When he was young, Songfeng came out and asked Luo Mingguang to come in with a curtain. He compared the second room on the east side and said, "I'm inside."

Luo Mingguang pursed his lips tightly and stood in Mingjian before he walked into the heart with a nervous heart.

The light in the second room was a little dark. There was a person tilted on the couch, with brocade mattress on his body, and a book in his hand, leaning against the pillow and smiling at her.

"Brother Yan!" Luo Mingguang shouted.

I saw this man with a bright face and a unique style. Who wouldn’t be Zhao Yan? But Brother Yan clearly said that he had something to leave the capital, so how could he... Could it be that he really had a stubborn disease that could not be cured?

Luo Mingguang almost burst into tears when he thought of this.

No! This is not Brother Yan!

She immediately rejected her thoughts.

The eyebrows and eyes of the person on the couch were almost exactly the same as Zhao Yan, but when it looked closely, there was still a difference. His face was too pale, he was thinner than Zhao Yan, and he also had the charm between his eyebrows and eyes.

Zhao Yan's aura is cold and gives people a feeling of being unattainable, while this person's aura is much gentler, giving people a warm feeling like the eldest brother next door.

But this is not important. If Zhao Yan is really sick, is seriously ill, is thin, and has a pale face. She is sure that Zhao Yan is not in front of her. Although the two have almost the same faces, ---

I didn't look at it carefully because I was too shocked before. At this time, I looked at it carefully and it was obvious that it was not the same person. She could naturally tell that the souls of the two people were not consistent.

"You are..." Luo Mingguang couldn't help asking.

The man smiled, his expression softer, "You really can tell..."

"Brother Yan..." A voice suddenly came to an outside the door to interrupt his words.

As soon as the sound sounded, Song Feng's voice was heard: "Your Highness, you can't go in, the prince is sick."

"Brother Yan, don't ignore me. I have been here many times. I must see you today! Let's go away, you dead slave!"

Luo Mingguang looked at the man and knew that Song Feng could not stop Qi You.

The man turned his gaze to the test and said, "Sorry, you hide first and fight Ah Yu back for me."

Qi Yu looked at Luo Mingguang indifferently. Seeing that she was here, she didn't know what to do, so it was best to avoid it first.

Luo Mingguang looked along his sight. The second room was connected to the bedroom, separated by a tent in the middle. There was a large wardrobe against the wall, and there was a shelf bed in the east.

The man meant that Luo Mingguang was going to avoid the bed first, but Luo Mingguang was wrong. The more he heard the sound of scolding outside the door, he was about to break in immediately. Luo Mingguang hurriedly ran to the big cabinet a few steps, and he pulled the cabinet door and got in.

He heard the man whispering in his ears, as if to stop her, but she didn't care. He was about to close the cabinet door and heard heavy footsteps. Qi Yu muttered in anger: "Brother Yan, you should beat this dead slave to death, and I won't let you see you every time!"

"Okay," the voice of "Zhao Yan" came, "Songfeng, go out first."

This is different from Zhao Yan's words when he sees no one and only listens to the sound.

Zhao Yan's voice was bright, while this person's voice was dark, but it was just a nuance. If it weren't for the very familiarity, it would be difficult to detect this difference.

"Ah Yu, you are still so rash. You have grown up and can no longer be as unrestrained as you were when you were a child. Do you know that the girl's family should be steady?" The man's tone sounded like a sincere teaching, treating her own girl like a brother.

The meaning of consolation and teaching is so strong that Luo Mingguang has no doubt about the sincerity of his words.

"Brother Yan," Qi Yu's voice cried: "Why don't you ignore me? Just for the little bitch named Luo? What's the point of her? Isn't she just a little charming..."

"Don't talk nonsense..." The man scolded him with no slightness or sternness.

Luo Mingguang was more sure that he was not Zhao Yan. If Zhao Yan was the one who heard others call her little bitch, even if Qi Yu had always been a love for her, she would scold her without any mercy.

No, Brother Yan said that he would never see Qi Yu again in the future. But not only did he meet him today, but his tone was full of love. And if it were real Brother Yan, Song Feng would probably not let Qi Yu come in, and this person, Song Feng's attitude was not so firm. He only gave her the time to hide it, so he let Qi Yu come in.

The conversation between the two continued, but Luo Mingguang's heart ran away, constantly wondering what was going on, why there were two Zhao Yans, and why they were all so tolerant of Qi Yu. Even if the concubine is aligned with Qi Yu, she will not make any false at all.

She was so confused that she thought, was this the secret of the Shunyi Prince's Mansion? 6 Wangji said that after Chun and Zhang Xianxian got married in for 21 years, Zhao Yan's secret appeared and went out with her father. Is this the secret of Brother Yan? But this secret is not intended to be a crime of treason?

She couldn't figure out the key point, so she leaned back and pressed her back against the back wall of the cabinet, lowered her arms and pressed her back against the back wall of the cabinet, and moved one foot back so that the standing posture was more comfortable.

Suddenly, she didn't know what she stepped on under her feet. She felt a small thing separated by the soles of her feet, which seemed to be able to move. She was curious for a moment and stepped on it hard, wanting to feel what kind of thing it was.

The protrusion was stomped on by her and suddenly sank down. Then she felt the cabinet behind her slid up quietly.

Her back was empty, and her body immediately fell backwards. Fortunately, she immediately reacted, afraid that Qi Yu from outside would hear it, so she stopped screaming that rushed to her throat.

Her body rolled to the ground, her eyes lit up, but she was in another space.

And the cabinet once again came to the top and closed silently, leaving her alone in an inexplicable space.

Luo Mingguang was stunned for a while and looked around. He found that this was a small, narrow room with a few oil lamps on the walls, which were burning.

There was nothing in the small room, empty, with no doors or windows, no tables or chairs.

It can't be just a temporary hiding place, right? There is always a chair for people to sit on!

Luo Mingguang muttered in his heart, and looked at the four walls carefully, but nothing was revealed. He only saw that the lamp holder of an oil lamp was brighter than the others next to the cabinet that he had just fallen in.

She guessed that the lamp was probably the mechanism to open the cabinet, because it would be brighter than other lamps because it rubbed too much. But it was not clear whether Qi Yu was still there and it was not the time to go out, so she did not move the lamp.

I can no longer hear the voices in the room here.

Besides, she didn't know why she met such a small house, and she was not ready to go out.

Since I guess that the lamp may be the mechanism that went out, are other oil lamps also turned on?

This thought arose in her mind. She went to see one by one with lights, pressed and twisted one by one. After checking one by one, there was nothing. The oil lamp was an oil lamp.

Since the oil lamp was fine, she looked at the wall again.

Hey, why is there a groove there!
Chapter completed!