Chapter 6 Prime Minister

Yuxi stepped into the front hall and saw two men holding their backs of their hands against her. The man on the left was wearing a purple golden robe and had a domineering atmosphere all over his body. Is he the king of the world? That must be the emperor. The man and Yuxi on the right are wearing a water-blue brocade robe of the same color, with a bookish atmosphere and a little aristocratic atmosphere. It must be a prime minister.

After entering the door for a long time, the two did not look back at Yu Xi. Yu Xi was about to think of a sound. When she turned around, she saw Zi Yao Ling shaking her head to signal, and Yu Xi could only stand and look at the surrounding decorations.

Although the decoration in the front hall is simple, it is difficult to hide its luxury. The marble floor is printed with Yuxi's clear face. The carved hollow screen is placed in a corner, and you can see the bonsai behind the screen from afar.

"Amitabha, the old man is late." In a daze, I saw an old monk with a fairy style and Taoist bone who had stepped into the front hall with a small Shami.

"The master is polite." The two men finally turned around and put their hands together to greet the old monk.

"Your Majesty, the prime minister, you have broken the old man." The old monk smiled with kindness on his face.

While talking, Zi Yaoling had stepped forward and stood side by side with Yu Xi. Master." Zi Yaoling gently touched Yuxi, and Yuxi also learned to put their hands together: "Master is polite."

The old monk looked at Yuxi with bright eyes: "The donor is finally here."

When Yuxi heard this, she couldn't help saying, "Does the master know where I come from?" Completely ignored the other people present.

"Amitabha, where does the benefactor come from?" It turned out to be a riddle.

Yuxi set his mind. Is this a Taoist monk? The hope of going home is in him.

"From everywhere."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Go where to go."

"Haha, since the benefactor already knows, why do you need to ask more?" The old monk smiled.

Yu Xi knew that she was just learning to be profound on TV.

"Master, I just want to ask, is it time?" Before Yuxi could answer, Lan Junqing had interrupted, and his eyes as blue as the sky were full of expectation and tension.

Only then did Yuxi think of the existence of several people. Seeing that Lan Junqing's 40-year-old face still showed the spirit of that year, there was a kind of vicissitudes between his eyebrows that could not be ignored. Suddenly, there was a feeling of heartache and a trace of inexplicable kindness.

"The time has come, and the predestined people have also appeared, and the dust is here to inform you." After saying that, Chen looked at Yuxi, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Yuxi.

Although Lan Junqing knew that Yu Xi was in his house, he still did not meet him according to what Chen said in those years, but just asked his student Zi Yaoling to help take care of him. He only learned from the lower population that Lan Yuxi is a very easy-going person. Now at first sight, he is shocked by the child's appearance. She is seven points similar to her and has a good impression in her heart. After calming his mind, he looked at the emperor beside him. Although he was very well covered up, he still saw the fluctuations.

"Does the predestined person in the master's mouth refer to me?" Yuxi secretly said, what the hell is going on?

"Good, good. However, The dust is still smiling.

Yuxi turned to Zi Yao Ling, and his eyes were full of doubts. A smile from Ziyao Lingbao seems to have known it for a long time.

Yuxi looked around the five people and finally locked her eyes on Lan Junqing. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I vaguely guessed that this matter is very important to you."

Lan Junqing's eyes flashed with admiration, and Zi Minghui also stared at Yuxi and didn't know what he was thinking.

"What does the girl want to know?" Lan Junqing said.

"I just want to know why I'm predestined? Why on earth did I appear here?" These are very important. She must take pictures to find her way home.

"Don't worry, the donor's arrival is arranged by God. You only need to complete the task to find your own relatives and return to your real home." Chen explained Yu Xi's doubts.

"Mission, what task? Can I go home as long as I'm done? Master, are you telling the truth?

"Yes." The dust nod. At this time, Yuxi did not hear the sound of words. He just said that he could return to his own era after completing the task, and there was a trace of joy in his heart.

Zi Yaoling looked at Yuxi's happy look and suddenly felt a stone in her heart and couldn't hold her breath. She had always wanted to go home, but now she was going to be involved in this fight.

"Since I'm predestined, tell me what exactly am I going to do? So that I can be mentally prepared." Let's go. In order to go home, you can make conditions.

"It's a big deal. Let's go in and talk about it." Zi Minghui opened his mouth, which naturally could not be refused.

So, Yuxi, together with Zi Yaoling, Lan Junqing, Zi Minghui and Dust, walked into the inner room. During this period, Yuxi was really puzzled. Obviously, Zi Minghui was the emperor, but how could he have no airs at all? There was no respect or inferiority with Lan Junqing, which was really difficult to understand.

How did she know that the reason why the Sunday dynasty could exist for a hundred years depends not only on the governance of the emperor, but also on the support of the aristocracy. As the first aristocrat, the strength of the Lan family should not be underestimated. It is not too much to call Lan Junqing a dark emperor. However, it is gratifying that Zi Minghui and Lan Junqing have grown up together since childhood. Naturally, their feelings are deep, and naturally there is no restraint. They don't care about these levels of superiority and inferiority.

Entering the inner room, I saw a picture on the wall. The woman in the painting tiptoed up to pick the maple leaves on the tree, the white skirt, the raised ink hair, the fiery red maple leaves, and the blue hairpin on her head. The woman in the painting smiled cleverly. Yuxi looked at the painting, and her heartbeat seemed to stop and it was difficult to breathe.

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Everyone stared at the painting, but Zi Yaoling noticed Yuxi's abnormality and reached out to hold her.

"It's okay. It's okay. My head hurts a little." Yuxi calmed down and breathed, and too many strange things have happened recently.

Lan Junqing looked at the painting obsessively, stretched out his hand to remove the painting, revealing the wall behind the painting, took the hairpin from his arms, embedded it into the wall, turned slightly, and the wall beside it turned away. It was a secret room!

"Let's talk about it, Minghui. You haven't seen her for a long time." Lan Junqing's voice was full of missing and loneliness.

Zi Minghui's eyes deepened a little confusion, "She, is she all right?"

"Minghui, don't blame yourself, she won't blame you." Lan Junqing patted Zi Minghui on the shoulder to signal him to enter.

"She"? Who is she? Yu Xi unconsciously turned to Zi Yaoling, who also looked at his father, doubting in his eyes. Listening to the teacher's tone, that "she" is the woman the teacher loved deeply in those years. How can she have anything to do with her father? Could it be...

The dust seemed to have been expected, and there was still a deep smile on his face.

Different people entered the secret room with different minds.