After seeing the injuries on Chongjia's hand, Wen Wenlan looked complicated. Although the injuries were not very serious and the red marks were gradually fading, but...

"You said you didn't see him taking action?" Putting down Chongjia's hand, Wen Wenlan turned his head to look at him.

Chongjia held Wen Wenlan's arm and rubbed her shoulders, saying softly, "He was playing the piano at that time, and suddenly he had a 'swoosh' and the tone rose up. Then he beat the minister without paying attention. It hurts so much."

Chongjia pointed at the sky, covered his hands, and said a lot of things that were there, but Wen Wenlan immediately grasped the key point.

"You mean, you didn't see Guan Yu take action?" Wen Wenlan's expression gradually became solemn. Could it be that Guan Yu's martial arts had reached the point of being invisible? This is not impossible, but Guan Yu would extend his noble hand for Chongjia?

Wen Wenlan's eyes twitched so that Guan Yu would not touch Chongjia.

"Your Majesty, you must be the master of your servant." Chongjia tightened Wen Wenlan again, hugged her and shook her gently, shaking Wen Wenlan's thoughts.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner." Buyu, who was standing beside him, looked at Wen Wenlan with a dark face, walked behind Chongjia, and "softly" reminded him not to pester the emperor so tightly.

Chongjia turned around suddenly and faced Buyu's white face. He shrank in fear, and his little heart beat violently.

"You have a good rest, I will deal with this matter." Wen Wenlan pulled out his arm, ignored Chongjia's hard-working attempt and left in a hurry.

Yu caught up with him, Wen Wenlan supported his head, thought carefully about what Chongjia said, pinched his eyebrows, and closed his eyes lightly: "Where did Guanyu's piano come from?"

Buyu kept following the Imperial Palace. When he heard Wen Wenlan's words, Buyu leaned closer: "I have been following him since I entered the palace. It should have been brought from Hangzhou."

Waiting for Wen Wenlan's next instructions without hesitation, he was silent for a moment, and only heard a faint voice: "Hangcheng is a good place."

This sentence has a profound meaning.

Hangzhou City is located on the border of the northeast of the Southern Dynasties. It was formerly the seat of the palace of Dazhou. After the Great Zhou was destroyed, Hangzhou City belonged to the Southern Dynasties.

"Don't alert the snakes to Guanyu, just send some people to stare at it." Wen Wenlan touched the hairpin on his head, "Before having a big meal, they should try the snacks, go to search the Hangcheng Palace, stare at Jiuqin Palace, and... go to Tingzhou to check Zhou Mohuai's identity."

He raised his head without saying a word, met Wen Wenlan's eyes, and nodded.

After dinner, Wen Wenlan came to Qingxin Palace and had not seen her "guest" for some days.

Wen Wenlan waved back everyone, and the two started chatting happily. As they were chatting, Zhou Mohuai actually resigned to her.

"Why?" Wen Wenlan almost choked out with a mouthful of tea.

Wen Wenlan put down the teacup and looked at the person in front of him. His sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes were gentle but firm, his skin was as white as jade, his face was elegant but charming. His thin lips opened and closed as he spoke, like a swaying poppy flower, which was seductively approaching from the deepest part of his heart.

The back was straight, and the straight skirt was covered with light-colored green bamboo dark patterns. It was not decorated at all, creating a world without any disturbance. A gust of wind blew, and sparks were blew.

"I'm almost done with the hospitality these days. It's so inconvenient to stay. It's time to leave." Zhou Mohuai looked at Wen Wenlan, his lips raised, with a slight smile.

"If I say, you can't leave now?" Wen Wenlan looked at Zhou Mohuai's eyes directly, his tone as plain as usual, and he couldn't hear any feelings. "Can you easily reveal where you plan to go?"

Zhou Mohuai just escaped from Fanghuayuan. Where can he go? Wen Wenlan doesn't believe that he can go home. If his family sent him there, then what's the point of going home? It's even more impossible to join a relative.

Moreover, Wen Wenlan did not forget that Zhou Mohuai had no identity documents.

"I have no relatives, and I have my home in the world." Zhou Mohuai blinked his eyes, his eyes a little wandering. In the distant dark night, a raging fire was heard asking for help, and the screams and fighting were burning completely. He lowered his eyes slightly, "Northern Army Camp."

Wen Wenlan raised his eyebrows. He wanted to join the army?

The Northern Army was stationed in the northeast of the capital, responsible for the fortresses north of Tingzhou, Pozhou and the guards at the mouth of Pohu Lake. General Zhang Ju served in the army for nearly thirty years.

Now General Zhang Ju’s military tent is stationed in Liubai City, Huixian County, Tingzhou, and is a little far from the capital, but it is not impossible to go.

but……

"You don't have a document, you can't go far. The Second Army does not collect black households, and the Fourth Army of the Third Southern Dynasties is not so easy to advance."

Wen Wenlan leaned back, spread his hands, and looked at the "three or many years" in front of him.

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Tingzhou...is not a good place...

Guanyu is not simple, and his CP is not simple either. Guess.

A little bit of Mars, Mars, Mars, sparks, can start a prairie fire. Hey, something is going to burn~

There are important figures to appear later.

Hangzhou is not a good place for the Southern Dynasty, but it is okay for Guanyu.
Chapter completed!