After coming out of the imperial study, when walking through the winding corridor, he met Feng He in a prince's costume, and a pair of pretty eyes seemed to pass by Feng He inadvertently, in fact, he had already seen his demeanor and expression at a glance.

"Rong Yu has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. She was elegant and very ladylike, and bowed to Feng He.

Looking at Yao Ling in front of him, a trace of darkness flashed in Prince Fenghe's eyes, and he disappeared without a trace.

"Should I call you Princess Rongyu, or should I call you the Changeling Little Magic Bell?"

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you can call it however you like. Yaoling said with a natural expression.

"What is the matter with entering the palace today?" the haughty tone showed his identity.

"The emperor called me for questioning. Yao Ling replied, thinking that he had startled his horse when he first saw the wind river, and that he should have let him fall off his horse if he knew that he was still so arrogant.

Feng He's cold eyes flashed, "What is the matter with your father?" he asked coldly, but his heart was a little empty.

"Your Majesty has nothing to do, just chatted with me about the assassin yesterday, and the matter of treating the queen's mother. Yaoling's mind turned and she talked nonsense to confuse Feng He.

For some reason, a dark cloud flashed across Feng He's face, "Have you found out the origin of those assassins?"

Yao Ling's heart quickly crossed a trace of doubt, he didn't ask about the queen's illness, but anxiously asked about the origin of those assassins, and the corners of his mouth quietly flashed a trace of cunning, "Your Majesty didn't say, just asked where the thunderbolts in the hands of those assassins came from." Let me find out if the Wu family has sold thunderbolts to various countries without permission?"

"What do you say. Wind River looked indifferent.

Yao Ling said as if she didn't care: "I walked the rivers and lakes, and I heard that the Wu family rules are very strict, and anyone who sells thunderbolt bombs to private guides in the world's martial arts chaos will be executed even if they are chased back to the ends of the earth." Therefore, the thunderbolts used by those assassins were never from the Wu family. So I concluded that the thunderbolts must have come from the Royal Guard. After speaking, her pair of sparkling eyes deliberately glanced at Feng He.

Looking at Yaoling's sweeping gaze, Feng He somehow felt weak in his heart. But nothing has changed on the surface. This made Yaoling feel a little inexplicably disappointed.

"yes, that's what I thought, but the Royal Guard has checked it and hasn't lost the thunderbolts. Wind River said as if talking to himself.

"Well, I still have important things to do," he said as he proudly walked past Yaoling's side. A pair of cold eyes swept over Yaoling's face, but Yaoling looked at it.

Looking at the back of Fenghe in the distance, Yaoling's beautiful big eyes flickered a few times, and she didn't know what to think again.

Back at the Xuanwang Mansion, Yao Ling told Feng Zhao and Yueming about the encounter with Fenghe, and after the two of them pondered, Yueming on the side suddenly said, "Dalong's royal guards have not lost their thunderbolts, but if these thunderbolts are from other countries such as the Ji Kingdom." The final tone was a little heavier.

Hearing this, Yaoling, who was eating pastries, was stunned, looked at her and said slowly: "I saw thistle Rujin yesterday. Then I felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, could it be that Ji Rujin came to the imperial capital to assassinate Feng Qing?

"Sister. Sister," Rong Jianghai's voice came from outside.

"I heard that the emperor has summoned you to the palace. Did you get any reward?" The people had not yet fully entered, but the unconcealed excitement of the question drifted into everyone's ears.

Yaoling couldn't help frowning, this brother is too annoying.

Rong Jianghai, who was dressed in a fox fur coat, was full of prosperity and wealth, and when he came to Yaoling, his eyes were full of smiles. This sister really gave Jiang Li a long face.

"Brother, can you stop being so flamboyant," Yaoling shook her head helplessly.

"What do you know, silly sister, you saved the emperor and concubine of Dalong, that is the glory of our Jiang Li, I have to take the reward back to Jiang Li to show my father and the people of Jiang Li, although we Jiang Li are small, we are also talented, right. ”

"Can Prince Rong see Jiang Xuerong these two days?" asked lightly, without any emotion.

"That wild girl, I don't know where she went, I went to look for her, but there was no one. Rong Jianghai scratched his head and said with interest.

Yueming and Fengzhao looked at each other for a moment, looking at the expressions of the two, not only Rong Jianghai but also Yaoling's face showed a trace of doubt, "Jiang Xuerong's identity has been found out?" Rong Jianghai asked casually.

Feng Zhao couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at this seemingly unobtrusive prince, it seemed that he was not just playing when he approached Jiang Xuerong.

"Jiang Xuerong left in a carriage like thistle," Yueming said without saltiness.

"What?!" Rong Jianghai looked surprised.

Stopping the hand that took the pastry, Yao Ling suddenly raised a pair of bright eyes and stared at Yueming tightly, and only after a long time did he react and asked in a low voice: "Could it be that he was sent by Ji Rujin?"

Yueming nodded slightly. For a moment there was silence in the room.

Two days later, the envoys of Western Wu still had Yueqing, and Rong Jianghai embarked on the journey back. Looking at the convoy that was leaving in the distance, Fengzhao and Yueming Yaoling did not speak for a long time. On the long pavilion in the Qingli Palace, Chang Ruoli faced the south, looked up at the clouds in the distant sky, and stood beside Feng Ze with a gentle expression, and the two were silent for a long time.

"What do you think of this image?" In the Mansion of King Xuan, in Yueming's residence, Yaoling played chess with Fengzhao, and Yueming on the side was drawing a picture with a brush at the table. Since Rong Jianghai left, the Xuan Wang's Mansion has instantly cleaned up a lot. The chrysanthemums on the South Gate Square have also been withdrawn one after another, and the entire imperial capital seems to be a lot cleaner.

After finishing the painting, Yueming handed the painting in his hand to Yaoling and asked.

Looking at the painting, Yaoling's eyes are sluggish, the painting is a woman who is very similar to Yaoling, the difference is that the beautiful big eyes of the person in the painting contain sadness and surprise, she turned around and looked into the distance, and at her feet was a chrysanthemum that had broken the pot.

Yaoling, who looked at the painting, was silent for a long time, neither saying that it looks like nor does it look like, but just looks blankly. Feng Zhao on the opposite side saw Yaoling's appearance and Yueming glanced at each other, stretched out his hand and took the painting from Yaoling's hand, and after a while, he said softly: "It's this person, right?"

Yaoling, who had mist in his eyes, nodded, and Fengzhao couldn't help but look shocked, that day Yaoling cried and said that he met his mother at the flower show, he only said that Yaoling missed his mother, but when he saw this painting today, he couldn't help but suspect that this woman was really Yaoling's mother. A pair of handsome eyes looked at the moon again, and after the two were silent for a while, Feng Zhao called outside: "Lancao, come to Yan." ”

Yan Di, who didn't have a heroic face, walked in.

"Give this painting to Limeng. He was instructed to send people around the imperial capital to search for the person in the painting. ”

"Subordinate Order. Yan Di took the painting and walked out of the room quickly.

At this time, in the small house with a plane tree on South Street, the woman who bought a beautiful face stood quietly with her hand on the pillar, her eyes seemed to be looking at the plane tree in the courtyard, and it was as if she hadn't looked at anything again. In front of her eyes, she seemed to see the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in March, but there was the cry of a baby and the sound of desperate running. There seemed to be a gentle and soft whisper in his ear: "I want to give you a grand canonization ceremony, and I want the people of Jiangli to know that you are my favorite woman Rong Yuan." Tears unconsciously wet the placket of his chest.