"What's the matter with you?" Duan Zheng reached out and clasped it in his hand, "Why are you sweating so much? Is the dragon in the side hall burning too vigorously?"

"It's okay." Rong Zhuo didn't want to talk to him in such a place, so he dragged him away first.

When he was in the temple before, Rong Zhuo's actions were somewhat reckless.

It wasn't until he returned to the Rong Mansion that night that he couldn't help but be afraid.

All his knowledge of the emperor came from Jingdu, so he said that recklessly tonight. If he accidentally angered the emperor, it is likely to lead to unforeseen consequences.

But as of now, they have no clue about it.

If he does nothing and waits like this, the result may not be much better.

Probably because he was too nervous, Rong Zhuo had a nightmare that night.

He dreamed that the emperor suddenly died suddenly, and the abolished prince somehow bought the forbidden army and ascended the throne smoothly.

Yu Jingdu, who came from Beijiang upon hearing the news, was tied up at the gate of the city.

The abolished prince, also known as the new emperor, ordered people to detain Yu Jingdu to show the public, and also gave him many false accusations, and planned to choose a day to behead Jingdu.

In the dream, Yu Jingdu was still wearing a blood-stained shirt. He was supposed to be a hero, but he was slandered as a sinner of the dynasty. In the dream, Rong Zhuo tried hard to take a look at him and talk to him, but he was always crowded by the onlookers and couldn't get close.

In the end, Rong Zhuo couldn't see his face clearly in the dream, and only saw the blood sprayed all over the snow...

When Rong Zhuo woke up from the dream, his body was already soaked in cold sweat.

He got up and changed into a clean bedclothes. He wanted to continue to sleep, but he always thought of the scene in his dream.

Although he knew it was just a dream, his emotions were still difficult to calm down.

Because he hadn't slept well that night, on the first day of the new year, his whole person seemed particularly lackluster.

Fortunately, there was some good news that afternoon.

The people from Si Tianjian that Jiang Jiyan found were quite useful, and don't know what they found to persuade the emperor.

On the second day of the new year, Rong Zhuo asked Jindouzi to prepare a carriage early in the morning, saying that he would go to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Rong Qinghuai had already seen that he had been restless for the past few days, so he didn't stop him, and told him to leave more money for incense in the temple at that time.

"Which temple are we going to, son?" Jindouzi asked him.

Rong Zhuo put on the cloak on his body and said unintentionally, "Qingyin Temple."

"Qingyin Temple is far enough." Jin Douzi glanced at the sky, "It might snow today, should we move to a closer temple?"

"Just go to Qingyin Temple." Rong Zhuo said.

Jindouzi didn't say anything more after hearing the words, and instructed the driver a few words.

Soon after the carriage left the city, it began to snow.

Fortunately, the snow was not too big, but when they arrived at Qingyin Temple, there was still a thin layer on the ground.

Jin Douzi raised his eyes and glanced at the temple on the mountain. He wanted to persuade Rong Zhuo to wait for the snow to stop before going, but he held back.

He can see it today, their son is coming to Qingyin Temple today, and he can't stop it.

Because of the snow, the mountain road was a little slippery.

Rong Zhuo stumbled when he went up the mountain, and his fair forehead was blue.

Jin Douzi looked very distressed, but did not dare to say anything more.

The incense in Qingyin Temple is as usual, and it is still not very prosperous.

In addition, today is the second day of the Chinese New Year, and there are not even a single pilgrim in the temple.

Rong Zhuo went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, but did not leave in a hurry, but went to the backyard.

He walked to a stone platform in the backyard, reached out and touched under the stone platform for a while, and found a wooden box.

He still remembered that Yu Jingdu had told him that when he was young, no one had anything on his mind, so he would write a letter and put it in a wooden box, and then reply to himself after a while.

At that time, Yu Jingdu had told Rong Zhuo that if there was anything he wanted to say to him in the future, he could put it in this wooden box. At that time, Yu Jingdu hadn't confessed his identity to Rong Zhuo. When he said this, he probably planned to leave Rong Zhuo's life and wanted to give Rong Zhuo a chance to contact him.

It's a pity that Rong Zhuo finally found out his identity. Instead of forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, the two became partners.

Rong Zhuo took the wooden box and slowly opened the lid.

To his surprise, there was a letter in the wooden box.

Rong Zhuo's heart skipped a beat and took out the letter inside.

He resisted the excitement in his heart and opened the letter, only to see that there was no letter in the envelope, only a dried petal.

Rong Zhuo looked at the petal for a long time, and recognized that it should be a rose petal.

Perhaps it was ripped from a certain rose he had given to Yu Jingdu, and Yu Jingdu put it in this wooden box at some point.

Rong Zhuo held the petal in his hand, and a heart that had been restless for a few days, strangely gradually calmed down.

He carefully wrapped the petal in a handkerchief, then put it in his close-fitting pocket.

Then he put a letter written last night into the wooden box, and put the wooden box back under the stone platform.

There is no signature in the letter he wrote, and the handwriting has been concealed. Even the paper is the most common type. Even if the letter falls into the hands of others, there is no need to worry about revealing anything.

In fact, what he wrote in his letter was some long-winded nonsense, and even a little bit of ignorance.

He knew that even if he put the letter here, Yu Jingdu would not be able to see it.

But he couldn't help but wanted to say something to Yu Jingdu.

"The weather is cold and cold, the little donor has a cup of hot tea before leaving." A voice sounded calmly behind him.

Rong Zhuo turned his head and saw that the person who was speaking to him was Yu Jingdu's sixth emperor's uncle, Master Wuyun.

Although Wuyun's temperament is completely different from that of the emperor, the two are brothers after all, so the outlines of eyebrows and facial features can still be seen to be somewhat similar.