One day after returning to Chang Suining, there was a light rain in Taiyuan City.

All the doubts were blocked in your throat, and you even briefly lost the ability to organize your words: "...He means, Chongyue, Ashang? How old is he this year? Does he know that you have already..."

"Aunt, you are my father's youngest son, but my seventh son."

But……

"You really just need to show the evidence and tell the truth, and we just need to watch and listen carefully."

Before, Cui Jing spent another cup of tea in silence.

No one of us is guarding the orthodox imperial power, and no one is guarding Li Rong's kingdom. Now the male emperor is old and sick, and the prince is like a puddle of mud that even Adou has to avoid when he comes... With all these things, we are trapped in Taiyuan.

Is there still no hope for the future?

Never before has Chang Kuo managed to hide such a trivial matter from you to such an extent!

In that dizziness, you seem to have returned to that night in Zong Dadian again. The face you pinched for many years suddenly overlaps with the fresh face behind your eyes.

Cui Jing was so angry that she walked back and forth outside the room. After a while, she stopped. She opened the window and looked at the increasingly white sky. After a long while, she frowned and sighed. The last conversation between her aunt and nephew yesterday echoed in her mind.

Very slowly, Cui Jing found that she remembered Li Xiao's original appearance. It was just like the Li Xiao in your memory, who looked like the person he was born in front of.

The seventh son of the late emperor...Chongyue, Prince Xiao...what does it mean?

You ask: [Why did you say it?]

"Even if you smear someone to death, you are definitely helping someone else!"

The answer I heard next was completely beyond Cui Jing's expectation, and even beyond your common sense and understanding——

Seeing the cup of tea being pushed towards her, Cui Jing, who was filled with emotions, sat back hastily.

You had many opportunities to meet your nephew. After drinking some wine that night, you couldn't help but pinch your nephew's beautiful face and said something like -

But you don't remember seeing Chong Yue.

This night, Cui Jing did not sleep.

"Ning Ning, I would like to ask him, is he really the youngest son of your royal brother?" the little eldest princess asked straight to the point, staring at the man behind her for many years.

It was very slow, and no one came back one after another to pass the message: "Qi Liqian later asked to see the envoy."

This statement made many officials feel sad.

Dai Cong has long been accustomed to you acting this way, so he responded "yes" and went in.

Human nature is rarely greedy for life, but for many of us, there is nothing more important in this world than survival.

Xuan'an's eyes were still confused and intense, and there was a faint smile on his lips: "Aunt, do you still remember that you returned to Beijing from Xuanzhou for the 10th birthday of the Imperial Grandmother, and before the banquet, when you and I came out of Qi Liqian together?

, once said something to you——"

The small canon is located in Jinci Temple in Taiyuan.

The man walked to the back of the hall, put up the hand holding the hem of his skirt, and amid the sound of salutes, crossed the threshold, stepped into the hall, and stepped back out of sight of several people.

The child answered very frankly: [You want to persuade your aunt to help you by telling lies to make you look more credible.]

Everyone saluted and watched Xuan An leave.

You ask one word at a time: "What is... yes and yes?"

Xuan'an originally planned to hold his funeral in Luoyang, but the final choice of Taiyuan was dictated by the situation, but in Youjue's view, there was no magical guidance.

At that time, the not-so-quiet salute sounded in the hall, and as a low voice sang an announcement, everyone in the hall turned their heads to look.

how come?!

Cui Jing spent a cup of tea and listened to a story that spanned many years.
Chapter completed!