"So, twenty-three years ago, the woman in the Hanyang Temple was the old woman in the Hanjia class who was now being hunted down." Yin Ruochen said in shock.

"Yes, that's right, Lord Wang, now this old woman is in the Qingxin Nunnery." Liu Yi replied affirmatively.

"The girl named Hanling is actually not the old woman's biological daughter, that is Zhao Xiangyun misses her beloved son very much, lingers every day, and picks it up, as for how she picked it up, whose child it is, except for Zhao Xiangyun, no one else knows, Zhao Xiangyun is not very conscious, sometimes good and sometimes bad, I am afraid that most of what she said will not be believed." Liu Yi continued.

"Then why did the Hanjia opera troupe live in the suburbs of Liyang for two years?" Yin Ruochen said to herself.

"This, it's really too difficult to inquire, it is said that after the Han family opera troupe left Liyang twenty-three years ago, they have come back to Liyang several times, as for what they did when they came back, I don't know, now the Han family class is full of blood, only Zhao Xiangyun of Qingxin Nunnery knows." Liu Yi said with a deep groan.

Yin Ruochen was silent.

"Lord Wang, ugly girl Xiaocao, my subordinates have inquired in many ways, there is really no such person in the Northern Underworld, and in the process of investigating, my subordinates found that several people were also inquiring about her family history, obviously just an ugly girl, why did it arouse the interest of so many masters in the rivers and lakes? This is an issue that deserves vigilance. Liu Yi reminded puzzled.

"Having said that, she has come to this king for some ulterior purpose." Yin Ruoji said with a gloomy face.

Liu Yi didn't answer, and said slowly after a long time: "Lord Wang, my subordinates have an idea. ”

"What an idea, say."

"Lord Wang, that girl named Hanling seems to have disappeared from this world, and this ugly girl Xiaocao seems to have been added from this world, and the time is just right, Lord Wang, don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?" Liu Yi said excitedly, "Lord Wang, my subordinates once said that the Han family class will have a unique skill: the face change technique, this face change technique is actually a disguise technique on the rivers and lakes, so it seems that it is not difficult to explain." ”

Yin Ruochen looked at the night in surprise, he didn't think about the face of this ugly girl Xiaocao, such a woman shouldn't have such a face, but he still expected her to take the initiative to say it.

"Lord Wang, we have all seen the girl named Hanling, you said that their posture is indeed somewhat similar, and we came out of Qingxin Nunnery that day, didn't the ugly girl Xiaocao also go to Qingxin Nunnery, if Zhao Xiangyun is her mother, then her reason to go to Qingxin Nunnery will be quite sufficient." Liu Yi then analyzed with confidence.

Yin Ruochen's eyes became deeper and deeper, the moonlight outside the window was quiet, and the expression on half of his face became more and more serious.

According to his secret observation in the past few days, as well as the report of the royal eyeliner, the ugly girl Xiaocao has several forces that have been secretly following her in recent days, even if she is Han Ling, thinking of Han Ling, the situation of meeting her in the suburbs of Liyang that day flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, that girl is indeed a little interesting, and then think about the ugly girl Xiaocao, the two of them do have the same effect! Yin Ruochen suddenly realized at this time, if this is the case, then I am afraid that the bloody case of the Han family class will have to start from her.

So what was her purpose in coming to the palace? Why did these people follow her?

Is she really as heartless, lively and kind as she seems? Or is it a imitation of all qiē, maybe there is an ulterior purpose in coming to the palace?

Thinking of this, he stood up.

"Lord Wang, now there are people with different identities inside and outside the palace who are following the ugly girl Xiaocao, the shape is weird, according to the observation of his subordinates, the emperor is also sending people to keep an eye on her, as if he wants to find something from her? It can be seen from this that at least she is not a spy sent by these enemies, and if she is really that girl, it seems that her situation is very dangerous, and the information we want to know may have something to do with her, and we must find a breakthrough in her. Liu Yi analyzed worriedly.

Yin Ruochen waved his hand at him and said: "Continue to send someone to protect the old woman of Qingxin Nunnery, you must not let her have an accident, from the current situation, she is not only an insider, but also a poor hard-working person, as for this, this king has his own measure." ”

"Yes," Liu Yi agreed, withdrew, and Yin Ruochen paced in the room with his hands in his hands.

Han Ling walked sullenly towards the bedroom.

"Lord Weng, rest early! Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, and I have to go to the temple fair to play! The little rabbit said happily.

Shangyuan Festival? Han Ling's heart moved, two years ago, Brother Qingyang made an appointment with her to meet there, and this day is finally coming!

Han Ling lay on the bed and turned over and over, obviously sleepy but not sleepy.

The little rabbit had already fallen asleep, and the quilt had fallen to the ground.

Han Ling walked over and picked up the quilt to cover her, and walked outside with a big coat, wanting to relax.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a slight noise, the night was very quiet, and the bleak but quiet moonlight outside the window reflected the shadows of the shivering trees swaying slightly.

Han Ling looked at the sound, and the dim moonlight was obliquely reflected on the paper window of the opposite wing, and a dark shadow flashed by the window, and disappeared, as fast as the wind blowing.

Han Ling exclaimed in his heart, what person?

After a moment's thought, he walked out softly.

The shadows of the trees at the entrance of the East Bedroom Palace were mottled, and the bright moonlight poured down quietly, and the earth was pale.

There was silence all around, there was no figure, and unknown insects chirped.

Han Ling shook his head, is it another delusion?

After walking a few steps, the refreshing fragrance sandwiched with the dry cold and fresh air rushed to the face, and instantly Hanling was refreshed a lot!

Walking along a row of tree shadows, the cold lings were depressed. A nighthawk flew away with a "yah", and Hanling stood dumbfounded.

On the exterior wall of the East Bedroom Palace, only this large piece of exterior wall is inlaid with gold and jade, the shape is simple and elegant, and the scenery is unique.

This is Yin Ruochen's bedroom, the faint moonlight shines on it, and the dim aperture of the palace gauze lamp inside faintly floats out, making it more and more mysterious.

Suddenly, Han Ling remembered those days and nights, the days and nights when she "cohabited" with Yin Ruochen, his strong, wide and warm embrace used to be so real, and even the smell of his body was so reassuring to her and made her feel warm.

The heart is sour, the face is slightly hot, what are you thinking!

Han Ling smiled bitterly and walked forward.

"Can you be sure that old woman is the same woman from Hanyang Temple twenty-three years ago?" A low, muffled female voice came.

Hanyang Temple, old woman? Han Ling was secretly frightened when he heard this, and hurriedly looked towards the voice.

There was a small garden in front of the east dormitory, and there were many trees in it, and the sound came from the black bushes.

Han Ling heard it inexplicably, but twenty-three years ago, these words sounded a little familiar, so he quietly hid them and listened carefully.

"Niangniang, this can't be wrong, the slave has already found out very clearly, this old woman was born in the opera troupe, and this old woman has become depressed and crazy because of the loss of her child after giving birth, since then the people in the troupe have left Liyang for many years, and only returned to Liyang this year, until they were bloody." A male voice whispered.

Empress? Up? Han Ling was shocked when he heard it! This voice is the concubine's mother, and Han Ling can hear this voice when it turns to ashes, but the words of the opera troupe, woman, and childbirth, the words are like a thousand gold, and Han Ling is vague and suspicious, what are they talking about?

"Could it be that he didn't die at the time? But didn't you say she had died in childbirth? The concubine's voice was full of anger and doubt.

"That's what the truth says, but this thing is really strange, the slave has been investigating for a long time these days, and that woman really didn't die, I'm afraid it has something to do with the old thing that is the head of Yiming Dao." The male voice said with a cruel smile.

"Rubbish, you've messed up everything." Concubine Yang scolded in a low voice. After speaking, he gritted his teeth and said: "Very good, it turns out that this woman is with the practice, it is really even God who has to help the mourning family, the current situation shows that whether they are or not, they must die, even if she lives for so many years, it is already her creation." ”

"Yes, don't worry." The male voice said. "How's going on in the palace?" Concubine Yang continued to ask.

"Don't worry, his talisman has been lost, and the prince has both talisman and military power, looking at today's Northern Underworld, the prince is the most powerful, and great things can be done!" The man couldn't help but analyze.

After saying that, he whispered quietly, and after a while, there was a sound of wheezing and unbearable heavy breathing in the woods.

What they said again, Han Ling couldn't hear it anymore.

Who is this man? What are they plotting again?

Old women, who will they call old women? Since it was twenty-three years ago, and it is a Ming Dao leader, then the old woman in their mouth is likely to be the woman who gave birth in Hanyang Temple.

Thinking that this woman was still alive now, Han Ling's heart showed a hint of relief, but she quickly brought it up.

Could it be that the gang of people twenty-three years ago was instructed by the concubine? Why did she have to die for that woman?

Who sent those monks who died in Hanyang Temple that day?

The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became, Han Ling couldn't figure it out, but she clearly knew that that woman, the old woman who was alive now, would be in danger of her life, and the cruel and vicious concubine Niangniang would put her to death.

But who is this old woman? And where? Up? Which troupe will it be?

Han Ling vaguely felt that this qiē seemed to be inextricably linked to him, but he couldn't say why.

I was secretly anxious for that woman in my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh when I thought of her tragic experience!

For fear of being discovered by them, Han Ling turned back, and she was going to the moat tomorrow, should you tell Brother Qingyang about this, since it is related to the theater troupe, maybe Brother Qingyang can find her!

Han Ling walked back slowly, could the black shadow he had just seen in the East Bedroom be an illusion?

For a while, I felt that this palace was full of conspiracies, and there were invisible black nets everywhere