"That year, I just turned six years old, my uncle's eldest grandson was still less than three years old, I was always crying very much during that time, my uncle thought of many ways to cure my nephew's illness, and then listened to the advice of the master, and asked my mother to borrow my Buddhist beads to sleep for him."

"Sure enough, my nephew's crying has never been repeated, but I didn't expect that within half a month, the Huo family would be beheaded all over the house because of General Changfeng!" Pain flashed in Murong Qin's eyes.

Qi Niang couldn't bear it, she hesitated slightly, and then cleverly changed the topic, "That...... This string of beads ......"

Murong Qin handed it to her, and Qi Niang took it carefully and took it in her hand to observe it carefully.

Rosewood Buddha beads, a total of 14 grains, each sleek and full, the size and form are completely consistent, the color is authentic purple red, because of the age, the Buddha beads can be seen on several fine like cow hair-like lines, which is commonly known as "cow hair pattern".

Qi Niang recognized that this string of Buddhist beads is a rare treasure - small leaf rosewood Buddha beads.

In her previous life, she had auctioned off a bunch of gifts for her grandmother's 70th birthday at a high price.

However, she still found no clues.

This was the last Murong Qin object left by the Huo clan before his death, and he was not told until many days after the Huo clan was killed.

Therefore, if Huo Shi was really wrongfully killed, then it is very likely that there are important clues hidden in this string of Buddhist beads.

Qi Niang carefully checked it again, but still didn't gain anything.

The small leaf rosewood texture is very hard, in the previous life, it is the best material used by the royal family to make furniture, so this string of Buddhist beads after more than ten years can only see a few superficial "cow hair lines", if you want to use your hands and feet in the Buddha beads, I am afraid that it is difficult.

Then, it can only be a beaded thread.

Qi Niang's mind moved, and she carefully separated the two Buddha beads that were close together, and with difficulty exposed the strings inside.

She recognized the beaded thread, which was the embroidery thread in the green cicada wings and flowery pear handkerchief, the extremely precious Beiyitian silk.

She took a closer look and finally found the anomaly.

Beiyitian silk is said to be famous for its unusually thin, unusually tough, unusually transparent, and extremely rare, but this string of threads is not completely transparent.

Qi Niang didn't want to move the Buddha beads again, so she returned them to Murong Qin, "The evidence is hidden in the strings of Buddha beads?" ”

Murong Qin's eyes were even more appreciative, "The lady is delicate, just as you said." ”

He carefully found the small thread, untied it with extra care, and it took a long time to untie it, and then from the silk thread wrapped in dozens of Beiyitian silk, he pulled out a thin and narrow pure white transparent gauze ribbon.

Qi Niang took it and looked at it carefully, but she didn't see any handwriting patterns, and she looked at the other side suspiciously.

Murong Qin understood, took the gauze and spread it flat on the bluestone table, and then picked up the teacup and dropped a few drops, only to see that the ribbon was like a sponge, and the traces of water immediately expanded, widened and lengthened, and at the same time, the original pure white and transparent became light yellow, and then slowly light black handwriting began to appear on it.

Qi Niang was dumbfounded.

The handwriting of a few words is sloppy and messy, especially the eagerness and panic of the writer back then.

It mentions the death of General Changfeng, the innocence of the Huo family, and the Yang family.

"Yang's?" Qi Niang asked curiously.

Murong Qin's eyes flashed fiercely, "The Yang family is an important minister of the former dynasty, and his ancestor sacrificed his life to save the life of the Holy Ancestor when the Holy Ancestor Emperor personally drove to the Western Regions, so the Yang family was highly used by the Holy Ancestor. However, in the previous dynasty, the Yang family began to decline, and in this dynasty, only Yang Wengong, the master of the Yang family, was an official in the court, and his sister was included in the harem by the emperor and named Yang Guiren. ”

Speaking of this, the hatred in Murong Qin's eyes became more and more obvious, "Yang Guiren gave birth to the emperor's eldest son - Murong Qi in less than a year after entering the palace, and he is also the crown prince who was deposed at the beginning of this year!" ”

"Prince?"

"Exactly! In June of that year, the mother concubine died tragically, and in August, Murong Qi was suddenly made the crown prince. He said through gritted teeth.

He still remembered that after Murong Qi was established as the crown prince, the scenery was infinite for a while, the ministers praised and congratulated, and the prince's uncle Yang Wengong was also promoted to the left deputy capital of the Zhengsanpin Metropolitan Inspectorate, and for a time the Yang family rose to the top.

And his uncle, the son of the Huo family's Changfang, was dismissed from the post of Imperial History of the Left Capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and ended up with a desolate end.

And he, who has just lost his biological mother and is still in the period of filial piety, has been repeatedly accused and criticized by important ministers of the court, abused and insulted by the people of the world, ridiculed and disgusted by his relatives and sisters, and even the imperial grandmother, who loved him very much in the past, also avoided him.

He still clearly remembers that day was the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, he was not only the queen of the concubine, but also in the filial piety period, and was not qualified to participate in the palace dinner, although he knew in his heart that many people disliked and disliked him, but he was young, he was timid, he was afraid, and he tried his best to seek the warmth of the past.

So, he broke free from the obstruction of his father-in-law in the inner room, ran into the Wanshou Palace without hesitation, and saw his grandmother, who he had missed for many days.

The imperial grandmother was sitting upright in front of the dresser, dressed up by the palace people.

He knelt down respectfully and saluted, but as soon as he opened his mouth to call "Imperial Grandmother", he choked up and wept.

However, no one paid any attention to him for half the time.

The palace people are still busy in an orderly manner, and the imperial grandmother, who was always full of loving smiles in the past, is also extremely serious and cold today.

She didn't call him up, didn't smile and beckoned him to come over as usual, didn't hug him and gave him a taste of the newly made osmanthus cake, and her imperial grandmother didn't even look back, and was helped away by everyone after finishing her makeup.

Her wide, long, bright yellow brocade yarn Caiyun Golden Dragon slowly swept over the immature hands that were on the jade tile floor, and the Caiyun Golden Dragon embroidery thread that slid over the back of his hand was cold and piercing, just like the last words left by the imperial grandmother.

"Mourning family, no longer your imperial grandmother!"

He knelt on the jade brick floor in a daze, and the big tears couldn't stop falling, dripping onto the fine jade bricks, "ticking and ticking" crisp and non-stop, just like his heart, which was extremely eager for warmth, disintegrating and cracking one by one......

He has been kneeling in the palace of longevity, until the oblique sunlight dissipates, until the night falls mercilessly, until the sound of joy in the distance is heard in his ears, until the tears in his hands are connected into a pool, he sobs, through the faint starlight shining through the window, he saw the boundless pain in his eyes, saw his pretended stubbornness and strength, and saw his last ...... The heart is like ashes.......

He had just turned six years old that year......

The past was like the tide of the rainy season, gushing towards Murong Qin, making him still have an uncontrollable throbbing pain in his chest, which had passed the year of the weak crown.

How painful the past is, and how unbearable it is to look back...... It's as simple as that......