Liu Feng involuntarily straightened his back and looked back at Fu Jun steadily.

Fu Junqiang pressed down on the various emotions that surged into his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Since you keep saying that you are proud of your surname, and you say that my mother's identity is special. Then let me ask you, when my mother died, why didn't your Nangong family say anything? Are you not invincible? Do you not stand proudly on earth? Where did your power go? Are you just watching my mother die and doing nothing? ”

Liufeng was stunned when she heard this, but after a while, her straight back relaxed slightly, and when she looked at Fu Jun, there was more inexplicable softness.

She exhaled softly, and whispered like a sigh, "Does the girl think that the servant does not want to save the wife?" The wife is so good to the servant, how can the servant sit back and watch the wife suffer? Speaking of this, Liufeng smiled bitterly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "The girl doesn't know that the people of the Nangong family are all people who don't have a long life. Since the generation of the maid's grandmother, it has gradually withered. And the only people in the Nangong family who are alive now are the maid and the younger brother. The maid's elders and relatives are all gone, and one ...... It's all gone. As she spoke, she lowered her head, and the tears that she had endured for a long time finally fell one by one.

Fu Jun was stunned when he heard this.

For a moment, a sense of absurdity arose in her heart. She was like someone who was ready to deliver a head-on blow to her opponent, only to realize that her opponent had fallen before she could do so.

For a while, Fu Jun only felt that his whole body was empty, and there was no trace of strength.

The situation of the Nangong family, has it turned out that it has reached such a field?

After a while, Fu Junfang raised his eyes to look at the flowing wind. In those eyes like crystal jade, a touch of complicated emotions flashed.

The flowing wind was unconscious, still bowing his head and weeping.

The April breeze blew through the curtain, bringing with it the scent of roses. Flowers and plants bloom in the courtyard, and butterflies flutter their wings from time to time. Leave a fluttering figure.

However, in this beautiful spring light all over the world, the white dress and green clothes of the flowing wind seem so solemn, hiding an indescribable loneliness. And her thin voice was blown by the spring breeze of April. Little by little, it fell into Fu Jun's ears.

I only heard her trembling voice, and whispered: "The maid listened to my mother, back then, Nan ...... When something happened there, the ancestors of the maid and the ancestors of the girl were all old and young women and children. They all committed suicide by taking poison. Only later, for some reason, the slave's ancestor and the girl's ancestor never died, but the poison also penetrated deep into the body. Therefore, one by one, the members of the slave's family fell ill. Although the girl's ancestors gave the maid's family many secret medicines, the maid's family did not leave a few people in the end. Within eleven or two years, they all died, and in the end, only the mother and uncle of the servant remained. ”

At this point, the flowing wind stopped for a moment, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks. Fang Cai then said in a low voice: "The girl's ancestor became the emperor because she was a child...... The secret medicine of the inner garden is recuperated, and the physique is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the poison is not deep. It's just that the girl's vein has fallen into weakness, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. The slave's family was not so lucky. Although he tried his best to maintain it, when it came to the generation of the servant, only two people, the servant and Rongfu, survived. ”

Listening to the trembling voice of the flowing wind, looking at her tears and micro-expressions that were by no means fake, Fu Jun suddenly felt a faint depression.

She stood up and slowly paced to the window.

From where Fu Jun was standing. You can see the figure of Luping in front of the door. At this moment, this twelve-year-old little maid was standing upright at the foot of the steps two steps in front of the door, guarding the door steadily.

looked at Luping's cheeks, which still had a little childishness, and then looked back at the flowing wind kneeling beside him. Fu Jun couldn't help but be full of amazement, and sighed silently. And the inexplicable emotions in her heart gradually dissipated with this sigh.

Fu Jun rubbed his eyebrows, stared at the courtyard outside the window, discarded all those distracting thoughts, and began to organize his thoughts little by little.

At present, she is almost certain. What the wind said is true.

Although this conclusion is incredible, Fu Jun believes that judging from the micro-expressions of the flowing wind, she has not lied. And when talking to Fu Jun about these things, although Liufeng's emotions were a little excited, the logic of his speech was very smooth and clear, and it was not like the delusional words of a paranoid person.

Naturally, the appearance of the black jade gourd was one of the important reasons for Fu Jun to come to this conclusion.

In addition, from the analysis of external conditions, Liufeng has no reason to deceive Fu Jun with this.

For Fu Jun'an's identity as a descendant of the royal family of Nanshan Kingdom, what are the benefits of convection to the wind? What is her plan?

Fu Jun has not considered the possibility of conspiracy theories.

For example, this is a trap dug by some hidden enemies, Fu Geng's political enemy or the mysterious person who once intended to frame Wang Xiang, hoping to use the identity arranged for Fu Jun to achieve the purpose of attacking the opponent.

But if that's the case, Liufeng's confession seems unnecessary.

Wouldn't it be better to hide in the shadows and wait for the opportunity? If this bombshell can be dropped after Fu Geng takes office, the effect will be very amazing.

However, Liufeng chose to confess the matter at such a time. Fu Jun couldn't smell any conspiracy from the other party's behavior.

Therefore, Fu Jun can only think that Liufeng is telling the truth.

And calm down and think about it, even if Aunt Yu and the Wang family are royalty, they are also the royal family of the dead country. In the history books that Fu Jun has read, it is not uncommon for the exiled royal family to go to the street to ask for food after the destruction of the country.

And the fall of the Nanshan Kingdom was decades ago, and the first emperor at that time was just a prince. In such a long time, even if the descendants of the royal family of Nanshan Kingdom still have some power in their hands, it must have been exhausted under the invasion of time.

Perhaps, it is precisely because Aunt Yu and her identity as the royal family of the dead country that their lives are more difficult.

Aunt Yu is committed to Wang Xiang, and it is likely that Wang Xiang's official status is very good, and she can be used as a cover.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun couldn't help but sigh, took back the hand that was buckled on the window string, turned around and slowly paced back to the armchair.

At this time, the tears of the flowing wind had been contained, and she knelt on the ground with a pale face, her expression a little numb, and her empty eyes stared at a corner of the room, like a lifeless puppet. (To be continued.) )