According to the Youchao carriage level regulations, the carriage decorated with silver appearance can only be royal relatives who enjoy the title of king, and there are a few founding masters. In addition, the only ones who can be made are national sages enthroned by the emperor are the people respected by the emperor.

Such an honor, hanging on a man who looks like a god, can't help but make his identity extremely mysterious.

At this time, Youmeng noticed that on one of the eaves on the outer wall of the carriage, there was a jade plaque engraved on the surface of the plaque.

"Yin".

"Are there any powerful people named Yin in the Dayou Dynasty?"

Youmeng murmured to himself, unable to think of any reason, so she turned to ask the guards: "Who is the young master who left here just now?"

They glanced at Youmeng indifferently, and all remained silent.

"Talk you guys!" Youmeng frowned, "Where did you come from? Why did you enter the palace?"

They were still silent and stood still, not even looking at her this time.

After being neglected, Youmeng was very dissatisfied and scolded angrily: "I am the little princess. You are so bold, how dare you ignore this princess' question?"

Seeing this situation, Xingsu couldn't help but step forward and grabbed Youmeng, pulled her aside, glanced at the guards, and whispered to her: "Forget Youmeng, these people seem to have a lot of origin. No matter what you ask, they won't answer."

"This is the palace. Someone can have such great courage and even the noble royal family is not taken seriously." Youmeng raised her eyes and looked at the direction of Changxingmen. The white figure imprinted into her mind, "This group of people is really mysterious."

Xingsu suddenly thought of something: "Youmeng, will this young master also come to run for your son-in-law?"

Youmeng was stunned for a moment, "I'm not sure." She pulled Xingsu, "Let's go back to Nanke Palace and look at the list."

At the same time, in the garden of Princess's Mansion and Gaotangtai, Su Zhi was sitting alone beside the stone table, with Heizi in his left hand and Baizi in his right hand playing with him.

The game is a fairy, the chess method is yin and yang, the Tao is the latitude and latitude, and the square is the latitude and list.

The black chess is like a night abyss, and can move freely, and the shape of the chess is stretched.

White chess is like Su Zhi, without showing off his edge or being sharp, but invisibly restrains the black chess’ steps.

The black and white pieces fell alternately and suddenly fell into a deadlock.

He held a white piece between him, his eyes were calm, but there was no wave in his heart. It was a subtle sense. When he was young and his younger brother had not yet died, he often felt the same way, but why did he have it now?

He was deeply trapped in his thoughts.

"Heque, I will go to the palace to choose a prince-consort tomorrow." Last night, he and Youmeng were walking along the long dike. Youmeng stopped talking for a long time and finally said.

"Yeah." He responded lightly, not too much emotion.

"What should come will come, and I can't hide it." She felt lost, "To put it bluntly, this is just the wish of my father and mother. In fact, I don't want it in my heart."

He said calmly: "No need to say the princess, I understand it."

Youmeng was silent for a moment and said to him: "I have carefully arranged this ceremony and set up many levels. I hope this method can determine my destiny."

His steps stopped, raised his head and looked at her meaningfully.

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In Nanke Palace, Youmeng unfolded a memorial and his eyes were shuttled through the dense names of people.

"There is no young man surnamed Yin in this selected list..." After glanced over, the answer was a little disappointed.
Chapter completed!