Shanbao just stepped into the threshold, and before he entered the room, Zu Gongluo had already heard it, and shouted from afar: "Liuli, when did you not listen to the words of this king." ”

Shanbao didn't respond, and walked steadily inside, with a slim posture, a faint complexion, and the dragged pleated skirt rubbed against the surface of his feet, squirming, like the wind brushing the bamboo leaves.

The grandfather inside seemed to sense something, and when the footsteps were near, Shanbao had already opened the curtain and walked in, and he guessed who it was, because of the others, there was no such calm temperament and demeanor.

Shanbao looked at the ancestor on the kang, leaning on the big pillow, his face covered with this "Raiders", the wide robe was not tied with a belt, and the open one fell to the ground, making people look at it only uninhibited and sparse.

"Raiders." Shanbao stared at the book, I don't know who wrote it, such as "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Wei Zhenzi", "Wu Zi's Art of War", "Sun Bin Art of War", "Three Strategies" and other military books Shanbao has read, but he has never seen this book, so he is a little curious.

Unexpectedly, Zugong secretly thought that Shanbao was calling his name, lifted the book on his face, and then got up, and pulled Shanbao into his arms, he was still half-lying, so Shanbao was lying on his body.

This is the warmest place in the world, Shanbao thought so for the first thought, and before the second thought, Zu Gongluo's lips were already clasped on her forehead, and then murmured: "Bao." ”

This is the most beautiful language in the world, and Shanbao simply relaxes his tense body and feels his warm breath on him.

However, the burning lips slid from the forehead to the tip of her nose, and then to the corners of her mouth, she shook, countless small insects from the top of the head, fingertips and toes in all directions, I couldn't figure out how many directions, crawled to her heart, gathered together and made her almost suffocated, and the lips were not restless, gently biting her, stroking back and forth on the back, and then a big flip, she was pressed on the kang, the stinky man on the body actually looked at her generously, but she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a mouse hole to drill into, and she had no strength to resist in this position at the moment, He could only kiss her forehead, cheeks, nose, ears, and lips, and suddenly she noticed that the stinky man was breathing rapidly, his mouth was close to her chest, and his hands were tightly grasping her shoulders.

"Aunt Yanshu is dead."

Shanbao blurted out, she just thought that she just enjoyed his caress at such a wonderful moment, and she shouldn't spoil the scenery, but she felt that Yanshu's words were more important to Zu Gongluo at the moment.

Sure enough, Zu Gong looked at her slightly, the tip of his nose was about to touch the distance of the tip of his nose, his face was like a suddenly thawing earth, cold, stiff, gray, and asked softly, "How do you know?" ”

Shanbao briefly recounted that he met Yanshu in the Dragon Mother Temple, so Zugong turned it down slightly and took her into his arms by the way.

Shanbao's head was buckled on Zugongluo's chest, so he couldn't see his expression, but Shanbao guessed that he must be shocked, sad, and disappointed.

"Auntie, where is she buried?"

After a while, Zu Gong asked slightly, for a moment it seemed that decades had passed, and his voice was hoarse and a little old, the reason why he was sad was that he felt that Yanshu's death should be related to himself, or, he killed her indirectly, and he led people to find many temples and Taoist temples, but he didn't find Yanshu, and he never thought that she was in the Dragon Mother Temple, because the Dragon Mother Temple was very small, and there was a low-character Hui Jing as the abbot, so the ancestor neglected that place.

"It's too late, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Shanbao felt the violent rise and fall of his chest, and knew that he had too many things on his mind, and there was nowhere to put it in his heart, as if it was about to explode.

However, Shanbao also has something in her heart that she can't let go, that is, who killed Yanshu, she suspects that it is - Bai Fengshan, so she said it generously, and stared at Zu Gong to look at his reaction, guess if he would lift himself off his body, and then split his head and cover his face and reprimanded, because Bai Fengshan is Zu Gong's closest relative.

However, she guessed wrong, and instead of taking her off, Zu Gongluo hugged her tighter, and asked softly, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Shanbao breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that what he suspected was also what his grandfather thought, Bai Fengshan did not hesitate to kill Yanshu in order to block Yanshu's mouth, this old man is not only terrible, but even more hateful, he stipulates other people's lives in the way he feels right, and breaks up a pair of lovers alive, Shanbao gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want you to do anything, but Aunt Yanshu can't die in vain, and your mother, life and death are uncertain, if she is not alive, her soul will not live in peace, because she has not been able to be with the man she loves, if she lives, Shouldn't you fulfill her and the emperor's pair of lovers? ”

Zu Gongluo's fingers combed Shanbao's long hair that fell on his shoulders, and he was silent for a while.

Shanbao wanted to sit up, but he couldn't get out of his arms, so he had to continue to lie on his stomach, and said, "I'm thinking, what does Aunt Yanshu's last sentence mean, what does she want you to be?" ”

Grandpa lowered his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "What do you think?" ”

Shanbao said: "I think she wants you to find your mother, and then fulfill your mother and the emperor." ”

People who have love in their hearts can put themselves in the shoes of those who have affection but cannot become dependents.

Zu Gongluo asked again: "Will Aunt Yanshu want me to avenge her?" ”

In fact, Zu Gongluo just asked casually, baselessly, afraid that Shanbao and himself wishful thinking would make a mistake about the dying meaning of Yanshu, so he thought about it more elsewhere.

Shanbao categorically: "Absolutely not, she didn't say who killed her until she died, she was afraid that you would find that person to take revenge and change someone else, my aunt would not be so secretive, only if it was the old man Bai, my aunt didn't want you to kill each other, or, she didn't want you to face the old man Bai and couldn't start, and she was anxious in vain, my aunt said, your mother is the only descendant like you, she regards you as your mother, so she will never embarrass you." ”

Grandpa patted Shanbao's cheek slightly: "So smart." ”

Shanbao was a little proud, and raised his little face: "Of course." ”

Zu Gong scratched her nose slightly, then sat up straight with her in his arms, and asked very seriously: "If I send my mother to the palace, I will become a veritable prince, do you like it?" ”

For a while, they just looked at each other, speechless, the lights exploded one after another, and it was said that the explosion of the lights was a good color, but Shanbao felt frightened, if Bai Suxin was alive, the emperor would inevitably remember the old love and bring her into the palace, and of course the grandfather had to follow his parents to fulfill his filial piety, and he became the real prince, and even the prince, I heard that the prince lived in the East Palace, there was the prince and concubine, as well as Liangdi, Baolin, the widow, etc., she and the woman shared the ancestor princess, she shook her head: "I don't like it." ”

Grandpa smiled slightly and changed the subject: "Tomorrow, you accompany me to see Aunt Yanshu." (To be continued.) )