Fu Su's hand clenched hard and drooped down, his fingers slowly loosened, and he struggled to spit out a sentence, "Bury those dead members, and in addition, the injured, listen to the wind pavilion to raise their family until everyone dies!" ”

"Master, the cost of these will be very large."

"I can't care so much anymore!" Fusu roared: "How many people have I lost for the news of Ying Yuchen's biological mother? What do I gain by giving for an uncertain factor? There's a good chance that all I end up receiving is an ethereal person! ”

"No."

Chu Xiao agreed and retreated, he knew that the current Fusu was uncomfortable and needed to stay alone for a while. All he could do was to do what Fusu had told him to do, and to be kind to the families of the dead brothers.

Half a month later, the people who listened to the Wind Pavilion passed the news of Ying Yuchen's biological mother to Chu Xiao, and Chu Xiao quickly sent the things to Fengwu Palace.

"Master, these are all the news of the little son's biological mother, please take a look."

Fusu picked up the thing in Chu Xiao's hand and opened it impatiently. He has a slight grudge in his heart for the possible person, but he still has to know who saved him back then.

The first thing he opened was a painting painted on a silk handkerchief.

The person in the painting is dressed in white with his head raised, a pair of big eyes that seem to be able to speak, lips slightly pursed, a small nose, and a face the size of a palm are better than everything in the world.

When Fusu saw the person in the painting, a figure broke into his mind, and he gradually had an answer in his heart. In order to confirm this answer, he grabbed the bamboo slip on the table and looked at it slowly.

The first piece on the bamboo slip reads: Nalan Ruoqing.

When he saw these four words, Fusu's whole person was soft on the seat. He still looked down line by line at Nalan Ruoqing's things from childhood to adulthood.

When I was a child, my parents were not in harmony, and my mother chose to reconcile and divorce, and took Nalan Ruoqing to marry the king of Southern Xinjiang. Nalan Ruoqing's father married someone else and gave birth to a daughter. Nalan Ruoqing became a victim because of the struggle of the royal family, was victimized by traitors, and was exiled to the Qin Dynasty. Later, because he looked like the dead child of Weiyang's parents, he was regarded as Weiyang by Weiyang's parents.

"Ah Xiao, do you know anything?"

"Prince, Chu Xiao doesn't know."

"You know something, but you just don't say it." Fusu said: "So, Nalan Ruoqing, who is it?" ”

Chu Xiao was silent for a long time before he spoke, "I don't know if I should say something to the prince." ”

"Say."

"Weiyang grew up with us since she was a child, and her parents, to be precise, the family that adopted her sold her into the Qinglou for silver, and then she was rescued by the prince. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the prince was poisoned that year and needed someone to rescue him, we wouldn't have thought that it was a daughter. ”

"Weiyang has been by the prince's side for many years, and he has spent the longest time with the prince. If it is really determined that she is the biological mother of the little son, then everyone will naturally be happy. If, Prince, I mean if. She is not the biological mother of the little son, so what should I do? ”

Fusu breathed a sigh of relief, "If she is not Yu Chen's biological mother, why should she keep concealing her identity and teaming up with Wujian to play a fake death to deceive Lone?" Moreover, that day, Qianche saw her appear in Qingju with her own eyes holding Yuchen. If you hadn't stayed in Qingju for a long time, how would you know about the existence of Qingju. ”