Proudly follow your heart

It's just that, it's only January.

Jun Zhanran stood by the window, outside the window was drizzled, and there were some fine white powders, which were not petals, but snowflakes, this was the winter in Linnan, even though it was spring, the chill of winter still lingered.

The cold time hit the back of his hand, reminding him that it has been raining for nearly half a month.

Since the day Nangong Cangao left, it has been raining intermittently. It has been only a month since he left, and half a month of rain has filled the air in Linnan with a damp smell. Even the hearts of the people in the court are the same. It was getting dark, and all the ministers couldn't lift their spirits.

In the first month of the war, no other country offered a helping hand. Xisu and Langdong seemed to have made up their minds to stand by and watch Rinnan and Beijiang join hands to see what the final result would be.

This is the situation in front of them, and including King An Jia, they are somewhat uneasy.

This battle of Nangong Cang Ao will not go smoothly, this battle is doomed long ago, it is not easy to fight, he himself knows it, but he is determined to go, he no longer stops him because he knows that he cannot be stopped.

That being the case, it is better to make more plans.

A little rain hit the window frame, Jun Zhanran looked down, the expression in the bottom of his eyes did not fluctuate, and he looked from behind, let alone the slightest emotion, and he didn't know whether he cared more about the outcome of the frontline war, or was worried about it. Someone more.

Xiao Hu stood in a corner of the room, also watching the rain and snow outside the window, thinking of something, slightly lost in thought.

Until Jun Zhanran turned around, a voice softer than rain rang out in the room, "What happened to what I asked you to do a few days ago, and Luo Qian, is there any news?"

"Ah, yes... After the boy Luo Qian went back, he said that the evil spirits were just as the host said, because they were uninhibited, and they were a little messy. Fortunately, it wasn't too much, and there was poison control, so they didn't Dare to be disobedient." Xiao Hu looked away from the window, and answered absently.

Jun Zhanran was thinking about the battle at the other end, and didn't pay much attention. He turned and returned to his seat, and halfway saw a strand of hair flying around his ear, and suddenly stopped in his tracks and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Hu couldn't help being surprised that he rarely saw Jun Zhanran smile like this this month, let alone such a lighthearted smile.

"Tell me, if someone cuts off my hair while I'm falling asleep, do I know?" Jun Zhanran had a cut hair in his hand.

"Don't talk about cutting hair, as long as someone approaches, there is no reason why the landlord can't notice it." Xiao Hu waved his palm, there is no need to ask this question.

Jun Zhanran lowered his eyes, the black hair in his hand was a bit shorter than the one on the side, and you couldn't tell it was mixed in the hair bundle, but if you looked carefully, you would find that it was about half a foot short. The thread was obviously cut off by someone.

It was the morning of the departure day, Jun Zhanran clearly remembered the situation that day, Nangong Cang Ao thought he was asleep and hadn't woken up, so he had a whim, and secretly cut off a section of his hair with a knife.

Could this thing still be used for protection?Smiling and shaking his head, he sat down and opened a drawer under the desk. Inside was a wooden box containing the unused Suyue Menghua. In addition, there were a few scrolls...

At the beginning, he said some exaggerated words about these paintings, which made Nangong Cang Ao furious. Now, they are lying in the wooden box. When he saw them, the past scenes appeared in front of his eyes. I haven't touched a pen for a long time.

"Xiao Hu, study ink." Holding the pen in his hand, he seemed to want to paint, so Xiao Hu ordered him to come forward, as he did a long time ago, to prepare water and study ink for Jun Zhanran.

"The host... used to use the Nanshan dew you are used to in the building before, but now in Linnan..."

"It doesn't matter how much, just study the ink. For water, just use the rainwater outside." Jun Zhanran didn't seem to care at all, just urged.

Is this the landlord who is extremely harsh on pens, inks and inkstones?If there is no clear dew, use the heavenly water outside?

Not daring to question, Xiao Hu went as he said, fetched the rainwater, and rubbed the ink, Jun Zhanran seemed very satisfied, and nodded slightly, spread out the paper, dipped it in the ink, after a while, swiped the pen and At once.

As if seeing a scene in the distance, a picture scroll is unfolded on the paper, the mountains are undulating, and the mountains are layered with mountains. On the top of the mountain, the horse raises its hooves. There are soldiers and horses under his feet like a forest, and at a glance, there is a chilling air rushing towards his face.

The scene was on the verge of breaking out, even if you didn't see it with your own eyes, it was like being in it.

Xiao Hu hadn't seen Jun Zhanran's painting for a long time, he stared blankly for a while, looking at the golden and iron horse in the painting, he seemed to have heard the sound of iron hoofs coming from inside.

"I don't know what's going on with Yingshuai..." Xiao Hu looked out the window.

Jun Zhanran didn't know whether he heard it or not, he just looked at the painting in front of him and said to himself, "This water from rain and snow is suitable for pouring."

Only the bone-chilling water can draw the bloody murderous intent on the battlefield.

This battle is unbeatable.But things in the world are not up to you to do whatever you want.

Huang De has not moved for a long time, but how could he just sit back and watch them help Rinnan without any reaction?Jun Zhan didn't believe it, the "sibling" on the throne would just let it go.

It must be difficult for Nangong Cangao to achieve his goal.

There is a new painting in front of Jun Zhanran, and he doesn't know where his mind has gone. Looking at it, his black eyes are getting deeper and deeper, without any ripples. If Nangong Cang Ao is here, maybe he will see a trace of danger in it treacherous.

But at this time only Xiao Hu is here, and Xiao Hu can't see anything.

"There's someone." The dark figure jumped down from the beam outside the house, and the guard in charge of the guard said in a low voice.

Immediately, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Wen Rufeng, who was staying behind in Linnan, hurried over, "Lord Jun, it's not good! Something serious has happened!"

I have never seen Wen Rufeng turn pale with such shock and flustered expression, even Jun Zhanran was surprised, stood up from the chair, feeling ominous in his heart, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Wen Rufeng's face was strange, slightly pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Someone has come from Linnan Palace...to arrest them, saying that Lord Jun is the former prince of Xia Kingdom, plotting against Linnan!"

"What?!" Xiao Hu almost jumped up.

Wen Rufeng learned this secret by accident, and it has always been a stone in his heart. Because of this matter, he concealed the news and was punished. He lost his position in the Yingxiao League, which is equivalent to losing Nangong Cangao's Trust, always brooding.

Unexpectedly, this matter was suddenly known by Lin Nan's people, "Lord Jun, this is definitely not my disclosure, although the leader calls me crazy, I sometimes do nonsense, but this matter—"

"Needless to say, it has nothing to do with you." Compared to Xiao Hu's astonishment, Jun Zhanran's reaction was actually very cold, except for the moment of surprise when he heard the news at first, now only a frightening touch can be seen on his lips. radians.

He didn't take another look at Wen Rufeng, his ordinary eyes fell on the dark guard, "How many people are here?"

"At least hundreds of them, none of them mediocre."

After hearing what the hidden guard said, Xiao Hu realized that the "someone" he said earlier was not Wen Rufeng, but soldiers sent by the palace, and he also realized that the rumors were not groundless.

Their host...the man in front of him...the man who always looks at everything around him with unemotional eyes, this man who is known as a man with few desires, this man he has followed for many years, this man with a pair of ghost hands, is not from the Jianghu but It's Prince Xia!

Xiao Hu was shocked. He had never doubted Jun Zhanran's identity. Even when he heard that Jun Zhanran's unknown identity was suspicious, he never thought that he would be the original prince of Xia Kingdom—that original prince. People who should sit on the throne and command the world.

Yingshuai, Nangong family, Emperor Pingkang, crime of treason, pursuit by the court, all the chaos, faintly have answers.

Jun Zhanran didn't seem to feel Xiao Hu's shock and complicated gaze, and frowned slightly, with a half-cold smile on his lips.

In the distance, the sound of footsteps approached from far away, and the Xinggong Bieyuan was soon surrounded by people. The men in the room were unmoved, and stood with their backs. The rain and snow outside the window wet the window sill.

The picture scroll on the desk was also stained with rainwater, and the ink was smudged on the place surrounded by soldiers and horses, and the puddle was slowly melting like clouds and blood.

In the early spring, Yu, Lin Nan learned that the guests in the court belonged to the royal family of the Xia Kingdom, and the government and the public were shaken.