The morning glow is always short, and soon the gorgeous glow fades away. Thick dark clouds appear in the sky, rolling, pressing from west to east in a black way.

As we were about to part, a faint sadness could never be eliminated in Cui Ning's beautiful eyes. Although it was only one day and one night, the fear and worries and the happiness and sweetness in it were ten times stronger than the sixteen years she had lived together.

Cui Ning sat in the carriage and remained silent all the way, Zhang Huan sat beside her without saying a word. They seemed to have returned to the world from the fairyland, and everything that had happened became unreal.

When the carriage entered Chunming Gate, Cui Ning suddenly whispered: "You can send me another stretch of road, okay?"

Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, and the carriage fell into silence again. The carriage passed through the East City and drove into Xuanyangfang. When it was less than half a mile away from Cui Mansion, Zhang Huan pushed open the car door. He took a deep breath and said to Cui Ning: "Ms. Cui, please take care of yourself!"

But Cui Ning still lowered her head and said nothing, as if she hadn't heard Zhang Huan's farewell. Zhang Huan jumped out of the carriage, looked around vigilantly, put on a bamboo hat, and quickly ran towards the corner of the street.

The moment he entered a small alley, Zhang Huan couldn't help but look back at the carriage. Suddenly, he saw a face appearing on the car window. What was the unforgettable sadness. Her lips trembled slightly, and tears slowly slid down her face.

Zhang Huan silently pulled the bamboo hat down to cover his face and turned around and left resolutely.

There was a chaos in front of the Cui Mansion's door. The servants ran around and told him that the lady was back! Several maids stepped forward and helped Cui Ning out of the carriage carefully. Her mother, sister-in-law, wet nurse, aunt, almost everyone rushed up to surround her. She asked her questions. Cui Ning turned around and looked at the distant corner of the street with a pale face, and saw a lonely back gradually disappearing from the street.

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As the New Year approaches, Xuanyangfang is very lively, with shops everywhere, every household is full of New Year's goods, and the crowds are endless. Zhang Huan slowly walked forward with the crowd. While walking, he was vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding situation.

Although there was no abnormality, Zhang Huan had an intuition that Cui Yuan would not have made any arrangements. He pondered for a moment, turned around and turned into a small shop on the back street, which was a small shop selling groceries. The owner was a middle-aged man about fifty years old. He could see that the shop was doing badly. He was looking at the street with a frown.

Zhang Huan entered the shop, and the owner immediately greeted him with a smile, "What do the guest want?"

Zhang Huan smiled slightly and took out a hundred-ton ticket from his waist bag. This was the money that the Zhang family sent to every student who participated in the imperial examination to Beijing. It was soaked in water and dried up, making it look a little wrinkled.

But this did not affect the owner's admiration for it, it was only a year before he could earn it. He swallowed, "You are...?"

Zhang Huan tear the ticket in half, handed it to him half, and said with a smile: "Send me a letter, and the other half will belong to you."

The shop owner was stunned. He held half of the ticket and looked at Zhang Huan at a loss. Zhang Huan smiled and stopped explaining. He picked up a piece of charcoal, quickly wrote a few words to Zhang Ruohao on a piece of paper, and handed it to the shop owner: "Send it according to the address above. When things are done, the other half of the ticket will belong to you."

After saying that, he flashed out from the back door of the shop and passed through several alleys. Zhang Huan gradually approached the gate of Xuanyangfang. Many soldiers had appeared at the gate. Everyone was holding a portrait in their hands and checking the people entering and leaving one by one. A Cui Yuan's guard suddenly saw Zhang Huan, and a strange color flashed across his eyes.

Zhang Huan turned around and walked away, and speeded up. At this time, he felt someone behind him staring at him, following him tightly like a shadow. He began to run hard, his speed getting faster and faster, as fast as thunder. At this moment, there were more than one person running with him, but twelve people, each with great martial arts and quick steps. They intercepted Zhang Huan from all directions like a net spreading.

Zhang Huan was not familiar with the terrain, so he rushed out of an alley and turned toward a wide road, but after only a hundred steps, he stopped, with a dead end ahead.

Before he could turn around, people jumped out of the wall, from behind, from the shop, from all directions. Everyone held sharp blades in their hands and surrounded him. The knife jumped into the river last night and Zhang Huan had no support for the final battle.

At this time, a middle-aged man bowed to Zhang Huangong and said, "The Prime Minister told me that if you obey and do not resist, you can take it away according to the courtesy; if you resist and do not obey, hum!"

Zhang Huan raised his hand and smiled, "Since I can treat you with courtesy, why don't I follow me?"

At this time, hundreds of cavalry rushed over. Zhang Huan was blindfolded and escorted into a carriage. Under the strict escort of twelve swordsmen and hundreds of cavalrymen, he was taken away.

With intuition, he didn't go far, so he got out of the carriage quickly and was taken into a room and locked up. The room was actually a huge iron cage, front, back, left, left, up, down, and down, all sealed with iron bars as thick as arms. The gap was only two inches wide. With a rumbling sound, the iron gate was closed to death. The room was pitch black, and the cover of the iron cage fell down. It finally stopped when it pressed to a height of half a person. At this time, the people in the iron cage could no longer stand up.

Zhang Huan had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. At this moment, he was finally able to lie down without worries. Soon, he fell asleep.

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It was getting dusk. When Cui Yuan heard that his daughter was back, he immediately turned down the social engagement tonight and rushed home. As soon as he entered the mansion, people kept reporting to him, "Miss is back!"

Everyone knew that the eldest lady was more precious than the master's eyes. She rushed to the backyard and Cui Yuan couldn't help but shout, "Ning'er, where are you?"

When she heard her father's shouting, Cui Ning, who had already taken a bath incense and changed into new clothes, ran down from the embroidery building. She ran to her father and knelt down, crying in silence.

Cui Yuan helped her daughter up with pain. Seeing that her face had been thinner and there were a circle of thin blood marks on her neck, he felt very angry and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "I dare to kidnap my daughter. I will tear that little thief to pieces!"

Cui Ning was startled and she waved her hand quickly and said, "Father, Mr. Zhang is my savior, don't blame him wrongly!"

Cui Yuan looked at her daughter up and down in confusion, but she still saw the scars on her neck, but she wanted to say that Zhang Huan was the savior. What's going on?

"Why are you protecting him like this?"

"Father, Uncle Wei Shi, who really wants to attack me!" So Cui Ning lets Zhang Huan go. Later, he met Wei Yan and wanted to kill her, but Zhang Huan simply told his father about the timely rescue. Finally, he begged: "Although Mr. Zhang kidnapped me, he also saved me. It can be said that his merits and demerits are offset. Father, please forgive him!"

"Wei Yan?" Cui Yuan smiled coldly. Wei Yan was about to turn against him, which was what he expected.

"Father, please let him go!" Cui Ning saw that her father's face was gloomy and clear, she begged again.

Cui Yuan looked down at her daughter. He was a person who had experienced it. How could he not hear Cui Ning's partiality towards Zhang Huan in his tone. He snorted heavily, "I think you are confused!"

Cui Yuan turned around and walked, took two steps, and then turned back and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Take a two-day break and then go to the banquet specially held by the Chu family for you."

"And you, whoever dares to let the lady go out of the house will break your legs!"

Cui Yuan glanced at the maids and mothers coldly, and then walked towards the front yard.

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Cui Yuan returned to the front yard. Instead of entering his room, he walked quickly to the east yard. After passing through several doors, he came to a heavily guarded courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, the middle-aged swordsman immediately knelt down to him and said, "Report to the Prime Minister, Zhang Huan has been caught and locked up in the iron room."

"I already know, you go and receive the reward!"

"Thank you, Prime Minister!"

Cui Yuan did not stop and walked directly into the outer room of the iron house. Several generals who were guarding the iron house hurried forward and bowed: "See the Prime Minister!"

Cui Yuan nodded and asked, "How is the other person?"

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, he has been sleeping soundly since he was arrested in the morning and has not woken up yet!"

"There is still such a thing?"

Cui Yuan was very surprised. He was locked in an iron cage house that was dark and sunny. Many people quickly collapsed. Even if they could hold on, they were extremely nervous. Zhang Huan actually slept soundly inside. This was the first time he heard that it was no wonder that he dared to sneak attack the heavy military rations of the Uighurs. It was indeed a bit unusual.

He saw a plate on the table next to him, and there were some sporadic items on the plate, so he came over and asked, "Are these his things?"

"Yes! All his things are here."

There were some copper coins on the plate. Cui Yuan pulled it out and picked out a small bronze medal from it. The front was the word "Hedong" and the back was engraved with the word "Zhang Huan".

"It turns out that he is a child of the Zhang family, but he is just a concubine's son!" Cui Yuan smiled to himself. The legitimate son of the Zhang family is a silver medal, while the eldest son is a gold medal, and only the concubine's son uses a bronze medal.

Cui Yuan threw the bronze medal back on the plate. He suddenly saw a piece of jade inside. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary person. He picked up the jade and bought it with a gentle and delicate hand. There was no trace of variegated color on it. It was indeed a piece of top-quality jade. He turned the jade over and saw a small gold medal on the back, with two beautiful small characters "Wan Lan" engraved on the gold medal.

"Chu Wanlan!" Cui Yuan blurted out that Chu Wanlan was Chu Xingshui's own sister. He was known as the number one beauty of the aristocratic family back then. Cui Yuan had also liked him, but she suddenly disappeared twenty-three years ago, and even the Chu family was not aware of her. It became a headless case at that time, which made countless people, including Cui Yuan, feel sad. However, Cui Yuan gradually realized that something must have happened within the Chu family, thus concealing the news.

The sudden appearance of this jade token shocked Cui Yuan, "How could Chu Wanlan's jade token be on Zhang Huan? What is the relationship between them? Could it be?

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Zhang Huan was in his early twenties, and Chu Wanlan disappeared twenty-three years ago. "Are they mother and son? But Zhang Huan is the concubine's son of the Zhang family. What's going on?"

Originally planning to come over to teach Zhang Huan a lesson, his mood was replaced by strong curiosity, Cui Yuan put away the jade plaque and hurried towards his inner study.
Chapter completed!