Li Shimin's inflection point on the wooden floor suddenly became heavy, and even his walking steps changed a little, Feng Ling couldn't tell what kind of change it was, only heard him choked in his throat, and called in a low voice: "Brother Du." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The wind spirit followed his gaze and looked up, and this was the third portrait, which was older than the one of the King of the River, and the portrait was in the shade of the window page, and it was not real.

"Brother Du, back then you said that you were too tired, this laziness is eighteen years, and now even I am tired......" Li Shimin's voice trembled violently, and he paused for a long time before he spoke again: "Qi Niang and Jin Tang, I have been looking for a long time, but I have never found any trace of his mother and son. It's okay if you don't see it, although your eldest lang and second lang, although they are not from you and Qi Niang, after all, they are the heirs of your clan, and they inherited your title lintel, and they taught me that the rebel son is tired...... If I really find Qi Niang, how do I face it. ”

Feng Ling understood as soon as he heard it, this must be Du Ruhui, the Duke of Lai, and his second son had heard in the community that it was not Duke Lai's son, but he didn't want it to be true. How could the two of them not be able to survive when they attacked the title in vain, but they conspired against the hidden prince to usurp the throne, and they raided the mansion early and lost their lives.

"Go get the window panels." Li Shimin instructed the old inner supervisor who was guarding the pavilion, and the old inner supervisor hurriedly removed the window panels so that the light could shine into the pavilion and teach the saint to meet this old man who had not been seen for many years.

"Brother Du can't help it......" Li Shimin sighed in the darkness: "It won't be a long time, when I go to see you, I will make amends to you in person." ”

The window panels were removed, and a ray of daylight penetrated and shone on the portrait of Lai Guogong, reflecting a white light in the dimness. The light was too dazzling, and the wind spirit hurriedly closed his eyes, and only slowly opened his eyes when his eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden light.

The portrait of Lai Guogong was impressively displayed in front of her, and Feng Ling unconsciously shuddered, and held Li Shimin's hand tightly. She struggled to keep her eyes open, discerning every line in the portrait, every detail of the face, even the standing figure.

That's right, that's her father, and she will never admit her mistake.

The "Seven Niang" in the saint's mouth, that is her mother? I can't complain that everyone calls her "Seventh Lady".

Feng Ling was shocked, and quickly counted the years, she was born in the ninth year of Gaozu Wude, if her grandmother is really called "Brother Du" and "Qi Niang" by the sage, then she should be four years old when she left Chang'an, why did the sage only say that her mother took her brother out of Beijing?

And the rumors I heard in the past only said that Lai Gong had three sons, and never said that he had daughters.

For so many years, why did Daddy and Mother ban her from entering Chang'an? And why did she order her to worship Chang'an every Chinese New Year's Eve? My mother said that she was worshipping two benefactors who were very kind to her......

The fall on the stone steps of the Zhaoqing Palace, so real, the screams of pain were also clearly recalled, what was the soul possessed, she really fell on the stone steps, and lived in the Zhaoqing Hall when she was a child......

All the questions came up in an instant, and Feng Ling's brain turned very fast every day, and now after such a strong vibration, her brain became more and more flexible, and finally all the questions converged in her mind into one question: Who am I?

Feng Ling's gaze wandered around, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at the portrait again, but the person on the portrait suddenly walked down from the silk cloth, walked up to her, reached out and rubbed the top of her head as usual, took the scroll and handed it to her, and said gently and leisurely: "Feng Ling, come and read a book to Daddy." ”

Daddy, Daddy, you are just a kind and polite Confucian merchant in the city, who is always idle, enlightening children in the countryside and teaching some homework. I'm just a willful, money-loving businesswoman, begging for some floating wealth to live recklessly, that's all.

"Gu Niangzi?"

Ah Sheng called her softly, and the whisk in his hand crept against her elbow. The wind spirit suddenly came back to his senses, and his first thought was to go to find out about Yan Yan. He grew up in the Lai Guo Mansion since he was a child, and he only went to see his father and mother in Jiangnan Province last year, and he is the node of all these questions.

Feng Ling put away her scattered thoughts, and helped Li Shimin to look at the portraits in the pavilion, and the corner of her eyes couldn't help but glance at the portrait of Lai Guogong, and lingered in the Lingyan Pavilion for a long time. Until lunchtime, Li Shimin couldn't move anymore, so he got out of the pavilion and called a chariot to carry back to the Ganlu Hall to rest.

At dusk, Li Shimin looked at Feng Ling's restless appearance, and when she was stubbornly anxious to leave the palace, he didn't keep her much, and ordered someone to prepare a car for her.

Feng Ling thanked him, and only needed a horse, saying that he wanted to change into a man's beard outfit, which was convenient for travel, and even the maid refused to bring one.

When it was dark, the wind spirit took the horse in front of the gate of Huaiyuan Fang, and she couldn't gallop the horse, so she got off the horse and led her to the depths of Huaiyuan Fang.

When they arrived at the door of the house, they met two servant women in the kitchen who went out to go out for a walk, and when the two servants saw Feng Ling, they immediately turned around and ran into the house, shouting happily in their voices: "The lady is home!" The lady is home! ”

Because of this Mid-Autumn Festival, most of the servants and maids in the family went out to wander around, and even Han Shilang, who lived in the house, was not at home. It was the old steward who came out to greet her. When the old steward saw her holding the horse outside the door, he had no idea, and while taking the reins of the horse in her hand, he said happily: "It's good to go home, it's good to go home, and you don't have to teach Ah Lang to eat and drink alone for three days and two days." ”

"Why does he always eat wine?" Feng Ling felt guilty for a while, and he was able to eat wine for a long time in the army, but when he was in Shazhou, he didn't see him eat too much, and he was always very restrained. But now I'm still annoyed with her, and I've only been eating and drinking for months?

One of her hearts, Jiao Nian, and those questions in the Lingyan Pavilion were entangled and hung at the same time, extremely uncomfortable, and she was afraid that she would burst her chest when she delayed it any longer.

Feng Ling walked quickly into the door of the house, bypassed the shadow wall, and passed through the front hall, fortunately the house was not large, but it was only a few steps to the backyard.

In the middle of the backyard was a long, upright person, who had not seen him for several months, and had lost a lot, a homely round-necked robe was loose on his body, and there were a little wine stains on the placket. At some point, a short circle of beard grew on his cheeks, making his already deep silhouette look thinner and thinner.

"Ayan." The wind spirit called out to him and hurried over.

I thought he would reach out to pick her up, and he would open his arms to meet her, but he didn't move, like a stone pillar standing in place.

Feng Ling stopped in front of him, sniffing the wine on his body and was at a loss, and after a few breaths, he raised his hand to stroke his cheek: "Ayan, why do you eat so much wine?" Why don't you cherish ......?"

A smell of wine rushed down to her, and Fu Yanyan leaned over and hugged her tightly into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Don't go again!" Don't go again! ”

Wine is the wind spirit's favorite five-cloud syrup, she has not touched it since Yule Tuzi left, and she is immersed in it at the moment, as if drowning in wine, half a drop has not been imported, and her head is dizzy first, and she almost responds to a "good".