The autumn wind is blowing, the bright moon hangs under the eaves, and Qu Yi is wearing clothes and writing hard in front of the candle.

"Childe, what the hell is going on? Please be sure to tell the villain. "Childe has been silent so far, and Tianbao, who serves by the side of the two, can't hold back anymore, "The villain has followed Childe for more than three years, and understands Childe's temperament, so it must be Han Yuan who deliberately framed him in an attempt to retaliate against Childe, and randomly found a child to pretend to be Childe's son...... The son is innocent but does not distinguish between them, and allows His Majesty to misunderstand, the villain...... The villain is really heartbroken in his eyes. He covered his sleeves and wept, and the cry lingered in the hall.

Qu Yi stopped writing, and the candle flowers jumped happily in his eyes, "Behind the scenes, manipulation, perjury, and empty explanations are also in vain." Tianbao, the sad misunderstanding is only temporary, and we don't have to bother to explain it now, but we have to maintain our abundant body and energy to fight the conspirators. ”

Tianbao wiped away his tears, "Childe suspects that someone is manipulating Yuanji behind the scenes......"

Qu Yi dipped a little tea in the cup, wrote "Fan" on several sides, Tianbao wiped it off after reading it, "It's a noble concubine again." ”

"For me and the Qu family, who else can there be but her."

He did not shed tears, but his cheeks were sad, more striking than tears, "The birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooked." Lin'an is temporarily stable, she wants to start cleaning up the heroes, the first in line is the Qu family, Liyang wind and rain riding used to be her biggest help, but now it is the biggest threat. And I, as a child of the Qu family, how can I be spared? ”

Tianbao hurriedly asked, "If the son is inconvenient, the villain will convey it, so as not to fall into the trap of the concubine and misunderstand the child." ”

"No, you can only reap if you give up, and I decided to do it. If it succeeds this time, the noble concubine will lose half of her control power, and the court will also have a new look. Qu Yi shook the pen shaft, as if it was particularly forced, causing the joints to turn white, "Tianbao, I always feel that I am not a lucky star, but a scourge, as long as it involves me, she will be out of control, and it will not help the progress of the situation." ”

Tianbao shook his head, "Childe is a mortal and not a god, and there are things that can't be done, but Childe's arrival at His Majesty's side has indeed brought spring to the Jin Kingdom." ”

"The situation may be deported to my hometown, and I am not in the palace...... She is not in good health, she should remind Kunjiao to take care of it carefully, she is afraid of the cold at night in winter, and she always can't sleep well, remember to add more quilts and smoked cages, she has always been unrestrained in her diet, don't condone Hu Lai...... "Gongzi has no details, Tianbao tears are shining, and he can't stop nodding his head in agreement."

After speaking, Qu Yi looked at the Gui Ying on the outside of the door, and after a while, he smoothed the paper and told Tianbao, "Only you know about this matter, don't tell anyone, especially Your Majesty." ”

"The villain listens to the childe's orders." Tianbao burst into tears, lowered his head to sort out a few cases, and found that Gongzi was copying the Heart Sutra. He thought: Childe's heart is not calm.

The moon of Mengdong is at the end of the day. In the blink of an eye, it is the beginning of winter again.

The candles are swaying, and the Guidian Lan Palace is bright, but there is a storm outside.

At the waist of the corridor, Kunjiao's demeanor is calm, and she is coming, and her graceful figure is reflected in the dark corridor. Ling Jun turned his back to her, looked at the rain feet, and looked up to see Qu Yi standing in the opposite corridor, and the boundless dark tide was also surging in his eyes.

Zhang Chongjian and Fu Piao were ordered to go south, the renovation project of the Jin Palace was also intensifying, and the Beigong Mountain was already cold, so she decided the date for returning to the palace. But there was another thing that put her in a dilemma. Han Yuan is not lying, she does have a son, who is five years old this year.

Jiuwan brought him to the palace according to the address provided by Han Yuan, and she met the child in private. The similar facial contours, the exact same Ruifeng eyes, are alive and well. In her dormitory, the child kept looking around, wringing his fingers timidly to meet her.

She persuaded herself countless times that she just looked alike, and that child was timid and afraid of life, only promised, and was far from the beautiful son of the wind god, how could he be the son of the child. But when he unintentionally bent his eyes, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, as if Qu Yi was smiling at her. His heart was lightly stirred into a mess by Han Yuan's words, and Yuan Ling couldn't make an accurate judgment.

The rumors about Chang Shanjun's illegitimate son and the rumors of the emperor's wife and his wife spread all over Lin'an City in a snap of her fingers, and she had no time to care about who leaked the news. But until now, he didn't come to the door to explain in person, only asked Kunjiao to hand over the letter, and the more Yuan Lingjun thought about it, the more angry he became, and he abandoned it all and didn't read it.

Calling Tianbao, Tianbao said that the son is getting busier and busier, getting up before the hour, and not falling asleep when he is busy, and there are a lot of simple strategies to see and tidy up. As he spoke, he burst into tears, wanting to say that Gongzi couldn't sleep all night because of this matter, but he still closed his mouth because of Gongzi's repeated advice, and there were several times when he couldn't bear it, and he said all the good things for Gongzi, trying to comfort Yuan Lingjun.

Yuan Lingjun held on to his lungs, and his throat was stuffy and he couldn't spit it out.

"Childe sent a letter again." Kunjiao came up from behind and handed a folded piece of paper.

Yuan Lingjun's face was white, his brows were twisted into pimples, and after staring at it for a long time, he raised his sleeves and knocked them over. The letter paper floated into the rainy river, and the ink was faintly visible after penetration.

"Since there is no need to explain, what kind of letter do you want to send? If he doesn't come, I'll ask myself. ”

Her temper came up, and no one could hold it back.

The rain washed the sacred and magnificent palace recklessly, and the dampness spread everywhere, and the mood of the palace people was as bad as the weather, and they had to write the words "If you are in a bad mood, don't mess with me" on their faces.

No matter how bad the weather is, the palace people will no longer be happy, and there will be no treacherous atmosphere in the hall somewhere like this.

In the main hall, the husband and wife who had not seen each other for many days sat and stood together, the son was calm as usual, and Yuan Ling was full of anger. Kun Jiaojiao secretly tugged at her sleeve.

"Didn't Childe even give him a chance to defend himself? Han Yuan's son, I've seen it, the ultimate son. Han Yuan didn't take it to heart yet, but that child was always a thorn in her heart.

"Your Majesty believes the rumors, what's the use of the minister's strong arguments. The evidence is sufficient, and the minister has no way to tell the difference, so I just hope that His Majesty will not be angry about it. His expression was soft and soft-spoken.

Yuan Lingjun's eyes were red, and tears began to roll in her eyes, but she forcibly held back, took out the sword placed on the shelf, and stood on the pestle, "Childe has never lied to me, so how to explain this matter, please tell Sù Lingjun, did Childe abandon the pregnant Han Yuan?" "Could he be a ruthless and unrighteous negative person?

The blade of the sword is like frost, and the hair can be broken by blowing. Her act of drawing her sword just now stunned Kunjiao and Tianbao, but Qu Yi was not afraid, "Your Majesty thinks so, what does my majesty think?" ”

"Isn't it suspicious? Her son and son were carved out of almost one mold. I don't want to believe it, but the facts have given me a hard blow, and I can't help it. What happened from beginning to end, Childe knew in his heart. (To be continued.) )