After being put on a posture like this by Murong Yan, Duan Aoyang had a black face after returning to the palace, and all the subordinates did not dare to step forward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Not only Duan Aoyang is like this, but Lin Feiye is even more so. You must know that it is only because of the existence of Duan Qingyu that she can persist until now, if it was really Duan Qingyu who had an accident just now, then her life in vain would still be meaningless.

Lin Feiye squatted down, hugged Duan Qingyu tightly in his arms, raised his head and touched his small cheek over and over again, and looked at Duan Qingyu carefully over and over again, as if checking if he was injured somewhere.

Probably seeing that Lin Feiye was worried about herself, Duan Qingyu said with a smile: "Mother, don't worry, my son is fine." ”

It is said that Duan Qingyu posed and said mischievously: "Mother, have you forgotten, I am good at martial arts, not to mention that you have already taught me to be careful when I go out, you see I remember everything." ”

Seeing Duan Qingyu comforting himself so sensibly, Lin Feiye was moved: "Good, good, good." ”

"Qingyu, you go down to rest first, I'm also frightened today, I still have something to say with your mother and your Uncle Mohuan." Duan Aoyang said gently.

"Hmm." Duan Qingyu sensibly closed the door and went out, but Duan Aoyang looked at such a sensible son, and couldn't laugh when he thought that he almost died today.

There were only three of them left in the room, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn.

"Murong Yan is so deceitful that we can't let her do whatever she wants." Duan Aoyang said coldly, as if the enemy this time was not the woman he longed for when he was young, but just an enemy who did not share the sky.

Then, Duan Aoyang informed Lin Feiye and Mo Huan of the detailed plan, and asked them to start doing it immediately.

Lin Feiye asked Mo Huan to find a few credible people to write small notes, and stuffed them into the people's homes while it was dark, and sure enough, within a few days, there were messages about the Queen Mother and the Emperor widely circulated in the streets and alleys.

"I heard that the current emperor is not the son of the previous emperor!"

"Alas, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, be careful that the wall has ears, you may lose your head one day because of nonsense."

"I don't think he's talking nonsense, that's what I heard, it's said that this news came from the palace, and it can't be wrong."

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Since the rumors spread, you can see people gathering and talking on the streets of the capital every day.

Later, a few days later, new rumors appeared.

"Hey, have you seen the lady of Murong Mansion, the one who I heard has gone crazy."

"She's not crazy, I've heard someone saw her, it's normal."

"yes, didn't you hear that it has been gone for many years?"

"Actually, what you said is not right, actually, this is the way it is......"

Later, some people even connected the two things, and everyone seemed to have reached the same conclusion, that is, the current emperor may be the son of Mrs. Murong Mansion.

Lin Feiye and Mo Huan sat in the private room of the high teahouse, looking at the street talking through the window, and smiled at each other.

Because of the gossip of the people, and the frequent gossip about these anecdotes, these news that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood spread among the people.

Things were just as Duan Aoyang and Lin Feiye expected, within a few days, this rumor spread in the capital, and everyone knew it, as if for a while, the emperor and the first emperor became the laughing stock of the Daxuan Dynasty.

The news soon spread to the palace, and Murong Yan also became restless, she wanted to pretend not to know and fool this matter, but unexpectedly, Duan Zichen actually came to ask her in person whether the rumors about the outside world were true or false.

"Of course it's fake." A hint of emptiness flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, and then he repeated: "What do the people know, you are the emperor who is like a fake, and you are naturally the flesh and blood of the previous emperor, who dares to question it." ”

Seeing that Murong Yan was so sure, Duan Zichen was relieved, because he was sure that he was the heir of the previous emperor.

After sending Duan Zichen away, Murong Yan thought she was relieved, who knows, the real test has just begun.

One morning, as usual, all the ministers stood at the foot of the stairs and played important matters one after another, and Murong Yan still listened to the government.

When Duan Zichen finally asked, "Zhong Aiqing, do you still have something to play?" There is nothing to do", Duan Aoyang stood up suddenly, and asked expressionlessly: "The minister has something to do." ”

Seeing that it was Duan Aoyang, Murong Yan's heart tightened suddenly, only to hear Duan Aoyang's deep and deep voice resounding above the court.

"In recent days, this king has heard that the streets and alleys have been rumoring that the emperor is not the son of the first emperor, I wonder if the emperor can answer this king."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The civil and military officials of the current dynasty have not heard of this kind of rumor, but the way of being an official is that it is better to have more than one thing, just think that this is a family matter, and they don't want to be involved, not to mention that the people who have always supported the current emperor are the regent who calls for wind and rain, but now they didn't expect that this statement actually came from Duan Aoyang's mouth.

Also as shocked as the ministers were Duan Zichen and Murong Yan, Duan Zichen glanced at Murong Yan, Murong Yan gave him a look, Duan Zichen turned around and sat upright and said: "Uncle Huang also said just now, since it is a legend, it must be unfounded, if I am not the son of the first emperor, how can I sit here." ”

Duan Aoyang snorted coldly and asked aggressively: "No matter what the facts are, these rumors have been smeared by the royal family and the emperor, and this matter must be explained to the people." ”

Seeing Duan Aoyang say this, Duan Zichen didn't know how to answer, so he could only insist helplessly and embarrassedly: "Uncle Huang, how can you believe these rumors outside, how can I not be the child of my father." ”

"Since the emperor can't explain clearly, let the queen mother come out and explain it in person, both to give an explanation to the people of the Daxuan Dynasty and to the emperor."

Seeing that all the ministers had the attitude of watching the play, Murong Yan had no choice but to walk from behind the curtain onto the stage.

"Lord Wang, don't forget, you are the emperor's uncle, and the emperor entrusted you to take good care of the emperor before leaving, could it be that the prince is actually the same as those philistines who doubt the emperor's identity?"

Murong Yan deliberately looked at Duan Aoyang's eyes and said, the end of the words was raised, and the meaning was self-evident.

How could Duan Aoyang not see what she meant, but Duan Aoyang just smiled coldly in his heart.

She has always thought that Duan Aoyang has always regarded Duan Zichen as her biological son, so no matter who he is, it will never be his turn to dig out Duan Zichen's identity.

But today's scene really caught her off guard, and her heart began to tremble involuntarily, not only because of her own weakness but also because of Duan Aoyang's indifference.