Yun Lin's appearance was too coincidental, which inevitably made people wonder whether he was in cahoots with that person.

A hint of doubt appeared in Xiahou Qing's eyes.

Ling Yun looked at the cliff and said, "That man robbed me of my silver, so I chased him to get the money back."

After hearing this, Xiahou Qing's doubts were somewhat dispelled.

Considering that guy's nature of blackmailing even the city lord, it is not surprising that he would rob the young master of Baihua Palace.

"Aren't you with your parents?"

Xiahou Qing asked.

With Yunshuang's martial arts skills, that person will definitely not get the upper hand.

Ling Yun said: "They went back to Baihua Palace first, so I came out for a walk by myself."

Xiahou Qing nodded.

At this time, it suddenly started raining.

There were just a few small drops at first, but in an instant it was as if a huge hand had torn a bloody hole in the sky above the clouds, and bean-sized raindrops poured down, and the entire forest was shrouded in a sudden downpour.

Ling Yun's body was so thin that he looked as if he could be blown away by the wind.

Xiahou Qing glanced at him, frowning slightly: "Let's find a place to avoid the rain first."

If Yunshuang's son was soaked, she would have to distance herself from the City Lord's Mansion.

Xiahou Qing took a few steps and saw that Ling Yun didn't catch up.

He looked back and realized that he was walking too fast.

The child was weak and had no experience in martial arts, so he had a hard time walking under the heavy rain.

He turned back, took off his outer robe, and covered Ling Yun's head with it: "Let's go."

The two found a narrow cave nearby.

It was raining heavily and it was dark inside and outside the cave.

Xiahou Qing didn't have a fire starter on him.

Ling Yun did bring it, but this pampered young master didn't know how to make a fire.

"Let me do it."

Xiahou Qing said.

Ling Yun handed him the fire starter.

Xiahou Qing gathered the dry firewood in the cave, grabbed a handful of dry leaves, and started a fire with a tinder.

Qianshan Island at the end of August had already felt the chill of late autumn. Fortunately, there was a fire, otherwise Lingyun would have been frozen to death.

Xiahou Qing's gaze fell on Ling Yun.

Ling Yun wore a half-face mask that covered his nose, revealing only a pair of calm eyes, light-colored lips and a thin chin.

Because of Duanmu Qi's accident, Xiahou Qing didn't ask why he was wearing a mask too.

The cave was very quiet, with only the sound of heavy rain and the crackling of burning dry wood.

Xiahou Qing asked, "You don't seem to walk around the island much. Do you not like going out?"

Ling Yun said: "When I was a child, my mother didn't let me go out."

"Why?" Xiahou Qing wondered.

Ling Yun picked up a stick and poked the firewood in front of him: "My mother said that the island is very dangerous and it is safer to stay in Baihua Palace."

Thinking of the relationship between Baihua Palace and the major sects, Xiahou Qing opened his mouth and said, "It's not that serious."

Ling Yun stopped talking.

Xiahou Qing looked at him.

Perhaps because they were both members of the Yun family, Xiahou Qing couldn't help but think of Yun Xi.

Xiahou Qing asked, "Did your mother mention your aunt to you? I mean your second aunt, Yun Xi."

Ling Yun said: "I only have one aunt."

Xiahou Qing was not surprised that he did not recognize Yunxue: "It's her."

Ling Yun said calmly: "Don't you think it's inappropriate for the City Lord to ask about Yun Xi today?"

Xiahou Qing choked.

He sighed with shame: "I was sorry for what happened back then, your aunt."

Ling Yun said indifferently: "The person is dead, and the city lord has found a new love, so don't pretend to be deeply in love."

Xiahou Qing's face darkened.

How dare she talk to him like that? How dare she? He tolerated Yunshuang because she was a woman and of the same generation as him. What right did a junior like him have to be sarcastic to his elders?

Ling Yun seemed not to feel his anger and continued to calmly poke the fire with a wooden stick.

His left hand grasped the cuff of his right hand, revealing a bony wrist.

Xiahou Qing took a look and his anger gradually subsided: "Doesn't your mother give you food?"

Ling Yun said: "Are you my father? Do you care?"

"you--"

Oddly enough, he was not someone who could not control his emotions. He could deal with all the trivial matters, big and small, on the island calmly and rarely got angry.

But why is he so easily irritated in front of this child?

Just ignore it.

It's not like he doesn't have a son! If that person didn't lie, Yun Xi gave birth to a son for him and is still alive and well.

Where would that child be?

Naturally, this news was most likely false, with the purpose of preventing him from making Ji Wanru his principal wife.

In this case, Baihua Palace is highly suspected. - Cliff.

The rain was pouring down.

Wei Ting was hanging by his waist on a thuja tree, soaked like a drowned rat.

He was spinning in the rainstorm, saying expressionlessly, "Master, if you don't pull me in, I'm going to be drowned."

Old Qiu sat in the cave, smacking his lips, and reluctantly used a wooden hook to fish out the disowned disciple.

Wei Ting took off his mask and gloves, took off his wet robe and threw it to Jing Yi.

Son, bake it.

Jing Yi refused: "Bake it yourself."

Wei Liulang asked, "Xiao Qi, Xia Houqing didn't recognize you, did he?"

Wei Ting thought about Xiahou Qing's reaction and said, "He probably didn't recognize me, but he probably guessed that I was a young man."

He deliberately imitated an old voice, but Xiahou Qing's eyes lingered on his neck and gloves, perhaps he had already guessed that he was concealing his age.

Wei Liulang asked worriedly, "If the palace master knew about this, would she be angry?"

Wei Ting took out five thousand taels of silver notes from his pocket and sighed helplessly: "I don't want it either, but my elder brother gave me too much."

Wei Liulang: “…”

Jing Yi gave him a look of contempt.

Wei Liulang muttered, "Is Xiahou Qing so easily fooled? It's impossible for a person who has been dead for so many years to believe it just because of a note from a stranger."

Wei Ting said: "Of course he would doubt the truth of the incident, um... 70%, no, now it's 99%, because I played a trick on him again."

Wei Liulang frowned and said, "If that's the case, when the rain stops, will he have to go back to the City Lord's Mansion and continue to promote Madam Ru as the City Lord's wife? Wouldn't we have worked in vain?"

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Sixth brother, do you want to make a bet?"

Wei Ting said: "I bet Xiahou Qing will go to Baihua Palace, five thousand taels."

Wei Liulang said: "I only have one thousand taels."

Wei Ting looked at Jing Yi: "What about you?"

Jing Yi said: "I won't bet with you."

Wei Ting said to Wei Liulang, "One thousand taels is one thousand taels, do you want to bet?"

Wei Liulang: "No gambling."

Wei Ting: "I bet five thousand taels."

Wei Liulang: “Deal!” - Quarter of an hour later, the rain stopped.

After Xiahou Qing calmed down, he figured out the whole thing.

There was a high probability that I had fallen into a trap and that guy was just here to cause trouble.

At this time, people from Qianji Pavilion and Xiahou Yanyu also found this place.

"City Lord!"

Lou Bufan dismounted from his horse wearing a straw raincoat and bowed.

Xiahou Qing nodded slightly.

"father!"

Xiahou Yanyu also dismounted and walked quickly towards the cave.

She saw Ling Yun standing aside and said, "I have seen you outside Mingxia Palace. You are from Baihua Palace!"

Xiahou Qing said: "He is Yun Lin, the young master of Baihua Palace."

Seeing that he was wearing his father's outer robe, Xiahou Yanyu frowned.

Since she was a child, she has always been the apple of her father's eye. Even though her father has several adopted sons, there are differences in the degree of closeness between them.

The relationship between them is more like that of monarch and subject than that of father and son.

Her father's love has always been given to her alone, and even her brothers have never enjoyed such treatment.

How could a young palace master of Baihua Palace be so worthy of such a position? Lou Bufan asked, "Why did the city lord leave suddenly? Was there something urgent?"

Xiahou Qing said calmly, "An assassin came to the mansion, I chased him out and ran into Young Palace Master Yun."

He couldn't say that he was deceived.

Lou Bufan glanced at Ling Yun suspiciously, and said to Xiahou Qing sternly: "The disciples of Qianji Pavilion will stay to catch the assassin. I will escort the city lord back to the palace first."

Xiahou Yanyu said: "Yes, Dad, Mom and brother have been waiting for you!"

Xiahou Qing looked towards the cliff and said, "The assassin has jumped off the cliff. Send people down to search for him. If he's alive, we must find him. If he's dead, we must find his body."

Lou Bufan cupped his hands: "I will."

Xiahou Yanyu took Xiahou Qing's arm and said, "Dad, let's go back."

Xiahou Qing subconsciously looked at Ling Yun.

Old man Lou Bufan was very smart. He immediately said with a smile, "Is Palace Master Yun's carriage nearby? I'll send a disciple to escort you there."

Ling Yun said calmly: "No need, I'll go by myself."

He tore off his outer robe, stood up and left the cave.

Xiahou Yanyu snorted coquettishly: "This person... is so rude! He even soiled Daddy's clothes!"

Xiahou Qing looked at Ling Yun's thin back.

He was rushing through the heavy rain just now and didn't notice it, but now he realized that his foot was injured.

Although he tried his best to cover it up, his walking posture was obviously very stiff.

Ling Yun was not really injured.

His feet were numb from sitting for too long.

The other party is Yun Shuang's son and also Yun Xi's relative. He can't just leave him alone in this deep mountain forest.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Xiahou Qing quickly chased after Ling Yun.

Xiahou Yan's tone was bad: "Pavilion Master, look!"

Lou Bufan narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "Today the city lord must declare your mother the city lord's wife, nothing else matters."

Xiahou Yanyu stamped her feet in grievance: "Dad is partial. He was partial to Yunshuang before, and now he is partial to Yunshuang's son. Is he partial to even a dog in Baihua Palace?"

Lou Bufan said: "Yu'er, remember, you and your brother are the city lord's biological children."

After that, he quickly stepped forward and said to the two of them with a smile, "City Lord, I will personally escort Young Palace Master Yun back. If Young Palace Master Yun loses even a hair, I am willing to pay with my life."

Xiahou Yanyu assisted with a loud cry: "Ah——"

Xiahou Qing turned around.

Xiahou Yanyu said tearfully, "Dad, I sprained my ankle."

Lou Bufan immediately asked his disciples to drive the carriage over: "City Lord, please take Yu'er back first. I will definitely send the young palace master back to Baihua Palace safely."

Xiahou Qing looked at his injured daughter and could only nod.

Xiahou Qing and Xiahou Yanyu got on the carriage back home.

Finally I can go back... Xiahou Yanyu felt relieved.

The carriage galloped all the way and returned to the City Lord's Mansion at the fastest speed.

"Miss, we're here."

The driver said.

Xiahou Yanyu yawned: "Dad, we're here."

No response.

She opened her eyes and her face changed drastically.

She was the only one left in the carriage, and Xiahou Qing was no longer there! Baihua Palace.

Lou Bufan personally sent Ling Yun there, and only left after seeing his disciples coming out to greet him.

Ling Yun returned to his own Qingyun Palace.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiahou Qing waiting in his room.

He looked stunned.

Xiahou Qing was holding a portrait in his hand, it was Yun Xi's.

Ling Yun clenched his fists: "Who allowed you to come in? Who allowed you to touch my things?"

The disciples in the corridor dared not say a word.

Those who work in Qingyun Palace do not know martial arts.

They all looked at the saint beside them.

The Saint said innocently: "I can't beat him."

Ling Yun walked over quickly and snatched the portrait back.

Xiahou Qing looked at him steadily: "Who are you?"

Ling Yun angrily said: "Who I am has nothing to do with you! Get out!"

Xiahou Qing stared at him deeply, and suddenly raised his hand to take off his mask.

520, heart

(End of this chapter)