Chu Hua and Chu Zhan, who had just walked not far, also stopped. Several people looked at each other, and their faces were a little hesitant.

Chu Hua thought for a while and said, "It's not a secret in our family. You will encounter it sooner or later."

"What?" Chu Junlan didn't understand why.

Chu Hua said: "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Chu Junlan looked at Chu Zhan inquiring, Chu Zhan nodded, Chu Junlan followed Chu Hua, Chu Shan and Chu Zhan in confusion, and took Zi Yan all the way across the White Stone Arch Bridge and to Changfeng Garden not far away.

The closer you get to Changfeng Garden, the clearer the sound inside.

There were the suppressed crying of a woman and the whistling wind, which sounded like the sound of someone dancing a knife and a gun.

Chu Hua walked to the door and knocked gently: "Brother, sister-in-law."

Chu Junlan paused and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

If she remembered correctly, Xiao Chou told her that the eldest son of Duke Mao, Chu Feng, died in the battle in the early years, and did not ask for the title of crown prince until he died. It was only after Chu Feng's death that the emperor appointed Duke Mao and Chu Hua as crown prince. Later, she met her aunt, Lu, and saw that she looked pure and innocent and was wearing extremely plain clothes, so she decided that the rumors were true.

Could it be that things were not as rumored by the outside world? Chu Feng was not dead?

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and the elderly servant saluted with a bitter face and said with a sad face: "Criminal, Third Master, you are here."

"Well, what's wrong with brother?"

"The master has eaten too much wine again today, hey..."

The servant lady moved aside, and Chu Hua led Chu Junlan and his party into the door.

As soon as Chu Junlan entered the courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

The spacious courtyard is paved with green bricks, and the three-bedroom main house is lit with lights. The bright lights fall on the ground through the bright paper. The whole wall-high wine jar is stacked in the courtyard, and two rows of weapon racks are randomly placed in front of the main house door and next to the wall of the wine jar.

A tall middle-aged man only wore a snow-white middle-robed shirt in the winter, dancing with a long spear to make the wind shine.

"'When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with my lamp, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps', my god, dreamed, dreamed of it? I can't go back, I can't go back! Get out, get out!"
Chapter completed!