The Neon Tower

This morning, Yu Han was sitting in front of the desk reading a book, the prince woke up sleepily, and walked softly in front of Yu Han.

"Yuhan? What book are you reading?"

"Anything you want, a collection of poems." Yu Han glanced a little longer, then closed the book: "Have you washed up yet? I'll get you some water."

"I remember, you often go to the tavern to compete with drinking buddies, and you win every time."

"It's just a concession from the drinking buddy. In fact, Yuhan is not very good at reciting poems and fighting against each other."

"Humble again. When I was a child, the Taifu praised you all the time for your excellent painting skills, your calligraphy is vigorous, and you can speak well."

"It all happened when I was a child, but now it's all degenerated." Yu Han walked to the copper basin stand, picked up the cloth handkerchief, wrung the water dry and handed it to the prince.

"Today the weather is good, go for a walk."

"Yes."

"Okay, bring me the clothes."

In the imperial garden, Yu Han was chatting with the prince about homework, while serving him tea and snacks. When the wind picked up, he carefully put on a cloak for the prince.All the eunuchs and court ladies secretly laughed at the jester.

"His Royal Highness, there is an urgent report." An eunuch rushed over and knelt down in front of the prince.

"What's the matter."

"Uh...that..." The eunuch secretly glanced at Yu Han, then leaned closer to the prince's ear and whispered something.

"What? How does this Dongfang Yi do things?" The prince thought for a moment, rolled his eyes, and whispered a few words into the eunuch's ear.

"What's wrong?" Yuhan asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the servant is not doing enough, I have ordered it to go on."

"Oh..."

"Yuhan..." the prince looked at the sky and took a deep breath, and called.

"Yes."

"Are you still used to living here?"

"Very good." Yu Han took a sip of tea. Ever since he saw the wound, he had been looking for opportunities to ask where the coyote was. He had sent someone to spy on the coyote, and now his hand was scratched, which clearly showed that he was the one who hid the coyote and Zhen Rong. . .If you can't ask again, I'm afraid I don't have much time.

Wild jungle--

"Boss, someone fell here."

A dark-skinned, rough-faced strong man pushed through the dense grass, and found a man covered with knife wounds lying curled up in the depths of the grass, with blood stains seeping out of his fine clothes, and his panting was extremely weak.

"kindness?"

With what little effort he had left, he opened his eyes a little, and saw a man with a stern face appearing in front of him. There seemed to be something like a tattoo on his right cheek. Before he could see clearly, he fainted heavily. .

"Take him back." The stern man glanced sideways at the token on his waist.

"Yes."