Chapter 177 Empress

That night, someone came to the Jiyue Pavilion in Shangjing. When he saw the black mandala flower in the man's hand, he took him to the back.

Yuheng yawned and looked at the visitor, who was covering his mouth tightly and frowning.

"What are you doing?"

The visitor sat on the stool opposite Yuheng.

"Buy some information."

Yuheng: "What information?"

The visitor said: "Ranyue Tower, what is its origin?"

Yuheng paused in his lazy movements, his eyes fell on the visitor, and suddenly sat up straight.

"Chenghui, twelve thousand taels."

"Twelve thousand, why don't you Jiyue Pavilion go and rob it?"

Yuheng chuckled: "You are joking, we in Jiyue Pavilion are fair in every way. The origin of Ranyue Tower is only known to me in Jiyue Pavilion. If you don't want to give me money, then turn left and leave slowly."

The person opposite took a deep breath, and finally stretched out a hand from under the cloak and placed a stack of banknotes on Yuheng's desk.

Yuheng stretched out his hand to take the money, counting it and telling him.

"The origin of Ranyue Tower is simple and complicated. In short, Ranyue Tower is a property of Jiyue Pavilion."

The man asked again, "Who is the owner?"

Yuheng felt that this question was inexplicable and wanted to laugh.

"If it is a property of Jiyue Pavilion, the owner must be the owner of Jiyue Pavilion."

"I have another question."

Yuheng was stunned and looked at the banknote in his hand. He didn't have any opinions. As long as it was about Jiyue Pavilion, he could tell this person.

"Ask."

The man took out a piece of paper with a sword-shaped hairpin on it. Yuheng stared at the picture and put away the smile on his mouth.

He seemed to know who this person was coming for.

"The hairpin in the painting is from Ranyue Tower. Since Ranyue Tower is a subsidiary of Jiyue Pavilion, I would like to ask where the style of this hairpin comes from."

Yuheng: "Since you asked, you must have known what it is, right?"

The man: "I heard that this is the magic sword, Yuanjie."

Yuheng: "Yes, it is Yuanjie."

The man wanted to ask more, but Yuheng turned around and came out from behind the counter. He walked to the man, leaned down and spoke softly.

"I know what you want to ask, but the next question may involve the secret of my Jiyue Pavilion. I want to ask, Your Highness the Second Prince..."

Yuheng paused at this point, thinking that he seemed to have said something wrong, and changed his words.

"No, here, maybe I should call you, the leader of the Dark Night. I want to ask, can you afford the price?"

Gu Wuji was startled, his face froze under the cloak, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He knew who he was.

...

When Gu Wuji left the Jiyue Pavilion stronghold, he looked back. Only now did he truly feel that Jiyue Pavilion was indeed stronger than the Dark Night in some places.

He took off the hat of the cloak and revealed his face. He pretended to be a fool, but it was no different from not pretending to be a fool. In front of others, he looked like a clown.

The wind and snow were raging at night, and there was no one on the street. He walked forward aimlessly, only to hear the sound of horse hooves.

When he looked up, he found that it was Gu Wuhui's carriage. The carriage passed by him, and the curtains of the windows fluttered up. He saw Gu Wuhui and Yu Hexi inside. He

thought of Yu Chi again.

He seemed to have gained something, but also seemed to have gained nothing.

When Gu Wuji returned to his prince's mansion, someone stepped forward quickly and took off his cloak for him. He didn't know why, but he felt very lonely tonight.

Someone next to him handed him an exquisite small box. He recognized that it was given to him by Yu Chi, saying it was an antidote.

"Your Highness, the Queen said that this pill is not poison."

Gu Wuji's eyes were moved, but he heard the man say.

"But it is not an antidote either."

Gu Wuji slowly turned his head and took the box in his hand.

"What is that?"

It's neither poison nor antidote, so what is it?

The servant hesitated for a moment, but still whispered to him.

"It seems to be used only to replenish qi and blood..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Gu Wuji laughing, and his hand holding the box tightened again and again. At this moment, one or two cat meows were heard.

Gu Wuji waved his hand to signal the man to leave. When he was the only one left in the room, he walked to the bed and lifted the quilt. There was a snow-white cat inside, except for its red eyes.

Gu Wuji squatted down, gently stroked the cat's head, smoothed its fur, and muttered something.

"You look so much like him."

"But why?"

He suddenly exerted force with his hand, and the cat let out a mournful cry and began to struggle.

"Why did you lie to me? Why, I get nothing, why..."

"Why!?"

He did not get any news about Yuanjie from Jiyue Pavilion.

But he was sure of one thing, someone in Jiyue Pavilion must have seen Yuanjie Sword, otherwise the hairpin could not have been made so similar.

And about Yuchi...

Gu Wuji's mother came from Miaojiang, with a stunning appearance and extremely beautiful appearance. She was once the most favored in the harem and had him.

But later, the good times did not last long. The emperor had a new love, a very gentle woman, whose every frown and smile revealed elegance and upbringing.

Gu Wuji had talked to that lady before. Her voice was very pleasant, like the gentle chirping of a yellow oriole, which was gentle and touching.

His mother had never given him motherly love. He was just a tool for her to fight for power. His mother had arranged everything for him to do and learn every day.

He met that lady when he didn't want to study and sneaked out. He saw her in a pavilion in the Yu Garden.

At that time, he had no lunch because he did not memorize the article that his mother had asked him to do. He was very hungry and saw the sweet cake on the table of the empress.

But he just looked at it and did not dare to go forward. The empress's maid whispered in her ear, and the empress turned her head and saw him.

The empress was also very beautiful, but different from his mother. The empress had a pair of beautiful almond eyes, with a pair of beautiful eyes reflecting his shadow.

He saw himself being embarrassed in the empress's eyes. The empress's hand touched his head, and he heard the empress ask him softly.

"Which little prince are you?"

He said in a low voice and a little embarrassed.

"Two."

The empress smiled at him and gave him sweet cakes. That was a rare time for him to feel comfortable and happy. After he went back, he was punished by his mother.

But he did not regret it. He felt that the empress was very gentle and he liked her.

After that, he often went to see the empress, and sometimes he could see his father at her place. Only then did he know that the empress was his father's new love.

He saw the empress making small clothes, so he asked her if she was pregnant. The empress said yes, and he would soon have a little brother or sister.

He was happy because he thought that if such a gentle and beautiful empress gave birth to a child, he would definitely be as gentle and beautiful as the empress.

But as he went to see the empress more and more, his mother became unhappy. When she was unhappy, she took it out on him, either beating him or punishing him.

Until one time, when he was punished to kneel in the middle of the night, he couldn't stand it, so he ran to the empress. At that time, he was still very young, and he cried a lot.

The Queen held him and coaxed him. He knew that the Queen was pregnant with a younger brother or sister, so he did not dare to be too unrestrained. He could only lie on the Queen's legs and cry, and even wet the Queen's clothes.

The Queen's hands gently patted his head and told him stories.

The Queen had a very warm smell on her body, and he liked it. He thought the Queen was the best and most beautiful person in the world.

Until later, the Queen's child was born, a younger brother.

He had seen the baby before, and he looked very ugly and wrinkled, not like the Queen at all. He thought that the younger brother should look like his father, not the Queen, so he was not good-looking.

He even disliked it, thinking that the baby was unlucky and did not look like the Queen.

He was also jealous, envious of the baby having such a good mother like the Queen.

Until later, someone presented a beauty to the emperor, who attracted his attention, and the queen was neglected.

He had heard the old people in the palace say that when his mother came, she also looked innocent, lively and active, and was particularly lovable. He suddenly felt

a little scared, afraid that the queen would become like his mother, and wondered, as a prince, is this the fate of all people?

He escaped the tutor arranged by his mother, passed through the Yu Garden, and came to the queen's palace, but found that the queen had not changed, she was still so gentle, holding her child gently and coaxing him.

The palace people around her were beside the queen, smiling and sighing, the little prince was so cute.

He was standing at the door at that time, like a thief peeping at other people's happiness. Seeing the gentle look of the empress, he quietly covered his wrist, which was burned by the boiling tea splashed by his mother.