It was already late at night when Surao returned to Banyue Xiaozhu.

Yan Yun sent her to the door and waited for her to enter the mansion before turning around and getting on the carriage and giving instructions: "Go back to Yan's mansion."

He was talking about Yan's Mansion, not Wang's Mansion. The shadow guard driving the car was slightly startled, then turned around and headed towards the Yan family's old residence.

After Su Rao entered the house, the house was brightly lit.

Apparently someone is still waiting.

When they arrived at the main hall, they saw Ah Fu coming up to him, "Miss, you are finally back. If Mr. Zhu Yan hadn't said that you were safe, I would have gone to the government to report the case."

"There's no need to be so nervous."

Surao casually took off his mask and said with a smile: "I've made you worry, go down and have a rest."

Zhao Afu glanced at the peony flowers in her hair, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he thought about the time when the concierge came to deliver the message and said that the person who sent the young master back was Yan Shizi, and he understood something at that moment.

He suppressed his heart full of joy and excitement, forced himself to calm down and said: "I'll retire."

Before Ah Fu could walk far, a figure ran out, "Sister."

"Xiaonan, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Surao smiled and stepped forward to greet her. Xiaonan didn't say anything, staring at the mask in her hand. Zhu Yan leaned against the pillar and said: "It's not like you don't know, this little ancestor doesn't listen to anyone except you. If you don't

If I come back late and even half a stick of incense is given, this small building will be demolished by him."

"Did you have fun tonight?"

Surao asked Xiaonan.

Xiaonan nodded, looking like he was still enjoying himself.

“Very interesting.”

Surao was suddenly curious as to what method the prince used to drive away the people. She asked Zhu Yan with her eyes, and Zhu Yan said with a smile: "This is a secret. Young Master..."

"organ."

Xiaonan didn't have the consciousness to cooperate with the acting, and recalled seriously: "It's a very powerful machine technique. The old man with the white beard is also very powerful."

Zhu Yan was speechless for a while, "Little ancestor, didn't you just promise the old gentleman not to tell others?"

"Sister is not someone else."

Xiaonan defended seriously.

Surao smiled and ruffled his hair. It seemed that Mr. Yan was really surrounded by hidden dragons and crouching tigers. He had endless tricks. In order to deal with a child, he first gave him the crossbow with arrows from the dark hall, and then used the mechanism technique...

I have to say, it took a lot of effort!

"You must be tired after playing for so long. Go and wash up and go to bed. My sister has something to say to Zhu Yan."

"Um."

Seeing that she came back safely, Xiao Nan went back to sleep obediently. She and Zhu Yan were the only two people left in the main hall. Seeing the half-smiling look, Zhu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

"Girl, I can explain what happened tonight..."

He told Shadow Thorn their location and took away this difficult brat by the way, but he thought to himself that this shouldn't be a serious crime that would require him to be cut to pieces.

The smile is so weird.

"What I want to ask is not about tonight."

Su Rao's words stopped Zhu Yan, and he was stunned for a while. He was even more confused, "Besides, I don't have anything else to regret."

"Girl, what do you want to ask?"

The moment the two people's eyes came into contact, Surao's smile faded slightly and she uttered two words: "In the palace."

As soon as Yan Yun's carriage stopped at the entrance of Yan's Mansion, the soldiers came to greet him, carrying a footstool and placing it next to the carriage, "I respectfully welcome the Crown Prince back to the capital."

Yan Yun opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the soldiers around him knelt down with their swords in hand, "Welcome the prince back to the capital."

"No gifts."

Yan Yun spoke lightly and looked up at the majestic and tall vermilion gate in the night. He looked away for a moment and raised his feet to leave. The commander of the palace soldiers hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, there is a message from Xian'an Hall, asking you to go there after you return to the palace.

trip."

Hearing this, Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly and he said calmly: "I understand."

He walked calmly and slowly into the Duke's Mansion, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After he left, the soldiers with their heads lowered slowly stood up and looked at each other, as if they were still in a dream, "I, was I dazzled just now?"

"No, you're not dazzled, I saw it too."

"Really?"

"No……"

Several people swallowed hard and looked at each other's faces as if they had seen a ghost. Finally, they all looked at their leader and asked carefully: "My lord, you were the closest just now. There is a hairpin in the crown of the prince's hair."

With a flower?"

"You saw it wrong."

The guard commander had a straight face and a cold voice: "You dare to take a nap during the night watch, are you already drowsy? Do you want to get slapped for saying such inappropriate words?"

"No, no, no, I am guilty."

Everyone looked at each other, quickly stood up straight, and continued to stand guard without squinting.

The commander then led a team of troops to inspect.

It was late at night, and the Yanfu mansion was quiet. Only the lanterns in the corridors were still bright, illuminating the long and winding road paved with white jade bricks. He was walking alone, and when he was approaching Xian'an Hall, he could see the inside from a distance.

Keep the lights on.

It seemed like I was waiting for him on a special trip.

"Prince."

The steward next to the old man came up to him, glanced at his hair, and for a moment his gaze disappeared. He calmly bowed and led him inside.

"Go back to the old man, the prince has arrived."

There was silence in the courtyard. After a moment, an old and peaceful voice sounded from inside, "Let him come in."

"yes."

The steward opened the door and said sideways: "Your Majesty, please."

Yan Yun nodded slightly and saluted, and then entered the Xian'an Hall. The candlelight in the hall was dim, and the decoration was elegant, with silk curtains, tassel pressers, and several bamboo slips and some antique jades placed on the ancient shelves.

An old man was lying on a huanghuali wood rocking chair for a nap. When he heard someone coming, he slowly sat up, straightened his wrinkled sleeves and looked at him.

"My grandson pays his respects to his grandfather."

Yan Yun cupped his hands in a salute and waved his wide sleeves. His posture was like a pine tree, elegant and jade-like.

When he moved, Mr. Yan, who was sitting upright, naturally saw the bright color in his hair. His eyes were slightly strange, and his words were calm and normal, "Sit down first."

Yan Yun found a place to sit down.

"I've been back in Beijing for four days, and I just let him go today. Why, things are so troublesome?"

The old man stood up, walked to the empty seat next to him, sat down, and asked warmly.

"Profits tend to lead and people's hearts change, which will cause some trouble, but my grandson can still handle it."

After Yan Yun finished speaking, the old man twisted his beard and said with a smile: "You have gained a lot from this southern tour, and you have made great contributions to quelling rebellions and relieving disasters with the prince. Logically speaking, the award should have been issued long ago, but so far there has been no action in the palace. It is said that

In the mornings these days, the court hall is very lively."

"They have been peaceful and peaceful for a long time. They really should be more lively."

Yan Yun's reply was watertight.

Coupled with his always cold and indifferent expression, it seems that nothing has changed, but the bright color in the crown of his hair has completely removed the frost and snow all over his body.

"Zhes from various states in the southern border have been placed on His Majesty's desk for several days, especially those from Yunzhou. They are also a greeting card and a book of thousands of people. Every word on it mentions the same person."
Chapter completed!