Inside were three sticks of incense, a letter, a small cylinder, and a very small box. Wu'er opened the letter, was not surprised by the contents, and handed the letter to Lu Jun.
When Lu Jun saw what was said in the letter, he was so surprised that he could not speak for a long time. He recognized the handwriting and would never forget that the letter was written by his first master—Jun Feng. It is said that Junfeng predicts things like a god and plans ahead. Could it be that Junfeng predicted today more than ten years ago? And who is this person, who knows so clearly, or has the queen been hiding it?
While Lu Jun was reading the letter, Wuerdai opened the cylinder, inside was a painting made of rice paper, slowly rolled it up, and only saw the jade pendant around his waist, and he knew who the person was. He folded the flower roll and put it away in his coat. As for what this small box is, he also knew it was a music box.
"Tell me, who are you, master?" Lu Jun held Wu'er's arm tightly. Jun Feng left the palace when he was 12 years old. Wherever he went, no matter how many people he sent to inquire, he couldn't find anyone. , Whether it is life or death, he doesn't know.
"It doesn't matter who you are." Frowning lightly, he felt that there was no time to waste on this issue, "Escape from danger is the first priority."
The overall situation is the most important, Lu Jun let go of his hand, "When you return to the palace, you have to get out completely."
Wu'er didn't nod his head in agreement. In the palace, after returning to the palace, there will be no intersection. If the emperor knows that he is the disgusting fifth son, he doesn't know what to do and how he feels. Wu'er can see clearly all the way down, and he knows that he is a man. Finally, he showed a bit of contempt and sarcasm, just because of his posture, eyebrows, and voice.
Lu Jun doesn't like masculinity, let alone seductive men. And he had both, and he was still the chief culprit who killed his child.
"Change your clothes, I'll do something."
He took off his coat first, and demonstrated how to wear the flying squirrel suit. After everyone saw it clearly, he took the three sticks of incense and went to the back of the yard. There was a dead tree here, and more than 100 lives were buried here. In order to rush to make these flying squirrel suits, the undead who are here are finally exterminated.
"The cause planted by Junfeng, I will bear the fruit. For our emperor, please rest in peace." I bowed to the dead tree three times, and if the resentment is difficult to resolve, please repay it to him, and he is willing to bear it.
The smog is slowly rising, and the wind is blowing up the dust. "It's going to snow."
From the window, Lu Jun looked at Wu'er who was paying homage outside, dressed in strange clothes, with hair reaching the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
The sun was slanting and the sun was setting, and the sun was going to set in another hour. Huo Zhongyuan was still guarding near the valley, commanding the army, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, blocking the valley tightly. If Huo Jingquan hadn't been arranged in Tanglu in his early years, the attack would not have been so easy, and he had been besieged in Qingping Valley.