When Zhao Bohu arrived with two hundred palace guards, some tomb-protecting officials had gathered outside the royal tomb. Everyone looked up at the direction of the underground palace of Fengtu Mound, looking at each other in confusion. Huang Ying was leading four people.

The 3-year-old third prince Ji Ci was there. As soon as he saw him, he came up to greet him: "Hello, Public Security Zhao!"

Zhao Bohu returned the courtesy respectfully, and without waiting for the other party to ask, he advised: "It's cold and freezing, and the third prince has always been weak. It's not suitable to stand in the snow for a long time. Please take him back to rest! Everyone here has ministers!"

Please rest assured, Madam."

Huang Ying licked her lips a few times. She was a good-natured person. Although she felt strange, she finally didn't ask anything and took Ji Ci down.

Zhao Bohu climbed up the slippery steps to the entrance of the underground palace with great difficulty. Jia, the chamberlain, had already come forward to greet him anxiously: "My lord, you are finally here. Your Majesty has been in there for a long time and no one is allowed to follow you. This is terrible.

How is it good?"

"Let me go in and have a look, and I will definitely persuade the king to return to the palace."

The entrance to the underground palace is dark. Even if you carry a palace lantern, if the corridors on both sides are not lit with everlasting lanterns, it is difficult to imagine how to reach the end of it. The further you go in, the more you can hear Ji Xie's intermittent crying:

"Aji------I'm sorry for you------I imprisoned you in the middle palace, tortured you that night, and forced you to have a child------If I had known this, I would never--

-----"

When it came to the privacy of the palace curtains, Zhao Bohu looked back. Fortunately, he only had a secret uncle following him, and he would never go out and talk nonsense. In the open space in front of him, there was the queen's coffin bed, and Ji Xie was leaning against the corner of the ebony coffin.

He was telling something. His face was full of tears, and he was weeping while talking. The situation was sour.

"Your Majesty, please accept your sorrow temporarily and return to the palace."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xie suddenly raised his head, his eyes were in a trance, as if he had woken up from a dream: "Zimu, why are you here? Are you going to court? I'm leaving now."

Zhao Bohu didn't expect it to go so smoothly. But soon, he realized that something was wrong. Tonight, King Zhou Yi seemed to be in a dream, going from Haojing to the royal tomb, and from the royal tomb back to the palace.

He said nothing, his eyes were dull, and he was as unconscious as a puppet. From time to time, he would only mutter to himself and shed tears. Could it be that only Wang Ling could contain the pain of losing his wife with nowhere to go?

According to modern terms, the impact of this cold wave is not too wide. From the Wei River Valley to Hangu Pass, the first snow fell. When he saw the tall pass tower, Wei Duoyou felt mixed. On the one hand,

He was very lucky to be able to get out of the pass before the Hangu Pass was frozen; on the other hand, when he saw Hangu Pass, he thought of his adoptive father who was in name only, and he felt inexplicably depressed.

However, he was lucky after all. When Guan Li replied to Young Master He, he accidentally mentioned that General Ji Zheng had returned to Chaoge to recuperate due to illness. He had been away for a few months, and now the guard general of Hangu Pass was temporarily vacant. This made Wei

Duoyou breathed a sigh of relief and did not have to brave the snow to avoid this person. At the same time, the official also invited an unexpected person to meet them.

"Fang Mumu? Ha! Why are you here?" When Wei Duoyou saw the person coming, he jumped up and punched him hard.

Zi Fu's father rubbed his chest and said with dignity: "I dare not trouble Young Master Wei, so I came to the pass to greet him. It's freezing cold, and the young master must be eager to return home. How can I dare to trouble young master Wei and take a detour?"

The young master and Wen Yan were quite touched. Before he could say anything, Wei Duoyou joked: "Pull him down! Don't you think so much of your wife? Don't say it so nicely!"

"You------" Zi Fu's father blushed: "You deserve to be beaten as a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

"Okay, okay!" Wei He grabbed Wei Duoyou and said with a smile, "Mrs. Jiang and your concubine are both warming up the car at the back. Dr. Kong please come!"

The son's father looked happy, he hurriedly bowed and walked back.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the road ahead was confusing, so the group had to stop at Hangu Pass. Since this pass is a traffic hub for traveling from south to north, there are enough guest rooms. In the wing room, Fu He held his son who had just turned one year old.

The younger daughter is exchanging cups with Kui Duoyou.

"Can you give her to my wife? How can a grown man drink while holding a child?" No matter when, Wei Duoyou likes to joke about this "square piece of wood", which seems to have become a habit.

Zifu's father looked at his little daughter in his arms, her pink face was flushed, and she was talking to him with her little hands "babbling". He was so fond of her in his heart that he said with a smile: "When I left Haojing, she was still there.

It’s been almost two years since I was born, so how can I stop worrying so much? Now I can’t bear to let go of you once I hug you. You’ll understand when you get married and have children.”

"Me? Get married?" Kui Duoyou smiled bitterly: "It's impossible in this life! Who can like me?"

Zifu's father heard something strange in his words, so he handed the child to the maid aside: "Take her to find Madam."

The maid left the table, and Fu He picked up the large blue jade pot on the table and slowly poured wine for him: "I heard from my wife that Duke Zhao intended to marry his wife and sister to you, but you refused, so because of this matter

Is it possible to leave Beijing in anger?"

"What does it matter if I agree or not?" Kui Duoyou picked up the wine glass with a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "Fan has great ambitions and intends to send his daughter to the palace to serve the king of Zhou and the prince. How can he think so highly of me?

A half-military man?"

Zifu's father, He Muran, could only slowly drink the wine in the glass. He only felt the fragrance of the wine, which was refreshing. He stared at Wei Duoyou: "Even if this is like this, it is also Fan's fault. Zimu has a good heart, but you can't

Don’t take your anger out on him!”

"I didn't!" Wei Duoyou slammed the wine glass to the ground, making a short clear sound on the cold and hard blue brick floor: "I just think he has too many things!"

Zifufu was quiet for a long time, then slowly raised his head: "Many people in the world have the desire to climb up to the dragon and follow the phoenix, but they don't know the value of ordinary and meaningful days! This time the queen passed away, the king of Zhou's temperament changed drastically, and the concubines in the harem either died or were abolished. These

But the princes are still rushing to send their sisters and daughters to that place where they will never see the light of day. Alas!" He suddenly sighed with emotion: "Now that I think about it, the queen really thought about me and my husband, so she brought us together!"

Why didn't Wei Duoyou understand what he meant? Thinking about E Shi who played the xun by the Han River back then, he was so angry that he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it up, as if asking himself and the other party: "

Tell me, why do men and women in this world have to have a family? Wouldn’t it be comfortable to be carefree like me?"

"How can there be true freedom from care and concern in the world? After all, people are neither flowers nor mist. They have parents and children to care about. How can they be like dew and morning mist, just say no and disappear without worries? Ziliang, you are smart.

"People, never miss me, never miss me, but also think about your mother's loving care for you, and always establish yourself as a human being." Zifu's every sentence comes from the sincerity, and he also has a deep understanding of Wei Duoyou's life experience.

Not ignorant.

Wei Duoyou couldn't help but feel a little moved, and asked in a low voice: "My mother has passed away, who else in the world is worthy of my concern?"

"No?" Zifu's father raised his glass, took a sip, and frowned: "Zimu blames himself very much for your refusal to marry. My wife and Mrs. Zhao had a good relationship in Haojing. I heard that it was because of you.

, the Duke of Zhao and his wife had a quarrel and did not speak to each other for several days."

"Is it true?" Kui Duoyou's heart sank: "If that's true, then I've committed a big sin!"

"It's okay," Zifu's father smiled: "How can we have an overnight feud between husband and wife? It will pass. It's just a pity that a good marriage is gone. If you really marry Meng Ji, then you and Zimu will be the same.

We are sworn brothers and brothers-in-law. From now on, the two families will live next to each other. What a great thing, but it’s a pity, it’s a pity------"

Really? Wei Duoyou was startled. Could this be his original thought? Did he misunderstand him?

"By the way, where is Young Master He? I invited him to come with me." Zifu's father He's question interrupted Wei Duoyou's thoughts, and he instinctively replied: "Oh, someone is coming from Chaoge.

I am talking to the young master in the room."

In another slightly larger wing around the corner, Mr. Wei He was talking to a young man. This man had broad ears, a tall forehead and a broad forehead, and looked very wise. Wei He took a silk book from his hand and wrote it.

The candle burned brighter, and he frowned deeply as he looked at it.

"Yu, since my father has appointed my mother as his wife, what do I have to fear? Why should I hide it like this?" Wei He asked puzzledly. At his age, it was still difficult for him to understand his parents' painstaking arrangements.

.

The young man named Yu quickly saluted and persuaded: "Sir, as the saying goes, 'It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows.' The prince has been ill for a long time. At this time, he is helping his wife. It is inevitable that he will not think too much about you. You are my wife."

Our only flesh and blood, you have to be extremely careful!"

"But, with your arrangement like this, wouldn't it put many friends at a disadvantage? Put him in the open and don't tell him the truth. What if there is a mistake? After all, he is a close friend of Duke Zhao, and the prince also regards him as a friend.

He is very close, how can I explain to them when the time comes?"

"Ji people have their own destiny. What's more," Yu raised his head and glanced with a somewhat meaningful look: "The prince also knows the life experience of Wei Duoyou. In any case, is it possible that the prince will watch him die unexpectedly? Even if he is an illegitimate son.

, after all, they are also father and son, and tiger poison will not eat its own children! Why should the young master worry about others?"

The young master and he were silent for a long time, then sighed and said: "I hope so!"

The backyard of Duke Zhao's Mansion in Haojing was covered with snow, but bursts of children's laughter could be heard coming in from outside. Zhao Bohu opened half of the window to disperse the charcoal gas in the house.

It was freezing cold, and in the spacious courtyard, several young maids were sweeping away the snow. The thin ice on the ground had not yet melted. The girls were playing happily, picking up thin ice from the ground and stuffing it into each other's collars and sleeves, or playing with each other.

It was sliding around, swaying unsteadily, but luckily they were all warm and chubby, so they didn't get hurt, but everyone's face was red and excited from playing.
Chapter completed!