"Great-grandmother," Zhao Yu's expression didn't fluctuate, just looked at Mrs. Tai's eyes seriously. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mrs. Tai glanced down at Gu Shi, who was crying bitterly while hugging the corner of her skirt, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Fake!" Mrs. Tai said angrily, and tore up the Geng post in front of everyone: "You must be fake, the old lady has lived with my Lian'er for seven years, how can you not recognize my good grandson, she is my Lian'er, and my good grandson is also my good grandson, you, you are fake!" ”

Mrs. Tai coughed a few times, and the ninth sister hurriedly stepped forward to pat the old lady on the back: "Great-grandmother, don't get excited. ”

"It's useless to be excited," the chief priest said coldly: "Mrs. Tai, it's useless for you to tear up Gengti, this palace has already experienced this thing is true, if you can't come up with the evidence that An Linghou's biological mother is Gu's family, I'm afraid that this matter will make a big fuss." ”

It's a big deal, but it's not a big deal, a dignified marquis position was given to an unknown wild seed, and it was not just the face of the Great Zhou court that was lost.

"No, Lian'er escaped, she didn't bring anything with her except some money, even the money was spent halfway, and she only had a letter and ...... when she came to me. And Lian'er's handwriting. Mrs. Tai emphasized.

When Gu Lian was in Beijing, she wrote letters home for a long time, she didn't know what Gu Lian would become when she grew up, but she knew Gu Lian's handwriting.

"Great-grandmother, that's what I called her, look at my words." Gu said hurriedly, and the chief priest waved his hand to get her pen and ink tomorrow.

But the words were written, but Mrs. Tai refused to look at them and asked someone to throw them out.

"No, not that." Mrs. Tai is all a scoundrel, but the priest has nothing to do with her.

Mrs. Tai is old and senior, and her health is not good, so he can't force it, and he can't force each other, it's really difficult.

"Report it to Your Majesty." The main priest was half angry and said to the other great witch.

"What kind of person Your Majesty is, I already know what is going on here." The great witch praised and said, "The person who presides over this matter will be here today." ”

The ninth sister has excellent ear power, and she raised her eyebrows when she heard this.

The Witch King's Palace sent someone?

She subconsciously looked at Min Ning, and finally knew what the subtle difference she faintly felt when she saw Min Ning this time.

The breath of fireworks, the Seventh Highness Min Ning, who was not originally a fireworks in the world, fell from the clouds.

He has changed from a piece of fragrant bread to a disagreeable on both sides now, even if Min Ning's face is still light and fairy, but the urgency in his bones can't be hidden.

Just like this time, it was clear that there was a Min Ning at the moment, but the Wuwang Palace did not hand over the presiding judge to him, but sent another person.

It can be seen that Minning's status is declining sharply.

No wonder he agreed to marry Mo Yingbo as his wife, it turned out to be to consolidate his power, after all, Mo Yingbo still has the name of the eldest lady of the Mo family, and with this in-law, he is easy to talk about in any aspect.

"Send someone? Isn't the Seventh Highness here? Sure enough, the ninth sister is not the only one who has this kind of doubt.

The chuckle on Min Ning's face deepened, but it seemed to stay for a long time, and his expression stiffened.

The man also felt that he had said the wrong thing and shut up in embarrassment.

"An Linghou has a knighthood, and it is not suitable for this palace to hear this matter, and the person appointed by His Majesty this time is extremely prominent enough to hear this matter." Min Ning played a round without any embarrassment.

The ninth sister raised the corners of her lips, which is also a skill.

It's just that Min Ning said this, and the matter was going to be put on hold again.

Now that they are at a disadvantage, the Gu family took out the Geng post, which can be said to be ironclad evidence, and waiting for the witch to come is just waiting for someone who can deal with Zhao Yu, but if they put it on hold, wouldn't it give them a chance to turn over.

Min Ning has calculated a lot, how could he miss this point.

The ninth sister raised her eyebrows suspiciously, only to see a crisp and pleasant laugh from the crowd.

Like a man not a man, like a woman not a woman, although it sounds good, but there is always a little bit of it in the sound, weird.

"Who's laughing?" Seven knives touched the back of their heads and wondered.

"Of course it's Hongu." The voice grinned from the back of the crowd.

People subconsciously made way for him.

A little boy, apparently only eleven or twelve years old, walked over, so cute.

People started talking to each other.

The little boy who came out at this time, is it a witch?

"That's right, this palace is a witch." The little boy did not hesitate to admit it, causing an uproar in the audience.

The next second, he commanded to salute.

The witch is the heir of the witch king.

Originally, this position was one of the three emperor grandsons or the seven emperor grandsons, but for some reason, a few days ago, the witch king suddenly parachuted a witch son with extraordinary talent, and called himself the eighth disciple of the witch king, and squeezed out his two senior brothers to get this position.

It's not that no one doubts his origins, but this little witch carved in pink is too mysterious, and no one knows his origin, and if it is really the son of the witch king, it is not something they can investigate.

It's just that the Witch King's Palace has not yet had a precedent for passing on a son, presumably even if the Witch King is really the son of the Witch King, the Witch King will not admit it.

Min Ning got up and saluted like his little junior brother.

Even though he was reluctant in his heart, he was still enthusiastic and polite, and he was a good brother.

The ninth sister and Zhao Yu glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

For some reason, they all felt that this little witch was very familiar.

It's familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

Seven knives also scratched their heads, pointed their fingers, and suddenly patted their heads: "Little Er!" ”

"What little two?" Someone asked.

Seven knives pointed at Wuzi, the child looked at him with a smile, and the smile on his white and tender childlike face was a little cold and scary: "What little two?" ”

The ninth sister immediately stepped forward to block the seven knives, and Zhao Yu also covered his mouth and didn't let him say much.

This kid is clearly a miniature version of the liquor shop Xiao Er, the little er they met when they came on the way from the town, reminding them that Zhao Chengyu was stealing Guangling's famous brew.

"It's nothing, he thought you were the second-in-a-line." The ninth sister said roundly, with a serious expression.

The witch had been following them all along, and they didn't even notice it, so something was really wrong.

"Hongu Xinghachi." Wuzi chuckled, with a pair of big eyes that were slippery, very sensitive, but behind the watery always seemed to be a cold pool, which made people feel cold to the bone.

"What does Your Highness plan to do?" The ninth sister became vigilant and decided to probe the tone of this witch first.

"What to dispose of, the matter is not obvious?" Wu Zi was crisp, and his smile was very inscrutable.

People's appetite was hung up by him, and Gu Shi also tensed his back nervously: "Your Highness, please believe me, I have Geng Ti as proof, I am really Gu Lian." ”

Wuzi chuckled, "Of course I believe you." ”

A simple sentence made Min Ning breathe a sigh of relief, but everyone on the field gasped.

The Witch King's Palace, there is going to be a big move.