Dressed like a deadly enemy

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, and the autumn wind outside the window blew through the purple bamboo forest in the courtyard, making the bamboo leaves rustle.

"You..." After a long time, Yun Feitan opened his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Junzhuo standing in front of him, taking off his mask, and seeing that face that was exactly the same as Junji, he immediately figured it out , "The person on the stage is you."

Lu Junzhuo nodded and put on the mask again, "The man in black is named Wen Shang, and on the surface he is a rich man in Yuanzhou, but in fact he is from the Marquis of Yuanzhou." At this point, he smiled, " His coming to the Mu Mansion actually has something to do with me, that old incident 17 years ago."

"How do you know?" Yun Feitan didn't believe his words, such a secret thing is not so easy to find out.

Lu Junzhuo took two steps towards him. The boy's figure was not mature yet, but he was already tall. His half-worn brown clothes seemed to have short sleeves.

His eyes are bright, and his eyes are focused when looking at people, making people ignore his age.He watched Yun Feitan take two steps back, leaning his back against the window.

"I grew up in the mountains of Yuanzhou until I was ten years old, and then entered the Marquis Mansion of Yuanzhou. Wen Shang was my first master. I lived in the Marquis Mansion for a year. In that year, the Marquis Mansion suffered from bad luck throughout the year. , One day I eavesdropped on the secret conversation between Wen Shang and the guests, and mentioned the little prince who died young."

Yun Feitan listened carefully and didn't notice that his clothes were caught by the carvings on the wooden window. Lu Junzhuo stopped talking, walked over to help him take off his sleeves, then turned and walked away, continuing to say: "They have already Knowing that I am the little prince, it is true that I will bring bad luck. If I stay in one place for a long time, the people around me will have bad luck. At the beginning, Bu Fang calculated that I would bring disaster. After a few years, I went to I went to many places, all Yuanxi wanted me to go."

"Yuanxi actually indulged them like this?" Yun Feitan left the window and stood in the room. He didn't need proof, he already believed it.

Lu Jun smiled slightly: "Anyway, it's just a little prince who died young, there is no difference between being alive and dead."

Moreover, the vision of the little prince at the time of his birth made people in Taicheng fearful. Fortunately, the queen gave birth to twins, and the other little prince was much more normal.

It is enough for the emperor to have one heir.

In the ancestral temple 17 years ago, the little prince who was not recognized by everyone disappeared, but no one went to look for it. People mentioned that the whole Xuan Xuan had forgotten about this little prince who was announced to have died young.

Yun Feitan also forgot that when he was a child, his father returned to Yuncheng one year, talked about the affairs of Yaodu, shook his head and sighed, and mentioned a few words in passing.

He looked at Lu Junzhuo sympathetically, thinking in his heart that if he grew up in Taicheng, he would definitely be more like an emperor than Junji.

"My lord, the story is finished, can I go out?" Lu Junzhuo didn't care much, and he couldn't live in one place for a long time. If he really became the emperor and lived in Taicheng, he might be angry in a few years The fortune is all gone, and the country is broken.

"You can go out of the courtyard, but you can't go out of Yaodu." Yun Feitan was afraid that he might misunderstand, and added: "Wen Shang recognized you, and it's not safe to go out of Yaodu."

"Where is Empress Dowager Mu's congratulatory gift? I will send it to Taicheng for you." The two left the room one after the other, Yun Feitan asked him.

"Only outside the yard."

The two were talking, when they suddenly heard cries from the main courtyard not far away, they knew something was wrong, and ran over quickly.

On the way, Yun Feitan stopped a small official investigating the case: "What happened?"

"My lord, Master Taifu is dying, and the doctors have not been able to save him."

They had already heard Mu Cheng's mournful cries, the main courtyard was crowded with Mu's family members, Lord Si Kou was squeezed out of the courtyard, walking around anxiously outside the courtyard gate.

"Master Yun." When he saw Yun Feitan, he quickly walked up to meet him, "What should I do?"

Yun Feitan asked: "Did Tai Tuo wake up?"

"I was about to wake up, and we all thought there was hope for salvation. Who knew it was a flashback, and after only saying two words on the bamboo slips, my breath died. What should I do? Should I ring the death knell now? How can I appease the entire Mu family?"

Lu Junzhuo looked at Yun Feitan, it's no wonder that Master Si Kou panicked and lost his mind, and it's not that everyone has Yun Taishi's concentration.

The mainstay of the Mu Mansion and even Daxuan collapsed, and in such a sudden situation, most people could not calm down.

The Mu family also moved quickly. They were already preparing to set up the mourning shed. Filial piety cloth was hung on the eaves, all the luxurious lanterns were taken down and replaced with white hemp lanterns, and the servants also changed into mourning clothes.

Mu Cheng's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried a lot. Lu Junzhuo accompanied him and knelt down in front of the coffin to burn paper. As the eldest grandson of the head of the Mu family, he had to stay in the coffin.

The autumn wind made the fluttering of the spirit flags, and there was a wail of mourning in Mu's residence.

Mu Shuo's sons gathered behind the coffin, arguing over whether to send someone to catch up with Mu Shen to report the news. Everyone has their own opinions, and no one agrees with the other.

Bu Fang was anxious all day long. The news that he and Mr. Xin visited Mu's residence last night must have spread. At noon, he received the news that Mu Shuo was still in a coma, and he received the funeral report at the end of You.

In the past two days, he had been startled like a bird, always feeling that the little baby back then had come back to take revenge on him.

"Yaoxie... Calamity star... is about to appear again."

At nightfall, many officials had already come to express their condolences. Whenever someone came to the mourning hall to offer incense and worship, Mu Cheng would thank him with a bow, his forehead was bloodshot and bruised, and he didn't realize it.

In Taicheng, Yongshou Palace, Empress Dowager Mu received the funeral report and fainted from grief. Jun Ji stayed beside her bed and did not come to Mu Mansion to express her condolences.

Although he was a little annoyed by Mu Shuo's monopoly, but now that he was gone, he was fledgling, worried that the next person with power would be difficult to get along with, but also eager to try and show his talents.

Just when Yao was immersed in mourning, Qi's mansion held a banquet in an inappropriate manner. Qi Zai looked a little complacent. The more he listened to the compliments from his confidants, the more satisfied he became. The funeral report was thrown aside by him. There is no intention of going to the Mu Mansion to express condolences.

In the shadow of the lights, the dancers' graceful dancing posture and the stunning beauty of the city attracted everyone's attention. They were singing and dancing, and he had already torn off his smiling face to reveal his true face.

"My lord, let's eat something." Lu Junzhuo brought some light vegetarian food on a wooden tray. Mu Cheng ignored him, still kneeling upright, with the corners of his dry lips tightly pursed. He hadn't eaten anything all day. .

His uncles finally came to the conclusion of their quarrel, and they agreed to send people to hurry up and deliver the funeral newspaper while Mu Shen hadn't traveled far. Losing the backbone is not right after all.

Yaodu is doomed that many people will not be able to sleep tonight, and everyone is worried about one problem.

What will happen tomorrow?