The sky is gloomy and it seems to be raining and snowing.

Bo Langjun stood in front of the window, looking at the sycamore tree in the yard in a daze.

"Husband, the sky has changed!"

Luo Jiaojiao came over and put on Bo Langjun's outer robe.

"I'm afraid the New Year will be over in Fujian!"

Bo Langjun's voice was a little dull.

"Drink your body with a cup of tea!"

Luo Jiaojiao put a cup of hot tea on Bo Langjun's cold hands.

Bo Langjun held the teacup.

Although tea is hot, its calories are too small.

"Close the window!"

A gust of wind blew and clouds rolled, and Bo Langjun knew that the rain was coming soon.

Feng Yue closed the doors and windows of the hall where Bo Langjun lived. He stood in the second porch and watched the dark clouds gathering thicker and thicker in a daze.

Brother Yao is okay!

Brother Yao's weak appearance appeared in Feng Yue's mind.

A lightning made Feng Yue come back to his senses from his reverie.

The bright rain line fell obliquely, and the cool raindrops fell on Feng Yue's slightly thin cheeks with the wind. He had to take two steps back to avoid getting wet.

In the palace of Minyue Kingdom, he is not as comfortable as Bo's mansion. He is worried about both Bo's husband and his wife's living, living, travel, and food.

Although the national teacher Qiu Jingshan assigned two capable guards to him to call, they were from the Minyue Kingdom after all, and Feng Yue did not dare to trust them completely, so they were only responsible for guarding the safety of the uncle and his wife.

Feng Yue slept very little and had a light sleep at night. Although he knew that Yinwei was following him, he was still worried.

"Feng Yue! This cloak was given to you by the uncle of the country, put it on quickly!"

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly opened the door and draped a marten velvet cloak on Feng Yue.

"Thank you, my master and my wife!"

Feng Yue bowed and bowed in surprise.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Luo Jiaojiao smiled, then turned around and went into the room.

"Not hard work!"

A trace of warmth flashed through Feng Yue's heart. He gently pulled up to the door.

Inadvertently, he saw Bo Langjun looking up at him with concern, which made him wonder if he had read it wrong.

The rain continued until dark before it stopped.

Luo Jiaojiao had already ignited the candlelight and brought Bo Langjun a cup of hot tea.

Bo Langjun wrote the names of powerful people from the Minyue royal family on a piece of silk, and drew out their closeness and alienation relationships, marking the corresponding positions.

"Master! This is the content of the letter that intercepted the Zuo brothers."

Luan Chong handed the letter copied on the mashed paper to Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun looked at it with the candlelight.

In the letter, Zuo Yun instructed Zuo He not to participate in the establishment of the Crown in the Minyue Kingdom, to take good care of his elderly father, and to say that he would be there for everything!

"It's a pity..."

Bo Langjun put the hemp paper in his hand on the candlelight and lit it.

"What a pity?"

Luo Jiaojiao did not see the content of the letter, and her curiosity suddenly became.

"Continue to monitor! Go!"

Bo Langjun just glanced at Luo Jiaojiao who was looking at her by the tea table, and then ordered Luan Chong to say.

"yes!"

Luan Chong also took a secret look at Luo Jiaojiao.

"Did I hide it?"

Luo Jiaojiao brought a cup of tea to Bo Langjun...

"Zuo Yun was in it, so he inevitably participated in this matter of becoming a crown prince. But he did not want his father and brother to be involved, so he spoke out and persuaded him."

Bo Langjun took the teacup from Luo Jiaojiao's hand and looked at her helplessly.

He knew Luo Jiaojiao's nature well, so he could only tell her the content of the letter.

"Whoever has the ability will be established will be established soon! In this way, Zhao Qi will not die, right?"

Luo Jiaojiao also met Zhaoqi and felt quite regretful for his premature death.

"What the court needs is a loyal king!"

Bo Langjun put down the teacup and looked at the slightly childish Luo Jiaojiao in front of him and smiled bitterly.

"Isn't that difficult for King Yue?"

Luo Jiaojiao was not stupid either, and immediately felt sad about the situation of the King of Minyue.

"Yes! Zhao Qi was the best candidate, but an accident happened. This is the real reason why he couldn't afford to get sick."

Bo Langjun looked at Luo Jiaojiao meaningfully.

"But others didn't know the interests of this, so Zhao Qi was poisoned to death!"

Luo Jiaojiao already understands it!

"The King of Zuoshan understands, so he refuses to let his son inherit the position of Crown Prince of Minyue."

Bo Langjun crossed out the names of Zuoshanwang and his second son Zuo He.

Next, he picked up his pen and stroked the name of the Queen of Minyue.

Luo Jiaojiao saw Bo Langjun's pen hanging in the air, and seemed to be hesitating something. This made her suddenly want to know who made his husband so difficult to make a decision!

Luo Jiaojiao, whose eyes were sore, in the blink of an eye, Bo Langjun's pen fell under the name of the second prince's mother.

"It's the one in the cold palace!"

While walking around the palace, Luo Jiaojiao heard the palace people privately discussing the second prince's mother's concubine.

"She was the most suspicious, but after I saw her, I found that she had no idea that Zhao Qi was dead!"

Bo Langjun recalled the scene when he went to meet Mrs. Rong, the second prince's mother.

"That's not sure! Zhaoqi is in chronic poison, and it's uncertain when he will die!"

Luo Jiaojiao said casually, which made Bo Langjun raise his eyebrows.

"I really didn't expect this level! My wife is still amazing!"

Bo Langjun put a hook on Mrs. Rong's name again.

"I'm just thinking about it, I can't take it seriously!"

Luo Jiaojiao hurriedly held Bo Langjun's wrist.

"Women's intuition is sometimes quite accurate!"

Bo Langjun put down his pen and wrapped it around Luo Jiaojiao's waist and looked at her bright eyes and said with a smile.

"The important thing is!"

Luo Jiaojiao blushed and pushed Bo Langjun's arm away.

"Um!"

Bo Langjun took a deep breath, calmed down and continued to look at the relationship map of the main characters of the Minyue royal family he drew.

"The key figure is this concubine who poisoned Prince Zhaoqi! It's time to go and examine her tomorrow!"

Bo Langjun pointed out the name of Xing, the queen's close maid, with his ivory white long finger.

"She is so important, why did the Lord Messenger behind her keep her alive until now?"

Luo Jiaojiao's words made Bo Langjun suddenly stand up and say:

"Let's go now!"

"No! Husband! Is it too late now?"

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the hourglass in the hall.

"Go together!"
To be continued...