Chapter 76 Let's meet Wangjun Lake

Although the past has become a cloud and smoke, but looking back, it is a completely different feeling.

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

Mr. Li is not partial to their four servants. He doesn't take special care of anyone, and he doesn't particularly dislike anyone. Even if Li Xiaoguan is lazy, Mr. Li has never lost his temper. He doesn't seem to be angry by nature. He will always look like a smile, up to the king and down to the servant.

However, vaguely, An Bochen felt that Mr. Li treated him slightly differently.

For example, the first batch of poems, a prince, a uncle, a dust in the future. Among the four personal servants, Mr. Li only criticized An Bochen for the poem, and the other three did not have such treatment.

Thinking of this, An Bochen was confused.

The prince treated him a little differently, but only he escaped from the robbery that night and saved Li Xiaoguan. However, the story in "Da Kuang Shen Weird Talk" and the five elements engraved with the names of several people make An Bochen's mind difficult.

"That's all. Let's wait for Mr. Xiao to come back."

Shaking his head, An Bochen dispersed the complex emotions in his heart, sat cross-legged, held his hands round, and entered the fairy mansion when night fell, and continued to practice the two spirits of water and fire.

At this moment, An Bochen was alert and his pupils shrank sharply.

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

Looking at the feather arrow in front of him, An Bochen was slightly distracted and was about to pull out the letter on the top of the arrow. In the afterglow, there seemed to be a figure floating across the rosefinch street.

He got up and turned his head. An Bochen looked at the man with an oil paper umbrella.

Even if An Bochen was forced to calm down, his heart still couldn't stop jumping up, and even his expression became stiff.

Leaning on the tall building alone and looking at the smiling cloth man downstairs, An Bochen opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the past four years, he wore the most ordinary gray cloth clothes, but he was holding a special oil-paper umbrella from the best store in Liujing. It was gentle and elegant, and the torrential rain fell from the sky, which could not hide his soft smile.

At that time, it was him who stood on the high pavilion, and it was An Bochen who was hovering at the bottom of the building, but today he adjusted his position. Looking up at the young pavilion, the prince smiled in front of the pavilion, and there was a little strangeness in the absurdity.

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

"The prince..."

When An Bochen finally squeezed his throat and called out the two words that he had called many times, it was as if the man downstairs had disappeared into the rain.

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

He looked at the front in a staring and looked at the letter on the arrow. An Bochen did not hesitate any more and suddenly pulled out the letter.

Open it, and the familiar little seal is out of sight.

“...... Wanghou's uncle, there will be light dust in the future..."

At the beginning, it was this five-character poem that brought An Bochen back to the theater of that day. Mr. Li said lightly, but it seemed to imply a deep meaning.

Inexplicable mood, An Bochen continued to read down.

"It's helpless to cheat to death. Bo Chen survived, as expected. Today's change is unexpected. If you want to know more details, I hope to see you in Lake.

The prince's letters have always been short. He has been an ink servant for four years, and An Bochen has long been used to it.

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

Sure enough, the prince expected that he would not die... But how did he expect it? I could escape because of the dream that predicted future disasters. I had only had such a dream twice since I was a child. In the secret room that night, even I didn't expect to have such a dream.

Although An Bochen was suspicious, he didn't know why. Looking at Mr. Li's handwriting, his doubts suddenly weakened a little.

In January, Liujing is right and wrong, and the turmoil is endless. An Bochen has understood the truth of intrigue and sinister people's hearts. Normally, he should not believe so naively. However, he was overly suspicious at this time. Perhaps because for four years, An Bochen had been with Mr. Li and had never seen him say a false lie, at least so. Perhaps, in the depths of his heart, An Bochen doesn't want the elegant Mr. Li to suddenly become cruel and ignore his life and death.

"Today's change is unexpected... It seemed that he only expected that I could survive, but what happened after getting out of danger was different from what he expected... Yes, Hongfu, he didn't count Simajin's arrival. It was Simajin's appearance, which created variables and disrupted his layout.

His eyes flashed, and the young man sat cross-legged and thought quietly.

"Before I met Sima Jin, I went to the city alone. If I hadn't met Sima Jin at that time, I would have already gone to Wangjun Lake and had a good sleep. The next day, I asked Miss Yinghong to ask for Jiu Chenjun. At that time, Miss Yinghong had not been liked by you. I should have found an excuse to ask for it... The prince's original plan was for me to get Jiu Chenjun? After getting it... Wait, Wang Xiner turned to Princess Lizhu and wanted to use her power to lurk in Liujing and wait for the mobile hand to grab Jiu Chenjun. Three days later, they would go to Moyun Tower to inquire. Before leaving the prince, Liujing would definitely be shocked. There was no need to wait until the death of Duke Huo to make a mess. At that time, I would not find these until Wang Xiner and Lizhu came to me and won Jiu Chenjun... He was re-convicted or killed.

The body trembled slightly, and for a long time, the corners of An Bochen's mouth were bitter.

All the way down, even without the appearance of Sima Jin, as long as An Bochen gets Jiu Chenjun, he will inevitably die in the end.

"If you want to know more details, I hope to see you..."

Singing the last sentence, An Bochen's mood was complicated.

He vaguely felt that once he went to Wangjun Lake and knew Mr. Li's layout, he would fall into the chaos of Liujing again in the future, and even Simajin and Xiao Hou would be involved. But... An Bochen really wants to know what role he plays in Mr. Li's original calculation?

is a chess piece that causes chaos, or a trap destined to die.

A month ago, An Bochen was ignorant, and fate was in the hands of others. A month later, after twists and turns, An Bochen got out of the chaos in Liujing, lived in Moyun, and finally put his fate in his own hands.

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

However, if he doesn't know the truth of the matter and why Li Gongzi treats him, he can no longer calm down and practice.

An Bochen didn't know that this was the so-called heart demon in the play - the magic barrier in front of his mood.

Having been with Mr. Li for so long, it is a lie to say that he has no feelings. Although An Bochen is indifferent by nature, he is clear. If Mr. Li hadn't taken him out of Yuanjing Village, he would not have had all this now. Although it is not a great benefit, An Bochen can't forget his original. If in the original layout of Li Gongzi, he will eventually die, An Bochen will naturally not miss the past and will also take precautions. If Mr. Li didn't have such a calculation, but just took him as a pawn, although An Bochen felt uncomfortable, he would not be too resentful. He continued to hide and watch the change.

No matter what happens in the future, at this time, the 14-year-old teenager is far from being cruel and ruthless, but he just wants to have peace of mind.

Looking at the silver wall in the oblique corner, An Bochen thought for a little and didn't bring it.

He raised the oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the Moyun Tower. The teenager sneaked in the night rain and hurried to Wangjun Lake.

......

The heavy rain dyed the night dark. On the official road outside the east gate, the ground was muddy and it was difficult for cars and horses to walk.

The handlebars shouted loudly, and the young men picked up their trouser legs, stood in the mud, shouted the horn, and pushed the carriage hard. But even if the first one is pulled out, the back one will fall into mud and work hard.

In the dead of night, it rains heavily, but there is still a group of carriages outside the East City, which is really strange.

In a carriage in the middle, there sat a slender old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks and gloomy eyes. At this time, he was looking at the heavy rain outside the window with a complicated face. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Sir, this car really doesn't work."

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

"Double the commission."

Xiao Hou said calmly.

Hearing the words, the owner looked embarrassed and hesitated.

"Triple."

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

After rushing for a day and a night, Xiao Hou felt a little tired and just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a moment. At this time, a figure flashed in the afterglow.

The man in cloth sat in the old pavilion next to the official road, enjoying the rain in his spare time.

In the wilderness, it's raining heavily. There's no beautiful scenery. He is obviously waiting for people.

Who else will he wait for besides himself?

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

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

"I've met the owner."

Bending down and losing, Xiao Hou said respectfully.

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

Hearing this, Xiao Hou's face was calm and he did not show any surprise.

If the person in front of him didn't guess, he would be surprised.

"He and the girl are still young after all. How can I see what you are thinking? Mo Yun has become a lonely building. Liujing has nothing to do. If you continue to stay, you will only be controlled by others. You, Xiaohou, have finally got rid of me. How can you continue to stay in Liujing, which can't squeeze half a drop of oil? You have taught what you should teach. Whether you can become a owl in troubled times like you depends on his creation, and 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 happiness.

The man in the pavilion said indifferently, with a faint voice and a smile at the corners of his mouth.

At first, Xiao Hou could force himself to calm down. In the end, his legs couldn't help trembling, his face turned white, and his eyes were full of fear.