"The swallows fly together."

Chang'an gently recited the words on the sign and couldn't help but feel happy.

Wanka leaned over and saw it, and immediately laughed, "Yan Shuangfei, this is an excellent meaning."

Chang'an also smiled calmly and returned the sign to the master's hand, nodding his head to salute.

The master clasped his hands together and said quietly, "The donor will naturally receive blessings if he accumulates virtue."

Chang'an knows and bows deeply.

Although I believe that things are done by man, Chang'an is also happy to be blessed by gods and Buddhas.

When he returned to his residence, the door was half open. Chang'an was surprised. He didn't expect that Chu Luo and the prefect would come back so early when he discussed matters.

She gently pushed open the door, and before she could react, she was pulled into her arms by Chu Luo.

"Don't move." Chu Luo approached her hair, gently sniffing the fragrance of flowers between her hair, with such dense warmth in his words.

Chang'an smiled and sighed, stranding through his scattered ink hair, and said with a light smile, "Why did you come back so early?"

She touched Chu Luo's thoughts with one word. In an instant, Chu Luo suddenly remembered Song Yanji. Her hearty laughter couldn't be gone in his mind. He tried his best to put away those memories, and the strength of embracing Chang'an could not help but tighter.

Chang'an was slightly surprised by Chu Luo's silence. He thought he had encountered something unpleasant, so he thought about telling him about the day's shook the lottery and praying for blessings. "Chu Luo, do you know? When I just went to the temple to pray for blessings, I drew a lottery, and the lottery said..." Chang'an was in a state of excitement when he suddenly saw Chu Luo's eyes dodging, which was extremely unnatural. He stopped what he said and called out, "Chu Luo, Chu Luo!"

Chu Luo came to his senses after being shouted. He let go of his hand and walked straight to the window and sat down, looking confused.

Chang'an has known Chu Luo for six years. He did this and Chang'an is sure to know something is wrong. The floods in the south of the Yangtze River lasted for several months, and the prefect discussed matters, so Chu Luo must have been worried about this matter. Chang'an walked to Chu Luo silently, held his hand tightly, and wanted to give him some comfort in silence.

Chang'an's move suddenly aroused the warmth in Chu Luo's heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, and scenes of the past appeared completely in his mind, and the scene was clearer than the scene.

With the ten-mile red wares, he welcomed Chang'an into the door and gave her the most favored treatment. He walked into the Jiule Palace with her hand, stood side by side, looking up at the world. He spent six years of storms with her.

If you get a wife in Chang'an, what else can your husband ask for?

Under Taoyuan Village, he made her promise for a lifetime.

He touched the sachet on his waist, Chang'an, Chang'an, Chang'an, and Chang'an are with you for the rest of your life.

He loves Chang'an. He has never been more determined than now.

"Chang'an, I'm sorry." Chu Luo's voice was low, and a layer of mist was faintly covered in his eyes. He deeply condensed in Chang'an, his eyes full of love and care.

When Chang'an heard this, his heart was shocked.

Chu Luo only said this sentence twice. Once when he neglected himself because of Zhong Yuxiu, and the other time when she lost her child.

Thinking of this, Chang'an's face turned pale, and his fingers were trembling. She tried her best to hide her expression, held up a smile on her face, and looked back at Chu Luo's gaze.

On that day and night, Chu Luo slept very early. Chang'an was by his side. He watched him sleep well before quietly turning over and staying.

She walked to the door of Wanxiang's room and saw that the candlelight inside was still on, so she pushed the door and walked in.

Wanxiang was about to go to bed, but when she saw Chang'an coming, she was shocked. She quickly poured the tea and brought it to her, looked at her bitter expression, and asked carefully, "What's wrong with the master?"

I drank a cup of tea in Chang'an and said nothing.

Seeing that Chang'an was anxious to drink, Wanxiang hurriedly advised, "Master, don't drink anymore, you will be unable to sleep well later."

Chang'an rubbed his forehead, felt exhausted, and slowly said, "Do you know who the emperor has seen recently?"

Wanxiang was shocked when she heard this and thought, "Eunuch He has always been by the emperor's side, I really don't know..."

Chang'an's eyes stood out, "Go and call He Sheng."

He Sheng looked dazed when he came, and he was still unclear.

Chang'an was silly talking too much and said bluntly, "Eunuch He, you have always been with the emperor, so you naturally know the emperor's affairs very well."

He Sheng was shocked when he heard Chang'an's words, his knees softened, and he knelt down and bowed deeply, "I must know everything about the concubine."

Chang'an nodded with satisfaction, showed off his demeanor, with a sharp look in his eyes, and said, "Who can the emperor have close contact with these days?"

He Sheng frowned and thought about it seriously. He did not notice the person who had close contact with the emperor. He had to answer truthfully, "Go back to the Imperial Concubine, the emperor has been alone in recent days." After speaking, a familiar shadow suddenly flashed in his mind. His eyes lit up and he hurriedly kowtowed and replied, "The emperor met a young man in the casino a month ago."

"Young Master?" Chang'an raised his eyebrows and looked clear, "Who is that young master?"

He Sheng thought about it again and again and said respectfully, "I don't know."

A trace of doubt appeared in Chang'an's eyes and asked, "Do you think about it carefully, are there no one around you?"

He Sheng was unwavering, "No more."

Chang'an nodded slightly. She knew that He Sheng was loyal and might not be able to find out any news from him, so she said, "I understand, you go down."

He Sheng raised his clothes and stood up, just as he was about to leave, when Chang'an suddenly remembered something and instructed, "What I asked you today, I must keep my mouth shut to the emperor."

He Sheng replied "Yes" before retreating.

At that time, only Chang'an and Wanxiang were left in the hall. Chang'an's eyes turned, Wanxiang immediately understood and stood beside her, asking, "What are the instructions of the master?"

"You go and check who the young master He Sheng mentioned just now is, and you must be careful who the emperor has come into contact with during these days." The expression in Chang'an's eyes swayed with the candlelight. She said in a deep voice, "You must pay special attention to women."

Wanxiang's eyes sterned and she understood it.

The news about Wanxiang came three days later. She was very prepared before she dared to tell Chang'an about this.

Taking advantage of Chu Luo's rest, Chang'an quietly went to Wanxiang Room to have a secret talk.

This was not the first time Changan and Wanxiang had a secret conversation. But this time she went there, Changan had already taken good care of her mentality. As soon as she came in, she looked at Wanxiang's frowning expression, which aggravated Chang'an's doubts. She tried her best to indifference and asked, "Speak if you have anything."

Wanxiang's face was light and sad. Her eyes darkened and she said in a deep voice, "I went to the boat to inquire today. The girls said that the emperor had been there a few days ago."

The luster in Chang'an's eyes faded one by one. She bit her lower lip tightly and said indifferently, "When did the emperor like to go to that kind of place..."

Seeing Chang'an's misunderstanding, Wanxiang quickly explained, "They said that the emperor did not order a girl, but was with two young men, one was the prefect Liu from Jiangnan, and the other..." Wanxiang paused, and her voice became a little heavier, "It's the Young Master Song that Eunuch He mentioned."

Chang'an's eyebrows were frowning harder and harder. She tried her best to calm down, and her voice was also confused, "Speak."

"Hecheng City is small, and things are spread to ten, and ten are spread to hundreds. Most people in Hecheng know about it. When I went to the teahouse to inquire, I realized that the Young Master Song was actually a woman, whose name was Song Yanji."

When Chang'an heard this, his heart suddenly felt suffocated.

She endured her temper and asked, "What else have you found?"

Wanxiang pursed her lips and said, "The girl Yan Ji is from Hecheng. She has lost her parents since she was a child and lives with her uncle. Her uncle has a gambling house in Hecheng..."

"But Luo Xiaotang?" Chang'an interrupted her.

Wanxiang lowered her eyes, "That's it."

A faint tide rose in Chang'an's eyes. She raised her eyes and looked at Wanxiang, her voice was sad and gentle, "Let's go see her?"

Wanxiang was stunned, and there was a bit of sadness like falling snow between her eyebrows. "How can you be sure that it must be Miss Song? Maybe the emperor is just a little disappointed, so it's better not to think too much..."

Chang'an's eyes were cold and cold, and the confused eye waves were staring firmly in front of him. His lonely sigh seemed to cut through her chest in an instant. She spoke deeply, and her words were full of pity and sorrow. The past seemed to be venting this way but could not be done. "I have been married to the emperor for six years. As long as he has a look, I will know what he is thinking. He is thinking about others, and I will not be unable to see it."

Wanxiang lowered her head and said nothing. Chang'an seemed to be asking and answering questions. She was immersed in her sadness and could not extricate herself. "In the past, there were Li Shushen, **yan, and later, there was Zhong Yuxiu, so I didn't care, because I knew Chu Luo would not change." When she said this, tears were shining in her eyes, "But this day finally came."

She closed her eyes deeply and had a lot of thoughts.

The setting sun is shining, and the sun is at noon.

Later that day, Chang'an came to the gate of Luoxiao Hall with the incense of the night.

It was not yet the peak time, and there were not many people in the shop, only a few spectators watching the table.

Chang'an was wearing a vermilion embroidered silk shirt, and the black hair scattered beside his shoulders were tied up with a hairpin of a platycodon flower, and inserted into the flowing clouds and dark hair. He put on a thin layer of makeup and had a slight eyebrow. The people who were having fun in the gambling house were all men. Suddenly, a woman entered, and all the four seats became curious and focused on Chang'an.

Seeing this, the servant inside quickly came up and said, "Are the girl here to play a bet?"

Chang'an smiled slightly, his lips as red as red, "I'm here to find Miss Yan Ji."

The servant was stunned for a moment, and smiled and said with a respectful smile, "Miss is afraid she has found the wrong place. We are a gambling house, where is Miss Yan Ji?"

Chang'an raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Wanxiang a wink. Wanxiang immediately threw a ingot of silver. Chang'an smiled again, "Or, you all call her Young Master Song."

The servant took the silver and was so scared that he couldn't even explain a complete sentence. At this time, the shopkeeper lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing this, he hurried forward and said to Chang'an with a smile on his face, "Is the girl Yan Ji's friend?"

Chang'an passed the word "friend" in his heart, and Fang Wei opened his lips slightly and said, "That's right." After speaking, her eyebrows slightly frowned, "Where is she now?"

The shopkeeper also smiled respectfully, "Yan Ji doesn't live here, she's in the inn opposite."

Chang'an nodded solemnly, looked at the shopkeeper's eyes, sat down, Zhan Yan smiled, "Then please help me invite Miss Yan Ji to me."
Chapter completed!