Chapter 326 Hiding in Peace

Rui'er's eyes were filled with tears, and he was surprised and happy.

Chen Shiyi smiled at him, led him to sit at a table nearby, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Sister, are you doing well?"

Chen Shiyi smiled and nodded.

"Rui'er, I can live well anywhere."

Chen Shiyi asked again.

"How did you get to Mobei?"

"Oh, His Majesty sent me here to investigate a case."

"Have you checked it?"

"Well, I checked it out. On the way back, I encountered a sandstorm and came in to hide."

Chen Shiyi looked him up and down.

"Very good, looks very strong."

Rui'er quietly looked at her sister whom she had always thought was dead, and now she was sitting alive in front of her. She sighed at the twists and turns of fate and the gift of God to her.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is truly a wonderful thing.

"Sister, how many years have you been here?"

"It's been more than two years, almost three years, I can't remember clearly."

Rui'er didn't know what to say to Chen Shiyi at the moment. It seemed that they could only talk about some past events, but these past events were also things that she tried her best to forget.

"Sister, I won't bring your affairs back to Kyoto."

Chen Shiyi said with a smile.

"good."

Neither of them said anything until later.

He only talked about the sandstorms in the northern desert and the climate here.

Later, the sandstorm stopped and Rui'er wanted to go back in a hurry, so he said goodbye to Chen Shiyi.

He said with cold eyes.

"Sister, Ruier hopes you can live a happy life."

Chen Shiyi nodded.

"Rui'er, I will."

Recently, under Fudan’s instruction, Jun’er, despite being still young, has become as calm as an adult, and his every move is much more agile than before when he was taught by himself.

Chen Shiyi said to Fu Da with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to be so patient."

Fu Da snorted coldly.

"I mean what I say. I say I can teach him well, and I can teach him well."

Chen Shiyi thought about it.

"Fu Da, you are always alone. Let Jun Er follow you from now on. It will be much better for him to follow you than for me."

Fu Da was very confused.

"Where are you going?"

"A few days ago, I ran into someone I knew."

Fu Da asked in confusion.

"So what?"

"Yeah, so what? And I suddenly remembered that I still have relatives in this world. I haven't visited them for a long time."

Great blessing.

"So when are you leaving?"

"In the next few days."

"I'll go with you. Jun'er is still young. He will definitely make a fuss if he sees you leave. When he's older, I'll take him to travel around the world."

Chen Shiyi smiled.

"You, only Jun'er can make you care."

Wen Zhirou has been in the mountains with Doctor Chu and knows nothing about what is happening in the outside world.

Half a year had passed when I learned of Chen Shiyi's death.

When she returned to Kyoto, it was a hot summer day, and the sun was so hot that it made people's heads burn.

In the lotus pond inside the palace, most of the lotus flowers have bloomed, and the green lotus leaves are so gloomy that the edges are curled up by the scorching sun.

When she stepped into Lingyun Pavilion, Wen Zhiheng was washing his brush in the water pool.

He raised his eyes and was surprised to see Wen Zhirou.

"How could you bear to come back?"

Seeing that he looked normal, Wen Zhirou finally felt relieved and quickly grabbed Wen Zhiheng's hand to take his pulse.

Wen Zhiheng looked confused.

"When did you learn this?"

Wen Zhirou said impatiently.

"Stop making noise."

After a while, Wen Zhirou looked at Wen Zhiheng strangely.

"I'm feeling pretty good."

Wen Zhiheng pulled his hand back and said expressionlessly.

"Every day the court doctor checks my pulse. How could I be unwell?"

Wen Zhirou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, it's been a long time since the incident happened. Don't take it to heart anymore."

Wen Zhiheng responded.

"I understand. How long will you stay here?"

Wen Zhirou sat on a chair beside her.

"Brother, I'm talking about this, don't talk about that."

Seeing that Wen Zhiheng remained silent, she continued speaking.

"Have you ever thought about what Eleven would do with your deep love? Do you still expect her to abandon her husband and be with you? This is impossible, isn't it? She is jealous and vengeful, but also kind and soft-hearted. From her perspective, I think she must be carrying the shackles of you spending your whole life for her. The fate of the Situ family is inevitable, and your majesty also has a fate, but so do you. If she hadn't died, your majesty would have continued to fight for the affairs of the harem, and you, on the other hand, have always refused to marry and have children, and you can't return to a normal life. These are all things she doesn't want to see."

"Brother, gaining is important, but letting go is even more carefree. You taught me before, why are you still so stubborn?"

Wen Zhiheng looked at the ink in the water jar without saying a word.

Wen Zhirou said again.

"Brother, didn't you go to see her some time ago? How was it?"

Wen Zhiheng dropped the pen in his hand and said impatiently.

"You start to bother me as soon as you come back. It's giving me a headache."

Wen Zhirou looked at Wen Zhiheng's leaving back and sighed in her heart.

The next day, I heard that he left Kyoto and went to the northwest.

Wen Zhirou looked carefully in the mirror. Could it be that she was really old and talked too much, making him unhappy?

Lan Qinghe looked at the uninvited guest in his home, smiled and shook his head.

"How come you have time to sit here?"

Wen Zhiheng said lazily.

"I wanted to resign and travel around, but my superiors wouldn't let me, so I had no choice but to submit this memorial and take a break."

Lan Qinghe asked someone to bring some wine from inside the house and put it on the table.

"How about a couple of drinks?"

Wen Zhiheng nodded.

"Okay, I haven't drunk in a long time. I don't even know if my alcohol tolerance has decreased."

There were several home-cooked dishes on the dining table.

"It's your sister-in-law's cooking. I've been used to it for many years. She makes it herself every day. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Wen Zhiheng took a bite of the sour fish soup. The taste was lighter and had a sweeter taste than the rich taste in Kyoto.

A very familiar taste.

Lan Qinghe glanced at Wen Zhiheng and filled his bowl with wine.

"Still thinking about the past?"

Wen Zhiheng put down the bowl in his hand.

"I don't have any future, so I can only think about the past."

Lan Qinghe had a look of understanding.

"You are not doing this well. You are too obsessed and it hurts others and yourself. She was with you for five years in her best years. That was enough. Looking forward, you are still in your prime and you can start all over again."

Wen Zhiheng said with a smile.

"I came to you from Kyoto just because I didn't want to hear these words. I didn't expect that you would be the same as them. It's really a headache."

Lan Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I won't say any more. I'm a free man now, so I'll just go to Ge Erchuan someday."

"Where?"

“A nice place.”

When they set out the next day, in addition to Mrs. Lan, there was also a strange woman accompanying them.

But this woman was quite bold and stared at him, which was really rude.