After midnight, Ximen Lang came to the back of the palace and climbed over the wall like a ghost. This was a meadow, green and some unknown wild flowers bloomed. A dozen meters ahead was a large lake. The water surface was sparkling under the bright moonlight, and dozens of swans of black and white floated in it.

Ximen Lang was afraid of disturbing these swans who seemed to be asleep, so he used the magical technique to flash past quickly, without making any sound, and ran around the palace and ran towards Yahegong, which was the residence of his mother Masako.

A moment later, Ximen Lang appeared near Yahe Palace. Looking around, he saw lights flashing in the room west of the palace. The heart in his chest jumped up and hurried over, lurking under the window, looking through the gaps in the curtains.

This place was originally a small living room, but it was transformed into a Buddhist hall, enshrined with a Guanyin Bodhisattva who was more than five feet tall. There were tributes and three-legged beast-headed incense burner on the incense table. A beautiful woman with a graceful single-eyed lids stood in front of the incense table and was litting the sandalwood in her hand...

In an instant, Ximen Lang's heart almost stopped beating and he almost blurted out. He hurriedly covered his mouth and shouted excitedly: "Mom, in a blink of an eye, we have been separated for more than a year, and I finally saw you again!"

The woman was no other person, but the mother who Ximen Lang had been thinking about day and night, His Majesty, the former female emperor of RB. She was wearing a elegant kimono, and her face was pretty, just like she did at that time, but her face looked extremely haggard. She lit the three sandalwoods in her hand, bowed to Guanyin Bodhisattva for three times, moved the lotus step forward and inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner, knelt on the cushion, closed her hands, closed her beautiful eyes and whispered devoutly: "Save the suffering and suffering, Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, my disciple Masako has fasted for more than a year, devoted herself to doing good deeds. I am afraid that you will bless my child Xiaolang to have food and clothing in Country Z. Don't be hungry and freeze, and be able to live happily and grow into a real man, so that all disasters will be kept away from him. If it is really necessary to impose it, it will be transferred to his disciple. I would have suffered for him..."

Ximen Lang's eyes were wet, and finally he couldn't help it, and a tear fell silently...

Masako told Guanyin Bodhisattva for a long time, and her words were full of concern for her son. They all said that mother and son were in love with each other. Now that her son suffered in Country Z, her heart was broken. Countless times, she saw Xiaolang's still childish face in her sleep. She woke up excitedly and happily, but found that it was just a dream, which made her cry until dawn.

After a while, Masako opened her bright eyes like water and said softly: "Songdao Fenzi, do you think Guanyin Bodhisattva will hear my request to bless Xiaolang?"

The Songdo clan is a maid in his twenties. He stood at the door and was wearing a kimono. He came from RB and was His Majesty Masako's personal maid. He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is so pious. He burns incense for the Bodhisattva every day and begs him to protect the little prince. I think if the Bodhisattva has a spirit in heaven, he will definitely bless the little prince with peace and safety."

Masako sighed lightly and said, "That's good, alas, it would be great if I could see Xiaolang and know how he is doing now!"

Ximen Lang, outside the window, was trembling all over, wishing to rush into the room immediately, hugged his mother and cried bitterly, expressing his longing. However, he clenched his fists and held back. He had not achieved success yet, and he could not be admired and was not qualified to recognize his mother. So he made up his mind, turned around and left quickly, letting tears float in the air, towards Wenhui Palace. This was his home, and it was no exaggeration to say that even with his eyes closed, he would not go a bad path.

Wenhui Palace is the study of King Zhang Xiaofeng, which contains tens of thousands of books and precious ancient literati calligraphy and paintings. The Blood-Closed Sword is treasured in it. Ximen Lang was very naughty at that time. He took out this sword that was as sharp as mud more than once, and cut off the precious trees and iron fences planted in the palace. He looked proudly at the hard objects becoming ragged under the rampage of the Blood-Closed Sword. For this reason, he was beaten by his father a lot.

一想到这些,西门浪心里不免有气,哼,不就是用你心爱的宝剑砍些乱七八糟的东西吗,你还揍我,今个儿我直接把血凝剑弄走,让你再也找不到,我看你揍谁去?

When he was about to arrive at Wenhui Palace, Ximen Lang noticed the footsteps coming from the front, and he suddenly drifted in the shadow of a palace. In the dark night, the starry eyes looked over vigilantly.

It was a team of soldiers, about twenty people, wearing straight military uniforms and carrying assault rifles, walking over in unison, looking like they were well-trained. Of course, the members of the security forces responsible for patrol did not notice Ximen Lang in the dark and walked straight over.

Ximen Lang looked at these familiar soldiers and felt very moved. For more than ten years, they still loyally guarded the royal palace to protect the safety of the royal family members. For a moment, he remembered the scene when he was a child, teasing these soldiers with a group of brothers and sisters. A group of people used water spray guns to soak the soldiers all over, but the other party still had a smile on his face and let them mess around.

When the patrolling soldiers walked over, Ximen Lang came out of the darkness, walked quietly for more than ten meters, and came to the gate of Wenhui Palace. Compared with the other four palaces, Wenhui Palace was a little shorter, less domineering and more elegant.

He gently pushed open the door of Wenhui Palace, and the lights poured out slightly, and then disappeared. Ximen Lang had already flashed into it. He saw the long corridor magnificent, and the wall lights with ancient shapes on both sides emitted a soft light.

A rocking chair was shaking gently in the corridor. On it was an old man in his sixties with a white beard, wearing a blue coarse cloth dress and a palm-leaf fan placed on his chest. As the rocking chair was dozing, his head was bit by bit.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Ximen Lang couldn't help laughing, Uncle Fu, you are sleepy again!

The old man named Hu Youfu, who was the oldest member of the Fenghuo Gang back then. He was always following Zhang Xiaofeng and was loyal. Ximen Lang and others called him Uncle Fu. Later, after Zhang Xiaofeng became king, Uncle Fu was placed in Wenhui Palace for retirement. There were special personnel here to take care of these books and calligraphy and paintings. Therefore, he didn't have to do anything. He went out for a walk every day, and after eating and drinking in the cafeteria, he came back to soak a pot of Tieguanyin, waved his palm fan in his hand and shook it, which was very free and comfortable.

Ximen Lang walked past Uncle Fu on tiptoe like a cat, reached the door of the third room on the left, and gently pushed the door open...
Chapter completed!