The hard work of Xuelang and Old Man Xiguang was wasted by her. Rong Huazheng felt a little sorry for them and apologized repeatedly in her heart.

Rong Huazheng's heart kept trembling, feeling restless and depressed.

Rong Huazheng looked at the guard at the door. She took a look at how she was dressed. She didn't go in in the normal way. She pulled the horse, walked around to the backyard, and tiptoed in.

"Oh, His Highness the Fourth Highness is really handsome. No wonder the lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion always chases after him. This handsome appearance really makes the girl like it." An old woman covered her lips and said with a smile.

"Now it seems that there are two rooms on the front side, and several concubines." Rong Huating's mouth pulled out a sneer, which was full of sarcasm. This was somewhat inconsistent with his delicate face, and it was also the first time he showed such an expression.

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Rong Huazheng snorted, and then didn't bother to knock on the door. He reached out and took out a knife and a needle from his baggage, and used the needle to poke a few times behind the door bar of the city gate. After hearing the sound of loosening,

She sank a knife into the crack of the country door and pulled the door handle, and the city gate suddenly opened.

At that time, the city gate was still tightly locked. Rong Huazheng saw that someone on the city wall had seen her, but they all showed frightened expressions.

Rong Huazheng's face darkened, "Is it so scary?" After saying this, he couldn't help but muttered: "A man with this little courage is still a soldier. If he had been kicked out in his previous life!"

Rong Huazheng twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and took off the thing on his head, "Hua Ting."

"What good things did the honorable scholar do in his last life? When he was fourteen years old, he was awarded the title of minister of the Ministry of Rites. How long ago, he changed his residence and was promoted to the third rank of minister of the Ministry of Rites. Wow, this official

Son

After hearing this, Rong Huazheng didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Her heart was very blocked, but she felt a little warm after hearing the words.

She left Yu Wencan for two years, but had a child less than three months old.

Rong Huazheng already had a lot of things to think about in her mind. She didn't have time to care about others, so she moved her hands mechanically. Just a voice and a name brought her consciousness back from the low ebb.

"Hey, shopkeeper, I have been able to eat a meal thanks to everyone's face for decades, so I have to repay everyone."

She has no appetite, but she has to eat...

"How could it be possible?!" The shopkeeper's eyes widened, "Two months ago, this place was the most haunted. The whole city was filled with smoke. The most people fled here was two months ago!"

She filmed for a while, but no one responded, so she shouted: "Shopkeeper, is anyone here?"

Rong Huazheng smiled, feeling a little friendly, "I didn't dress like this before. I used to dress up as a man, with a beard on my face."

But what about the human heart?

Rong Huazheng heard a lot from the shopkeeper that night, which was too much for her to digest. The most difficult thing for her to accept was - two years ago!

It was obviously the same location, but last time she and Old Man Xiguang walked on a stone road, this time they could only walk on a mud road with overgrown grass, rampant shrubs, and wet soil. It was very difficult to walk along the way.

Both his body and neck were scratched several times by some thorny plants encountered on the road, and the long blood marks slowly extended.

Yu Wenlin only felt that a certain figure in the corner was a bit familiar. He stared at it for a long time. It was not until he examined the attire of the person that he shook his head. A hint of disappointment flashed through his peach blossom eyes, "How could he appear here again?

Well...just daydream..."

A drop or two of tears fell from his eyes, and Rong Huazheng shook his head.

"Pfft!" Rong Huazheng couldn't help laughing, "What a daydream, I'm not dead, okay?"

Rong Huazheng's ears suddenly perked up.

However, as soon as she said these words, the soldiers on the city wall became even more frightened, and all of them softened.

"Okay, don't worry, you are a coward and lied to others about being a mage." Rong Huazheng curled his lips, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said in surprise: "Shopkeeper, how come you have aged so much." Rong Huazheng was in the shop before.

How many people have stayed here?

Oh my god, I see the shopkeeper every day, and I can clearly remember his appearance in my memory. Before, he had no wrinkles on his face when he was in his fifties, but now his whole face is covered with wrinkles, and he looks at least three or four years older.

age.

Rong Hua Zheng was infected by his joy, smiled and let go of his hand, took two steps to look at Rong Hua Ting from head to toe, and then said with a smile: "Hua Ting, you have grown a lot taller.

He seems to be more handsome as he grows up, and he looks very stylish in this court dress."

Rong Huating kept paying attention to Rong Huazheng's reaction, and hesitated several times. After the two chatted for a while, Rong Huazheng said: "Tell me about your experience in the past two years?"

After Rong Huating wiped away her tears, she did not go in. She said in a choked voice: "Sister Zheng, I hope to dream about you every day, but I dream about you every day and every night, but I never dream about you. Only now do I know

What I did was not a daydream."

The sound of joy was getting closer and closer, and Rong Huazheng immediately saw the festive welcoming procession.

She stayed in Zhulang Mountain for two months, but it has been two years here in the human world.

The last time he walked was not very long, but this time Rong Huazheng survived for more than three hours before climbing to the old man's wooden house in Xiguang.

"What are you jealous of? At such a young age, I am a close disciple of Grand Tutor Shengguo. It is only right to have such achievements. What do you have? You can't even read a single Chinese character!"

Rong Huating's face turned red when she was pinched by Rong Hua Zheng, but she didn't cry out in pain. Instead, she smiled stupidly at Rong Hua Zheng. "I seem to feel Sister Zheng's warmth."

Rong Hua Zheng smiled but did not answer.

This incident is the best news Rong Huazheng has heard in this month.

Rong Hua Zheng rarely slept well this month, and her complexion, which had been well maintained at Zhulang Mountain, had also deteriorated. Her face was snow-white and beautiful, but there was no color.

Listening to this, Rong Huazheng felt a chill in his heart, "Are there hundreds of people who came back crazy?" People died for money and birds died for food. Although Rong Huazheng felt that there was nothing pity in this, he was just doing it for this.

When something goes crazy, the families of those people must be so sad.

"Sister Zheng, you don't know, he has been lying to you, he has been lying to you..."

The rustling sounds became more intensive. Rong Huazheng listened attentively. There were at least a dozen people inside.

Rong Huating blushed in embarrassment after being praised by Rong Huazheng. When he found Rong Huazheng standing, he quickly pulled her to sit down and poured tea for Rong Huazheng himself. Looking at Rong Huazheng's outfit, he couldn't help but say: "

Sister Zheng, why are you dressed like this?"

"Since then, he has come here almost every day to ask for an explanation, saying that I am unfilial and so on... Today he also came to the new mansion to make trouble, but I asked the guards to drive him away."

Because Rong Hua Zheng had removed almost all the weeds on the roadside when she came up, she could ride down the mountain on horseback, so it was quite easy along the way, and it took less than an hour to get down to the bottom of the mountain.

"Didn't it mean that they have broken away from the relationship between father and son? Rong Zhuangyuan does not admit that Mr. Rong is his father, and even said that he almost died in..."

Unexpectedly, Rong Hua Zheng would speak directly. Rong Hua Ting was stunned and responded with um, oh, ok.

Rong Huazheng took those things back one by one, and then she did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she sat aside and looked quietly in the direction of the wooden house. Her eyes were always red and the bags under her eyes were swollen.

Rong Huazheng considered this wording, "It was bearable at the time."

Rong Huazheng lived in the wooden house for nearly two months. She could tell how many boards there were in the wooden house. She still remembered the air and the smell of the quilt in the room where she slept, the smell of the food cooked by the old man Xiguang, and his

How sweet and delicious the brewed snow mountain tea is...

Rong Huazheng looked very annoyed, stretched out his hand to push the Taoist priest away, and said to the shopkeeper and waiter who were stunned: "What are you doing here? Let's serve the food!"

It was very bright inside. The light made Rong Huazheng subconsciously close her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the knife in her hand flew off and broke into dozens of pieces.

The mansion was indeed very big. Rong Huazheng smiled immediately when he saw the big word Rongfu written on the plaque on the red door.

These ways of death are really bizarre.

"However, according to estimates, the military power in the prince's hands now is at least more than two million..."

Rong Huazheng didn't take these minor injuries to heart. In fact, it was not so much that she didn't care, but that she didn't notice the injuries on her body at all. She just wanted to walk back to the small wooden house.

Rong Huazheng held the tea cup and said helplessly: "It's because the robe is too wide." If he saw her bulging belly, he would definitely be shocked.

Rong Huazheng heard the cup in her hand tilt, and the hot tea overflowed from the edge of the cup, scalding her fingertips.

"Ah!" The people in the inn said a single syllable in unison.

While riding the horse along the way, the sound of joy suddenly came to my ears.

Rong Huazheng was stunned when he heard this.

Rong Huating has really grown a lot in the past two years. He was originally about the same height as Rong Hua Zheng, and Rong Hua Zheng only reached his chin. He was already good-looking, but two years of training has helped him grow taller.

He has grown up and become more handsome. He is more than ten years old.

The young man unexpectedly developed a sense of elegance and elegance. Now he is wearing a pink, fitted court dress, which makes his thin but tall body look extremely good-looking, adding a touch of elegance to his temperament. He is like a graceful young man, very beautiful and good-looking

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Rong Huazheng really smiled this time, "Shopkeeper, you are so hospitable!"

Rong Huazheng looked at the year and searched by month and date. When he saw the name he had chosen randomly, although he was already prepared, his fingertips still trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

Say it, Rong Huazheng reached out cruelly and pinched Rong Huating Bai Xi's delicate face.

"His Royal Highness the prince's military power of one million is not enough, and there is no way he can compete with the prince."

For months, no one dared to sleep anymore, and fewer and fewer people dared to live here, so many people went to other cities to seek refuge with relatives."

She wiped the water stain casually and couldn't help but ask: "Two years ago?" The shopkeeper must be old, so how could it be two years ago? Shouldn't this be what happened two months ago?

Rong Huazheng was stunned for a moment and murmured: "But they were pretty good when I went there two months ago."

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?" The shopkeeper was shocked when he saw Rong Huazheng's face turning pale, and said quickly.

Rong Huazheng was so excited by this scene that she gritted her teeth and said, "You really think I'm a ghost?" As she said that, she stepped into the inn.

They couldn't tell whether it was mud or feces, so they grabbed whatever they could and ate it. They walked around crazily on the street. There were hundreds of them on the street every day. They always came to take advantage and occupy space. Soon there were no more people on the street.

People dare to come out casually."
To be continued...