At some point, the snow fell and it became heavier and heavier.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the roof of the shop in the distance was even more thick. The wind blew, and the cold was biting. Although it was daytime, there were fewer pedestrians on the road, and there were no more sounds in the morning.

The system that came from the Tang Dynasty at this time now has a new meaning, reminding the people of Heianjing how far away they are from the dangerous night.

"Everyone, it's getting colder. Drink warm wine to ensure the heat is moderate." The wine vendor shouted.

"Hey, hey, boss, let's have a bowl." A warrior called out, wearing a long knife: "Although I can drink a liter, I still have to go back early!"

"Who won't go back early? Even more than five nobles dare to ride in ox carts when it's just night?" someone said casually.

"Yes, it is said that this was not the case a hundred years ago." Someone echoed again, suddenly stopped and watched Pei Ziyun pass by.

There was a quiet moment in front of the wine vendor. Although the boy in front of him looked like a samurai, his clothes were clean and tidy, not an ordinary samurai.

"Maybe it was the warrior from which noble family?"

In this era, the Emperor supported the Hei clan. Although the Gen clan originated from one of the surnames given by the Emperor's son when he was demoted to his ministers, he defected to the Fujiwara family and fought against the Emperor.

The emperor and powerful ministers both used warriors as chess pieces, and the warriors gradually rose.

Pei Ziyun pondered: "The warrior just now should have been contaminated by demons. Although he was killed because of this, he could not succeed without killing it."

"As soon as I arrived at Heian Kyo, there were demons provoking one after another, and these guys came again. Could it be that they were just to provoke a fight between me and Heian Kyo?"

Yes, Pei Ziyun had guessed the reason why the other party did this.

It is not a useless provocation or temptation. The other party should want to provoke the conflicts and hatred between himself and the Heian Kyo nobles, so that he can completely fall into it like a quagmire and cannot extricate himself.

In response to this, he smiled contemptuously: "I really think this kind of thing can make me busy? If I change my thinking, what can you do to me?"

Thinking of this, my feet speeded up and soon appeared in front of a mansion. With just a smile, the person turned over and disappeared into the falling snow.

The two lines of footprints were quickly covered with snow, leaving no trace.

"It's so cold!" The driver who drove the ox cart to the prince's mansion while taking advantage of the dusk, rubbed his hands and exhaled his breath, accompanied by a low complaint, appeared from time to time while walking.

The crunching snow was run over by the wheels, making a tingling sound.

The ox pulling the cart in front is not afraid of the cold, and takes steps that are neither fast nor slow, pulling the car steadily.

The coachman was sincerely envious of the Prince of Wei Sheng sitting in the car. How happy it would be if there was a house that could not be blown by the wind and snow to keep him warm!

But looking at the poor people who occasionally die on the roadside, I can't help but be glad.

In Heian Kyoto, even if the people who can serve the ministers like this are not as good as those with official positions or even as decent status as samurai, they will not die quietly in this cold winter.

Being able to live may be the greatest happiness.

The ox cart drove all the way, and the royal palace appeared in front of him. Not only did the driver who drove the car feel relieved, but he was alert to the warriors around him, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness is busy playing the front desk. Although we work hard, we will follow you to the death. But for the sake of that woman's words, we will suffer every night..." Someone couldn't help complaining.

"Don't say it!" Someone slapped the scabbard and then remained silent. They were not coachmen, but mostly warriors who depended on the prince. They had fields and servants at home. It was also a torture to go out in such weather.

But I dare not complain that I respect the prince, and I feel that I am restless and seducing the prince.

Although it is externally covered up the extramarital affair between Prince Zun and Shibu Waizumi, there are many people who know the inside story.

Although the princess and the prince have no son, the adopted son, Fujiwara Ryoke, is the child of the Fujiwara family. In the future, the adopted son will inevitably be inclined to be in power.

"I'm afraid I won't say it even if I know it now, but whenever I think of these things, I feel embarrassed."

"When that time..."

Alas, these warriors are really a little worried!

"Arrival?" When the ox cart stopped, he raised the curtain and glanced at Prince Weizun, but there was no joy on his face.

In this way, it is better to go back to a comfortable but depressing cage than to go back to the mansion.

But in this cold weather, it is more comfortable than staying in a ox cart.

Although he had a ox cart, he felt cold and respected the prince. When he leaned out, he was blown by the cold wind and immediately shivered.

"Let me open the door!" the prince said in a deep voice, feeling a little dissatisfied.

After I went out, the guest really closed the door, without considering how much I felt when I came back in such a hurry in such weather.

How can such a mansion, such a princess, and such a group of servants calm down his heart and not look for warmth outside?

Although the prince knew that his thoughts were just taking off his anger and venting his dissatisfaction that had been surging for a long time.

The door of the mansion is closed because in recent years, there has been no peace in Heian Jing, and the door is not closed. There is no man in the mansion with the male owner at home. If you really encounter a demon, it will be a disaster!

But when you feel unhappy, you don’t like anything.

When a servant heard the sound of calling the door and went to open it, Prince Weizun entered the door. Looking at the cleaned path, he felt new dissatisfaction.

"Even the snow on both sides of the road has been cleaned, it's really unbeautiful!"

But I thought that although I went to the front desk and turned around, I had just returned from my lover's house last night. No matter how depressed I could not have an attack after entering the mansion, so as not to hear news of my disagreement with the princess. The Fujiwara family was in a big situation, so the prince could only bear what he wanted to say and walked towards his courtyard.

"Prince, don't you go and see the princess?" A female official who was welcomed to remind him: "The princess was in a bad mood last night and had a nightmare. When she woke up, she asked you."

The prince hesitated for a moment, thinking about the embarrassment that whenever he met with the other party, both parties wanted to speak but had nothing to say, so he shook his head: "No, I'm a little tired, I want to take a break."

The prince said so, what can the female official do? He sighed and left with a sad face.

In the prince's courtyard, the charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and the house was as warm as spring.

Sitting to the prince who was holding his chin and staring out the window in a daze, thinking of the joy of being with Izumi Shibu last night, I felt sad.

The prince was twelve years old and was awarded the fourth rank and second rank of the Later Jin Dynasty. He accepted the ninth daughter of Yiyin of Fujiwara as his concubine, but the two did not have children. Under pressure, he had an adopted son, Fujiwara Ryosuke.

Although many Japanese people do not care too much about whether the heir is his own blood, but they care more about inheritance, but they do not have a child or even a daughter. This kind of frustration has originated from doubts about themselves, not simply a luxury for future generations.

"Fujiwara Ryoke must be able to develop an excellent man."

"But over the years I have been married, I have never had a child or a daughter. Even I sometimes wonder if I did something that made the gods disgusted, which led to this result."

"It's hateful!" The prince sighed again, and couldn't help but beat the ground beside him: "Are I unable to have children, or is the princess unable to have children?"

"If I can't have children, I can only bear the punishment of angering the gods and not giving up their children. But if the princess cannot have children, why should I bear the criticism behind people for this?"

The prince even thought of the Izumi Shibu, who had given birth to a child, which shows that the Izumi Shibu has no problem with the Izumi Shibu. If the other party can give birth to a child for him, does that mean that his body is not a problem?

As a prince, I can't accept the fact that I am a useless person.

Just thinking about this, at some point, the sky was getting darker. At this time, the female official brought a group of maids and brought a sumptuous dish. When she arrived at the yard, the branches shook, and snow fell, and hit the female official. She screamed, and was upset and tidied up her hair and clothes. She raised her head in a blink of an eye, and a red light flashed in her eyes.

The maid entered the house and added a stove and served wine. The prince was a little annoyed: "Who asked you to bring wine? I didn't give you any instructions, don't take your own actions!"

The female official responded, bowed her hands to apologize, then raised her head, staring at the prince with clear eyes. Seeing that it was her, the prince could not help but look away and asked, "Xiao Zao, why are you here?"

At the beginning, in the Asuka era, the Japanese female officials were the habit of offering daughters to the emperor in various places. They were a kind of hostages. Later, they evolved, and they were non-noble women and could not be female officials.

There are many female officials in the palace. In fact, there are also female officials in the Prince's Mansion, the Inner Prince's Mansion, and the Taizheng Taichen Family (Note 1). They are all young ladies from noble families. Of course, they should not be too mean to female officials.

"Your Highness, it's snowing heavily. The princess ordered the cleaning and told me to serve you." As she said that, she poured the wine. According to the rules, even the prince should not say much about the distribution of the inner courtyard (Note 2). Although she felt it was a little strange, there was no problem with this statement. The prince was a little hungry and did not intend to worry too much. She picked up the wine cup and was about to drink it, but someone outside the house laughed and said, "If it were me, I wouldn't drink it."

"who?!"

This sound scared the prince. He immediately put down the wine cup, stood up and looked out, and tried to retreat. But it was too late. The man jumped off the roof and landed in front of the door.

Even if I only saw him once, the prince immediately recognized the other party’s identity: “You are Nobuichi Yamada!”

The person who came was not someone else, but the young samurai Izumi Shibu!

This man is handsome. No one has ever seen him once, but how could this man suddenly appear in his prince's mansion?

What was the other party here to do? Is it because he came to trouble himself in order to avenge his wife's revenge for his master Ju Daozhen?

The prince's expression changed drastically and he was about to call for warriors immediately.

Although the court had already shown signs of decline at this time, as a second-rank prince, there were still many samurai in the prince's mansion. Just as he was about to speak out, he saw that Yamada Nobuichi had touched the hilt of his waist.

A chill hit the heart, and the prince was afraid, so he took a step back and tried to calm down: "What do you mean? Do you want to cause a big disaster for Ju Daozhen?"
Chapter completed!