The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Murong Zhaohui has not received a post from Emperor Cheng inviting the prince to enter the palace, so there is no need to return to Dragon City this year.That's right, there is no news from Changsheng yet, if he returns to Dragon City, he won't be able to know the progress of his subordinates immediately.

With a sigh, he picked up a few letters on the table, all of which were sent from Longcheng.There were two letters from Meng Sikong, one for Changsheng and one for him.The days passed slowly, there was no news from Changsheng, and Meng Sikong's letter had come three times.The first two times I only sent letters to Changsheng, but since Changsheng was not around, no one replied.Regarding Changsheng's disappearance, Murong Zhaohui couldn't bear Meng Sikong to know, so he never told him the news.But it would be even worse if Meng Sikong was kept in the dark.Murong Zhaohui thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to put it aside.Now that Meng Sikong asked him personally, it seemed that he couldn't hide it.

His group of aides didn't know what to think, maybe they felt that he would be lonely without Changsheng, so they sent him a young man to pass, saying that this young man would temporarily replace Changsheng's position.The boy's name was Lan Qi, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was soft and weak, and his appearance was extremely soft and beautiful.When it was delivered to him, Xu Ziwei also talked about a lot of good things about this young man, saying that he is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can dance, and has a good temper.He just smiled, noncommittal.I haven't seen the boy since.

Those staff members may have thought about it a lot. His Changsheng is different. Changsheng is not a child prostitute. Although he is handsome, he is not weak.What's more, Changsheng has been with him for so long, and this kind of feelings accumulated over the years cannot be replaced just by replacing them.If Changsheng knew that he was thought of like that, he would probably be angry.

After reading Meng Sikong's two letters, the letter to Changsheng was his father's longing for his son, which made Murong Zhaohui almost cry.His father was Emperor Cheng, and Emperor Cheng cared about him only when his mother was alive, but it was far less affectionate than this.If given a choice, Murong Zhaohui would prefer to be a child of an ordinary family, without conspiracy and cunning, and a harmonious family, wouldn't it be a pleasure?Opening the letter to him again, Meng Sikong carefully asked about Changsheng's recent situation, saying that he was afraid that Changsheng's mischief would cause him trouble, and asked him to forgive him.

Murong Zhaohui sighed, picked up his pen to write letters, and stopped several times.After scribbling and changing, he didn't know what to say to Meng Sikong.In the end, I wrote down everything that happened, and it took four or five pages.He is ashamed of Meng Sikong and Changsheng.If Changsheng didn't follow him, he would have a better future if he stayed in Longcheng, and it would not be a problem to find an official position in the court in the future.

Last night he dreamed of Changsheng again, he grabbed his hand nervously, but Changsheng broke away from him, smiled at him, turned and jumped off the boat.When he went to see it, Dongting Lake was covered with mist, and there was no sign of Changsheng.Murong Zhaohui was immersed in his thoughts, birds were chirping outside the window, a few naughty birds flew up to the window sill, pecking at the wooden carvings on the window.

When he came back to his senses, he found that there was still an unread letter on the table, the letter was not signed, and the messenger said it was delivered from Longcheng.Who else in Dragon City will write to him?The envelope looked ordinary, and it didn't look like it came from the palace.Murong Zhaohui tore open the envelope, and a few dried small black fruits and a few white flowers fell out inside, looking at the envelope again, there was nothing inside.

Is it a prank?

Murong Zhaohui picked up those few fruits and white flowers and looked at them carefully, feeling puzzled.If it was a prank, it would cost a lot of money to send it from Longcheng quickly.Who would want to make such a joke?

Murong Zhaohui put the fruit back into the envelope, opened the door and went out. "Xiao Shuang, go ask Dr. Feng to come over."

Dr. Feng went to Murong Zhaohui's room with the medicine box on his back. Unexpectedly, Murong Zhaohui didn't let him see a doctor this time, but let him see dried black fruits and a trumpet-shaped white flower.He stroked his goatee, stared at a few things in his hand, smelled them, and put them down after a while.

"Back to King Chu, this black fruit is the fruit of belladonna, which is poisonous and can paralyze people's brains, causing people to have hallucinations. And this white flower is datura flower, which has a calming effect when taken in a small amount, and can counteract the effects of belladonna. The toxicity brought by eggplant, however, will make people feel tired and forgetful... If the toxicity of these two is removed, it is a good medicine for curing diseases and saving lives, but if the toxicity is not removed, it can kill people..."

"What if the two are used on the same person?" Murong Zhaohui listened to Dr. Feng's words, suddenly remembered something, and broke out in cold sweat before he knew it.

"If belladonna is used first, and then Datura is used, people will not die immediately, but will become insane, forgetful, and have hallucinations..." Dr. Feng described the uses and effects of the two drugs in detail, and Murong Zhaohui's face turned paler the more he listened. "Understood, you go down." Murong Zhaohui waved his hand.Dr. Feng bowed his hands to Murong Zhaohui, and exited the door with the medicine box on his back.Seeing Murong Zhaohui's ugly face, Xiao Shuang said, "Your Highness...what's wrong with you..."

"It's nothing, you can go out too." Xiao Shuang looked at Murong Zhaohui worriedly, then saluted and opened the door to go out.

The sunshine outside the window was very good, the birds on the tree were chirping, Murong Zhaohui sat down slumped, looking at the unsigned envelope on the table in a daze.What did the man want to tell him by sending these two things?And who sent him this thing?

This is a secret in Dragon City Palace, ordinary people must not know it, even few people in the palace know it.What did the man want him to do by telling him this?

Summer is coming to an end, and the red lotus blooms to the extreme, coquettish and beautiful, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.Murong Zhaohui sat by the pool, looking at a pool of red lotuses, a blue dragonfly landed on one of the lotus flowers, slightly flapping its translucent wings.Changsheng planted a pool of red lotus for him, in order to let him have memories.However, this thought may push him into the abyss.

"Your Highness, what do you want me for?" Jiang Ling came behind Murong Zhaohui, "The matter of Young Master Changsheng..."

"This time it's not for longevity." Murong Zhaohui turned his head, with determination in his eyes. "This king wants to go back to Dragon City, and wants to go back to the palace."

Jiang Ling was startled, and said: "This year, the Holy Majesty did not invite the princes back to the palace."

"Jiangling, you know what I mean. Tell me, with the current situation, what are the chances of me returning to Dragon City?"

Jiang Ling lowered his head, not looking at Murong Zhaohui's burning gaze: "Subordinate...subordinate doesn't know."

"I know I have nothing, but I want to try, I don't care even if the fish dies and the net breaks." Murong Zhaohui knew in his heart that if he acted rashly, it might not be the fish dying but the net breaking but moths flying into the flame.But even so, he still wanted to know what happened in the palace that he didn't know about, and what kind of mood did that person treat him and his mother.

"I know that you belong to the royal father, but you are now the king's subordinate. I don't need to teach you what the fate of a subordinate who betrayed the master will be."

Jiang Ling smiled wryly, it seemed that this young man had unknowingly shed his gentle and harmless appearance, revealing the craziest factor in his blood.This is the Murong family.The members of the Murong family are of noble blood, but all of them are lunatics. They are no different from ordinary people on weekdays. Once they touch a certain string in their hearts, they will fall into madness, even the seemingly weak and deceitful Murong Zhaohui is no exception.

Jiang Ling knelt down and looked at the young man: "The day Emperor Cheng bestowed me on you, my life will belong to the King of Chu. Jiang Ling will always be by your side and will never betray you."

Murong Zhaohui nodded: "Very good. Let's go down first, remember to keep things secret, and the number of hidden guards in the Palace of Chu will also increase."

Jiang Ling responded and was about to retreat, but Murong Zhaohui called him back.

"Also... I won't look for Changsheng yet..."

Jiang Ling was surprised. "Aren't you looking for it?" Jiang Ling felt that longevity should be very important in Murong Zhaohui's heart. What made him suddenly give up?

"Don't look for it anymore, call everyone back." Murong Zhaohui looked at a pool of red lotus, and the blue dragonfly on the red lotus had already flown away. "If he is still alive... one day he will come back to me..."

Later, there were intermittent letters from Longcheng, still blank envelopes, without a signature, and did not explain the reason for sending the belladonna fruit and datura flowers.The letter only contains some news about the palace, such as Emperor Cheng's physical condition, Empress Rende's movements, the struggle between the two factions in the court, all valuable news is here.The person who wrote the letter had beautiful handwriting, but he was not familiar with it.Who exactly wrote to him, he could never guess.He thought that maybe that person wanted to deal with the whole country of Yan, maybe he wanted to mess up everything in the country of Yan.He guessed that it might be caused by spies from the two northern countries, but he didn't care.He doesn't care about the world, he only cared about a few people in his life, and now they are not by his side anymore.

The flowers in the red lotus pond bloomed and withered, and finally withered completely, covered by ice and snow.As the weather got colder, the worry in the little eyes became more and more serious.After Changsheng left, Murong Zhaohui was depressed for a while, but it was still good at that time, it's just that love fell into memories.After he received the letter that day, his whole person changed slowly. He became the same as Mrs. Lian in the past two years, his eyes became colder and colder, he looked at people with suspicion, and he resisted getting close to people.Originally, the arrival of Changsheng slowly changed this point, but I didn't expect it to change back now.

At first she thought it was because of Changsheng, but later she overheard Jiang Ling mentioning it, and realized that Murong Zhaohui had not sent anyone to look for Changsheng since the Mid-Autumn Festival.These days, she also discovered that Murong Zhaohui put more energy into recruiting staff. He seemed to be planning some kind of plan. She only knew that it had something to do with the palace. She was secretly worried about Murong Zhaohui's fate, but she couldn't say anything. .She knew Murong Zhaohui's temperament, once she recognized it, she would not change it.

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