There's something wrong with the general.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining brightly.

Early morning, Beijing.

Wen Yuxi took Zhiming's arm and sat at a table in a bun shop, grinning and saying, "Brother, what would you like to eat?"

Zhiming glanced at the sign hanging on the bun shop, Li Ji Buns, and shook his head: "No need."

Wen Yuxi leaned forward and strongly recommended: "Brother, you must try it. The buns here are very delicious. We came early today, so there are not many people here."

Zhiming nodded: "I'll listen to you, Junior Brother."

"Boss, two trays of steamed buns, one tray of vegetarian buns, one tray of meat buns, and two bowls of lotus seed porridge."

"Okay, wait a minute, you two."

The shop owner was a man in his forties or fifties. He had a smile on his face. He opened the steamer deftly and brought out the buns.

He turned to the woman inside and said, "Quickly serve two bowls of lotus seed porridge to the two guests."

After hearing this, the woman wiped her hands on her apron and then slowly began to make the porridge.

This personality is exactly the opposite of the shop owner.

When she brought the bowl, Wen Yuxi discovered that one of her legs was lame.

Wen Yuxi glanced at him casually and then looked away.

The woman saw Wen Yuxi, who was dressed neatly and had an extraordinary temperament, but was wolfing down the buns, one at a time, as if he had not eaten for many days.

She couldn't help but smile kindly, and even with the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, you could still tell that she was a beauty when she was young.

"Sir, please take your time. There is no rush."

Wen Yuxi raised her head, smiled with her eyes curved, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

At this moment.

The two people at the next table looked at them and couldn't help but ask, "You two young men look like you're from out of town. How did you know the buns here are so good?"

Wen Yuxi turned around and saw a big man with a curly beard and a little girl of seven or eight years old sitting next to him.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "I was just guessing, but I was lucky, it was really good."

As he said that, he stuffed another bun into his mouth.

Yesterday, he and his senior brother traveled for a whole day and finally arrived at a remote corner of the capital before dawn.

Then walk here.

Fortunately, there were no cameras in ancient times, otherwise flying would be impossible.

Wen Yuxi finished half of the buns and a bowl of porridge in one go.

He leaned back, patted his stomach, and showed a satisfied expression.

Then his eyes fell on Zhiming.

He was holding a bun in his hand and eating it slowly and leisurely with an elegant posture, which was pleasing to the eye.

I couldn't help but laugh in my heart. Senior brother doesn't look like he is eating at all. If you don't know, you would think he is doing some national affairs.

He ate one after another without wasting any, and Wen Yuxi stared at him nonchalantly.

After finishing his meal, Zhiming wiped his mouth, raised his head, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you looking at, Junior Brother?"

Wen Yuxi blinked. Senior brother was asking this question even though he knew the answer.

So he deliberately said, "I'm looking at the mark behind Senior Brother."

"Huh?" Zhiming was slightly stunned and turned to look behind him.

I saw a crabapple flower carved with a knife on the wooden frame of Li Ji’s bun shop stall.

The bearded man at the next table said in a deep voice, "Since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has been very strict in managing merchants. He requires every shop to be registered. After successful verification by the government, they will be issued a document allowing them to operate and have crabapple flowers engraved on the shop or shelves."

He chuckled, "Everyone in the world knows that the current emperor loves crabapples, so crabapples are everywhere."

"Your Majesty?"

Wen Yuxi was shocked.

He was only away for two months, and the emperor of the Great Zhou had changed?

The shopkeeper took over the conversation and sighed, "Yes. The prince ascended the throne a month ago."

"Then...what about Emperor Zhou?"

The shopkeeper looked around cautiously. It was still early and there were not many people on the street.

Then he walked closer and said in a low voice, "It is said that he died suddenly."

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This kind of thing actually happened.

Will his family be affected by the new emperor's ascension to the throne?

Wen Yuxi became restless when he thought of this. He paid the money and hurriedly pulled Zhiming away.

"Are you worried, brother?"

Wen Yuxi nodded.

Now they are still dozens of miles away from home, and they cannot reveal their whereabouts.

So he bought a horse nearby and rode back to the mansion with Zhiming.

......

Shuanghua was sitting in the pavilion in the Marquis's Mansion, embroidering a sachet.

Holding the thread in her hand, she sighed as she embroidered: Where did the Marquis go? Why hasn't he come back yet?

It has been more than half a month since his birthday, and there is still no news from him.

Butler Wang said he was out on something.

But what can't be done in two months?

Nothing will happen.

It was all her fault for suggesting going to Ci'en Temple. Now the general's whereabouts are unknown and the marquis is not coming back either.

There were only a few people in the huge yard, so she had nothing to do every day and was always worried.

Many times in my dreams I saw the Marquis coming back with blood all over his face.

Every time she woke up from a nightmare, she would sweat profusely, but she was very grateful that it was just a terrible dream.

After that, she knelt in the ancestral hall for half an hour every day to pray for the general and the marquis, hoping that they would be safe and sound.

My Lord, where have you been?

Shuanghua sighed again. Her needlework was so rotten that she embroidered a sachet crookedly.

She was about to tear it down and redo it.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the yard ahead.

He frowned and thought: Could it be that Brother Tie is back? Didn’t he just leave?

But the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't help but stand up.

A man in a sky-blue robe was riding a horse straight towards her.

The man was like a god, and she couldn't help but stare at him in amazement.

After coming to his senses, he quickly walked down from the pavilion, spread his arms and shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you ride a horse directly into the Marquis's mansion?"

"Xu."

The man stopped his horse.

But someone jumped down first, and after he stopped, he looked at her with a smile and called out clearly, "Shuanghua, the master is back."

Shuanghua stood frozen in place, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

"Marquis... Marquis?"

Wen Yuxi looked down at his clothes, which were quite neat. He couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "What? You don't recognize me? Then I'm leaving."

As he spoke, he pretended to walk out.

Shuanghua's eyes suddenly filled with tears. Even though there were outsiders around, she still rushed towards him regardless.

Wen Yuxi caught her in his arms, patted her head lovingly, and whispered soothingly, "I'm sorry for making Shuanghua worry."

Shuanghua could no longer hold back her tears, which poured down like beads onto his clothes on his chest.

"My Lord, you are finally back."

Wen Yuxi's body suddenly stiffened. This girl is really made of water, she cries too much.

He patted her back uncomfortably and looked at Zhiming with a sad face.

Senior brother, help!

Zhiming was riding on his horse, staring at the two of them with his eyes lowered, his lips slightly pursed.