Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tokens, Qingli

"Why do you say that?" The man in white frowned almost invisibly, picked up the cloth bag into the inside of the bed, sat up with support, and looked at him with a calm expression.

"Since Gongzi knows the rules of the Blood Alliance, he naturally won't be unaware of the relationship between the Blood Alliance and the royal family, why don't you tell your identity so as not to be hurt by this?" Seeing that the young man in white didn't want to admit it, he asked puzzledly.

"Why is Your Excellency so sure that you are a member of the royal family?" The man in white asked instead of answering.

After thinking about it, he brought in the cloth bag for himself, was it?

"When settling down, a token fell out of the cloth bag on its body, with a royal inscription on it, and the word 'leave' in the back book, it was at that time that I knew your identity, there are many people in the royal family, and there are many side lines, but the name is the word 'Li' and at this age, there is only one person from the sixth prince, am I right?"

The man in white put his hand into the cloth bag, first touched the hole in the corner, and then took out his so-called token from it, and said with a light smile: "I wanted to find out who wanted to take my life first, and it was not too late to wait until I was worried about my life, but I didn't expect... Yes, you guessed right, I'm Qingli!" ”

After he admitted, the man in red said of the two buyers: "The two of them came by order and took a few gold leaves, and it seems that they don't know your name, but only report the name of Nanshu. ”

"Yunjin? Could it be her? Qingli pondered slightly, and the woman called "Rumo" gradually appeared in front of him.

"I've sent someone to shut those two people, and this matter is over, so as not to cause trouble." Presumably, even if the person who bought the murderer is noble and powerful, he does not dare to investigate the matter of hiring the murderer, and the death of the two people is dead, and they can't make any waves.

"Can you spare those two lives?" Qingli asked, wondering if it was Rumo who wanted his life, or if someone in their group was using her name to harm him.

Understanding his considerations, the man in red didn't say much, got up and opened the door, and said to Nan Shu who was guarding the door: "Take good care of your son-in-law!" After that, he left.

"Of course I'll take care of my son-in-law, and I still need you to say it!" Nanshu looked inexplicably at the man in red who was walking fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and muttered into the room, "Childe, what did he say to you?" Why did he suddenly feel that his attitude was different from before. ”

Qingli took the cloth bag and threw it into his hand, and said: "Nanshu, you are too careless, this cloth bag has a hole, you didn't even notice it, the token fell out, fortunately, the timing of the fall is right, if it falls on the road, I don't know how much trouble it will cause!" ”

When Nanshu heard this, he lowered his head and shaved the cloth bag in his arms, and sure enough, he found a hole in the corner of the bottom, and looked at his son-in-law with the hole, and said aggrievedly: "Childe, I was wrong!" ”

He never went out with too much luggage, this cloth bag is actually Nanshu to load some rare things bought on the way, just now the helmsman handed over the cloth bag to him, he touched the edge of the hole, not a sharp weapon, then there is only one possibility, it is some objects bought by Nanshu, packed inside, when riding a horse to wear out the cloth bag, the cloth around the hole is sparse but not broken, is the best proof.

It's also to blame him, after changing his clothes yesterday, he temporarily handed over the token to Nanshu for safekeeping, and he didn't think that something almost happened.

Nanshu hugged the cloth bag, and saw his son-in-law frowning and silent, thinking that he was still angry with him, and became even more anxious: "Childe, it's my fault, I didn't keep your token, and I bought these things for fun, don't be angry, I swear, never buy these small things again!" ”

Nanshu's words reminded Qing Li Piaoyuan's thoughts, at first glance, he really looked like that, stretching out his right hand and swearing to the sky, which was extremely funny. "Okay, I'll keep the token by myself in the future, this cloth bag, you can make it up first, and pay attention to it later." After all, he is still young, and his playful personality is inevitable, and Qingli doesn't want to suppress him.

Nanshu has been with him for many years, in addition to his mother, the closest person to him, since the small palace there is no lack of struggle, open and secret, the palace mothers are seeking benefits for their children, the mother concubine is docile, from a humble background, his father has been in the matter of the prince, in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, said that his biological mother was from a humble background, and he was not included in the candidate for the prince, even if he was familiar with the book of sages since he was a child, diligent in martial arts, Wen Taowu is not inferior to other brothers, but also can not be recognized by the father.

Mother is just a substitute for the temporary pleasure of the father, after the novelty, it becomes a dispensable existence, if it were not for this, the mother would not have been transferred to the king of the northern frontier by the father as a dancing queen, if it were not for this, she would not have died so early.

Mother's death, for him when he was a child, was a big blow, I still remember that at that time, my mother handed him over to the woman, her bloody hand left blood stains on his face, and her lips trembled and told him: "Li'er, don't resent your father, he is just too obsessed with his beloved, you don't resent your mother, your mother just doesn't want you to live in northern Xinjiang, you take this, go back to your father, he will take care of you, you must live well!" Alive! ”

As she said, with a purse stained with his mother's blood, he was taken to the capital by the woman who was saved by his mother, and when he was sent to the palace gate, the woman disappeared, returned to the palace again, and handed the purse to his father.

He returned to the palace where his mother lived again, with a token symbolizing his royal status, living alone in the empty hall, and could no longer remember how to laugh, until the appearance of Nanshu, this little boy who crawled in the dog hole, with a dirty face and unkempt hair, took out a candy and stretched it out in front of him: "Big brother, give it to you, sweet!" ”

It was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten, sweeter than the delicacies sent by the palace maid every day, Nanshu was secretly born by the concubines in the cold palace and the guards guarding the cold palace, he wouldn't tell him, the first time he used his token because of a piece of sugar, and ordered the guard who came to arrest him in a panic to let him go, his father didn't love him, or he loved his life more, Nanshu sneaked out this time, and he would definitely die if he was caught, and the death of a person in the palace was not a big deal, What's more, it's such an indifferent place in the cold palace.

He kept Nanshu and stayed by his side to serve, and it has been many years.

"Childe, what are you thinking?" Nanshu asked, Qingli looked at the token in his hand, remembered the past he had just recalled, and sighed: "Nanshu, do you remember, how many years have you been with me?" ”