such a big shocking thunder before leaving? His original words were as follows, "The family of Dong Yu and Zhou Zhou from Pomegranate Lane are my wife and children. For some reasons, they are living abroad. If I can't return safely during this trip to the northwest, I ask Brother Yuan to take care of their mother and son. People, I am very grateful."

  Yuan Wenrui was stunned, and Master Xiaowen left before he recovered from the shock.

  It turns out that Dong Yu's family is Mrs. Xiaowen's wife, so many things before can be easily explained. No wonder Mr. Xiaowen always asked him about Dong's family, and often visited him. He thought Mr. Xiaowen fell in love with Dong's family at first sight, but he didn't expect him to be an old acquaintance.

  As for why Dong Yu’s family lived alone in Ancheng with their children, Yuan Wenrui was not surprised at all. Anyway, he couldn’t escape the words “the right family”.

   It's just to feel sorry for Yu Dong's family. She and Mr. Xiaowen have just reunited, but they are facing an eternal separation.

When Yu Zhi arrived at the Prince Zhenbei's mansion, Wen Jiuxiao was confronting the other members of King Zhenbei, "It's late at night, Mr. Xiao Wen is not in the house to rest, where are you going?" Prince Zhenbei stood in the yard, left and right The two teams of guards lit torches, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime.

  Wen Jiuxiao didn't even think that he could really get away, and said calmly: "The moonlight is good tonight, the lower official can't sleep, so come out to enjoy the moon."

  Admiring the moon? The moonlight is good? Some people can't help but look up to the sky, today is the first day of junior high school, where is the moon coming from? The imperial envoy sent by the imperial court spoke so confidently that they thought they had forgotten the date.

  The king of Zhenbei smiled, and didn't expose his words, "I thought Lord Xiaowen was going to run away."

   "Why do you want to run away as an imperial envoy? Is the prince's suspicion a little serious? Is the official still waiting to go to Beijing with the prince?" Wen Jiuxiao was neither humble nor overbearing.

  Zhenbei stared at Wen Jiuxiao's face with sharp eagle-like eyes, "Young people are awesome! This king has not seen such a talent as Mr. Xiaowen for a long time." He looked quite appreciative.

Wen Jiuxiao looked at him, "That's because the place in the northwest is too small and remote. Even if it's an eagle, if it doesn't go to the sky for a long time, it will become short-sighted if it just flutters in the grove. I have a lot of talents in the Daqing Dynasty. Officials like this don’t know how many people there are, and the lower officials are not even ranked in the Golden Luan Hall. The prince will go to the capital to have a look in person, so he won’t be so emotional.”

   King Zhenbei’s eyes once again flashed admiration. He really appreciates this young man, but it’s a pity that they don’t agree with each other.

   "It's getting late, Mr. Xiaowen, let's go back to the room and rest."

  Wen Jiuxiao didn't move, "What if the lower official doesn't want to?"

   King Zhenbei smiled slightly, "Then I can only offend Lord Xiaowen, come here, and send the imperial envoy back to his room to rest."

   Immediately, someone came towards Wen Jiuxiao, and Wen Jiuxiao's guards stood in front of him, "Bold! Mr. Wen is an imperial envoy, holding a Shangfang sword, and has the right to cut first and then play. Let me see who dares to disrespect the imperial envoy!"

   King Zhenbei's face didn't change a bit, Wen Jiuxiao looked at him, "Is the prince going to reverse?"

"If you want to commit a crime, why do you have nothing to say? Xiao Wen's mouth is as sharp as a knife. He deserves to be the one who can win the first prize. This king is really afraid." He said he was afraid, but his eyes were full of fear. Sneered, "This king is just asking Mr. Xiaowen to rest. This king is concerned about Mr. Xiaowen's body. What does this have to do with whether he is against you or not? This king is an important minister of Daqing. Even if Mr. Xiaowen is an imperial envoy, he can't just say anything. Frame the king?"

   "Before I became an official, I thought that the prince was only brave, but I didn't expect that the ability to beat him up is not bad at all." Wen Jiuxiao insinuated, "You don't need to ask the prince, I will go back by myself."

   Right at this moment, someone hurried over and whispered a few words into King Zhenbei's ear, and his face darkened, and Wen Jiuxiao couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly.

   "Wait! Lord Xiaowen has been gossiping with this king for a long time, is it because of this person?" King Zhenbei waved his hand, and a person was thrown to the ground.

  The man was covered in blood, and he was already in a coma, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

  Wen Jiuxiao's pupils constricted suddenly. Half an hour ago, he handed over the defense map of the Zhenbei Palace to this person. Didn't he get out?

   "My lord, what does this mean?" Wen Jiuxiao was expressionless.

"As expected of Mr. Xiaowen, this king really underestimated you! Also, what kind of simple person could he be who plotted against this king and all the tribes outside the pass?" King Zhenbei's face darkened, and his dark eyes fell on Wen. Jiu Xiao's body, "It's a pity!"

  He waved his hand again, and guards with bows and arrows appeared on the roof and the wall in an instant, surrounding the people in the yard.

  Wen Jiuxiao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, but there was no panic on his face, "The prince really has the heart of disobedience! This is the crime of punishing the nine clans, has the prince thought it through clearly?" He quickly thought of countermeasures.

   "Lord Xiaowen's mouth is really love-hate!" King Zhenbei stood with his hands behind his back, "When did this king feel disobedient? Who knows? Who saw it?"

  As long as these people are dead and there is no proof of death, what can the court do with him?

   "Master Xiaowen, don't think about delaying time, the night is still long, I am not afraid." King Zhenbei looked at Wen Jiuxiao, and once again said it was a pity in his heart.

   But it doesn't matter, Zhuzhu likes him, let him be buried with Zhuzhu!

  At this moment, Wen Jiuxiao became calmer. Right now, we can only force our way through, whether it is life or death, then leave it to God to decide.