Mo Buli's complexion changed, but he didn't say a word, and Ah Lie on the side didn't speak, only looked at Qin Su, with doubts in his eyes.

Qin Su didn't let them wait long, and continued: "In fact, in addition to the edict, Mo Shaojin also has a hole card in his hand, and this hole card is the root of what really makes the first emperor dare not touch the Lu family. It was precisely because of this hole card that Mo Shaojin dared to go to the meeting alone, forcing the first emperor to submit to him. ”

Speaking of this, she slowed down her speech and said word by word: "King Jing once had a son, who was left behind, named Guo Shizhang. ”

Above the clearing, there was a dead silence.

The heavy snow falls silently, the mountain wind rolls lightly, and the broken stones are like mounds.

Mo Buli looked at Qin Su blankly, and the hand behind him subconsciously writhed, and his face was once again blank.

He heard everything Qin Su said.

However, the sound seemed to be separated from his brain, so that he could not understand it.

What is she talking about?

His father has a son?

He opened his mouth, but he felt that his throat was tight, and his brain was even more banging, as if thousands of boulders were colliding with each other, which made him have a short block.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

In my mind, there was a blank space.

"Her Royal Highness Princess...... But really?" said Ari's voice, muttered with extreme uncertainty.

His complexion was not much better than Mo Buli, as white as paper, and his eyes looked at Qin Su like black holes.

Qin Su didn't speak, but only reached out and took out a page from his sleeve and handed it to the dumb slave: "Uncle Lao sent it over to show them." ”

The mute slave took the letter, walked to Mo Bu in front of him, and handed it over.

Mo Buli didn't leave but didn't reach out to take it.

He seemed to be a little unsure of what to do, his cold eyes fixed on the letter, but his hands were firmly behind him, and he even turned his head away and closed his eyes.

His face was very pale, without a trace of blood, and his tightly closed lips were pursed into a straight line, except for the occasional float under his eyelids.

He did this purely out of instinct, as if he didn't know at all, and at this moment, he was almost like a child.

Ah Lie looked at him for a while, sighed silently, stepped forward to take the letter, and slowly unfolded it at Mo Buli's side.

"This is King Jing's handwritten letter back then, and the palace asked someone to extend the copy. Qin Su said indifferently, as if he was slightly apologetic: "There are still a few tokens left by King Jing back then, and the palace has also obtained them, but at this time, it is not good to invite the two of you to take a look." ”

It was clearly a very sincere word, but it was like a hammer in his ears, which made his ears buzz.

As if bewitched by the voice, he opened his eyes and turned his head uncontrollably, a pair of eyes firmly glued to the letter.

At that moment, he seemed to be fighting against something with great strength, his body was tense to the point that he trembled slightly, and sweat drops appeared on his forehead.

It was clear that he didn't want to see it, and he didn't even want to open his eyes.

However, his eyes were wide open, and he subconsciously swept over the letter and read the first sentence:

"There is a lonely son, named Guo Shizhang, born in the eleventh year of Yongping......"

In Mo Buli's eyes, he only saw this sentence.

One sentence is enough.

He staggered a few steps, his trembling hand pressed to his heart, and his face was as white as paper.

Is that...... The handwriting of his father!

He recognized it at a glance, it was indeed his father's handwriting!

The generosity and simplicity in that stroke can no longer be imitated by others.

This is indeed his father's handwriting, and the handwriting he has imitated since he was a child, but he has never imitated it.

And at this moment, this familiar handwriting seemed to come to life, like one iron nail after another, nailed into his eyes, and then nailed into his mind.

Mo Buli's body slammed back, and there was no blood on his pale face

"Guo Shizhang is the younger brother of the emperor's uncle. Qin Su's calm voice sounded, as if he was talking about an inconspicuous trivial matter: "If he is here, the palace will also call him an imperial uncle, and he will also ......."

"Nonsense!" a shrill voice interrupted her.

Qin Su stopped talking and looked at Mo Buli, who was speaking.

Mo Buli seemed to have broken free from that dazed state, his eyes were full of red silk, and he looked at Qin Su steadily, his pale face was distorted: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! This must be a deception, this must be a ......."

Before he finished speaking, a strong feeling of suffocation surged up, and he was dizzy in an instant, and Venus swooped down on him like snow.

"It's not ...... Not really......" He shook his body and stepped back, sweating profusely, instantly soaking wet.

This is not true.

This must not be true.

He said this desperately in his heart.

"Uncle Huang doesn't want to believe this letter, then, presumably, you won't disbelieve this person. Qin Su's indifferent voice sounded again, calm and unwavering.

After that, he struck lightly with both palms.

"Bang", there was a crisp sound on the snow, and then, behind the humble stone house, a person turned out.

Through the heavy snow, Mo couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the people.

It was an old man with silver hair, a slightly chubby figure, a white face, and at least fifty or sixty years old.

As soon as he saw this person, his already pale face quickly turned a layer of dead gray.

"I've seen the county lord...... The king of the county. The old man bowed to Mo Buli slowly, but in a standard metropolitan tone.

Yang ...... Yang Da...... Prisoner?!" Mo Buli looked at him worriedly, took a step back, took another step back, his feet were weak, and he fell on the boulder.

This Yang Eunuch is King Jing's most trusted chamberlain, in charge of King Jing's secrets, almost never shows up, and very few people know him. At that time, every time I saw him, I was in the secret room of King Jing's Mansion.

"You...... Not...... Not dead?" Mo Buli sat on the rock, and his voice was soft and floating, like a dream.

Eunuch Yang showed a wry smile on his face, bowed down and said, "I followed the little county king and stayed in the Lu family all the time. ”

The Lesser Princess...... Lu Jia......

Mo Buli's body shook, and he subconsciously reached out to support the stone, as if to support the weight of his whole body

The stones were covered with snow, and the chill was so cold that it spread all over his body in an instant, and he couldn't help but shiver.

At that moment, the blocked thoughts burst out, like a flood that opened the floodgates, pouring out in an instant, almost drowning him:

On the eve of the nineteenth year of Yongping, the person who replied in the secret room of the palace was no longer Yang Dajian, but another person.

Earlier, in King Jing's study, Mo Buli had found unfamiliar, childlike handwriting, and he asked King Jing who wrote it, but he also never received an exact answer;

Also, in the thirteenth year of Yongping, the year he turned ten years old, he thought that King Jing would give him the crested pendant that he had bought a long time ago, because he had seen it on King Jing's hundred treasure grids. However, in the end, the birthday gift he received was just a piece of ancient ink.