Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"This world will never belong to anyone, nor should it belong to anyone." Chen Dechun whispered softly, as if talking in his sleep.

There were noisy people and horses neighing all around, making such a faint sound almost inaudible.

Yu Wenjue looked at it calmly, his lips pursed slightly with a cool look.

……

He saw someone standing alone on the high platform holding a long sword. The blood on the sword dripped down the sword, and blood flowers bloomed on the ground.

If you look carefully, you can see that there is a corpse lying beside the man's feet. Follow the red blood stains and find the head that rolled down the steps.

The man held the bloody sword and walked down the steps step by step. He didn't know where he was going. It seemed that there was no way out and he had to keep moving forward step by step.

Along the way, he saw many people's faces, some he knew and some he didn't.

Without exception, the body fell in front of him dripping with blood, and the man stepped over the body expressionlessly.

Finally, at the end of the road, the man raised his sword, and blood spurted out from his neck.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his face and smiled.

It's Lu Xiu's face.

Yu Wenjue opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, panted heavily, and his whole body was covered with sweat.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, and those chaotic scenes kept appearing alternately in his mind.

Not a simple picture, but a real experience.

It's been like this every night since the day I woke up.

The night was silent, but he clearly heard someone arguing, almost tearing him apart.

In the dark room, Yu Wenjue sat quietly for a long time.

The wound on the chest has obviously healed, but for some reason, it starts to hurt inside again at this time.

He knew very well that if he wanted to live a good life, he had to get rid of these dreams.

Both Lu Xiu were dead.

He shouldn't be pushed around by anyone, he's not them.

He is just Yu Wenjue.

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After driving non-stop for several days, we finally stood outside Pingzhou City again.

The carriage stopped in front of the city gate. Someone had been waiting here.

Yuchi Yuan raised the curtain, and Yu Wenjue got out of the carriage.

He turned his head and looked at the city gate. The people coming in and out were all Zhou people. Yes, Pingzhou belonged to the Zhou Dynasty and was no longer an empty city.

Passing Pingzhou is the boundary of Qi State.

Yu Wenjue looked at the first few words of the city gate, and among the many chaotic pictures in his mind, an unclear scene flashed across his mind. He stood on the high city wall, standing in the distance, waiting for someone.

Yu Wenjue frowned and stared to shake off the interference.

The waiting man approached the carriage and knelt down straight, with sobs hidden in his throat, and his eyes and nose were red.

"Master Lang."

It's Guyu.

Yu Wenjue nodded slightly.

Compared with Gu Yu, who was full of sadness and tears in his eyes, his performance was almost indifferent.

Gu Yu looked behind Yu Wenjue and saw a strange face present, so he said no more and followed the carriage into the city.

The accommodation in Pingzhou City has already been arranged.

Not wanting to attract attention during this trip, they disguised themselves as businessmen. After lunch, Yu Wenjue went out.

Pingzhou is easy to defend but difficult to attack. After occupying this city, attack fifty or sixty miles further to Yeyang City.

"This Pingzhou City has recovered well."

Chen Dechun looked at the vendors along the street and couldn't help but sigh. It was still chaotic at the beginning of the year.

Yu Wenjue nodded: "I heard that people were unwilling to move here at first, so Guo Shoujun ordered people to inquire one by one and register the reasons. Later, he adjusted the relocation plan according to the people's wishes, and even went to door-to-door to persuade him. After serving as an official for many years, he was not afraid of power. , not afraid of evil and sycophants, but because of this, not only did his career not improve, but he was also sent to a run-down border town to be a prefect."

Chen Dechun was secretly surprised. He really didn't expect that he knew a local official so well.

Chen Dechun stroked his mustache and said thoughtfully: "Since Your Highness admires him so much, why not make suggestions to the Lord to promote him?"

Yu Wenjue's brows raised slightly: "Who said the governor of the border town is not important?"

Chen Dechun lowered his eyes and pondered, with some regret: "In the end, it's Qu Cai."

Only when you are in a high position can you display your talents?

Yu Wenjue was noncommittal and stared at the end of the long street.

Yuchi Yuan followed Yu Wenjue silently, his brows furrowed, always vigilant. Suddenly he lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, someone has followed you all the way from your residence."

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes slightly, and they stopped talking and turned to another street.

They are not unfamiliar with the layout of Pingzhou City. Even in the busy city, there are one or two remote alleys.

Just after turning a corner, a few living people seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, leaving no trace behind.

The visitor stood at the entrance of the alley and looked left and right.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit her. She reacted very quickly. Without waiting for the sword to come closer, she swung it with her palm. Her body swayed slightly and they were dangerously separated. The two figures were fighting. After a few moves, the man took the lead and took two steps back. , frowning and looking at the person in front of him.

"Miss Xiao?"

Whenever I see Yu Chiyuan, he always has a cold face, doesn't talk or smile, and doesn't know the depth of his skills. He is just like a shadow, following Yu Wenjue every step of the way.

This is the first time for us to fight like this.

Only this time she knew that if he hadn't intentionally kept him alive, she wouldn't have been able to avoid the sword.

Yuchiyuan didn't know what to do, so he stepped aside and looked at the person not far away.

Xiao Qianyi raised her eyes and her cheeks were slightly red. She didn't know whether it was because of anger or shyness.

"What's the matter with Miss Xiao?"

Yu Wenjue stood there without moving, with no trace of surprise in his eyes and no other expression on his face.

Xiao Qianyi took a look, and complex emotions surged in her heart, and she suddenly felt aggrieved.

She pursed her lips: "I have never been to Qi State. I heard that His Highness was going to visit, so I wanted to come and have a look."

The raised chin was full of dissatisfaction, but the big eyes were filled with water.

Yu Wenjue frowned and turned to look at Yuchiyuan: "Let Qingzhu take Miss Xiao back to Luo'an."

Xiao Qianyi took a step forward anxiously: "I want to go to Qi State, but I'm not here to find you. Why do you let me go back?"

Yu Wenjue lowered his eyes and nodded gently: "Girl, please help yourself."

While turning around, he said to Yuchi Yuan: "Send a message to Prince Xiao."

After saying that, he lifted his feet and left.

Xiao Qianyi clenched her fists, stared at the back, and stood there angrily.

Chen Dechun looked at Xiao Qianyi, then at Yu Wenjue, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

After Miss Xiao moved into the palace, she came to see him whenever she had something to do. His Highness was always mentioned intentionally or unintentionally in the conversation. He noticed the little daughter's expression that she occasionally showed during the conversation.

If His Highness had not rejected the Holy Will, they would have gotten married while the Emperor was still alive.

He had been following the Emperor for decades, and even if the Emperor didn't say it, he could tell that the Emperor had high hopes for His Highness.

Chen Dechun secretly glanced at the expressionless Yu Wenjue. When the emperor was dying, he made it very clear that no matter whether His Highness really forgot about it, that person would never be able to enter Yuwen's house.

Whether to let her continue to be a beloved concubine or let her become a corpse, it all depends on His Highness's thoughts...

His Highness smiled and said calmly that he had no intention of having a love affair.

Chen Dechun looked at Xiao Qianyi and sighed helplessly: "Your Highness, I think it is better to take Miss Xiao with you first. After notifying Prince Xiao, we will decide whether to send someone to pick her up or send someone back. It will not be too late to decide."

Yu Wenjue thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

"Yuwenjue, do you hate me so much?"

The voice behind him was hoarse.

Yu Wenjue paused in his steps and frowned slightly.