There was pain on his forehead. He kept his head down and moved forward. He hit countless trees and wiped his hands and legs countless times. His black robe looked dusty.

After pushing the stone out, he already had two large blood blisters on his palms, which had not been exercised much, and they hurt when touched.

He gritted his teeth and moved the stone up, stepped on it, and kept knocking on the door knocker.

Soon, the old housekeeper opened the door.

The old housekeeper glanced at Yuan Xingchen and was a little surprised. Naturally, he saw Yuan Xingchen covered in gray and the scratches on his face.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I...I..."

After Yuan Xingchen said the word "I", he could no longer open his mouth.

After all, the old steward has served many officials and knows some clothes. Among the officials, the most unique costumes are those of the Qin Tianjian. The old friend of the housekeeper also talked about these with him.

He glanced at Yuan Xingchen and then cautiously asked: "A person from Qintian Prison?"

Yuan Xingchen kept nodding his head, and the old housekeeper told him not to run around and immediately ran in to report.

When Xu Changan saw this shy little boy, he was a little surprised. In his impression, the people in Qintian Prison should all give people the feeling of being immortal.

But standing in front of him was just a gray, shy little boy.

"Little brother, what are you doing for me?"

Looking at Yuan Xingchen who was so anxious that he could not speak a word, Xu Changan understood this feeling.

As long as you don't communicate with people for many years, it will be like this when you meet people. You obviously have thousands of words to express, but you can't say a single word.

Xu Changan took Yuan Xingchen to the corner, avoiding everyone.

Yuan Xingchen glanced at Xu Changan gratefully, and then said: "I am Mr. Chai's disciple, and I have something important to report."

After arriving in a lonely place, Yuan Xingchen was really able to communicate normally.

Darkness and loneliness can give him a sense of security.

Yuan Xingchen mustered up his courage.

"Zhongyi...Zhongyihou..." He hesitated, and he could only say these three words because he was very nervous.

"Is this the Zhongyihou Mansion?"

Yuan Xingchen nodded again.

"Then I can't help you. I only heard that the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyi is in Buzhengfang, but that's where the dignitaries and princes live, and I've never been there." She spread her arms helplessly.

hands.

Yuan Xingchen was also a little disappointed. He didn't know how much courage it took to talk so much to strangers, but it turned out to be useless.

"However, I know how to get to Buzhengfang. I have never been in it. You should be able to find it when you get to Buzhengfang, right?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Yuan Xingchen's eyes, which were sparkling and a little cute.

The aunt showed him the way, and Yuan Xingchen quickly remembered it in his heart. He wanted to say thank you to the aunt, but he couldn't say it because the "thank you" stuck in his mouth.

"Shy little boy." The aunt smiled, and the urging sounds of the diners came from behind. The aunt responded and said: "I know, go quickly!" Then turned around and returned to the noodle stall.

Yuan Xingchen glanced at the aunt gratefully and walked in the direction she pointed.

The crowds on the road gradually became sparse, and soon he saw the tall archway. Under the archway were two big lions, glaring like bells, baring their teeth, and raising their manes, making them look majestic.

Yuan Xingchen didn't notice the two dead objects and looked at the three large gold characters on the archway.

"Buzhengfang."

Bu Zheng Fang became even quieter. Occasionally, the sound of wind passed by my ears, and a few birds opened their eyes, looked sleepy, spread their wings, and moved to another place to rest.

Yuan Xingchen was walking around alone in the huge Buzhengfang, but couldn't see anyone. He sighed and could only look at the sky.

A burst of bright golden light emitted from his eyes.

Generally speaking, whether it is calculation or stargazing, purple energy is the most orthodox. If this golden light is seen by others, it will be labeled as a heretic. His father was like this, and he did not die well in the end.

Under the eyes blessed by the bright golden light, the sky shrinks infinitely, as if it has become a map.

He took his sights on the Yinghuo Star, raised his head, and the pace of his feet became extremely regular.

In his field of vision, when he coincided with the Yinghuo Star, he withdrew his eyes that were shining with golden light, lowered his head, rubbed the neck that he had been raising, and turned twice, feeling a little depressed.

However, when he saw the three or four characters "Loyalty and Justice" in front of him, he breathed out a sigh of relief and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Xingchen stood on tiptoes, but still couldn't reach the door knocker. He could only turn his head and look at the road. The bluestone road was extremely clean, and the moonlight shone on it, making it look even more deserted.

There were no stones on the road. He looked at the small woods on both sides. It was pitch black. Yuan Xingchen gritted his teeth and got in anyway.

When he got inside, he couldn't see anything at all. Yuan Xingchen could only fumble, squat down, and slowly fumble forward. Finally, he touched a stone that was a little high. He tried it, but he couldn't hold it, so he could only turn it around.

In one direction, he looked at the bluestone road illuminated by the moonlight and rolled in that direction.

He is weak and has lived in the Yuan Mansion since he was a child. He has never been out of Chang'an, and it takes a lot of effort to climb up to the house to watch the stars.

There were scratches all over his upper face.

I don't know how long it took, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He was breathing heavily and finally pushed out the stepping stone.

There was pain on his forehead. He kept his head down and moved forward. He hit countless trees and wiped his hands and legs countless times. His black robe looked dusty.

After pushing the stone out, he already had two large blood blisters on his palms, which had not been exercised much, and they hurt when touched.

He gritted his teeth and moved the stone up, stepped on it, and kept knocking on the door knocker.

Soon, the old housekeeper opened the door.

The old housekeeper glanced at Yuan Xingchen and was a little surprised. Naturally, he saw Yuan Xingchen covered in gray and the scratches on his face.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I...I..."

After Yuan Xingchen said the word "I", he could no longer open his mouth.

After all, the old steward has served many officials and knows some clothes. Among the officials, the most unique costumes are those of the Qin Tianjian. The old friend of the housekeeper also talked about these with him.

He glanced at Yuan Xingchen and then cautiously asked: "A person from Qintian Prison?"

Yuan Xingchen kept nodding his head, and the old housekeeper told him not to run around and immediately ran in to report.

When Xu Changan saw this shy little boy, he was a little surprised. In his impression, the people in Qintian Prison should all give people the feeling of being immortal.

But standing in front of him was just a gray, shy little boy.

"Little brother, what are you doing for me?"

Looking at Yuan Xingchen who was so anxious that he could not speak a word, Xu Changan understood this feeling.

As long as you don't communicate with people for many years, it will be like this when you meet people. You obviously have thousands of words to express, but you can't say a single word.

Xu Changan took Yuan Xingchen to the corner, avoiding everyone.

Yuan Xingchen glanced at Xu Changan gratefully, and then said: "I am Mr. Chai's disciple, and I have something important to report."

After arriving in a lonely place, Yuan Xingchen was really able to communicate normally.
Chapter completed!