Two meals a day are a way of saving for the sake of survival by poor people, and three meals a day are the standard for the aristocratic class.

The Prince's Mansion and the Wei Mansion are in the inner city. Hua Chen did not spend much time together. In addition, he didn't spend much time in the Wei Mansion for a long time, so when he returned to the Prince's Mansion, he happened to be lunch time.

The same dining table, the same people, seemed to have nothing changed.

Ying Jian picked up a piece of lean meat and put it in his mouth, and said casually: "I said, my mother's illness is fine. When are you planning to eat and drink for free at my house? Don't talk about me, even Alan can't stand it anymore."

Two days ago, Hua Chen was still in the mood to discuss Yi Lan's affairs with Ying Jian, but now he doesn't care about such trivial matters.

On the way back, Hua Chen thought for a long time, but he always felt that his current situation was not good: it was okay to win the book, but the King of Qin, who was determined to cooperate with him, was still calm after being rejected, but the old man Wei Xuan was a little difficult to deal with.

To be honest, although the old and the young are regarded as partners and opponents who will plan for the world in the future, Hua Chen himself has never thought so. Everything is just subjective conjectures of Ying Ji and Wei Xuan.

After all, he was young and frivolous, but Hua Chen regretted it now: Qin's internal affairs were mixed with some yarn? He solved the trouble of winning the book and saved Fan Xin, but he fell into it. There was no way to fight with Wei Xuan, but he also made his situation worse.

A man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. Hua Chen now feels that he is possessing Heshi Bi: he doesn't want to make a fortune by relying on this thing, but he is targeted by others, so leaving Qin as soon as possible is his best choice.

"Tomorrow", Hua Chen was not interested in the meal and said softly: "The snow has stopped, I plan to leave tomorrow. You can send someone to notify the king."

Unexpectedly, Hua Chen's answer was so straightforward, and a bitterness appeared on Ying Jian's face.

Yes, Ying Jian gave up, or he could not ignore Yi Lan's heartbreaking eyes, but when Hua Chen said "tomorrow", the time that was close to him, his heart still couldn't help but tremble.

After barely squeezing out a smile, Ying Jian put down the chopsticks and said, "Okay, you eat first. I'll send someone to inform Brother Wang. He had agreed at the beginning that he would leave the city and see him off on the day you leave Xianyang City."

Hua Chen lowered his head and chuckled, "I'm talking about it like a disaster. You all hope that I will leave soon."

Ying Jian just smiled at Hua Chen's words, looked deeply at Yi Lan who was sitting aside silently, and stood up and left.

After lunch, Hua Chen returned to his room with some concern.

Without asking the maid to help, Hua Chen sat alone on the bed, folding his clothes one by one. At the beginning, with the tweaking of his slender fingers, he saw a neat piece of clothing in the blink of an eye, as if he had to rely on the operation on his hands to disperse his irritability.

Hua Chen was quite relieved about winning the book. That guy just regarded himself as the same type of person, but he was as proud as he must think that he was better. With other constraints, he would not do anything.

But Wei Xuan is different. This old man with a sensitive heart as if he was a "young girl". He could see too far. Just by looking through the leopard, he could see the future: Qingji passed away and had no children, and Hua Chen succeeded to the throne of King Wu. The probability of Hua Chen succeeding to the throne of King Wu is less than one in ten thousand.

Hua Chen was really afraid that the old man would get angry and bring a group of people to do it. If this is true, he would probably have no place to cry.

Later, Hua Chen's hand speed became slower and slower. After folding the last piece of clothing and tied it on the package, he gently patted the package, and his heart slowly calmed down.

With a chuckle, Hua Chen rubbed his head helplessly, as if he was blaming himself for being a fool, so stupid that he thought Wei Xuan would leave him in Qin State.

Who is Wei Xuan? Well, Hua Chen is not sure who Wei Xuan is, but swordsmanship is humanity.

Wei Xuan never hesitated when he came out of the sword, and he had no regrets when he came out of the sword. This was the most intuitive impression he gave Hua Chen to the battle outside the Xianyang Palace yesterday. From this, Hua Chen confirmed that this was a decisive old man, and he would not regret what he had determined, for example, let himself go.

Huh~ He let out a long sigh, Hua Chen lay flat on the bed with a "big" character. Thinking about it carefully, he still knew too little about Wei Xuan.

Yi Lan also returned to her room alone. In fact, her package had been packed long ago, and when she returned to the room, she just sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself quietly in the bronze mirror.

He reached out to stroke his cheeks as smooth as jade, and a smile appeared on the corner of Yilan's mouth. There was too much emotion in his smile, including gratitude for Ying Jian, Huachen's yearning, and expectations for the future.

On the last night, the people in the young master's mansion were particularly quiet, and even the lights were a little dim.

Hua Chen, who had seen it openly, waved the Snow Ji Sword in the cold courtyard, like a dream. After the battle with Wei Xuan, he had a lot of insights, but he had no time to try, and the night with the moon and stars was the most suitable.

Ying Jian lay in the arms of a maid and kept reaching out to get another maid who was kneeling beside him. One glass after another, his face was already full of red clouds.

The quiet night should have been long, but for Ying Jian, who was worried and hungover, the night was like a blink of an eye, sobered up and dawned.

At the east gate of Xianyang City, Hua Chen and Ying Jian stood side by side. Ying Jian could not see the depressedness of last night, and Hua Chen was also refreshed.

Hua Chen took a step forward and turned to Ying Jian and said, "Just send it here."

Ying Jian looked at the carriage next to him and the only driver and said, "Don't I really need to send someone to escort?"

Hua Chen shook his head and had not had time to speak, a heroic laughter came from behind: "Haha, Mr. Jian is looking down on me as an old man?"

Hua Chen's eyes sterned, and he looked in the direction where the laughter came. Wei Xuan, dressed in white, was slowly walking towards the snow.

Ying Jian bowed slightly to Wei Xuan and said, "Wang Laoyan is so serious, how could I have such an idea?"

Wei Xuan helped Ying Jian up without a trace and said, "If it weren't for this, why wouldn't he be so relieved of Mr. Hua Chen, who could defeat me with just over ten moves?"

After hearing Wei Xuan's words, Ying Jian couldn't help but take a breath of air. The weather was already cold, but now it made him feel even colder. The eyes of Hua Chen added a strange look: Is this a monster?

Fortunately, no one around the city gate had ever seen Wei Xuan. Otherwise, the Sword Saint said at the city gate, "I was defeated, and I lost to a young man in his early twenties in just over ten moves." This may become the hottest news in Xianyang City in the future, right?

Ignoring Wei Xuan's "big truth", Hua Chen smiled and said, "Is the old man here to see me off?"

"No," Wei Xuan shook his head and said, "My farewell to the young master has ended yesterday. Today is here to bid farewell to the young master for the king."

"Be the king~" Hua Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "Then the situation will be a little cold."

"Does the young master mind?"

"So what if you mind, so what if you don't mind?"

Wei Xuan joked: "If the young master minds, I can borrow three thousand iron cavalry from the king and escort the young master away in person."

Hua Chen asked helplessly: "Are you sure you love Nishang?"

"Sure."

"Wow! I am her disciple, with a straight and red root, a disciple of a single lineage, don't you think it's a bit too much?"

"Excessive?" Wei Xuan shook his head and said, "It is precisely because you are Nishang's disciple that I decided to wait until you show your strength before taking action. In this way, I am worthy of Nishang and the King."

“…”

After leaving, the carriage gradually disappeared outside the East City Gate. Wei Xuan and Ying Jian, who were watching the carriage leave, also retracted their gazes.

Walking side by side to Xianyang City, Ying Jian left all the guards more than ten feet away at the rear at Wei Xuan's instructions.

Wei Xuan asked casually as he walked, "What do you think of Mr. Hua Chen?"

He knew that Wei Xuan had something to say, but he didn't expect it was still about Hua Chen. Ying Jian said without hesitation: "At first, I thought he was a little better than me in all aspects." Obviously, he had considered this issue himself.

"What about now?"

Ying Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Now~ Now I find that his excellence is far more than a little beyond me."
Chapter completed!