steal light

In the early winter of 25, the floods in the south finally subsided, the plague was brought under control, and the households gradually returned to normal life. The post-disaster reconstruction was also carried out in an orderly manner under the deployment of Yu Wenzhe. Shen Yuzhou and Cong Jing, who had been away from Beijing for several days, were finally completed. Mission, it's time to bid farewell to Yu Wenzhe.

"Tenth Prince, now the mission of the two of us has been completed, it's time to return to the capital and return to the mission, and the rest will be left to you to worry about."

Shen Yuzhou and Cong Jing have also worked hard these days, and have lost a lot of weight. Their eyelids are deeply black and blue, but they always behave properly, proud and elegant, showing the demeanor of a gentleman.

"It's right to work hard for the common people, but it's hard work for you, so we have to travel long distances before we can take a break," Yu Wenzhe was exhausted and his voice was hoarse for a long time. After thanking Shen Yuzhou and Cong Jing, he pursed his lips and asked He said, "Where is the Beiyang Tiger who is with you? These days are thanks to you guys. The prince has not thanked him properly yet."

Shen Yuzhou was stunned before laughing, "He left early in the morning. You also know that he is very powerful in the south and he is also very busy. In addition, he is not willing to contact people on weekdays. The prince does not need to worry about it."

"He, really isn't Ye...?"

Shen Yuzhou shook his head and didn't speak. Yu Wenzhe's eyes darkened, and then he smiled, "I'm tired these days, and I always like to think wildly. You have a safe journey."

"With His Highness' auspicious words, His Highness should take care of himself in the south."

Shen Yuzhou and Cong Jing got on their horses, and the soldiers behind them also lined up. As they set off, there were people lining the road at the gate of the city to see them off. Shen Yuzhou and Cong Jing nodded to them with a smile.

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On Beiyang Mountain, Ye Donglan was sitting on a high seat, holding a book in his hand, the beautiful words "Book of Songs" were neatly written on the cover, and the chair he was sitting on was covered with pure black animal skins. In the early winter, there was a charcoal basin at his feet, and someone from the hall walked in, smelling the smell of charcoal fire in the room, and couldn't help asking, "Does your leg hurt again?"

Ye Donglan didn't raise his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone, "It doesn't matter if it hurts, but I'm afraid that if I don't raise him better, he will spoil my good deed."

"You are the only one with courage." The people in the hall sat down on their own, and talked about their reasons for coming, "I have done everything you asked me to do in Beijing."

"Yeah." Ye Donglan didn't seem interested in talking about it with him.

The man couldn't help chuckling, "Don't you ask how the situation is?"

Ye Donglan looked up at him, and asked, "Do you need to ask questions?"

"You hate them so much, you won't come back if it doesn't work out." Ye Donglan's tone remained calm, as if he was in control.

"Tsk," Song Ling shook his head and sighed, "Your appearance is really more hated than before."

"You've changed too, Song Ling." Ye Donglan finally put down the book in his hand, his eyes under the mask were black and shining, "We used to want to get along with them, but they forced you and me into this situation You should know that people like you and me can be the most docile sheep, and they can also be beasts that bite their throats. Isn’t it?”

Song Ling smiled, changed the subject without saying anything to Ye Donglan, "I used to hate you, obviously you are like an ant, and you still look aloof." After a pause, he continued, "But now I I admire you very much, you are smart, sharp and crazy, and I am really looking forward to the day when I will fight side by side with you."

"Me too."