Although the past has become clouds, looking back, it feels completely different.

A little by little during the past four years passed by, and An Bochen curled up his legs and thought quietly.

Mr. Li was not biased and did not take special care of anyone, nor did he hate anyone. Even Li Xiaoguan, who was lazy, did not lose his temper. He seemed to be born without getting angry, and always looked like he was smiling, facing the king and the slave.

However, vaguely, An Bochen felt that he was slightly different from the young master.

For example, the first batch of poems, the king and prince will be the king and the next day will be the purity. Among the four personal servants, Prince Li only wrote poems and named them, and the other three did not receive such treatment.

Thinking of this, An Bochen was confused.

The young master treated him a little differently, but the only one who escaped his life in the night was to save Li Xiaoguan. However, the story in "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang God" and the five elements engraved with the names of several people made An Bochen unable to decide.

"Forget it, let's go and make a decision when Mr. Xiao comes back."

Shaking his head, An Bochen dissipated the complex emotions in his heart, sat cross-legged, and hugged his hands together. He just waited for nightfall to come and entered the Immortal Palace and continued to practice the two powers of water and fire.

At this moment, An Bochen felt alert and his pupils suddenly shrank.

A cold arrow flew out of the window, rubbed his forehead and inserted it into several cases in front of him.

Looking at the feather arrow in front of him, An Bochen was slightly lost and was about to pull out the letter from the tip of the arrow. In the afterglow, there seemed to be a figure floating across the Vermillion Bird Street.

Arise, turn his head, and Amberchen looks at the man holding a paper umbrella.

Even though An Bochen tried to calm down, his heart still couldn't stop jumping, and his expression became stiff.

Leaning alone at the tall building, looking at the smiling young man in the public robe downstairs, An Bochen opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

As in the past four years, he was wearing the most ordinary gray cloth clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella specially made by the best shop in Liujing. He was gentle and heavy rain fell from the sky, which could not hide his gentle smile.

At that time, he was standing on the shelf, and An Bochen was wandering at the bottom of the shelf. Today, he was transferred to a seat. He looked at the young man's pavilion and laughed in front of the young man's pavilion, with a few strangeness in the absurdity.

From beginning to end, the two of them just looked at each other quietly, and no one spoke.

"Young Master..."

When An Bochen finally squeezed open his throat and called out the two words that he had called out countless times, it seemed like a different life, and the man downstairs had disappeared in the rain.

My heart was thumping, and An Bochen sat down, took a deep breath, and his face was complicated.

Looking at the letter ahead in a daze, her eyes falling toward the arrow. An Bochen did not hesitate anymore and suddenly pulled out the letter.

When I opened it, the familiar small seal script disappeared.

"...A king and prince will be the king, and the future will be lighter..."

At the beginning, this five-character poem was written by this five-character poem, which brought An Bochen back to the theater that day. Prince Li said lightly, and said casually, but it seemed to have a deep meaning.

In an inexplicable mood, An Bochen continued to recite downwards.

"It is helpless to pretend to die and hide. Bo Chen survived, as expected. Today's change is unexpected. If you want to know more, please see you."

The young master's letters have always been short, and An Bochen has long been used to being a servant who has been a memorial servant for four years.

After reading it again, An Bochen dropped the letter and leaned against the back of the couch, breathing a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the young master expected that he would not die...but how did he expect that he could escape because of the dream of foreseeing the disaster in the future. I only had such a dream twice since I was a child. In the secret room that night, even I didn't expect that I would have such a dream.

Although An Bochen was suspicious, for some reason, when he looked at Mr. Li’s handwritten letters, his suspicion suddenly weakened a little.

In January, there are constant troubles in Liujing. An Bochen already knows the truth of intrigue and sinister people's hearts. In theory, it should not be so naive to believe it. But at this time, it is too suspicious. Perhaps because in the past four years, An Bochen has never seen him say half of false words, at least in his mouth. Or perhaps, deep in his heart, An Bochen does not want the elegant Prince Li to become cruel and ruthless, and ignore his life and death.

"Today's change is unexpected... It seems that he only expected that I could survive, but everything that happened after escape was different from what he expected... Yes, Hongfu, he did not count Sima Jin's arrival. It was Sima Jin's appearance that created variables and disrupted his layout."

The eyes flashed, and the young man sat cross-legged, thinking quietly.

"Before meeting Sima Jin, I entered the city alone. If I hadn't met Sima Jin at that time, I would have already arrived at the Wangjun Lake and have a good sleep. I would ask Miss Yinghong for Jiuchenjun the next day. At that time, Miss Yinghong had not been attracted by the Lord. I would just find an excuse to ask for it... The prince's original plan was to let me get Jiuchenjun? After getting it... Wait, Wang Xiner defected to Princess Lizhu, and wanted to use her power to lurk in Liujing, waiting for an opportunity to steal Jiuchenjun. In three days, they would go to Moyunlou to inquire. Before leaving the prince, Liujing would be shocked. There was no need to wait for Duke Huo to die. At that time, I would not find these until Wang Xiner and Lizhu came to him and seize Jiuchenjun... and became a prisoner again, or were killed."

His body shook slightly, and for a while, bitterness appeared on the corner of An Bochen's mouth.

After deducing all the way, even if Sima Jin did not appear, as long as An Bochen got Jiuchen, he would still be in danger of death in the end.

"If you want to know more, please see you..."

As she muttered her last sentence, An Bochen felt in a complicated mood.

He vaguely felt that once he went to Wangjun Lake and knew about Prince Li’s arrangement, he would fall back into the chaos in Liujing again, and even Sima Jin and Hou Xiao would be involved. But... An Bochen really wanted to know what role he played in Prince Li’s original calculation?

Is it a chess piece that causes chaos or a doomed supporting role.

An Bochen was confused a month ago, and his destiny was in the hands of others. A month later, after going through twists and turns, An Bochen escaped from the chaos in Liujing, lived in Mo Yun, and finally took his destiny into his own hands.

He doesn't want to hand over his fate anymore.

However, if he didn't know the truth of the matter and what Mr. Li treated him, he would no longer be able to calm down and practice.

An Bochen didn't know that this was the so-called inner demon in the play - the demon that blocked his state of mind.

After spending so long with Mr. Li, it is a lie to say that he has no feelings. Although An Bochen is indifferent by nature, he understands right and wrong. If Mr. Li had not taken him out of Yuanjing Village, he would not have all this now. Although it is not a great favor, An Bochen cannot forget his roots. If Mr. Li had been in the original layout of Mr. Li, he would not have been able to escape death. An Bochen would naturally not care about the past and would be guarded. If Mr. Li had not been so calculating, but just regarded him as a pawn. Although An Bochen felt uncomfortable, he would not be too resentful. He would continue to hide and wait and see the changes.

No matter what happens in the future, at this time, a 14-year-old boy in Liujingzhong was far from being ruthless and ruthless, but he just wanted to be at ease.

Looking at the silver wall standing slanted in the corner, An Bochen thought for a moment and did not bring it with him.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, he walked out of Moyun Tower. The boy sneaked in the night rain and hurried towards Wangjun Lake.

......

The heavy rain kept the night darkened. On the official road outside the east gate, there was muddy on the ground and it was difficult for cars and horses to move.

The handlebar shouted loudly, and the young men rolled up their trousers, stood in the mud, shouting horns, and pushing the carriage hard. But even if the first one was pulled out, the one behind would fall into the mud and take no effort.

It was late at night and it was raining heavily, but there was still a fleet of carriages parked outside the East City, which was really strange.

In a carriage in the middle, there was a thin old man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek and a gloomy eyes. He was looking at the heavy rain outside the car window with a complicated face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sir, this car is really unmovable."

When he was young, the owner of the convoy approached the carriage, wiped his face, and sighed.

“Add another double commission.”

Mr. Xiao said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the owner looked embarrassed and hesitated.

"three times."

The commission was originally high, but it tripled at this time. What else could the team owner say? He looked at the old man in the car in a complicated way and turned around silently.

After rushing for a day and a night, Xiao Hou felt a little tired and was about to close his eyes and rest for a moment, when at this moment, a figure flashed in the afterglow.

The man in a commoner sat in the old pavilion beside the official road, enjoying the rain scene leisurely.

In the wilderness, there was no beautiful scenery in the rain. He was clearly waiting for someone.

Who else would he wait besides himself?

The corners of his mouth were bitter. Xiao Hou hesitated for a moment, stood up, pushed open the car door, and walked towards the pavilion with a sway.

The rain drenched him, but he didn't realize it at all. He dragged his heavy steps and walked hard in the mud. In just ten steps, he seemed to have walked for a lifetime.

"I've met my boss."

Bent over and defeated, Xiao Hou said respectfully.

The people in the pavilion laughed and looked at Xiao Hou. After a long time, he said, "If I don't call you, I'm afraid you won't return to Liujing."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hou's face was calm and he showed no surprise.

If the person in front of him did not guess, he would be surprised.

"He and that girl are still young after all, how can you tell what you think? Mo Yun has become an lonely building, and Liujing has no intention anymore. If you continue to stay, you will only be controlled by others. How can you stay in Liujing who can't squeeze out a drop of oil? You, Mr. Xiao, have finally gotten rid of me, so how can you continue to stay in Liujing, who can't squeeze out a drop of oil? What you should teach you has already taught you, and whether you can become an owl in troubled times like you depends on his luck. What you have to do is to find an excuse to leave Liujing, take away the money in the store, find a place I can't find, and enjoy the peace and happiness."

The man in the pavilion told the story with a faint voice and a smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!