"The prince is in the house, wait for me to report. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" walked outside the house, Changyu stood still, turned his head to the streamer and said.

The streamer didn't make a sound, and Changyu walked outside the house. The guards of King Huairong, who were guarding the door, saw that it was Changyu and did not stop him.

After the briefing, Changyu returned to the streamer and stood on her side.

When the streamer entered the room where King Huairong was, it was an old woman inside who opened the door.

The yellow sand of the Northland blew her face a little yellow, just like the rough skin of a Northland woman. She had a frosty face, but her hair was neat and simple, standing at the door, looking at the streamer, seeing the mask on her face, she was stunned at first, and then smiled, and the smile was the gentleness that only southern women have: "Girl, the prince is invited." ”

Streamer glanced at her, nodded, and headed inside.

But the two girls could only wait outside. The old lady's eyes fell on Zhihua and Hongshan, who wanted to follow behind her.

Zhihua and Hongshan paused, looked at the old woman, and then looked at the streamer.

Streamer was already standing on the stairs of the room, she turned her head to look at Zhihua and Hongshan, and then nodded, "Just wait for me outside." Then he turned and went into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, the strong smell of medicine came to my face. The streamer under the mask frowned. Turning into the back room, there was a maid standing at the door of the back room, and the rest were all personal soldiers.

Prince Huairong was lying on the bed, his face was yellow and dull, and his whole person was emaciated. Covered with a quilt made of silk weaving, all of which were blue and plain, King Huairong was dressed in a white undergarment, his eyes were slightly closed, and he lay motionless on the bed, and the sound of breathing was so faint that he could barely hear it.

Chun Er sat on the edge of the bed, saw the streamer come in, got up and stepped aside, silent, as if the two did not know each other.

Streamer walked straight to King Huairong's sickbed, clasped his hands into fists, and walked with a military salute, his voice was neither humble nor arrogant: "The people's daughter Streamer, I have seen the prince!"

Hearing the voice, King Huairong opened his eyes, turned his head, and his cloudy eyeballs fell on Streamer, and finally his gaze fixed on her mask.

He opened his mouth, because he had been on the sickbed all year round, his body had been weak to the limit, and he was angry: "You guys, all go down." ”

Hearing this, Chun'er stepped back first. The cronies standing in the middle of the house, and the maids standing by the door of the inner room, all retreated, and only the old lady who was left was standing in front of the sickbed, looking at King Huairong on the bed with a worried face, rubbing her hands a little helplessly.

"Atsui, you can step down too, it's okay. As he spoke, King Huairong looked at the old woman, tugging at the corners of his mouth weakly, giving her a reassuring look.

Exhaling softly, the old lady named Acui took one last worried look at the Huairong prince on the sickbed, turned around and walked outside the house.

There was a sound of the door closing, and there was no one left in the room. King Huairong's gaze retracted, and he looked at the streamer standing next to the bed.

"Zi Pei wrote to me, you...... Is it a masterpiece streamer?" King Huairong lay in front of the bed, looking at the streamer, his voice was weak, and he asked very softly.

Streamer didn't nod or shake his head, but walked into King Huairong's bed and squatted down gently.

Half-kneeling beside the bed, Streamer gently took off the mask on his face and looked at King Huairong: "Fifth uncle...... It's me. The voice was as light as King Huairong, I don't know if it was for fear of being heard by outsiders, or if it was too loud to make King Huairong on the sickbed.

King Huairong's weak and godless eyes looked straight at the half-kneeling streamer in front of the bed.

Streamer half-squatted and half-knelt beside the couch, letting King Huairong look at it, his eyes were gentle.

"You ......" King Huairong slowly opened his mouth, his face furrowed, but he didn't know what to say next.

In the whole world, there are only two women who can call him the fifth uncle.

One is now in the Nanshang Palace, the eldest princess who is high, and the other is the eldest princess who died many years ago......

"It's me, Shu'er. Streamer half-squatted in front of King Huairong's bed, his voice was lowered, and he looked at King Huairong's face with a smile that he hadn't seen his relatives for many years.

King Huairong is her own uncle who has doted on her since she was a child, and always calls her by her name, saying that she is his lovely little sister, and later grew into a girl.

"Shu'er......" King Huairong half-muttered, half-unclear emotion, looked at the streamer, and said, "How can you be Shu'er?"

How could it be Shu'er, who died ten years ago......

Streamer didn't say anything more, but continued, "Fifth uncle, do you remember what your father told you before leaving?

She wasn't sure if her father had told King Huairong about this, if it was her previous speculation, it was directly told to Yunduo. But after thinking about it, if only Yun Duo knew and King Huairong could enter the capital before telling him, the things in her hands would not be so important.

When King Huairong heard this, he suddenly got up from the bed, and fell back because of his weakness, he forgot the pain on his body for a while, and just looked at the streamer with his eyes like a torch: "You...... Is it really Shu'er?!"

Streamer looked at King Huairong and nodded, his eyes full of determination: "I know this may sound a little unbelievable, but I don't have that much time to explain it to the fifth uncle one by one." ”

As he spoke, the streamer suppressed his voice to no longer be lower, and used his internal force to send the word into King Huairong's ears: "The concubine in the second room is dead, and the fifth uncle must know, but I have got all the things on her, as well as the things I put in the palace back then." ”

King Huairong listened to the words of the streamer, and the incredulity in his eyes still couldn't be dispersed, these earth-shattering words made him a little stunned for a while, and he didn't know how to react.

Saying that, the streamer stepped back, his body was half kneeling straight, and he looked at King Huairong, his eyes were full of determination: "Originally, I didn't plan to tell you, but I have already told him this." But I don't want to hide it from you, I still need your support when I march and fight in the army in the future. ”

Streamer said concisely, but slowly, so that King Huairong could hear it really and clearly: "That talisman ......" He wanted to say that there were only half of the talismans of the Liaobei Army, but he still didn't dare to say it. He still didn't believe it......

Streamer didn't see the disbelief and hesitation in King Huairong's eyes, and said without concealment: "The right half of the talisman is in my hand, and my father gave it to me before leaving, and I was originally going to hand it over to the fifth uncle, but then the world changed, and I never had a chance." As he spoke, he took out a talisman from his bosom, only half of the tiger's head, and there was Sanskrit for the march of Liaobei on it.

Handed it to King Huairong, it was full of firmness, and it was extremely sincere: "This right tiger talisman is what proves my identity, and today it is handed over to the fifth uncle to prove my trust and sustenance in the Liaobei Army." ”