Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Qiongfang Hall is the bedroom of the birth mother of the Ninth Prince, but since Princess Baoxian left with the late emperor three years ago, this palace has been abandoned.

Had they known that the Ninth Prince would come over today, they would have sent someone to take care of it first.

Now it's all right, if the Ninth Prince blames them, they will have to scold them all over their heads.

Just when the little father-in-law was thinking about this and was feeling extremely flustered, Yu Wenjun suddenly stopped.

He glanced lightly at the little eunuch behind him who was dripping with cold sweat: "You step back first."

"Huh?" The little eunuch didn't respond.

"I want to walk alone." Yu Wenjun glanced around and answered lightly.

"Uh, good." The little eunuch retreated quickly as if he had been pardoned.

At this time, only Yu Wenjun was left in the palace.

Looking at the deserted courtyard, Yu Wenjun uncontrollably recalled his childhood.

His mother was once the most beautiful woman in the world, but the beauty did not get happiness when she entered the palace, and the emperor soon lost interest in beauties.

Later, he was born. Although he was a prince, the emperor did not lack princes, and the other concubines tried their best to promote their natal family if they could not get favor.

However, the concubine mother's natal family is just reckless, so she herself is not favored, and there is no help from her natal family in the court, even if he is smart, it will not help.

The mother and son lived their lives as a little transparency in the palace.

As he got older, he was suppressed by other concubines and princes because of his outstanding appearance.

It was the first time that the concubine mother begged the emperor for him. She didn't ask her son to be rich and powerful, but only to grow up safely and smoothly.

Although the emperor was impatient, he agreed and dispatched him to the Northland early.

His father distributed fiefdoms to him in a pretentious name, but the conditions in the Northland were harsh, not as good as the First Prince's Westland.

But at any rate, it can be regarded as leaving the court, a place of right and wrong, and Concubine Baoxian is very content.

But all of these are the intentions of Concubine Baoxian, but Yu Wenjun would rather be bullied with his concubine than enjoy happiness alone.

So Yu Wenjun tried his best to return to the imperial capital, and it was at that time that Bai Junjun came into his vision.

At that time, Yu Wenjun really thought about marrying Bai Junjun so that he could stay in the imperial capital and take care of his mother.

However, before he started his plan, the country was in chaos.

Not to mention that my mother would die in this national turmoil.

Although others said that my mother followed the late emperor on her own, how could he not know.

The mother concubine has no relationship with the emperor at all, and it is impossible to follow her. Her death must have been forced.

The people who coerced her were in this palace—those false bodhisattvas who were hiding in the deep palace compound, eating fast and praying to Buddha.

Yu Wenjun's eyes deeply pushed away from the concubine's room, and a smell of rotten wood came out.

But he didn't mind at all, instead he closed his eyes and breathed happily.

He walked in step by step, as if his mother's lullaby was whispering in his ears, Yu Wenjun walked in obsessively.

At this moment, the door behind him closed tightly with a "bang".

He turned his head vigilantly, and saw two men in black standing quietly behind him, and there were four or five more men in black in front of him.

These people hid in the dilapidated and dark room, and through the musty smell and dilapidated environment, they didn't notice it at all.

Yu Wenjun slowly pursed his lips and sneered:

"I didn't want to seek revenge tonight, but since you are going to die, I can only do it."

"Stop talking nonsense, you will definitely die today." The man in black rushed up.

Yu Wenjun drew his sword resolutely, and a silver-white cold light pierced the sky, and Bai Lou Sword, one of the four great swords, was born.