Wei Anhui's voice slowly stopped, and after a while, he said:

"Master Li seems to have left the city recently, not in Xunyang."

"No, he's back."

Wei Wu shook his head and said truthfully.

Wei Anhui was quiet for a while.

"oh."

He responded softly.

At this time, she noticed that the carriage driven by Wei Wu, who was driving without saying a word, turned around and headed in the other direction of the street. It did not seem to be heading towards Kuanglu Mountain.

I can’t help but ask:

"Where are you going, Uncle Wu?"

"Xunyang Grottoes."

"Why are you going there so well?"

Wei Anhui asked with a puzzled look on his face, then he reacted and said:

"Sister Rong, Sister Song and the others seem to be very busy today. They have convened a lot of people for a meeting. If we go over, they probably won't have time to entertain us."

Wei Wu shook his head, his hand holding the reins motionless and showing no intention of turning:

"It's okay, let's just take a stroll. The princess will look around, burn incense and worship the Buddha for the young master and the others. Didn't the princess set up Buddhist plaques for them?"

"I often go to worship Buddha, and today is the day to do so." Wei Anhui realized halfway through his words, and asked, "Uncle Wu wants to go there, right?"

Wei Wu said in a muffled voice:

"I also worship Buddha and take a look at the spiritual tablets enshrined by the Third and Sixth Young Masters."

"No wonder, Uncle Wu also misses my cousin and the others. I see you are still wearing a white cloth belt. After all, you have watched us grow up, but now you are experiencing misfortune..."

Inside the car curtain, Wei Anhui's tone became lowered.

"Your Highness, please express your condolences."

Wei Wu lowered his eyes and said.

While whipping his whip and driving his horse, he freed up his hand and touched the white cloth band on his forehead.

The look in his eyes was a bit hard to describe.

Wei Anhui suddenly reacted and asked:

"By the way, how come it was Uncle Wei Wang who sent Uncle Wu here this time? Why didn't it come from my father and the people from Prince Liang's palace to pick me up?"

Wei Wu nodded:

"I'm just on my way. His Royal Highness Prince Liang didn't send anyone here."

"On your way?"

Wei Anhui asked doubtfully.

Wei Wu nodded dully, pointed to the white cloth band on his forehead, and said:

"The prince took it off and asked me to put it on. He asked me to bring it to Xunyang."

Inside the car curtain, Wei Anhui, who was dressed in mourning clothes, seemed to be looking at the white cloth belt and tilted his head slightly.

…

Xunyang Grottoes.

In front of a bamboo house in a bamboo forest.

"Father."

Just when Li Xian's face darkened and he was about to have an attack, Li Dalang suddenly appeared from the bamboo forest nearby.

Yanrokuro followed next to him.

"Your Majesty, Ming Mansion."

Ouyang Rong saw that both of them were a little shabby, but they had smiles on their faces, and they were holding a few fresh bamboo shoots tied with hemp ropes in their hands.

"I asked you to wait where you were, where did you go?"

Li Xian asked with his head covered. Without Li Dalang answering, he turned and asked Yan Liulang:

"Rokuro, tell me."

"Shi, the prince saw fresh bamboo shoots in the forest and said that stewed bamboo shoots with duck meat is the best for nourishing yin and kidneys, replenishing qi and blood, and is suitable for replenishing the body. A few days ago, the prince was kicked while fishing... and accidentally fell into the water, which caused a bit of coldness.

Come on, pick some fresh bamboo shoots and go back and let the princess make soup for the prince."

Li Xian glanced at Li Dalang, who was standing with his hands down and his head bowed without saying a word.

He said no more and his expression softened a little.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent and awkward.

Li Dalang raised his head and tried his best to smile:

"Father, there is no need to worry. If the child agrees to stay where he is, he will definitely not go and do anything that would hinder you and Tanlang..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly looked at the bamboo shoots and took a rope of bamboo shoots from Li Dalang's hand:

"Blood replenishing? It's a good thing. I just need it. Give me a copy too. Thank you Da Lang."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned.

"Why is Tanlang so good at nourishing yin and nourishing kidneys?" Li Xian asked curiously.

"If Tan Lang wants to eat, why not just come to the palace and let grandma make the soup and everyone can drink it together."

Li Dalang suggested.

When Yan Liulang heard the words "nourishing yin and nourishing kidneys", he couldn't help but take a second look at Mingfu, who had been walking like flying most of the time recently.

Ouyang Rong didn't squint his eyes and corrected seriously:

"It's not to nourish yin and kidneys. I don't lack this. It's... it's for supplementing blood for others."

"Who is it for?" Li Xianqi asked.

Ouyang Rong said in a serious tone, almost smoothly: "Yuan Huaimin."

A resentful voice came from behind, it was Yuan Huaimin.

"Brother Lianghan, I'm still here, I haven't left."

"Isn't your old childhood sweetheart here? Don't worry, you'll be able to use it soon."

Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged and he said casually.

However, when he said this, he still glanced around with his peripheral vision.

Well, there is no sign of Yi Qianqiu.

Yuan Huaimin had the same reaction and looked around worriedly.

Seeing that the tigress was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Lianghan, you must not talk nonsense like this. That is to say, I am loyal and Qiuniang..."

The four of them chatted and walked outside the bamboo forest together.

At this time, from the bamboo forest on the right front, a tall and dry old man suddenly walked out. He was wearing a washed white robe, which was vaguely a blue musician's uniform. He was carrying a small hoe on his shoulder and some food in his hand.

Fresh bamboo shoots give it a leisurely farm-dwelling atmosphere.

When Li Dalang and Yan Liulang saw it, they immediately said hello: "Thank you, sir, for the bamboo shoots."

The old man carrying the hoe stopped leisurely when he saw Ouyang Rong and his party.

"Gentlemen, if you don't want to eat fresh bamboo shoots for a while, remember to soak them in water to preserve their flavor."

The look on his face was Hexi's advice.

Ouyang Rong and Li Xian looked at each other, nodded and clasped their fists:

"Been taught a lesson."

The old musician's gentle gaze passed over Ouyang Rong and others and fell on Yuan Huaimin:

"You are Shi Yuan Huaimin, the governor of Jiang, right? I heard that you know some of Wu Dai's painting skills. This was the unique skill of a painting sage named Wu in Chang'an. Are you an old friend of him?"

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head: "We are old friends, but we haven't contacted him for many years. Does the old gentleman know him?"

"I have stayed in Chang'an before, and I have admired his name for a long time, and I feel a little emotional."

The old musician put his hoe on his shoulder and sighed softly.

After exchanging a few words, the two sides passed each other.
To be continued...