On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1563 Father is also my bottom line

Huo Changhe turned around.

When he saw that the person coming was Taoist Xuanqing, his brows slightly frowned.

"You again? What's going on?"

The wounds on Taoist Xuanqing's face had healed a little, but there were still bruises, and he didn't have the Goddess of Heavenly Eyes with him.

"Your Majesty, I have something I want to discuss with you in private."

Huo Changhe's face darkened: "This king has nothing to discuss with you."

Taoist Xuanqing flicked his whisk and said, "Your Highness, why are you resisting so much? This time, I am not talking to you about the princess. I promise that I will never mention the princess. If I do, even if Your Highness kills me, I will not complain."

Huo Changhe thought for a moment and asked, "Where should we talk?"

Taoist Xuanqing pointed sideways and said, "Let's go to the teahouse together."

Inside the teahouse, guests were crowded, people were coming and going, and greetings were heard constantly.

The boss was busy making tea in the back, his wife, son, and daughter-in-law all joined in, and Zhou Baicha kept shuttling between the customers.

Seeing Huo Changhe coming, everyone stood up to greet him, and Zhou Baicha quickly took them to the private room on the second floor.

After sitting down, Zhou Baicha asked with a smile: "Prince, Taoist priest, what would you like to drink?"

Huo Changhe said without hesitation: "Just drink the new drink."

"Yes."

Taoist Xuanqing said: "I am nostalgic, so I will give you a pot of black tea."

Zhou Baicha was stunned and asked in surprise: "Master, don't you not drink black tea?"

Taoist Xuanqing hesitated for a moment and said, "People's tastes change."

"But……"

"Just do as I say."

"Ok."

Zhou Baicha hurried downstairs to prepare.

Huo Changhe glanced at Taoist Xuanqing, and he also remembered that Zhou Baicha once told him and Yan Ruyu that Taoist Xuanqing did not drink black tea.

However, it is difficult to say about the taste, and changes are common.

Huo Changhe didn't have the time to waste time talking to him, and said straight to the point: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Zhou Baicha brought the tea. Taoist Xuanqing stood up and wanted to pour tea for Huo Changhe, but Huo Changhe raised his hand to refuse.

Pour a cup of lemon honey black tea, it’s just the right amount, not too hot or too cold, sour and sweet, and really delicious.

Thinking of Yan Ruyu, Huo Changhe's heart was sweeter than the tea, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Suddenly, he wanted to go home and see Yan Ruyu. He felt a little regretful that he had gone crazy and actually followed this Taoist priest here.

"Since you don't want to talk, I won't accompany you."

He stood up to leave, and Taoist Xuanqing took a sip of tea slowly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to know the whereabouts of your father?"

Huo Changhe immediately fixed his eyes on him, as sharp as a knife or a sword.

"What did you say?" Huo Changhe said in a cold tone, "I warn you, don't talk nonsense just to attract my attention. The princess is my bottom line, and so is my father."

Taoist Xuanqing met his gaze and said firmly: "Your Majesty, every word I say is not nonsense."

Huo Changhe looked down at him with murderous intent in his eyes: "Then tell me, what do you mean by mentioning my father? Don't tell me that you know his whereabouts."

Taoist Xuanqing nodded: "Your Majesty, please take a seat."

"I can provide you with a clue. Go and investigate, and you will know the answer by asking."

Huo Changhe didn't move or sit, just stared at him without saying a word.

Taoist Xuanqing continued, "Your Majesty, do you know where the Jingchao tribe is now?"

"That was the tribe that my father persuaded to surrender, and their hometown was also responsible for their resettlement. How could I not know this? If you have something to say, just say it, don't ask me back."

I hate this kind of mystification and raising questions the most.

Taoist Xuanqing took a sip of tea and said, "Your Majesty, please send someone to that village to find a man named Li Baru."

Although the Jing Dynasty tribe surrendered and moved into the territory of the Li Dynasty, their names still retained some of their original flavor.

Pick a surname and add it to your original name, and it becomes a Chinese name.

Of course Huo Changhe knew all this.

Taoist Xuanqing continued, "Li Baru is the grandson of the old chief. He should know some important information. If the prince sends someone to find him, there will definitely be unexpected gains."

Huo Changhe was thinking hard. When the Jing Dynasty tribe surrendered, not all people in the tribe agreed. Some people felt that they could not forget their ancestors and wanted to die on their own land.

The old chief was one of them.

He did die on his own land. Seeing that his surrender could not be reversed, he committed suicide in his tent the night before his surrender.

Because of this, there was a commotion and the surrender almost failed.

If the old prince hadn't turned the tide, things might have changed.

Huo Changhe also knew about this matter. Although he did not see it with his own eyes, he had heard from his father that the old chief had died and his family was in grief, and they must have been resentful in their hearts.

But as time went by, the Jing Dynasty tribe did behave well after joining the Li Dynasty. There were no disturbances, nor were there any conflicts with people in the surrounding villages. When the old prince was alive, he often sent people to investigate and inquire, and asked officials there to write letters to report from time to time.

Later, when he learned that they had begun to intermarry with people from surrounding villages, the old prince was finally relieved.

Assimilation and intermarriage are the best ways. When the rough tribal men marry the delicate and intelligent Han women, their wildness will gradually be tamed, they will become gentle, and they will yearn for a stable and warm life.

It had been a long time since he mentioned or thought about that tribe or that place. But when Taoist Xuanqing suddenly mentioned it, Huo Changhe remembered many past events.

I also miss my father even more.

"Your Highness, I am at Yunzhong Temple. You can send someone to keep an eye on me. If you are still worried, you can let me stay at the inn in the city. That is fine. You can send someone to investigate. If I say anything false, Your Highness will come and take my life at any time."

This is a conspiracy.

But Huo Changhe had to go.

Regardless of whether the news is true or false, or whether there is a trap there, he has to make this trip.

"Well, remember your words."

Huo Changhe turned to leave, and Taoist Xuanqing said behind him: "Your Majesty, I have a piece of advice for you. Don't tell the princess about this, and don't take her with you."

Huo Changhe sneered, said nothing, and strode away.

Taoist Master Xuanqing did not leave immediately. He drank his tea slowly and was in a good mood.

Huo Changhe hurried back home. There was a lot of noise all around him, but he could hear nothing. Only Taoist Xuanqing's words echoed in his ears.

That village, Li Baru, the old chief's grandson, what would he know?

Could he know the whereabouts of his father?

Ever since his father disappeared, he has never given up the search. Three groups of secret guards have been away all this time, all for his father.

Will there really be a clue this time?

Huo Changhe was both excited and a little scared.

I walked into the mansion, went to the study, passed through the moon gate, and met Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu noticed at a glance that something was wrong with his expression and was about to ask what was going on when Huo Changhe stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

Yan Ruyu was stunned, raised her arm and gently stroked his back, without asking any questions immediately, waiting for him to calm down.