"Be careful when you get out! I won't let the emperor's army catch you!" Fang Han looked at her firmly, with a confused look on his face.
"Thank you, I won't let myself be caught!" Yan Xiaoyu grabbed the package on her shoulder and looked at Fang Han with a smile.
"Go through the side door. That's my people over there. In addition to the imperial guards and the imperial guards at the other doors..." Fang Han warned carefully.
Yan Xiaoyu left with a smile. It turned out that Fang Han liked Xiao Hanjing. He suddenly remembered that the Fang family was also a well-known family in the capital. There must be a story between her and Xiao Hanjing, right?
In the darkness, Xiao Ninglan squinted on the wall. He had been staring at Yun Ziyou's head for several days and found nothing. However, he discovered that Fang Han, a dead boy, had betrayed him.
Weighing the stone in his hand, he looked at the moment when Fang Han was distracted by Xiao Hanjing's back, and the stone suddenly shot out, hitting Fang Han's face.
Fang Han took a few steps back, reached out and grabbed the stone, looked at the direction in which the stone was coming, and said coldly, "Who dares to sneak attack in secret?"
Xiao Ninglan jumped out with an evil smile, and slapped Fang Han on the head, "You bastard, how dare you bend the law for your own gain?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Fang Han knelt down on one knee and looked at Xiao Ninglan anxiously.
"Are you worried about me chasing back that princess girl?" Xiao Ninglan looked at Fang Han condescendingly.
Fang Han wanted to defend himself, but looked at Xiao Ninglan's playful expression and closed his mouth.
"I've been staring at Yunziyou here for three days, and there's been no movement from that guy." Xiao Ninglan suppressed her smile and straightened up.
"Why does the emperor have to watch in person and let the secret guards..." Fang Han stood up and suggested kindly.
"The secret guard is no match for him, he will easily find out that he is being followed!" Xiao Ninglan looked solemn.
Fang Han was silent for a while before boldly asking, "Why does the emperor keep an eye on Yun Ziyou? Now the power of Prince Rui's palace has completely collapsed!"
"I suspect that the Concubine Yan next to me is fake, and Yun Ziyou should know the inside story!" Xiao Ninglan frowned.
"Your Majesty..." Fang Han was shocked, "If Concubine Yan is fake, then where is the real Concubine Yan?"
"This is also what worries me. If they get a fake Yan Xiaoyu by my side, then the real Yan Xiaoyu may have been imprisoned by them!" Xiao Ninglan expressed his uneasiness. He did not believe that Yan Xiaoyu was dead.
If those people wanted to take advantage of Xiaoyu, they would definitely keep her and threaten him in the past.
"Who does your Majesty think is the murderer behind this?" Fang Han held his breath and stared.
"It's definitely not Yun Ziyou!" Xiao Ninglan frowned and fell into deep thought...
*
The next day, Yun Ziyou discovered that Xiao Hanjing was missing. There were two letters on the table, one for her, and one for him to hand over to Aya in the palace. He read the letter with confusion and became more and more concerned about Xiao Hanjing's identity.
Becoming more and more suspicious.
This was not Xiao Hanjing's handwriting at all, and Xiao Hanjing didn't know Aya, but he didn't recognize the font of the letter to Aya at all.
He slammed the table and immediately sent a letter to the people in the ghost realm to look for Xiao Hanjing's whereabouts. Since this girl could escape the surveillance of the people in the palace, it would be better if someone helped her escape.
He copied and printed a copy of the letter left for Aya. He squinted at the crooked handwriting. These tadpole-like words reminded him of the Western characters recorded in ancient books, but how could Xiao Hanjing know foreign characters?
Instructing the ghost warriors in the ghost realm to secretly send the letter to Aya in the palace, Yun Ziyou took the letter and went to the Great Buddhist Temple at night.
The Great Buddha Temple is home to Master Kongkong, the only master in Xiliang who can speak foreign languages. Legend has it that Master Kongkong has a photographic memory and is proficient in various languages, including the languages of animals. He has been in the Great Buddha Temple for decades, waiting to become an immortal.
Master Kongkong looked at the tadpole-like writing, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist verse, "I have never seen such strange writing, it looks like Western writing, but it is not Western..."
Yun Ziyou held the scroll and frowned, "Master, take a closer look. According to ancient records, it should be Western writing."
Master Kongkong shook his head, "Donor, this kind of writing should have evolved from Western writing, but it is indeed not Western writing!"
Yun Ziyou took back the scroll with some disappointment. If he couldn't even know about the big event, then only the person who wrote the letter would know about it.
He thanked him and walked out, holding the scroll in his hands and going down the mountain sadly.
Master Kongkong sighed as he watched Yun Ziyou leave. Suddenly, the window was opened with a bang, and Xiao Ninglan jumped in dressed in black.
When Master Kongkong saw it was Xiao Ninglan, he hurriedly saluted. Xiao Ninglan reached out to support him, "Master, what does that person want from you just now?"
"Your Majesty, the person just now took a letter and asked me to interpret it!" Master Kongkong said it clearly.
"Master, do you remember the content of the letter?" Xiao Ninglan raised her eyebrows.
"Remember!" Master Kongkong bowed, took a pen and paper, and wrote the letter intact.
"Doesn't even the master know what the content of the letter means?" Xiao Ninglan looked at the thin paper in her hand. The wind blew through the window and the paper rustled.
Master Kongkong bowed helplessly, "I am ashamed!"
Returning to the palace, Xiao Ninglan looked at the paper and was puzzled. At midnight, a secret guard came to report that Aya from Zixiao Palace left the palace and flew towards the east.
Xiao Ninglan pondered, "Send someone to keep an eye on it and report back immediately if there is any sign of trouble!"
*
On Wulipo on the outskirts of the capital, Yan Xiaoyu stood facing the wind with a package hanging on her shoulders. Her long hair was tied up with an ebony hairpin. A few strands of broken hair on her forehead were dancing lightly in the wind. Her thin body was on the edge of the cliff, filled with despair.
She has a sense of beauty. There is a sense of relief on her calm face. She is dressed in men's clothing, has a heroic appearance, and a clear spirit with tenacity.
In the wind, her wide sleeves fluttered, and she was dressed in a blue cloth. The texture was ordinary, but it did not affect her scorching temperament like jade at all. The black cloth boots and the green hairband on her head were like a green plant that was not stained by mud.
Lian, hearing movement behind her, turned around.
I saw Aya approaching in the wind. She was dressed in a black brocade dress. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with gold threads. She had half of the blue silk tied up on her head. The black silk hairband was flying in the wind with the hair on the back of her head. She was beautiful.
Her face was less sinister than before, and more calm. She looked at Yan Xiaoyu, stopped about ten steps away from her, and stared at her quietly.