Proudly follow your heart

The fire was relentless, even if only half of the burned inn was burned, it still looked scorched from the outside.

In the daytime, there are ruins and ruins in front of you, full of scars. The blackened broken wood is leaning against the wall, and there are traces of being drenched in water. Standing outside, you can smell a choking smell without getting close. Smoke, the air seems to still retain the residual heat of last night's fire.

Jun Zhanran's wound has been carefully bandaged, and he has also changed into clean clothes. Looking at the decadent scene in front of him, he pushed his wheelchair and walked to the place where the fire started.

His wheelchair was burned in the fire, and now the seat under him was bought by Nangong Cang Ao, although it can't compare with the original one, the carving is exquisite.

Nangong Cang Ao was right behind him, still wearing the black clothes, walking leisurely, the sunlight cast a long shadow at his feet.

Originally, he didn't want Jun Zhanran to come here again, but some people are like this. Others can't persuade them to make a good decision. Jun Zhanran belongs to this kind of people.

He was originally the landlord of the Wulou Tower, and he is world-renowned for his incomparable ghost hands. No one dared to disobey the landlord's order in Fuluan Mountain. Now that he is at the foot of the mountain, in the Yingxiao League, his words carry the same weight.

What's more, he was the person involved, Liu Shuangshuang was the one who tied him up, he was the one who was burned, and the scroll also belonged to him, so why didn't he come to check it in person?When he said these words, even Nangong Cang Ao could no longer object.

When he was taken out last night, he remembered his way. It was not difficult to find the room he was in yesterday. Jun Zhanran found his wheelchair among the burnt ashes. Under the falling beam, some fire was blocked, but the damage was not too serious.

The scroll fell around.

One person stepped forward and looked around, and the scroll was still on the ground.

There were people following the two of them, and Wen Rufeng stepped forward and said, "Leader, the brothers have been guarding outside all night and have not seen anyone suspicious. Even if this woman is not dead and seriously injured, she will definitely go to a place to heal her injuries. I don't think so..."

He wanted to say that she might not choose to show up at this time and cast herself into the trap.

Ye Xiao lurked in secret all night and did not find Liu Shuangshuang. Nangong Cangao didn't seem to be in a hurry after hearing that, "You are watching too closely. Since she is Beijiang's spy, of course her whereabouts will not be easily spotted. Wait."

"Yes." Wen Rufeng took the order, retreated to one side, and made a gesture. Ye Xiao, who was waiting in the dark, continued to stay where he was, observing the crowd.

In the Yingxiao League, no one would question the leader's decision.

After finishing the order, Nangong Cangao walked towards Jun Zhanran, "What do you think, there is another possibility that she is already dead, so naturally she won't come again."

"In Wulou for so long, she hasn't shown her whereabouts. In terms of physical skills, she is only ordinary, but her light-handedness is very clever. Your people may not be able to find her." If not, she would not have seen that night ...

Closing his eyes slightly, Jun Zhanran continued, "She was hit by my palm, and she was injured on her shoulder, plus your knife, the people under your command are right, even if she doesn't die, the body suffers If you are seriously injured, you must find a place to heal your injuries."

Where is the best place?

People from the Eagle Screaming League surrounded the place, and even a bird could clearly see it coming in. People coming and going around the burnt passenger station were closely monitored. Where else could people hide?Where would such a suspicious-looking woman with a broken arm covered in blood be taken in?

Not to mention that since Liu Shuangshuang is a spy, she should know that this moment is definitely not a good time to appear easily.

The doctors in the city had already been secretly taken care of. If they saw her, they would report it immediately. She was desperate.

Where will a desperate person hide, and how can he ensure that what he wants is not taken away by others and is still where it is?

Jun Zhanran's eyes moved, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Nangong Cangao's sight, and the two of them turned their gazes to the distance together. It was smoked with a layer of soot, the inn was empty, the shopkeeper and the clerk were gone, there were still a few guest rooms here that were not affected by the fire, and they were all empty...

The most dangerous place is often the safest.

Jun Zhanran smiled coldly, and moved the wheelchair to the place where the tables and chairs were originally placed, only to see that the ground was covered with a thick layer of burnt ash, and a raised circular shaft lay quietly there in the ash.

"Do you want to take a look?" Picking it up, wiping off the burnt ash with his hands, Jun Zhanran handed it to Nangong Cangao.

If Liu Shuangshuang were here, she would definitely not let it fall into the hands of a man known as Eagle Commander. Once lost, it would be difficult to get it back.

But at this moment, the scroll was in the hands of Nangong Cang Ao, there was no sound around, and the fire seemed to have burned all the insects and ants here, leaving only the silence in the ruins.

Liu Shuangshuang still did not show up, and the two looked at each other. Could it be that their guess was wrong, or did she not appear here because she had died outside?

Nangong Cangao held the scroll, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and handed it over, "Wipe your hands."

His hands were scorched black, full of black ash wiped from the scroll, but the handkerchief was very soft, after receiving it in his hand, Jun Zhanran raised his eyebrows, "You are willing to give me this kind of handkerchief to wipe my hands. "

Pale pink silk, with a gorgeous peach blossom embroidered on a slanted corner, is obviously a token of love for women.

His tone was blunt, but there was no trace of embarrassment on Nangong Cang Ao's face, he calmly smiled and said, "Why don't you give up, isn't the handkerchief for use? Wiping your hands is also considered to be the best use of everything, it is its good fortune."

Seeing that he had used it up, he took it back and threw it on the ground casually, a touch of gorgeous color fluttered down, but in the end it ended up just like the ashes and dust on the ground.

"You ruined a daughter's heart like this." Jun Zhanran didn't know whether it was teasing or mocking.

"My heart, don't be spoiled." Said unhurriedly, Nangong Cang Ao looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes.

Wen Rufeng was behind, and heard their conversation clearly, suddenly a strange feeling arose, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while.

But Jun Zhanran knew that with a guide to the things in Gong Cangao's hand, "I ask you, if you can only choose the same, what would you choose?"

As he wished, he embraced the person in front of him, opened the scroll, and solved the mystery of the person in front of him.

Which one does he choose?

Nangong Cang Ao's eyes narrowed suddenly, "Are you serious?"

"Really." The answer couldn't be more certain.

Looking at each other, there was silence, but Nangong Cangao didn't make a choice right away, "What if I already know the answer to the riddle?" A gust of wind blew by, and his words magnified infinitely in the empty ruins, like a thunderbolt.

Jun Zhanran's heart trembled, and he stared at him intently, "What do you mean?" He couldn't help but hold the armrest tightly with both hands, and he could hear his voice distorted slightly.

The silence in the air seemed to be disturbed, ashes were flying in mid-air, like wisps of black mist blowing in the wind, the man in black walked a few steps, the scroll in his hand had not been opened yet, but to Nangong Cangao, What is written in it is no longer so important, "You should know that a few days ago Nangong Nian came to lobby for me to return to the court as an official. Our Nangong family all call him Uncle Nian."

In the year of Nangong, Jun Zhan has never heard of it. Although the head of the Nangong family is a concubine, all the officials of the Nangong family who are officials in the court are under his control, and he knows everything about the Nangong family. Knows well.

"Oh? He let you enter the court as an official, and then what?" Looking into the distance, the man in the wheelchair looked tense, and suddenly regained his composure, his voice was light, and there was no other expression on his indifferent face.

"Although he said a lot of nonsense, there are a few old news and secrets that are still useful, and they remind me of a few things." Nangong Cangao turned his back to him, "Ding You year, the first emperor passed away due to illness. However, the position has never been decided, it has been vacant for a long time, during the chaos, the eldest prince Huang De seized the opportunity to buy the hearts of the government and the people, and being the eldest prince is even more justifiable, and finally ascended the throne as the emperor, for the present Emperor Pingkang."

He suddenly talked about the whole story of Emperor Pingkang's ascension to the throne, but Jun Zhanran didn't ask him why he said it so suddenly, and continued, "That's right, that was many years ago."

"That year when Huang De ascended the throne, the other two princes evaded him on the surface, but secretly mobilized their own forces to try to pull him off the throne, causing chaos in the palace. There was also a fourth prince, the youngest, who was originally acquired by the late emperor. , the most favored, but still young, and there is no court power behind him, the battle for the throne has nothing to do with him..."

Nangong Cangao's voice sounded a little more heavy amidst the flying ashes, he turned around, his eagle eyes flashed, "On the second day, the palace people found a boy covered in blood and lying on the ground in the chaos of the palace. In the pool of blood, upon closer inspection, this child in brocade clothes is actually the fourth prince."

A pair of pale hands gradually tightened until the joints turned white, but his tone was still indifferent, and he sighed faintly, "Unfortunately, he must have been implicated by civil strife and died for no reason."

"That's right, that's what everyone in the court said." Nangong Cang Ao approached step by step, his eyes shining under the sun, "But I always wonder, is that prince really dead?"

Looking straight at him, Jun Zhanran didn't look at him, he stared fixedly into the distance, with a ghostly expression on his face, "He's dead."

Every word is like ice.