"Boom--"

Lightning and thunder, heavy rainstorms are everywhere.

Zhao Xiwei held an oil-paper umbrella and walked forward quickly in the heavy rain.

The raindrops were anxious and dense, which attracted her eyes.

She wiped the water from her face hard, and through the shadows of the lights, she saw the vaguely visible scenery in front of her.

Pink walls and black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings.

A group of men in red official uniforms stood there with a anxious look.

The officials were delayed until now, but they happened to encounter such bad weather, so they had to stay in the corridor to shelter from the rain.

He saw her as soon as he raised his eyes, and immediately widened his eyes in shock.

Zhuque Street is a street that leads directly to the inner city. Except for officials busy with the government, it is impossible for ordinary people to come in.

How did she come in?

"Hey, that girl, who are you?"

No, if you can come in here, you must be no ordinary person, there must be someone above!

He immediately changed his tone, "Hey hey, little girl, who are you looking for?"

"Stop it quickly, Taichang Temple is ahead. Trespassing is a death sentence! Don't go forward, have you heard?"

Taichang Temple...

Zhao Xiwei stroked his hair that was dripping with water down and squinted his eyes and looked forward.

Did her grandfather be here before?

After living in the countryside for sixteen years, she never knew everything in the imperial capital.

If it weren't for her mother's life, she might not have been here in her life.

She was looking at Taichang Temple in the rain, but she didn't know that someone was also looking at her.

In the restaurant diagonally opposite, the man was wearing a mysterious dress, white jade on his waist, holding a wine cup, and standing against the window.

His expression was calm and indifferent, and he looked down at the girl in the rain.

A guard in blue came in quietly and presented a black painted wooden box: "Master."

The man took the wooden box and took out the white paper inside.

It slowly unfolds, and it is a portrait of a girl.

Hair like dark clouds and face like white jade.

The eyebrows and eyes are delicate and the smile is bright, like the bright stars and the gorgeous sun.

Even a thin piece of paper can feel the elated demeanor on her body.

The man's eyes turned away from the portrait and looked at the girl in the rain again, with a faint voice: "Is it her?"

It was raining heavily, her dress was soaked, and her hair was scattered.

She stood firmly and calmly in the middle of the long street, her slender figure as tall as pine and cypress, without a trace of embarrassment.

"Master, do you think she can do it?" The guard in the green clothes was a little worried, "Do I want to help her secretly?"

"Um?"

The guard in Qingyi shook his head: "If the Prime Minister refuses to admit his relatives, he will throw her into prison instead..."

"You're over-concerned." The man's voice elongated: "Look--"

The guard suddenly turned his head and his expression suddenly became stunned.

A carriage drove out smoothly from Chengtianmen Street, leaving a long trace of water on the ground.

He could see clearly.

The girl threw the umbrella in her hand decisively, lifted up the wet skirt with both hands, and ran towards the Suzaku Gate quickly.

Immediately afterwards, she swung her skirt, folded her hands, and knelt to the ground without hesitation!

"Boom--"

Another sharp lightning flashed past, illuminating the entire Zhuque Street.

"Crack!" The guard at the city gate immediately drew his sword: "Who is so bold? He dared to stop the Prime Minister's carriage!"

The officials hiding from the rain in the corridor couldn't help but silence.

The wind rises flat and heavy rains hit the city.

Zhao Xiwei looked at the person in the carriage, wearing purple clothes, jade crowns, brocade robe and gorgeous clothes, and had a pair of eyes that were very similar to him.

Her heart felt sad, and all the previously suppressed emotions surged up in an instant.

She heard her speak out several times.

Word by word, meaningful.

"The granddaughter of Chen Mu, the former Taichang Temple Minister, the daughter of Shen Yuqing, and Zhao's father, Xiwei, asks to see his father Zhao Ziyi!"

The wind and rain were storms, her white hairband flew, and the rain hit her white and tender face, so weak and sad, and so persevering.

The young officials standing in the corridor sheltered from the rain all looked straight.

It turns out that this powerful, serious and gentleman Zhao Ziyi actually raised an illegitimate daughter outside!

I heard that anyone who votes for me can realize one wish (∩∩)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!