Li Xiu walked on the streets of Chang'an City. He walked very slowly. Fourteen years later, he is now nineteen years old.

Everything here is so familiar to him, but so strange to him.

Chang'an City is a little cold in winter, but compared to outside the pass, these coldness is nothing.

His feet were stepping on the long street, feeling the blue bricks under his feet. There was no snow on the official road in Chang'an. The steadiness under his feet made Li Xiu's face pale. He shrugged his shoulders and coughed gently twice.

"Uncle Qiao, if I had died, would Chang'an still be there?"

"You are still alive."

Old Qiao quietly held the horse, and his old face squeezed out a smile.

"I'm still alive, yes, I'm still alive after all."

Li Xiu stood in front of the gate of the palace, looked up slightly at the four big words of the Chenliu Palace, and laughed softly.

"I thought I could not survive the past, but since I survived, I would have to collect the debts owed by Chang'an City one by one, and no one could escape."

"No one can escape."

"Yes, Master."

Old Qiao's face was still full of smiles, and many wrinkles were squeezed out.

There was a sound of horse hooves in the distance, and gradually approaching. Li Anzhi jumped off the horse's back and Li Xiu turned his back.

"I have asked someone to clean up the place where you live. From now on, you will be the young master of the royal palace."

Li Anzhi patted his shoulder, gave a few instructions, then turned over and left the gate of the palace. He was in charge of the defense of Kyoto City, and had a heavy responsibility and should not be slackened.

Li Xiu watched him go away, then suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed three times to the gate of the palace, got up and walked into the palace.

Lao Qiao handed the horse rope to the guards on both sides, and did not speak, and followed Li Xiu quietly like a shadow.

A servant from the royal palace guided the way forward, with a smile on his face constantly talking about the layout of the mansion and the interesting things that happened before. After a cup of tea, he found that the prince seemed extremely cold and serious all the way, so he simply stopped wasting his mouth and kept silent and just led the way forward.

"Your Highness, this is where you live."

"You go."

Old Qiao waved to the servant and signaled.

"this..."

The servant hesitated when he heard this.

Li Xiu looked sideways and frowned.

The man couldn't figure out his temper and thought he was impatient. He trembled and quickly explained: "Your Highness, your wife has prepared a family banquet. In two quarters of an hour, please move to Chaoyue Pavilion."

Most of the layout and architecture in the royal palace have not changed. For example, Chaoyue Pavilion was a place where Li Laizhi hugged Li Xiu and often ate when he was a child.

"Tell me that the princess is intent."

Li Xiu nodded.

The servant hurriedly bowed and then bowed his head to leave. When he walked past the corner of the garden gate, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his temples. He thought to himself that the prince was too difficult to serve, so it would be better to hide in the future.

According to folk customs, he should call the second wife an aunt or an aunt.

But he called him a princess.

The servants don't understand, but some should understand.

Li Xiu walked a few steps and pushed open the door in front of him, his eyes dazed for a moment and then returned to calm.

The outfit in the house is exactly the same as when I was a child, and there is no difference at all. Even the four-foot-foot-tree horse in front of the window is quietly placed there, with the worn spots not changing at all.

"He must have been frightened."

Old Qiao walked forward and took off Li Xiu's clothes, and then helped him sit on the chair.

Li Xiu closed his eyes, his chest kept rising and falling, and he was trying his best to suppress his breathing.

Since childhood, he has suffered pain that ordinary people cannot imagine every year. He will get sick once a month. The pain is like cramps and bone peeling, which is indescribable.

The servant just frowned and thought he was impatient.

In fact, he was just in pain, but now he has become a habit, no longer rolling around the ground and wailing heart-wrenchingly like he was when he was a child.

Looking at Li Xiu, who was pale and blood-colored, Lao Qiao's eyes were filled with care. The young master's unparalleled figure was actually brought to such a level by a three-tribulation life.

A full quarter of an hour later, Li Xiu's breathing gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually opened and his body was covered with sweat.

Old Qiao stretched out a hand towards him, and a light white light flashed in his palm. Li Xiu's wet body disappeared. To outsiders, he still looked like the young man in blue shirt standing proudly in front of the city gate.

"Uncle Qiao, do you think I'm going to die?"

Li Xiu looked at the white snow on the willow tree outside the window and said softly.

His voice was dull, and his face was still as if he was not talking about his own life.

"You have broken through the three tribulations and now you only have the last step left. Don't say these despicable words."

Lao Qiao comforted quietly.

"I was five years old when I broke the first disaster. That day, snow fell on the sky and buried half of the human world. If the poster hadn't saved me, I would have died."

"But you still broke the first disaster."

Li Xiu ignored him and said to himself.

"Four years ago, I broke into Mohuigu to break the second catastrophe. This time I met Mr. Chen. He saved my life when I was dying and helped me break the second catastrophe, so I saved his life later."

Lao Qiao didn't say anything, and his face became much heavier.

"I can live for more than a month now. Who else can save me in this last disaster?"

No one answered, and Lao Qiao was not speaking, but had a gloomy face. There was a gathering of wind and clouds in the sky. In winter, thunder sounded, roaring above the palace.

Li Xiu stood up and held Lao Qiao's hand, and smiled and said, "Let's go, Uncle Qiao, it's time to have a family banquet."

Old Qiao's face calmed down. He saluted Li Xiu and said respectfully: "Yes, Young Master."

The two walked out of the door and walked towards Chaoyue Pavilion. The wind and clouds in the sky dissipated and the thunder disappeared.

Calm as usual.

The three catastrophes are a kind of physique that is born with. As the name suggests, this person will experience three catastrophes within twenty years. It will naturally be smooth sailing when he has been through it. If he can't survive it, he will be dead.

Therefore, it is also called life.

People with this physique are gifted and have excellent physical training, but the contradiction is that people with this physique cannot practice before breaking the three kalpas.

If you cannot practice, you cannot break the disaster.

If you cannot break the disaster, you cannot practice.

This is a dead end.

Since the Tang Dynasty recorded that no one who had three deaths since ancient times successfully broke the disaster, most of whom died in the first disaster.

A feat similar to Li Xiu's successive victory over the two disasters is already an unprecedented feat.

......

Chaoyue Pavilion is located in a lake west of the royal palace. There is only a wooden bridge between the pavilion and the shore pavement. Since Li Laizhi died in the battle and Li Xiu disappeared fourteen years ago, no one has been here again.

Today, Li Xiu returned to Kyoto, and Li Anzhi's shop welcomed him with red makeup for ten miles, and all the officials bowed their heads and waited.

Even Mr. Chen from the academy also appeared at the city gate.

This is a great courtesy, because Li Laizhi made great contributions and Anzhi worked hard, and it is well known that his purpose of returning to Beijing this time will definitely not be simple.

One person, one servant and one horse, the rolling wind and snow return with the general trend.

No one will win this day.

Because Li Xiu's identity is special, no one knows where he has been in the past fourteen years, because no one can figure out his background.

It is precisely because of this that the woman in the academy who asked at the exit in front of the city gate was regarded as a fool by the officials and was acting clever.

In that case, you can ask tomorrow, or the next day, but you must not ask today.

Ang Lee's long red and black armor is an attitude, and the second wife's family banquet at Chaoyue Pavilion is also an attitude.

The dress in the pavilion is extremely luxurious and gorgeous. To outsiders, this is the foundation and strength of the royal palace.

It is a kind of respect and attention to guests.

But Lao Qiao's face became a little cold, and Li Xiu's eyes gradually narrowed.

This is a family banquet, and the layout should be mainly warm and comfortable. Now it is a decoration for welcoming guests. This is the Chenliu Palace. Li Xiu is the prince of the palace. When did he become a guest?

There is a table in the pavilion filled with wine and food. The price of any dish is enough for the people of Chang'an to spend a year.

There were no servants serving here, and there were two people sitting at the table.

Two women, one of them, looked about thirty, with bright red lips and straight eyebrows. She sat in the main seat, and was dressed as a first-class lady, who looked so elegant and luxurious under the colorless water surface.

This person is Li Anzhi's wife, the daughter of the Taiwei, and the first-rank lady named by His Majesty, Qi Liu.

On her left hand was a girl, who was 28 years old and was Li Anzhi's only daughter, Li Xinger.
To be continued...