Huafa Luoyang

Xun Luo is not very clear about the whole process of going to court, and he doesn't know whether it took so long in the past.In short, half a day has passed since the morning dispersal, and it is the time when the sun is the highest and the shadows are the smallest.

Zhuang Jiuyao's people left the palace gate only after they dispersed, but they didn't show much on their faces, they were still leisurely.There was only one woman beside him, the one that Xun Luo had seen when he went in.

When they came out, the two were talking, and the distance was considered close.

With a smile on her face, the woman kept staring sideways at Zhuang Jiuyao.

After the two came out, they didn't get into the carriage, but stood at the gate of the palace and talked for a while.

It wasn't until someone reminded her that the woman said a few more words and followed the little eunuch who led the way.

Xun Luo looked over and saw the direction she was going, if he judged correctly, it should be the harem.

Zhuang Jiuyao brushed off his sleeves with his hand, glanced at Xun Luo's hiding place, and got into the carriage.

After separating from the others, Xun Luo slowly walked over and walked beside the carriage again.

He didn't make a sound all this time, and as he got farther and farther away from the palace gate, Zhuang Jiuyao suddenly reached out and touched his neck lightly.

It's already summer, but his fingers are somehow very cold.

The coachman couldn't see the movements of the two behind him, so Xun Luo raised his wrist and squeezed his fingers.

This is to reassure him that he will not think about it.

But to tell the truth, it is more or less uncomfortable.Xun Luo suddenly thought, if he was a woman, or changed to a more upright identity, he could probably look at him like that in front of other people.

Not long after returning to the palace, she saw Zhuang Ning'er waiting at the door from a distance, she was relieved when she saw the carriage, and came up to her and asked, "Why have you been here for so long?"

Wei Qingcheng also followed behind, Xun Luo shook his head upon hearing this.

Zhuang Jiuyao opened the curtain, jumped down lightly, and said: "Don't ask for now, go and pack your things, we will be leaving in a few days, to the southern border."

It really was expected by him.

Xun Luo is very calm, which is actually not so unexpected.Although Zhuang Ning'er had heard him say it once before, she still hesitated for a moment.

Wei Qingcheng pulled her, and the two left.

The coachman also left, leaving Xun Luo to follow Zhuang Jiuyao and walk slowly back to the yard.

"Why didn't you ask me who that woman was?" Zhuang Jiuyao asked.

Xun Luo lowered his gaze: "The envoy from southern Xinjiang can let you talk to her to lead her out of the palace, and you can still meet her during the court meeting. It must be a princess or something."

"Oh." Zhuang Jiuyao sighed, stopped suddenly, turned around and hung herself on him.

Before they reached the main courtyard, the two were in a quiet corridor, next to the rockery and pond, the pagoda trees were still lush, and there were no servants around.

Xun Luo embraced him with one hand, and touched his ear with his lips.

After a long time, Zhuang Jiuyao let go of his hand before he asked, "Did your majesty tell you to marry her?"

Zhuang Jiuyao was very upset at first, but he habitually did not reveal his true emotions, but since Xun Luo saw through it, he didn't really need to hide it anymore, so he said frankly: "I didn't say it directly, but I just told you during the few days in Beijing. , let me take good care of her, and I have to follow her wherever she goes."

Xun Luo thought for a while: "Your Majesty should know that you don't like women."

"Why does he care about this?" Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, "Even though His Royal Highness tried his best to lure me back to the right path, causing the whole capital to discuss, he still pretended not to know."

"This time the Princess of Nanjiang is here, not just to play for a few days, right?" Xun Luo stretched out his hand to caress his face.

Zhuang Jiuyao raised the corners of his mouth, and continued to walk forward slowly: "I heard that there was a strange scene on the border of southern Xinjiang. The king of southern Xinjiang sent an envoy, and he insisted on letting people take a look. The Holy Majesty guessed that I He was not healthy, so he wanted King Qi to go, but the group headed by Uncle Guo refused to let him go, saying that a more capable prince must be left in Beijing. Someone jumped out and said that Tianshan Mountain is on the border of southern Xinjiang, Concubine Xiang once studied art in Tianshan Mountain when she was young, maybe His Royal Highness Shu Wang is also very familiar with Tianshan Mountain."

He shrugged: "Actually, my master has been taking me in the middle of Sichuan, and even when I go out, I'm always in the Central Plains area. I haven't been to any Tianshan Mountains."

He seemed to be talking about something unimportant, but Xun Luo felt a little bitter when he heard it, and asked again: "Are they going to take a hostage in southern Xinjiang? For what?"

Zhuang Jiuyao frowned: "The news from my people said that the southern border is in chaos, and the tribes are fighting fiercely. I think it needs a sage to help. After all, it was the king of southern border who ruled the country back then. Those who surrendered to Da Zhou were often dissatisfied with the leaders of other tribes, and now that the king of Southern Border is getting old, it is common for all kinds of conflicts to be overwhelmed. This time the trouble may be a little serious."

"What if you don't go?" Xun Luo asked.

Zhuang Jiuyao shook his head: "The troops on the southern border are not that heavy, and there are also many Han people there now. The people in southern Xinjiang are good at using poison, and they have spent a lot of effort in fighting back then. , but even if Da Zhou is sure to win, the Holy Majesty can't help but see the loss of life. If you can ease it, you can only ease it as much as possible."

"In the Western Regions, the boundary between Jianghu and court is not very clear." Xun Luo thought for a while, and said, "Qilian Mountain is closer to that side, and I don't know if the decline of Qilian Sect has anything to do with Southern Xinjiang."

Although Qilian Mountain is a little remote, it is a special place in the west.

Because the Qilian School was created by the Han people, even though it occupies the territory in the west, it is very close to all the western regions, and it cannot be said that they have close contacts, but it still belongs to the Central Plains Wulin.

As soon as these words came out, Xun Luo immediately thought that he was worrying too much.The King of Southern Border is probably not that capable. While dealing with the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty and various tribes inside and outside the Western Regions, he also has to face the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Besides, judging from his efforts to submit to Da Zhou, he is not a person who dares to fight.

I was afraid that I was too much influenced by Tianluo, so I was a little paranoid when facing the problem in southern Xinjiang.

Zhuang Jiuyao was silent for a while, and repeated: "You mean, the king of Southern Border's mind is not only on the court?"

Xun Luo stretched out his hand and nodded his frowning brows, hiding a lot of thoughts: "I just mentioned it in passing. After all, Qi Yun and you and I are also predestined. I have always been a little surprised why the Qilian Sect is such a big sect. , It will fall to the present in just a few years, so I think a little more."

Zhuang Jiuyao nodded, but he didn't seem relieved at all.

When he reached the main courtyard, he suddenly turned his head and asked slowly: "Ah Xun, the booklet you gave me contains nothing about the Qishan sect. Everything is involved, although Fang Qin will not be seriously injured, it is enough to disrupt his plan. You said that if one day he has nowhere to go in the Central Plains martial arts, where will he go?"

Xun Luo looked at him and slowly frowned after realizing what he meant.

Zhuang Jiuyao said softly: "The centipede is dead but not stiff. When I look at someone like Fang Qin, I feel very deep in my thoughts. I'm afraid he won't do something that has no way out."

The two of them looked at each other, and Xun Luo seemed to be speaking with great effort, he said slowly: "Jiuyao, I was thinking that Tianmen is an unstable place after all. If it is only me, the road is still far away. I'm afraid the best way is... to untie the bell, one must tie it."

Hearing this, Zhuang Jiuyao took two steps closer to him, while clasping his free hand tightly, he raised it to trace the shape of his brow bone.

From the dark eyelashes down, those deep eyes did not show the inner waves, but reflected his figure.

He then smiled and said: "I see that the princess of Nanjiang is beautiful, but she is absolutely inferior to you. The blood of Nanjiang is also different from that of Nanjiang."

Xun Luo smiled.

In the early morning of the second day, Xun Luo had been awake for a long time, and was going to practice swordsmanship, but Zhuang Jiuyao hugged him by the waist to prevent him from getting up.

So he closed his eyes and rested on the couch, but the door was knocked, and Zhuang Ning'er's voice came from outside: "My lord, the princess of Nanjiang is here, and she is now in the courtyard. I dare not stop her. Get up quickly." Bar."

Xun Luo wanted to get up, but Zhuang Jiuyao forcefully wrapped his arms around his waist again: "Lie down a little longer." Then he shouted loudly: "Let her stay by herself for a while, you follow, and you can walk around with her in the mansion." , I'll come later."

After Zhuang Ning'er answered, and the voices outside could no longer be heard, Xun Luo sighed slightly, and repeated it as if confirming: "The princess is here."

"What's wrong with the princess?" Zhuang Jiuyao watched him bend his eyes, and rubbed his cheek against his neck, "I have more important things than the princess, Ah Xun, you have to help me first."

Xun Luo raised an eyebrow: "Help you for what?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Jiuyao wrinkled her nose with laughter, leaned over, put her hand under him, whispered something in his ear, then moved away quickly, and put some distance away.

The bird chirping outside was crisp and tight, Xun Luo pursed his lips, looked at him speechlessly, reached out to grab him after a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Come here."

Zhuang Jiuyao rolled her eyes with a smile, kissed the tip of his nose, and moved to the corner of his lips.

Just when it was hard to part, a crisp voice came from outside: "Is your lord getting up?"

Both of them were startled, and their movements stopped, followed by Zhuang Ning'er's voice: "Come on, we're already here, princess, let's go this way, let's go and see the pond in the other courtyard, where fish are raised. Son."

"Sigh." Zhuang Jiuyao pressed his lips on Xun Luo's collarbone, "Why did such a majestic princess come down the window of someone's house? What if I get scared out of my mind?"

Xun Luo smiled: "Outside is the yard, you just said that you can go shopping with others."

Zhuang Jiuyao took a breath, squinted and stared at him: "You don't mind?"

Xun Luo was breathing heavily, and when he heard that he exerted force on his hand, his voice sounded a little fuzzy: "Do you want to do something to let me mind for a while?"

"Hiss." Zhuang Jiuyao wrinkled his nose, panted bitterly, gritted his teeth and said, "Xun Luo, remember it for me."

"Yes, remember it." The corners of Xun Luo's eyes turned red, staring at him and raised the corners of his mouth, "My Highness."

The two struggled for a while before getting up.

Xun Luo has never felt that he has any needs. To him, Zhuang Jiuyao thinks it is good, and he is not important.

No, it's not unimportant, it's just that during the process, he never thought about himself at all, let alone expecting the other party to do something for him.

In fact, he didn't think it was necessary.

But Zhuang Jiuyao didn't want to, which actually made him a little... flattered.

After all, no one has ever paid attention to his needs.

After Zhuang Jiuyao finished cleaning up, the princess of Nanjiang was feeding the fish by the pond in the other courtyard.Zhuang Ning'er was by the side, looking around, he was relieved to see him coming, and gave him another hard look.

Zhuang Jiuyao raised an eyebrow at her, then walked over leisurely and called out, "Princess."

The princess of Nanjiang hurriedly got up and saw him smiling happily: "His Royal Highness Shu. Doesn't Your Highness need to get up early to practice kung fu?"

"I'm just an idle prince, with no power or position." Zhuang Jiuyao stretched out his hand and threw a weed from the rockery into the pond. When he saw the fish swarming up and then backed away, he smiled, "If you can't write, you can't do martial arts. What do you do early?"

The princess looked at him thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly asked: "What is your Highness happy today?"

The author has something to say:

The past two days have been a bit sad, starting when I saw Mr. Jin Yong pass away.

In fact, I haven't read all his books (I plan to make up this one when it's finished, I'm afraid that I will unconsciously mix up the style of writing now), but the meaning is always different.Because I always have a martial arts dream, and I also hope that one day I can write a true martial arts story, and I am working hard.

It's joy and mourning, so it's not sad, it's melancholy.

The melancholy that that person is no longer in the same world as me, even if I know that people will have this day.

I kind of miss my grandpa.

Good luck sir, someone will definitely read your book after 200 years.