One touch and one silence

Liu Yue’s mind was filled with those words.

To the North...

To the North...

On the Lenovo door panel, it is still unclear where Liu Yue is.

Presumably, this master sent people to rescue his prince. Judging from the remoteness of the place and the newness of the house, it must be no more than two years old, which means that the master must have arranged for people to go there in advance.

Then why not give the master some news in advance?

Do we have to wait until it develops like this?

Or does Master Yuanshan also want to take the opportunity to kill his master and escape far away?

If that was the case, Liu Yue had something in mind.

Master Yuanshan was right. The master had long wanted to live a free life. If the master was awake now, why didn't she contact her?

Is it just as she said before, setting them free is actually setting the prince free?

Thinking of this, Liu Yue felt a sour feeling in her heart. Her master was always so caring and considerate to everyone except herself.

now.......

She had to find her master first. As long as her master was doing well, she would never disturb him. When the time came, she would come back and would not let any of the people who had harmed her master go.

Liu Yue rode his horse and disappeared into Kyoto under the cover of night.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and neither the secret guards nor the prince was found.

The Anle Palace in Jiangnan had already been hung with white silk, and the book flag had also returned.

He hid quietly in the corner for many days, and found that the secret guards of Anle Palace seemed not to have returned, so he returned to the palace.

Everyone was busy with the prince's affairs and had no time to pay attention to him, which gave him an opportunity.

Life outside is not as good as that in the palace, whether it is food, clothing or daily necessities. Even if the palace occasionally needs to do some work, the food is first-class and absolutely not available outside.

Besides, he really couldn't stand what happened between Mr. Han San and Zhuo Yichen.

The two of them quarreled all day long.

Shuqi, lying on the bed, suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

The secret guard hadn't come back for such a long time, he must have been eaten by the wolves until not even a bone was left. And the long worm, when it swallowed a person in one bite, it didn't even leave his clothes behind.

Now he was too lazy to think about whether he could become a prince. He had seen this very clearly in the past month. Those people were just using him as the prince said. Now that their goal had been achieved, their attitude towards him had changed.

That means he is no longer of any use to them, and it also means that what the prince said is true.

Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, he finally returned to the palace.

It’s still better to live here.

From early autumn to late autumn, and now to the cold winter, Nanzhi's carriage finally arrived at the border on a day in early winter.

She did not choose to look for Yu Qinglin, but just randomly found a house within his sphere of influence and rented it.

Cai Erniu did not leave immediately, but took care of her with concern.

The winter at the border was colder than ever before. She was shivering from the cold and couldn't get out of bed all day. They could no longer afford charcoal, not even the most basic ones, so they could only burn wood.

Nanzhi sat by the fire all day, only then did she feel alive.

For a moment she regretted that she had come to the wrong place.

Life at the border was too harsh. Not only was it twice as cold as Kyoto and Jiangnan, it was also very dry, so dry that Nanzhi felt his skin was peeling.

At this time, she and Cai Erniu were a father and son. She came to the border to seek medical treatment because of a serious illness.

The two men's clothes were all tattered, but they had a carriage that was still passable. Now they sold the carriage and paid two years' rent.

There is still some money left, which is used for Nanzhi's daily medicine.

Nanzhi touched the jade pendant in his hand, which represented a symbol of status. This piece of jade should be able to be exchanged for some money.

But she didn't want to change it. Once the jade pendant got out, people might know that she was not dead. Then they could find her by following the clues.

She no longer wanted to go back at this point, so here she was called Xiao Qi, without a name.

Just as she was hesitating, a surprised voice came.

"Little Seven!"

Nanzhi heard the voice, turned her head and saw Cai Erniu happily walking in with a wet piece of clothing.

"Xiao Qi, there is a layer inside your clothes. Do you want to cut it open and see what it is?"

Nanzhi looked back in confusion, but she didn't know what it was.

"Go ahead and cut it! I won't wear this dress anymore, so it doesn't matter if it's torn or not."

Cai Erniu took a pair of scissors, carefully picked apart the hidden threads, took out the interlayer, and found that it was actually a silver bill.

"Xiao Qi! It's a silver note, one thousand taels!"

"We can finally go buy some silver charcoal. You've been roasting yourself into a black man!"

Nanzhi:……

"Erniu, go buy some meat later and I'll make you a delicious meal tonight."

Nanzhi looked at the silver note silently. She didn't know who among them sewed the silver note in. She didn't expect that there would be a day when she would actually use it.

"Yes! Okay, I'll listen to Erniu!"

Nanzhi smiled slightly. Her white hair made her face look dark yellow and bloodless under the dim firelight.

Cai Erniu happily put down the clothes in his hands and went out to buy groceries.

Nanzhi sat next to the fire and looked at the big tree root. This thing was actually very difficult to burn. A big tree root could take almost half a day to burn.

This stuff is cheap.

Fortunately, Erniu did not leave, otherwise, she might not have survived this winter.

The news of King Anle's death eventually reached the border.

Even if Nanzhi didn't go out, she could hear the neighbors chatting with Erniu from time to time.

Some people say that the death was unlucky and no body was found.

Some people gloat over other people's misfortune, thinking that dying now is better than dying in the fight for power and the throne.

Of course, the people who were most indignant were the soldiers at the border who had received favors from Nanzhi.

"Marshal! Is the story about King Anle true?"

"Do you know who killed the prince? Old Cheng, I will bring the thief to justice even if I sacrifice my life."

Yu Qinglin remained silent, his face gloomy, no longer the amiable marshal as before.

"This matter is still under investigation, and we don't know yet!"

With a trace of anger on his face, Yu Qinglin said helplessly that all his people were brought to Jiangnan by him to guard the place for His Majesty. These things were reported by the merchants.

He has no definite news.

Thinking of this, he picked up a pen, wrote a letter and handed it over.

"Send this letter quickly and see if this is true."

After Yu Qinglin gave the order, Cheng Feng stormed out.

He was thinking about the fact that the emperor had restored his rank not long ago. Not long after, the Da Ling Dynasty introduced the issue of fine salt. There was obviously something wrong with this matter. It was most likely something that the prince had done.

Hey!

Why do good people never live long?