"Where's the concubine?" Zhu Shanglie gently pushed Zhu Shangbing away, "I want to see her!" ”

"Shang Lie, you calm down first, the concubine is not here."

Zhu Shangbing knew that the most serious problem was coming, and he still hadn't made up his mind whether to tell his brother the truth.

"Not there? What does it mean not to be there? Not in the palace? Zhu Shanglie's eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Well, not in the palace." Zhu Shangbing once again avoided Zhu Shanglie's eyes.

"Where is the concubine, you say, what are you hiding from me?" Zhu Shanglie stood up and pulled his brother up, "Let's go, go outside and talk!" ”

Zhu Shangbing, forcibly dragged by his younger brother, stood at the foot of the steps of the fugue a moment ago.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you today? How much are you hiding from me? We brothers have not been separated from each other since childhood, why don't you even tell me such an important thing that my mother is still alive in this world? You know my ......."

Zhu Shangbing sniffed and swallowed, as if he had made a difficult and important decision.

"If you dare to hide anything from me again, our brothers don't do it!" Zhu Shanglie pushed Zhu Shangbing's chest, which was regarded as a warning to him.

"Ahh Zhu Shangbing took two steps back, bent down slightly, and covered his chest with one hand.

He felt King Jin's token pierce into his body like a blunt object.

He reached into his arms and pulled out the token.

"What is this?" Zhu Shanglie stepped forward and reached out to snatch the token.

"King Jin's token? How could it be with you? Does this have anything to do with the concubine? ”

Zhu Shanglie looked at the bronze token, and sensitively understood the unusual features of this token.

Zhu Shangbing saw that the token was shining in Zhu Shanglie's hand, and it was by no means as dull as in his hand. He knew that the gap between himself and his brother was too big, and he did not have the ability or courage to solve the problem.

He can only hide things until someone else finds out.

"The mother concubine may have been taken away by King Jin." Zhu Shangbing said heavily.

"Taken away by King Jin? Why did he take his mother? Zhu Shanglie was filled with righteous indignation and found the real enemy.

"I don't know. Originally, King Yan's entourage asked me to find a woman's corpse to replace my mother's concubine, and he also taught me to arrange various matters to get through the tricks. ”

Zhu Shangbing wants to tell his brother all the ins and outs, and through his eyes, he can discover more truths and find more solutions.

"King Yan's retinue? Why did he teach you this? Zhu Shanglie asked.

"I don't know, but he said he wanted me to find a secluded place to house my mother...... "Zhu Shangbing completely handed himself over to his younger brother.

"He said that? He wanted to place his mother, but King Jin took away his mother, and it seems that he has nothing to do with King Jin. You go ahead and talk about King Jin. "Zhu Shanglie is clearly organized.

"After I found a place to put my mother, I went to her room to look for her. But the concubine was gone, and I found the token of King Jin. ”

"And then?"

"Then I immediately went to find the King of Jin, he had left the palace, and the mother concubine was nowhere to be found."

"That means that it may be King Jin, or it may not be that he took away the concubine, you didn't see it with your own eyes." Zhu Shanglie reasoned, and Zhu Shangbing nodded.

After Zhu Shanglie lowered his head and pondered for a while, he raised his head and half-squinted his eyes, as if searching for the answer.

"Now there are two possibilities: one is that King Jin took away his mother, and the other is that King Jin did not take away his mother. The former is more likely, since his token fell in the room of the concubine. ”

Zhu Shangbing nodded, he only nodded, his sluggish head couldn't sort out the derivation one by one.

"This problem is easy to solve, we just need to send someone to the Jin Palace's mansion to investigate." Zhu Shanglie said.

Zhu Shangbing's heart was a little lighter, and any problem in his younger brother's hands could be opened layer by layer like a cow.

"Let's take a look at the greater possibility first, King Jin took away his mother. Why did he do it? ”

Zhu Shanglie lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the ground. Although it looks like he's talking to his brother, he's actually talking to himself.

"Either because of love or because of hate." Zhu Shanglie drew two lines on the ground with his toes, one representing love and the other representing hate.

"Because of love? Because of hate? Because of the shock, Zhu Shangbing rarely opened his mouth.

"King Jin loves his mother?" Zhu Shanglie's foot tapped a few times on the line of love, and he shook his head, not wanting to admit this fact.

"King Jin hates his father!" Zhu Shanglie stepped on the line of hatred and did not raise it again.

For a moment, his gaze wandered through the temple, found his father's tablet, and sneered contemptuously.

He put aside the disappearance of his mother, the problem they were trying to solve now, and everything.

It's just that someone hates his father, and that's enough to make his heart happy.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze and thoughts. He knows how to distinguish between right and wrong, and what is important.

Now they want to find out the whereabouts of the concubine, and their enemy is the king of Jin.

The enemy of the Qin Palace's palace is the king of Jin, so it means that he has to put aside his grudge with his father for the time being.

"Why does King Jin hate his father?" Zhu Shangbing muttered, passively involved in his younger brother's reasoning, like falling into a cloud, dizzy, and unclear.

"It's not strange," Zhu Shanglie calmly, "The prince is fighting openly and secretly, and the wind and waves are calm on the surface, but in fact the dark tide is surging...... By the way, after his father returned from Taozhou, did King Jin come to the palace? ”

"Yes, he's been here." Zhu Shangbing said.

"What did they say?" Zhu Shanglie asked.

"I don't know about that."

"King Jin and his father have no friendship, except for the grand gathering of princes, he never came to Xi'an, how could he suddenly come to see his father alone after his father's triumph? I think it's weird...... After that, my father fell ill......"

Zhu Shanglie dissected layer by layer, pushing King Jin into the position of murderer.

"Shang Lie, you won't say that it was King Jin who killed his father, right?"

Zhu Shangbing's body stiffened, and his shadow was like a tombstone in the sun.

He didn't even want to accept the fact that King Jin took away his mother's concubine, let alone that King Jin killed his father?

He always wanted everything to be fine, no antagonism, no disputes.

If the King of Jin really harmed his father, then the Qin Palaces and the Jin Palaces might start a war......

"No, no, how can this be?" He chose to flee from darkness and evil.

"Big brother, don't dream. Think about it, before his father came out of the funeral, King Jin disappeared, where did he go? He didn't make a ghost, how could he be so disrespectful to his father and disappear for no reason? ”

Zhu Shanglie's words hit Zhu Shangbing's head fiercely.

"We must take revenge!" Zhu Shanglie rushed to the crown and clenched his fists.

At this time, his father was not a father whom he hated, but a father who had been killed.

The king of Jin killed his father, took away his mother's concubine, and trampled on the palace of the king of Qin. As the heirs of the King of Qin, they must take revenge!

"After killing Zhu, he is no longer our third uncle!" Zhu Shanglie spat on the ground.

"Shang Lie ......" Zhu Shangbing wanted to persuade his younger brother to calm down, maybe things were not what he imagined.

"Big brother, if you're afraid, let me deal with Zhu alone! I'm not afraid of him! Zhu Shanglie glanced at Zhu Shangbing.

He knew that Zhu Shangbing had always been cowardly and hesitant, but he was still angry.

The eldest son of his father, the second generation of King Qin of the Qin Palace, is such a bear. Zhu has already made the Qin Wangfu jump, how can the eldest brother swallow his anger?

"We ...... Where to start? Zhu Shangbing catered to his younger brother.

He prepared for the worst - risked his life. But if he risked his life, was everything right?

"He killed his father and took away his mother's concubine, and he will definitely prevent the Qin Palace's revenge. We must consider a plan to deal him with a fatal blow. ”

Zhu Shanglie slammed a fist on the palm of a hand, although he was impulsive, he was not reckless.

"Well, do you want to ...... Tell Grandpa Huang? ”

"No, you can't. What we are talking about is the one-sided words of the Qin Palace, how can the imperial grandfather believe it? On the contrary, he will suspect that we have another purpose, and then not only will Zhu be unscathed, but the Qin Wangfu will also be condemned. ”

"Oh."

"Big brother, I'll send someone to the Jin Palace's Mansion to find out if the concubine is there, and we'll talk about other things when we receive the news."

Zhu Shanglie left in a hurry, holding the bronze token engraved with incriminating evidence in his hand.

Guanyin Nu sat in front of the dresser for a long, long time.

This dresser is very different from the one in King Qin's mansion.

This is done in her favorite style.

Zhu repeatedly asked her about her preferences, and ordered the carpenter to create this furniture with a strong Mongolian flavor within a few days.

At the bottom of the dresser is an endless grassland, dotted with yellow golden plum and snowflake-like pine grass.

On either side of the mirror galloped wild horses, their brown-yellow fur like the crystallization of yellow earth, the mane of their neck standing firmly, and their powerful tails whipped off.

The white clouds hanging high above gently overlook the grassland, bringing peace and praying for the blessings of the common people.

From the mirror, Guanyin Nu noticed more than just her own long hair, and she was intoxicated by this new and familiar room.

The bed is in the shape of a Mongolian dome.

Dozens of willow trees support the circular dome, which is covered with a thick white carpet on top and all sides, and has a door facing south.

The bed was only a foot high from the ground and was cut into a circle according to the shape of the dome.

On the whole, it is similar to the dome, but it is not exactly the same, but this is enough to make Guanyinnu deeply grateful to Zhu.

White is the color taboo of the Han people, and it is the color used in funerals. But for the Mongols, white is pure and flawless, supreme.

There was a white dome in the Han people's house, and Guanyin Nu understood what that meant.

There was an impulse in her heart that she had to thank Zhu Zhu, the king of Jin.