The skinning case came to an end, and Rong Zhen, who was far away in Yangzhou, also received a secret letter from Song Zhiyi.

"The case is really solved." Rong Zhen was rarely interested. "When I left Yanjing, this kid made the whole inner city restless. It seems that the saying that you can tell a person's future by looking at him at the age of three is not completely applicable?"

Sitting opposite Rong Zhen was a gentle and elegant young man in a Confucian robe. After listening to Rong Zhen's words, he put down the cup in his hand and said gently: "People's fate is always unimaginable, so don't make judgments easily."

"Oh?" Rong Zhen put the secret letter on the table, "Just like you, Mr. Ye."

The man he called Mr. Ye was named Ye Wenguan. He could recite poems at the age of three and compose poems at the age of five. He passed the imperial examination at the age of ten and was a famous child prodigy in Jiangnan. But as he grew up, these halos gradually faded. Some people said that he was not necessarily good when he grew up. However, those who really understood the inside story knew that Ye Wenguan's talent had not diminished.

Ye Wenguan practiced Wuwei Dao at the age of fifteen, and in just three years he had mastered it. His fortune-telling skills were amazing. It was a pity that he didn't like to be disturbed. The Ye family was powerful and deliberately kept it secret, so few people knew about it.

Ye Wenguan heard Rong Zhen's sarcasm, but didn't take it seriously: "It's just like you didn't want to see me at first, but when you heard that this case happened in Baiquan Mountain, you agreed."

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Ye is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Ye Wenguan smiled and said: "Maybe my clansmen didn't expect the inside story to be like this, otherwise they would not dare to let me come to their door."

"It seems that Mr. Ye also knows what happened in Baiquan Mountain nineteen years ago."

"Your Highness the Prince of Chu, you should be a straightforward person. Why do you learn to be as roundabout as those politicians?"

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Since Mr. Ye said so, I will ask directly, was my mother, Concubine Jin, killed by the man who fled to Baiquan Mountain?"

Ye Wenguan poured out the tea in the cup and refilled it, ignoring the murderous intent in the opposite direction: "Ye is good at physiognomy. If you let me meet that man, maybe I can give you an answer."

Rong Zhen's face sank and he slammed the table to pieces with one palm.

Ye Wenguan turned a blind eye to the mess in front of him, and just drank the cup of tea in his hand slowly: "It's a pity to waste this good tea. Thank you, His Royal Highness, the King of Chu, for your hospitality. Bye

." "Stop." Rong Zhen said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will offend the Ye family?"

Ye Wenguan stopped and seemed to sigh: "Don't threaten me. Everything in the world has ups and downs. It is common sense. It is not something I can control."

"I can also force you to stay."

Ye Wenguan seemed to hear something funny: "Everything is natural. It is natural for me to leave or stay. There is no such thing as forcing me to stay. You can't keep me."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I am advising Your Highness." Ye Wenguan was still gentle, "I am of no help to the overall situation. On the contrary, it is the Third Young Master Lu. I saw his birth date and horoscope in Fengguo Temple that year. He looked like he would die young. Liaochen once said that he would not live past the age of fifteen. Now it seems that he has a new opportunity. People from outside the world are best at breaking the situation. If you want to solve the situation of that year, he will be much more useful than me."

After saying this, Ye Wenguan walked out, but was blocked by two men in black. He was not in a hurry, just standing there waiting calmly.

After a long time, Rong Zhen slowly said: "Send Mr. Ye out of the mansion."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Ye Wenguan calmly bowed his hands, and slowly walked out under the murderous gazes of the two men in black.

After he left, Rong Zhen took another look at the secret letter that turned into powder on the table.

"Lu Zheng..."

Lu Zheng was lying on the bed, looking at the book in his hand with melancholy: "Didn't you say that I would go to the Ministry of Justice? Why do I have to go to a family school?"

A maid brought in tea and said with a smile: "Young Master is tired of reading, eat something first."

When Lu Zheng saw her, he couldn't help asking: "Liu Zhi, how is Ji Xiang?"

"Sister Ji Xiang is still a little unwell." Liu Zhi replied, "But the nanny has asked a doctor to see her."

"Oh."

After Jin Lu left, Ji Xiang also fell ill. His mother sent Liu Zhi to Zhu Tanju to take care of him. Liu Zhi looked very gentle with a smile, but her methods were not simple at all. On the first day she came, she beat two little girls who were gossiping and kept the entire Zhu Tanju in order.

Lu Zheng slapped the book on the bed and said, "Forget it. It's a blessing or a curse. It's inevitable. Pack up your things. I'll go to the family school later."

"Yes. Everything has been prepared for you." Liu Zhi said, and took a cloak from the little maid beside her. "It's cold outside. You should wear more clothes."

Lu Zheng let her tie the cloak belt for him. After being here for such a long time, he finally got used to being served by others. He couldn't help but sigh that it was really easy to go from frugality to luxury.

The family school of the Lu family is in the Lu family. Although the Duke of Yingguo's Mansion separated from the Lu family, it did not leave the family. Lu Che and Lu Xun also studied at the family school, but Lu Zheng had never been there because of his grandmother and mother's doting.

The title of the Little Bully of Yanjing is indeed not easy to get. Lu Zheng studied for a whole morning, feeling the vague scrutiny and alienation around him, and then he realized that he was isolated? !

Lu Zheng has been the most popular student in the class since he was a child, and he has never experienced such a situation of isolation. It is a bit novel and a bit frustrating.

After finally getting to the afternoon, he really didn't want to endure it. Anyway, with his personality, if he really studied hard, it would probably make people feel strange. So Lu Zheng happily skipped school.

Ah Fu followed him with a sad face. It was naturally okay for the young master to skip school, but it was unlucky for his book boy. He tried to persuade him but didn't dare to. He could feel that although the young master seemed gentle, once he made a decision, he would never change his mind because of other people's persuasion.

Lu Zheng smiled and stuffed the candied haws he just bought into Ah Fu's mouth: "Don't think about it, it's okay."

Ah Fu took a bite and his teeth were about to fall out from the sour taste: "Young Master..."

Lu Zheng was amused by him and laughed out loud. Suddenly, he felt something hit his head. He looked up and saw Jian Yu sticking his head out from the second floor with a few peanuts in his hand.

Lu Zheng pushed open the door and saw that a table of dishes had already been ordered in the private room. Jian Yu leaned against the window and looked at him with a smile. Lu Zheng walked in

. He wanted to draw a clear line between the two of them, but he saw Jian Yu push a bowl of noodles in front of him.

"What is this?"

"Pig trotter noodles." Jian Yu said, and added, "It's to get rid of bad luck."

"..."

Lu Zheng was speechless for a long time: "I think the person who should get rid of bad luck the most is you."

"Then half for each of us?" Jian Yu said, taking a bowl and taking half of the noodles from Lu Zheng's bowl, then he lowered his head and started eating.

Lu Zheng didn't believe these things at first, but after he got better, Yun asked him to jump over the fire basin and take a bath with pomelo leaves. If he wasn't a little weak, he would probably want to go to Fengguo Temple to worship. But think about Jian Yu's family background, his mother died early, and no one in Decheng Marquis' Mansion would care about these for him.

Lu Zheng looked at Jian Yu's head, thinking that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart, so he started eating with him.

After finishing the noodles, Jian Yu took out a jade pendant. The jade was warm and delicate, and it could be seen that it had been carefully played with by someone. Jian Yu handed the jade pendant to him.

Lu Zheng was stunned: "What?"

"I owe you again." Jian Yu said, but he quickly realized that the other party had "amnesia". There was a moment of gloom on his face, "I forgot that you didn't remember."

"This jade is so precious, I can't accept it."

Jian Yu forcefully put the jade pendant into his hand: "Take it, you always asked me for it before, and I never gave it to you."

Lu Zheng suddenly felt the jade pendant in the palm of his hand was hot, and hurriedly pushed it into Jian Yu's hand: "I was just joking...don't take it seriously."

"Joke?" Jian Yu seemed a little disappointed, and Lu Zheng seized the opportunity to stuff the jade pendant back.

"Look, the case is over, and I don't remember it..." Lu Zheng organized his words in a tangled way, "Let's not see each other again..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his vision turned and he was pressed to the ground. Jian Yu held his wrist tightly, and his glass-colored eyes revealed deep anger and pain.

Lu Zheng moved his wrist, and then he found that Jian Yu was very strong, almost like cast iron and unshakable.

"What do you want to do!" he said angrily.

Jian Yu's expression slowly changed. He approached Lu Zheng and said hoarsely: "Master Lu, you can come and go as you please. My friend Jian Yu... is not so easy to deal with..."

Lu Zheng's breathing stagnated.

Jian Yu released his wrist and slowly stood up.

Lu Zheng was still terrified and carefully picked up the stool farthest from him and sat down.

Jian Yu sneered, "Sitting so far away, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

No, the feeling is something more terrifying than eating. Lu Zheng's intuition told him that he was determined not to get close to Jian Yu again.

Jian Yu had no choice but to say helplessly: "Stop making a fuss and talk about business."

"Who is making a fuss?" Lu Zheng glared at him, "Is this your attitude towards your savior?!"

Jian Yu curled his lips: "What else? Or do you like that posture just now?"

"Speak, speak, speak about business!"

"My mother's ashes are enshrined in the Shui Miao Temple." Jian Yu said lightly, "That day was her death anniversary. I originally planned to go to pay homage, but I overheard a secret."

"I'm not the biological son of the Marquis of Decheng. My mother, Gao, is the descendant of a criminal. The Marquis of Decheng coveted her beauty and took her out of the music school. After she died, I was brought back to the Marquis of Decheng's palace. I thought he despised my mother's background, but now I know that it was because I was just a bastard."

Jian Yu said it lightly, but Lu Zheng's heart ached.

"I want to find out who destroyed my mother's innocence." Jian Yu looked at Lu Zheng, "But the only person I can trust in this world is you."

Lu Zheng's chest shook, and before he could react, he agreed.

Jian Yu relaxed slightly, took out another thing and threw it into Lu Zheng's arms: "If you don't want my jade pendant, take this."

Lu Zheng took it and saw that it was a palm-sized token, with the word "Chi" written in cinnabar on one side and the word "Shou" engraved on the other side.

"What is this?" "

I became the leader of the Red Armor Guard." Jian Yu said nonchalantly, "You can ask me for help in the future."