Yunwei Mountain on the outskirts of western Beijing.

Yunwei Mountain is not high. It is not so much a mountain as it is a relatively high hill. The scenery here is beautiful. There are green trees inside and outside the mountains. There are plum blossoms and maples in winter and spring. It is surrounded by stone paths and ancient temples. It is really

A good place for an outing.

The Yuanjue Temple on the mountain has always had the tradition of hosting royal ginseng Zen practitioners. It is said that a prince in the previous dynasty became a monk here. Therefore, as a place designated by the emperor for spiritual cultivation, it is not open to the public on weekdays. It only accepts outsiders on certain days.

of incense.

Whenever we encounter these rare open days, many devotees always flock to Yuanyue Temple to offer incense, worship the Buddha, and ask for fortune-telling. It has become famous far and wide because of its reputation for being particularly effective.

At this moment, on the stone steps on the mountain road, Mrs. Xie and Aunt Wu were walking and chatting in front of them. The wives and concubines were quite harmonious. Sisters Fu Rushuang and Fu Xuechen were following closely behind. There were mammies and servants nearby to protect them.

Fu Xuechen looked around, she just liked to join in the fun and came here just like an outing. Seeing the beautiful scenery in front of her, she felt relaxed and happy, and the trip was well worth it.

"So many people!" Fu Rushuang sighed.

"I think it's okay?" Fu Xuechen blinked. Compared with the situation in the holiday scenic spots in his previous life where there were only heads of people but no scenery, the so-called crowds of people in this time and space are just like that. They are probably similar to those in busy urban areas. They have not gone to the Mt.

There are so many people rubbing shoulders with each other, but their actions and actions do not affect each other.

It can be deduced from this that after years of war, the population of the entire country has actually dropped sharply. As the center of the world, the population density of the imperial capital at this moment seems to be only equivalent to that of third-tier cities in later generations. This is evident.

Halfway up the mountain, a pavilion appeared next to it, with a circle of beauties leaning on it, and a stone table and bench in the middle for people to rest. Xie called on everyone to go over and have a rest and have something to eat.

Young sisters Fu Rushuang and Fu Xuechen actually don't feel tired, but they have to perform a full set. Fu Xuechen's "leg injury has not healed", so she should rest as much as possible. Xie also pays attention to this.

They are not the only ones in the pavilion. The pavilion is in the shape of a pentagon, with one side connected to the mountain road and the other four sides hanging in the air. If you are not afraid of heights, just sit on the beauty chair, which is a good place to enjoy the scenery.

The pavilion is not small in size. The Fu family and another group of people who appear to be wealthy businessmen occupy one side of the pavilion. There are also three sides, and many men and women are also resting there.

Fu Xuechen drank the water brought from home and took out some delicious preserved fruits to eat: "Sister, don't you want to eat it?"

"You can eat it yourself!" Fu Rushuang shook her head. She was not as greedy for snacks as Fu Xuechen.

In this pure place of Buddhism, tourists who come here are very particular about etiquette. No one makes a loud noise and only talks quietly to the people around them. Unfortunately, not long after, a naughty child appeared diagonally opposite and started making a fuss.

"I won't go up! I want to go home! I won't go up..." The naughty child kept shouting repeatedly.

His parents seemed to be just ordinary people. Although they were decently dressed, they could not be called luxurious and wealthy, and there were no servants around to serve them. When the naughty child made a fuss, both of their faces turned green. They scolded them first, and then started to attack them.

I plan to drag the naughty child away completely.

The naughty boy was in his early ten years and was born very strong. He hugged the fence post and resisted with all his strength. Both his parents were as thin as bamboo poles. The mother looked pale and sickly. The two adults couldn't hold him.

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Fu Xuechen stared at him, he was really a naughty kid, he could meet him anywhere, regardless of ancient or modern times, China or foreign countries.

After just a few tugs, the naughty child's mother became weak, and she let go and collapsed on the ground. The naughty child's father became angry and pulled harder, shouting: "You traitor! Let go of me!"

"I don't-" The naughty child resisted even more fiercely, and he struggled hard, and suddenly succeeded in freeing his arm from his father's grasp. However, he used too much force, lost his balance, and fell out of the fence.

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"not good!"

Fu Xuechen was shocked. He stood up and wanted to save him, but his hands were full of preserved fruits and water. It was too late. A figure flashed out of the corner of his eye, but it was Fu Rushuang who rushed out, rushed to the fence over there, and grabbed the man who had fallen down the cliff.

Naughty kid.

Before Fu Xuechen could breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Rushuang's body was carried by the extremely heavy naughty child and he couldn't help but climb over the fence, leaving only one left hand still firmly grasping the edge of the fence.

"Rushuang——" Aunt Wu was so frightened that her scream was deformed. She subconsciously wanted to rush over, but was quickly stopped by the nanny beside her. Both Xie and Fu Xuechen opened their eyes wide, and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

The two attendants hurriedly pushed their way through the panicking crowd, preparing to quickly come to the rescue.

They were quick to respond, but there was even an even faster one. A young man in blue shirt appeared out of nowhere next to him. Almost as soon as Fu Rushuang's body turned over, he stretched his upper body out of the fence and grabbed Fu Rushuang's left arm.

He half dragged and half hugged her up, and also grabbed the naughty kid by his collar, and carried him back to Xuan Pavilion.

After being frightened, the naughty child became honest and was hugged tightly by his mother with a pale face.

The child's father trembled with fear and happiness, and kept saying his thanks to Fu Rushuang and the blue-shirted boy for saving their lives.

Aunt Wu rushed forward, grabbed Fu Rushuang, and looked up and down. She saw that her daughter's palms were red, her arms were a little weak, and she was almost injured, and she almost cried.

However, Mrs. Xie was still calm, and she quickly regained her composure. She looked at the young man in blue shirt and said gratefully, "Thanks to the young master, my girl is lucky! But I don't know what the young master's name is?"

"Mother..." Fu Rushuang's face turned red and she called in a low voice like a mosquito.

The young man in blue shirt bowed his head calmly and replied: "Mrs. Fu, there is no need to be polite! My son and I are studying together in the same class. We are not strangers. Mrs. Fu can just call me Shiro."

He was actually his son's classmate? Did Guozi learn from it? Mr. Xie was startled and turned to look at Fu Xuechen.

Fu Xuechen had a look of disbelief on his face. Seeing his mother looking over, he quickly went over and whispered the origin of the other party in Mr. Xie's ear: "Mother! He is His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince!"

Mrs. Xie's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the boy in blue in surprise. Finally, she had not been the wife of the Marquis for nothing for many years. She realized in time that the other party was traveling privately incognito. She was not shocked to see him on the spot, but smiled generously and said

: "It turned out to be Shiro in person, but the foolish woman was rude and failed to recognize him immediately."

Yoongzhen nodded approvingly and looked to the side.

Everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze, and saw a young man in his early twenties and a thick green robe approaching hesitantly, and nodded to Mr. Xie, obviously coming with Yunzhen.

Fu Xuechen's dark eyes blinked again and again, and his heart was filled with disbelief.

Yunzhen introduced Mr. Xie: "He is my eldest brother."

"It turns out to be Da Lang!" Mrs. Xie said politely, but she was also incredulous in her heart. Isn't the fourth prince's eldest brother the eldest prince Yunbo? But the eldest prince and the second prince were both descended from the Empress Yuan. On the way to seize the throne, they and the fourth prince
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