Fu Ling's words were very ruthless, and he didn't care about it at all. At that time, the moonlight was clear, and her finely carved silver plate face was also a little more charming under the moonlight.

Hearing this, Zhou Dai looked at Fu Ling quietly and took a step forward angrily. As she moved, the clogs embroidered with Dongzhu jade pieces under her feet made a crisp sound, which was pleasant to the ear, which made Yi'er in her arms smile softly, which eased the originally calm atmosphere a little.

Hearing this laughter, Zhou Dai lowered her head unhurriedly, a wisp of deep thought flashed on her clear and dignified face, and in a moment, she frowned and untied the clothes of the baby in her arms, and turned Yi'er over, revealing his delicate white buttocks in the moonlight.

Facing the bright red fire-streaked birthmark on the child's buttocks, Zhou Dai's gaze sank, and her delicate makeup face showed a little disbelief.

In this way, after being silent for a while, Zhou Dai finally came back to his senses and looked at Fu Ling. She seemed to be smiling, crying, and said with a confused expression: "If I really throw him to death on the spot, I'm afraid that the next moment, you will kill your mother, when Luo He was born, I was the first to take him from the hands of my mother-in-law." He is the same as his mother, he has a fire-streaked birthmark on his buttocks, and it is precisely because of this that the king attaches great importance to him and has high hopes Ah Ling, tell me, how can this abandoned child picked up on the side of the road have these almost identical fire-streaked birthmarks on his body?"

As for this, Zhou Dai's beautiful face that was not destroyed by the wind and frost was even darker, and for a moment, he already stared at Fu Ling with an indifferent face with a cold face, looked at her, and shook his head word by word and said" Sure enough, the dragon gives birth to the dragon, the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix, and you are very calculating, you are very similar to me, so when the prince's coffin returned to Ye that day, you knew that you were pregnant, so in order to protect the child, you did not hesitate to send the funeral, hurt people, just to avoid being blamed to return to Fengyi to give birth, and today you went to Jinshan at night, and it is also for this child, you count that I will come, and I can't deceive others when I count that I am a mother, and I will have no choice but to help, but Ah Lingna, Luo He is dead, the lights are dead, and the lights are extinguished, and you go to the tea and cool, why do you still give birth to this rebel son and drip this troubled water”

When the "mother" heard this, Fu Ling did not refute it. She stared at Zhou Dai in a daze, her expression was stunned, her eyes were red, and she laughed until she laughed, and then said in a low voice, "Since I was born, it has been difficult to be protected by my mother." Since I was a child, Luo He raised me and protected me, and he coaxed me to fall when I was a toddler, and he accompanied him for the first time in the monthly letter. He taught me to raise me, love me, love me, love me, so whether he rises or extinguishes, my pure heart for him will last forever, and my mother will look down on you too much, I will not only leave a child for him, but also avenge him and hate him for the rest of my life, and I will pay him back with my life."

As he spoke, Fu Ling stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Dai.

At that time, the arrogance and nobility between her eyebrows and eyes were still there, but suddenly there was a little more firm and cold, she said with stubbornness, "Why did my mother say that this is a muddy water, the king loves Luo He, if you know that he has a queen, shouldn't it be a great joy, and my mother has been in love with power for a long time, and why do I know that this is my child with Luo He, I am not in a hurry to praise him as a grandson, but he is a rebel, and even asked me why I gave birth to him, whether you have known Luo He's death for a long time, it is not accidental, so you avoided it like a snake and scorpion."

In the dark of night, the mountains were very silent. Between Zhou Dai and Fu Ling, there was an extremely depressed and depressed air flow slowly, only the toothless Yi'er who didn't know anything in Zhou Dai's arms opened a pair of bright eyes and gently fanned, and from time to time, he also made babbling soft whispers.

Hearing this, Zhou Dai's eyes flickered for a moment, but after a moment, he was already indifferent. She smiled sarcastically, pulled her lips and said, "Now that the times have changed, even the king has no doubt about the death of the prince, why do you want to force the investigation, and do you know why today's son-in-law's ceremony was not done in a big way, it was because the young master of Ningchuan broke into the palace and almost injured her life."

Hearing about Ningchuan City, Fu Ling couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and said suspiciously, "My son has always been kind and weak, how can I provoke that fighter's murderous intent?"

Seeing the incomprehension and doubt in Fu Ling's eyes, Zhou Dai smiled coldly, and after a moment, he sneered lightly without hurrying, "But the world knows that the Holy Emperor set up a treasure house to hide treasures from all directions." However, the key to the treasure house was a piece of warm jade called Fengque. When the Holy Emperor was born, Feng Que was also buried in the underground palace with him. The underground palace has a lot of organs, even if the snoopers don't know how many people have been in the past hundred years, they can only go and never return. However, more than ten years ago, Lou listened to the rumors and stole the dungeon-shaped map and took out Fengque from Shengtian. In this way, there was the Southern Xinjiang Rebellion that year. ”

"Mother means that more than ten years ago, the Zheng people attacked Zhou, not for the fishermen's disaster, but for the Feng Qianlou who cares about taking Fengque, but why is it that he is embarrassed by his son, not after Lou, and Lou Hou gave Fengque to his son"

Seeing that she was well organized, Zhou Dai smiled lowly, his graceful face was cold, and his eyes were sharp and mocked, "No, back then, the lord of Ningchuan City, Feng Yu, came to take it in person, but he didn't get anything from the Lou family. What's more, if Feng Que is in the son's place, the Lou family in the nunnery today, I am afraid that he has already been a dead man for more than ten years, and the Zheng people and us are looking at each other across the river, most of them are because of Feng Que. Lou An is still able to sit firmly in southern Xinjiang, not so much because of his military achievements, but because of his atonement. The Lou family's shrewdness and viciousness are ostensibly to keep the Lou family's wealth, but when you look at it today, it is just harming others and yourself."

Saying that, Zhou Dai's expression changed again, she raised her hand and pointed to her own heart, her back was straight, her cool eyes looked at Fu Ling, her tone was very shallow, but she also said very gently, "Our wealth is enough, there is no need to fight the ideas of our ancestors, where Feng Que is has nothing to do with us." However, because there is a blood curse outside the treasure house, if you want to open it, you must get a blood sacrifice. The hard work of Feng Que and the people of the Wu Zhou clan is the key to truly unlocking the treasure house. Feng Qianlou is the young master of Ningchuan, so he naturally knows what is going on. In this way, as long as the blood of the Zhou family flows, it is like walking on the tip of a knife, and it is easy to be slaughtered. In this way, not to mention that the position of the prince is now void and there is no master, and the battle between the prince and the prince is not endless. Just talk about the thousands of sinister people who coveted the treasure house of Wu Zhou, and talk about the son who almost died in Huangquan a few days ago, and you are willing to make this young son public to the world, as for the dangerous place, if it is not a troubled water, what is it?"

Although Zhou Dai's words are a little evasive, they are not false. It also made it clear that although she couldn't ignore their orphans and widows, she would never care about Luo He's idle affairs.

Fu Ling listened silently, and she also knew it. She was not lost because of revenge, so she looked back at the tombstone with cold eyes, and after a while, she finally picked the corners of her mouth, and her voice became more and more cold, and she said softly to Zhou Dai, "What my mother said is very true." ”

Seeing that she didn't entangle much, Zhou Dai's tense body seemed to relax a little. She sighed, and then carefully looked at the Yi'er in her arms, extremely calm, incomparably coercing, but also did not hesitate to say, "If you don't want to go back to the house today, then you will go back tomorrow, I will take this child away, I am very disappointed in you, and I am very angry and pick up from the side of the road only his birthmark must not be left from now on, you can only be his sister like this, are you willing?"

Hearing this, Fu Ling was not surprised, but smiled. The smile was too vast to tell whether it was joy or sorrow. She just took a deep look at the innocent Yi'er who was still unknown in her swaddling clothes, and the corners of her mouth raised, then she turned around, clasped her hands tightly, and took the lead down the mountain step by step.

The wind on the summer night was warm and refreshing, but her hands and feet were already cold for no reason. She knew that this was the best way for her and her Yi'er to retreat. She also knew that the flowers and trees in her memory, the fresh clothes and angry horses, were getting farther and farther away from her. The person she was waiting for would never come back, and she would never go back, and she could no longer hold him and her child, hug the last thought he left for her, and listen to the soft sound of A-Niang. But this is the path she chose after all, and even if she drains all her blood, she has to give her Luo He justice

Walking along the secret passage of the palace, I came to a vacant mansion after a while. Zhou Rushui followed Wang Yuxi closely and pushed the door out, and saw a black shadow swept forward like a ghost, walked in front of them, saluted, and handed over two cloud gauze hats.

Seeing this, Zhou Rushui put his mind at ease, nodded lightly at the man in black, and was about to reach out to pick up the hat in his hand, Wang Yuxi had already stretched out his hand one step ahead of her, took the hat, turned around, and leaned over to put it on for her.

Seeing this, Zhou Rushui smiled lightly, a pair of big eyes bent like the moon, and didn't say much, but took the initiative to hold his cold palm, followed him through the weedy courtyard, and walked to the door of the house sealed from the inside.

The night is silent, and the moonlight is like water. At that time, the dusk drum had sounded, and it was a night fast. The street was silent, and there was not half a human figure, so that every door and window on the side of the street became more and more quiet and deep.

Out of the house, Zhou Rushui stood on the empty street and looked up, only then did he realize that the courtyard here was hidden in the market of South Street, and the diagonal opposite it was the cloth shop of Liu Zheng's maternal uncle Xu Jing.

Seeing this, Zhou Rushui's delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned under the cloud gauze hat, and he couldn't help but say to Wang Yuxi in surprise: "Why is it that there are guards on duty at the front and back of the South Street Entrance, if you want to go out, it is not easy, and in addition to a tea shop, the rest are some salt and grain cloth shops, where can you go?"

Zhou Rushui's words were clear and reasonable, and he called Wang Yuxi to bask slightly. He glanced at the corner of the street without a trace, and only after a moment, he glanced at her with a smile and said, "The little princess is so smart" said, already with long legs, up