Speaking of Rouyao, everyone felt gloomy and sad.
Liu Liu asked Xiao Tuo, "Yes, actually Su Qing can stay in Beimo."
Liu Liu felt that Su Qing was heartless. After all, Rouyao had liked him for so long, he should at least stay in Beimo to find her.
Zi'an said, "The Great Zhou is probably in chaos. Now there are so many people in the Northern Desert looking for Rouyao. Su Qing has no connections there and doesn't know the terrain, so it's useless for him to stay."
"But at least you have the thought in mind. Instead of drinking all day, you might as well stay there and look for her." Liu Liu said.
Lingli whispered, "He thinks Rouyao is dead."
"Ah? Why? Didn't you say you saw Rouyao being taken away by Ajing?" Liu Liu asked in surprise.
Lingli sighed, "Looking back now, I don't know if I was wrong. I was really afraid that I gave you false hope. I just hope it's true."
"Don't scare me!" Liu Liu opened her mouth and wanted to cry.
Xiao Tuo said quickly: "Don't believe Lingli's words, she is really trying to scare you."
"What are you telling me not to believe in her?" Liu Liu sighed.
Zi'an and Murong Jie looked at each other and sighed.
Murong Jie said calmly: "This prince does not know how to comfort people, you go ahead."
Zi'an spread his hands, "That's actually all I'm good for, right?"
Although he said this, he walked out.
Su Qing sat on the stone steps in front of the corridor, leaning on the railing beside him, and looked up at the sky.
The moon is hiding in the clouds, and the stars are twinkling, which is indescribably charming and alluring.
Zi'an sat down and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it out."
Su Qing smiled and said, "What's the point of saying it? Will Rouyao come back?"
"Do you like her in your heart?" Zi'an couldn't help but ask.
"She's a very nice girl."
Nice guy card? Rouyao doesn't need it.
"Do you like Lingli?"
Su Qing put the wine jug aside, stretched, and then leaned lazily on the railing, looking very depressed, "I don't want to talk about this now."
"Forget it. I don't know how to persuade you. I always have hope for Rouyao in my heart. I think she will come back."
Su Qing smiled deeply, "Yes."
He closed his heart like that, and Zi'an didn't know what to say.
The two were silent. Zi'an stood up, patted him on the shoulder gently, and went in.
For some things, no one's comfort can help you. You have to deal with them slowly, step by step, by yourself.
They each went back to their rooms. Zi'an made a pot of tea and handed a cup to Murong Jie.
Murong Jie held a teacup with a golden plum branch and buds in its hand, looking quite hesitant.
"What are you thinking about?" Zi'an took off her makeup and hair accessories, turned around and asked him.
Murong Jie took a sip and said, "Now that you are back in Beijing, how do you feel?"
"What kind of feeling can there be? Nothing more than missing the high bed and soft pillows at home." Zi'an chuckled, but felt a little melancholy in his heart.
"We are returning with achievements this time." Murong Jie said concisely.
"Yes, being in the spotlight can also make you the target of public criticism." Zi'an looked at his face in the mirror. He had been busy these days, and had been bedridden due to an injury. His face was very pale, and the bruises under his eyes would not go away. He looked so haggard that he could not bear to look at himself.
"I will never let you suffer any injustice again!" Murong Jie's eyes were cold and cruel.
"I won't necessarily feel wronged." Zi'an walked over and put his hands around his neck. He stretched out his hands and hugged the woman who was sitting across his legs around the waist.
Since we got married, we rarely spend time together like this.
Zi'an said softly, "Seventh Brother, when you go back, do whatever you should do, and don't hesitate because of me."
There was a hint of forbearance in Murong Jie's eyes. He opened his mouth but said nothing. He just kissed her lips.
After being intimate for a while, the two separated. Zi'an couldn't help but spoil the scenery, "Speaking of which, the prince of the state of Zhenguo made a deal with you, did you save him?"
Murong Jie raised his eyes, "He will live, but how he lives and what kind of life he lives is not my business."
He touched An's slightly red and swollen lips, reached out and hugged her, and the two of them rolled on the bed.
Murong Jie came up to Zi'an with a faint smell of alcohol on her mouth and spit on her face. Zi'an had drunk a few glasses of wine, so her head was a little dizzy and her face was as red as a flower that could be pinched to produce water droplets. Murong Jie looked at her in fascination.
However, Zian was a little absent-minded.
Murong Jie said unhappily, "What are you thinking about? You are so distracted."
Zi'an simply sat up and said, "That day when I was having a banquet in the palace, I saw that the eunuch beside Emperor Kangping looked familiar. It's not that his appearance was familiar, but his movements, steps, and back seemed familiar to me."
"How many people in the palace do you know?" Murong Jie asked with a smile.
"I don't know her. She has only been to the palace once and has never even seen the emperor." Zi'an also found it puzzling.
"Then you may be overthinking. Don't worry too much. Before leaving, I told Prince Qi..."
Zi'an looked up suddenly, "Prince Qi, yes, that man's movements and steps are exactly like Prince Qi."
Murong Jie was startled, then reached out and wiped her forehead, "Are you okay? How could a eunuch look like Prince Qi? And if he really looked like Prince Qi, why didn't I see it?"
"It's not the appearance, but the back view and movements, they all look very much like Prince Qi." Zi'an felt like something was stuck in his brain and he couldn't figure out the mystery.
Murong Jie thought for a moment, then suddenly opened the door to look for Lingli.
Lingli came over and heard Zi'an say this. She frowned and thought for a while, "This disguise technique can change a person's appearance, but body language is always difficult to change due to habit. Therefore, some people are exposed mostly because of habitual movements, gestures and tone of voice."
"Lingli, have you met Chu Jing?" Zi'an asked.
Lingli smiled conceitedly, "Of course I have seen it. I have also walked past the Beimo Palace several times."
"Do you think he is similar to Prince Qi?" Zi'an asked.
Sometimes, brothers not only have similar looks, but also similar actions and expressions.
When Zi'an asked this, Lingli was a little stunned. "Come to think of it, they are quite similar. They both like to walk with their hands behind their backs and their waists are very straight when they walk. I also saw that Prince Qi likes to swing his sleeves. When I entered the palace, I saw Chu Jing also doing this."
After saying that, she shook her sleeves and demonstrated it.
Murong Jie said in a daze: "Yes, Prince Qi likes this."
Zi'an looked at Murong Jie fiercely, "Prince Zhenguo lied. Chu Jing did not go to Nanjun to find Prince Luo, but stayed with Emperor Kangping."
Murong Jie calmed down, pressed his hand, and said to Lingli: "Call Su Qing and Xiao Tuo, things may change."
"Yes!" Lingli turned around and left.
Su Qing was already about 70% drunk when he arrived, but when he heard about the changes in Beimo, he suddenly woke up and sobered up a little. He and Xiao Tuo stared at Murong Jie with wide eyes.
(End of this chapter)