Historian

In the end, Mingyu did not attend the bonfire party, but just watched from a distance.

Although not many people know that Mingyu is still alive, it is better not to be high-profile and attract attention at this time.

I can’t say I feel regretful, but I still feel a little lost.

However, her mood was soon diluted by new things. She received a reply from Yu Tongan.

Yu Tongan's handwriting is just like him, fresh, elegant, beautiful and slender.

The room was quiet, and for a moment the only sound was the occasional shuffling of papers.

"...Hearing that the young lady is well, my heart finally settles down, as if a heavy burden has been lifted. And now, I am even more relieved by your comfort. Hearing your words, I have gained a lot from my sadness. I will take care of myself."

"I would like to express my sincere gratitude for the flowers. I have been thinking for a long time, but I still can't find anything to return the favor. Suddenly, I saw peach blossoms blooming in the courtyard. I would like to give you a touch of spring. I hope you don't mind."

When Wu Ren walked in, he saw Mingyu holding a peach branch in his hand, with petals scattered on the table in groups of three or two. It looked far less gorgeous than the one he had in Huanzhou.

Wu Ren looked a little puzzled, as it didn't look like there were peach blossoms growing in Xibei Town.

"Where did the peach blossoms come from?"

After asking, Wu Ren felt that he was really stupid. Didn't the young master send a letter? It was impossible for Mingyu to conjure up peach blossoms out of thin air. It was obvious that it was sent together with the letter.

Mingyu glanced at Wu Ren. This letter was just handed to her by Wu Ren. She didn't really want to answer such a stupid question.

"Why would the Master send you a peach blossom? What's the point?" Wu Ren ignored Mingyu's indifference and walked over to Mingyu, curious. "Did the Master say anything about his plans?"

"Yu Tongan said you shouldn't go back, just follow me first." In fact, Yu Tongan felt uneasy without anyone around her. If anything happened, he was afraid that she would have difficulty handling it alone.

As for peach blossoms...

Mingyu was also a little curious. What did he mean?

Was it sent all the way here just to return the gift?

Mingyu carefully looked at the peach blossoms in front of him. Unlike the "White Rabbit" which was drought-resistant, the peach blossoms growing in Huanzhou, a prosperous city, had experienced a long journey. No matter how carefully they were kept, their petals were still scattered and no longer shining.

Does it have any meaning like "white rabbit"? But Yu Tongan didn't mention it in the letter.

Mingyu noticed Wu Ren beside him becoming depressed because he couldn't go back to Huanzhou. He felt a little amused and turned his eyes away from Taohua.

"Why, are you feeling wronged by staying with me?" Mingyu waved the peach blossoms in front of Wu Ren. "Let me ask you, do the peach blossoms in Huanzhou have any special meaning?"

"It's okay to feel wronged. I'm just worried about the young master. How can he survive without me?" Wu Ren muttered reluctantly, turning to look at the somewhat dilapidated peach blossom.

"What's the point of this? There are so many companions everywhere in Huanzhou..." Wu Ren said, staring at Mingyu with wide eyes, his expression full of disbelief, "Is this a gift from the young master?"

"No, this is a return gift for the 'White Rabbit' flower from last time." Mingyu corrected Wu Ren's statement.

Wu Ren found it hard to believe: "Is this a return gift from the young master?"

How could a gift like this, which wasn't even new, be considered a gift from the young master who shone so brightly in his heart? And could peach blossoms be given away casually? Or had the young master not considered this?

Seeing Wu Ren's reaction, Mingyu probably knew what was going on.

Since it was the broken peach blossom sent by the polite Yu Tongan, it seemed that he really wanted to give her a peach blossom.

"Yes, it really is." Mingyu began to search the room for a container that could hold peach blossoms. "When I meet her, I'm going to ask for a decent one in return."

Wu Ren looked at Mingyu. Although the other party was complaining, he seemed to be in a good mood and did not look like he had received a gift that was not to his liking.

Wu Ren was a little confused and didn't understand.

…

Along with Yu Tongan's letter came the return of General Zheng Pinggui.

Mingyu had just received the news when General Zheng arrived at the yard where Mingyu was temporarily staying.

"Mingyu girl!"

Zheng Pinggui's voice was loud and clear, and Mingyu doubted whether the volume would let even the people on the street know that this place was harboring a wanted criminal.

"Greetings, General."

Zheng Pinggui patted Mingyu's shoulder and sighed with emotion: "You don't know how seriously the Third Prince told me to find you."

Mingyu was caught off guard and was unable to control her facial expression after being photographed like this.

Her shoulder hadn't fully recovered yet, and she really couldn't stand being slapped like that.

Seeing Mingyu's heavy expression, Zheng Pinggui said in agreement, "You understand how much the Third Prince values ​​you, right? Let's set off without delay."

"What?"

Mingyu didn't understand what was going on. Why did she set off after feeling a little pain?

"Where are we going?"

"Oh, right, you didn't know that yet." Zheng Pinggui patted his head and laughed heartily twice, not at all embarrassed. "The Third Prince asked you to go to his place."

"The capital? Did the Third Prince say anything?" Mingyu was stunned and frowned.

"Yes. He didn't have that. He just said he would bring you to the capital after he found you."

In this way, Mingyu got on the carriage again and rushed to the capital, and this time Mingyu's identity was the attendant of Master Zheng Yan.

…

After half a year, Mingyu returned to the capital again.

"I've made all the arrangements. You'll follow the gift-giving person to the Third Prince's residence." Zheng Yan carefully instructed Mingyu, "Don't stop anywhere along the way."

"I understand." Mingyu replied softly.

Mingyu was wearing a maid's clothes, and Wu Ren was with her. He would also go to the Third Prince's mansion.

The capital city was as prosperous as imagined, with heavy traffic and bustling crowds. No one paid special attention to whether the people passing by were not supposed to be there.

The capital city is really no different from before, it's the same with or without her.

Mingyu looked at this city that was familiar yet unfamiliar to her with an indifferent expression. She grew up here but was far less familiar with it than those who had only been here for a year or two.

"Why do you look so strange?" Wu Ren said nervously beside Mingyu, "Did you see someone you know?"

"How could this acquaintance come from?" Mingyu did not lie. She had very few friends. Even in the palace, many people only knew of the existence of this person but had never actually seen her.

The voices of people were noisy, but somewhere in the darkness, Mingyu caught a word.

"...This is Lü Ruonan, the most popular person around the current emperor, Lü Wuzhu."

Mingyu's movements stopped unconsciously, her heart began to beat wildly, and in an instant she felt a slight pain in her shoulder.

Perhaps it was because she had returned to her old place, or perhaps Mingyu was not as open-minded as she had imagined. The moment she heard "Lü Wu Zhu", she realized how angry she was.

She felt the rain brushing across her face when she first escaped from the capital, smelled the pungent smell of decay outside the Sulou County Temple, went to the terraced fields and saw people arguing over a little medicine, and saw Xueliu's face.

Mingyu felt unbearable pain in her shoulder.

She wanted to grab her sword and pull it out of the scabbard that could never heal its scars.

She wanted him to pay.

"Hey." Wu Ren bumped Mingyu's shoulder, "Hurry up and catch up. If you delay, the master will not forgive you."

Mingyu came to her senses and found herself still in the middle of the street, chatting with several officials behind her.

She really wanted to look back to see what the "Lv Wuzhu" looked like, but Mingyu held back. If she looked over rashly, she would easily be noticed.

Mingyu took a deep breath, pinched his throat, pretended to be scared, and apologized to Wu Ren in a low voice, and did not stay any longer.

Lu Ruonan behind him was completely unaware, and of course he would not stop to look at the unimportant servant.

After informing the guards, they were soon brought into the Third Prince's residence.

"You two stay here for a while. I will go and tell the Third Prince."

The servant took them to a room and left.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Ren stared at Mingyu. "You haven't been feeling well since we arrived in the capital yesterday. And today you suddenly lost consciousness on the road. Do you know how dangerous this is?"

"...Lü Ruonan." Mingyu spoke slowly, "It was Lü Ruonan who was behind me just now."

"Then why are you still there!"

Without explaining what she just felt, Mingyu looked down at her hands and realized that they were shaking.

She really wanted to grab her sword.

"I was a little impulsive." Mingyu admitted his mistake in a low voice.

Before Wu Ren could say anything, the door creaked open and a man in black walked in, followed by Mu Mian.

Mingyu walked forward and bowed deeply.

"I, Mingyu, pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

Wu Ren immediately reacted and followed suit, "I am Wu Ren, paying my respects to His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

"No need to be so polite, just stand up."

Zhao Zejin walked straight in and Mu Mian closed the door behind him.

"There are no outsiders here, so let's be casual." Zhao Zejin sat down casually.

"yes."

Zhao Zejin said so, but Mingyu would not do that, so as not to cause trouble with the Third Prince and prevent her from leaving the capital smoothly in the future.

"Although this isn't our first meeting, Mingyu is a shaman..." Zhao Zejin looked at Mingyu with interest. "Your Majesty, you've kept this a secret very well. Let's get to know each other better."

Is the Third Prince worried that she is a witch?

Mingyu said frankly, "My status depends on your needs, Third Prince. If you don't need me, then I naturally have no status at all. I'm just an ordinary civilian."

Zhao Zejin's expression remained unchanged, and it was unclear whether he was satisfied with the answer or not. Instead, he changed the subject: "I heard you call yourself a lowly official. What do you think?"

"The late emperor never dismissed me from my post, and I have not committed any crime. I naturally deny Prince An's accusations."

Hearing this, Zhao Zejin's expression finally began to change and he looked a little more relaxed.

"You are really smart. No wonder Yu Tongan likes you so much."

How do you know whether Yu Tongan likes the third prince or not?

Then Zhao Zejin said, "I agree with this. How can we punish someone for a trumped-up crime?"

Zhao Zejin stood up and patted Mingyu's shoulder.

"So, of course, the Mingyu Historian, who was being hunted down, must seek justice from the world."