And Li Changqing hid the things that Xiao Guifei left in the palm of her hand when she left, and kept thinking about Xuanyuan Qi in her heart, and when she left, she invited the Queen Mother and returned to the side hall with half a bowl of chicken soup.

It was still the palace maid in the morning, she was carrying chicken soup for Li Changqing, and when she arrived at the door, she didn't see Chunhe, Li Changqing looked around, and then ordered the palace maid to leave and push the door in.

At a glance, I saw Xuanyuan Qi, who was standing silently in front of the painting, closed the door with his backhand first, and then called softly to the sixth prince but did not respond, so he put the plate in his hand on the table, and then walked to him and followed his gaze to look at the painting in front of him that had a strange incident.

"The clouds and the water are inseparable! Do you know what it means? Xuanyuan Qi's gaze was distant and profound, and the eyes that were usually evil became serious at this time, as if they were about to begin to tell an unknown secret.

"I want to hear about it." Li Changqing stood side by side with him, and the dappled sunlight coming in through the window lattice stretched the backs of the two of them very long.

Xuanyuan Qi pointed to a woman holding a flute on the painting and said, "This is Aunt Yun." ”

Li Changqing was shocked, Aunt Yun? Could it be Ling Yunxi?

"Before I was five years old, I always called her Aunt Yun, I remember the red mole in her eyebrows, my mother said it was a tear mole, Aunt Yun is the one who loves to cry the most in my memory, and after crying, I always use my little hands to wipe her tears." It was vague, and Xuanyuan Qi didn't know why, when he saw this painting, so many pictures flashed in his mind.

"The person who strokes the harp is your mother?" Li Changqing watched his slender fingertips tremble slightly, and when he heard the word "mother", his eyes became hot and clear.

"Yes, she's my mother, Shui Yueying." Xuanyuan Qi's words were spoken very slowly, as if he was slowly releasing his memory. And his expression also became obscure and unpredictable as Shui Yueying's three words came out.

It turned out that his mother's name was Shui Yueying, and Li Changqing clearly remembered that yesterday, Chunhe said two names: one Ling Yunxi and one Shui Yueying.

The two entered the palace together, could it be that something happened in between?

"Aunt Yun and her mother entered the palace together, and at that time, the two were promoted to concubines together, but I don't know why later, Aunt Yun disappeared and my mother died." Xuanyuan Qi can clearly remember the day his mother died, the day he hid behind the curtain and watched her die a tragic death.

"What do you mean by the clouds on your sleeve?" Li Changqing saw that the color of his eyes was slowly turning red, and he was shocked, and hurriedly changed the topic and asked.

"Infernal, intimate, infernal, is Aunt Yun and my mother's names each take one word to indicate the intimate relationship between the two." Xuanyuan Qi's memories before the age of five were pleasant and warm, but after the age of five, he almost didn't know his life and death.

So that's the case, Li Changqing suddenly realized that it is also commendable to have bosom friends like Boya and Zhong Ziqi in the harem.

"Is this Aunt Yun in your mouth still alive?" Li Changqing looked at the two beautiful women in the painting, their expressions were salty and light, but in the eyes of each other, there was a feeling of meeting a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers.

"I don't know, I just know that Aunt Yun disappeared after I was five years old, and I didn't expect to see her paintings here today. It seems that I have found someone to check Aunt Yun's residence in the past few years, but I have found nothing, but I didn't expect to meet it here now. Xuanyuan sighed with some emotion.

It turned out that the residence of the Queen Mother, which he had hated so much for so many years, actually hid Aunt Yun's things.

"No, I ask you, do you think she's alive?" Li Changqing asked again, his tone was very firm, as if he was confirming something.

"My mother can't draw, but if she can paint this picture, I guess, it must be Aunt Yun."

"She's alive!" Li Changqing finished speaking without hesitation, looked at the shock in Xuanyuan Qi's eyes, and then continued: "This painting is new, since you have said that you can make this painting, it must be someone who has a good relationship with your mother, or knows your mother, and this painting is new, it means that this person must be Aunt Yun in your mouth, that is, Ling Guifei Ling Yunxi." ”

"Have you seen her?" Xuanyuan Qi suddenly grabbed Li Changqing's arm excitedly, his slender and upright body, for the first time, there was a slight trembling excitement in front of Li Changqing.

"I haven't seen it, I guessed it from the paintings." Li Changqing still temporarily concealed the matter of "Chunhe".

Xuanyuan Qi turned his head and glanced at Li Changqing, his eyes were extremely dark, and the faint red color had completely disappeared, replaced by a bottomless darkness, like an iceberg, with a chill.

made Li Changqing feel that he could be seen through at a glance.

I didn't feel the clothes on my body tightened.

"Let's have some soup first." In order to break this strange deadlock, Li Changqing hurriedly turned his head and served him a bowl of chicken soup, put it on one side, and pulled him over.

Xuanyuan prayed to ease down, looking at the few pieces of chicken in the bowl, but still drank it in one go, only then did he feel a little warmer in his body, and when he thought of chicken soup, his heart suddenly throbbed.

Just now, his expression was afraid that it scared her, looking at her slightly flattering expression, and at this moment, his eyes were staring at him without moving for a moment, and a thick smile swelled in his evil eyes.

"I scared you just now."

"Nope." Li Changqing shook his head and denied it.

"Aunt Yun loves me the most, if Aunt Yun is still alive, she will definitely recognize me." Xuanyuan Qi's eyes were far-reaching, and his memory was pulled back.

"That year, it seemed that there was a fire, Aunt Yun disappeared, and I was immediately sent to Xiangji Temple, and spent almost ten years, that time, when you saw me, it was the day of my illness, and it was also the time of assassination, and the next day I was sent back to the mansion of the Six Princes by Xuanyuan Jing, and I have always been known as a waste, not only because of my body, but because I was considered by others to be an ominous person who killed my mother since I was a child."

Xuanyuan Qi hugged his forehead, and when he spoke for the first time, his voice was trembling and hopeless.

Li Changqing heard that he was called Emperor Xuanyuan Jing, not his father, but seeing that he hated this emperor's father in his heart, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and took the initiative to reach out and hug his body and said: "It's all over, isn't it good now, if you find Aunt Yun, you will be clear." ”

Li Changqing comforted him while patting him on the shoulder.

Just as he was about to speak again, he heard a small voice outside, which seemed to be a rapid gasp, and his eyes couldn't help but be cold, and he scolded out the window: "Who is where!" ”

The man didn't seem to expect that Li Changqing, who was immersed in the aura of grief and indignation, still had such a keen sense of hearing, and his body was busy leaving, but Xuanyuan Qi rushed through the window and grabbed her neck and pinched it hard.