"Young Master Zheng, why are you crying?" Jiang Tian's question didn't matter, Zheng Cong simply cried out loud after hearing this.

made Jiang Tian numb again.

She touched her bosom and found that the handkerchief was missing.

He hurriedly looked towards the study.

After rummaging for a long time, I finally remembered that there was an unused Juanpa on the bookshelf.

And he took it and gave it to him.

"Mr. Jiang, I really didn't mean to, I made everyone annoying, Mr. Jiang, I, wow......" Tears broke down again.

Jiang Tian didn't know how to persuade him, so he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

When I came back, I only saw this scene.

Weird?

Why did he go back to Dayu Temple for a few days, and there was a little crying bag in the house.

"Xiaokong, you came just in time, you are the same age as Young Master Zheng, help me persuade him." Jiang Tian was worried that he didn't know how to persuade him, turned his head and saw the clear space standing outside the study and wanted to leave, and rushed over a few steps to drag him into the house.

Clearance rarely cries, no, to be precise, he doesn't like to cry.

Master said that crying doesn't solve anything.

"Don't be stunned, go and help me persuade me." Jiang Tian took a big step back and stood side by side with him.

Gently slammed his arm down with his elbow.

Motioned for him to speak quickly.

“…… Oh~" Jingkong's cold face still didn't react at all, but his voice rarely gave birth to a lot of ups and downs, "Little brother." ”

"Who is your little brother, didn't you hear Mr. Jiang say that we are the same age, you, why do you look a little alike?!" When Zheng Cong met his eyes with a pair of rabbit eyes, some images flashed in his mind.

"Huh? Why do I think you look like the little master of the Great Feather Temple? ”

What the!!

Jiang Tian and Jingkong heard him ask this sentence.

Both of them were stunned on their faces.

The identity of the clear space is currently known only to Donglu Ziheng and Mo Yang.

The rest of the house didn't know.

In order to help him hide his identity, Jiang Tian lied and said that Jingkong had saved her on the way.

Plus his family is dead.

So he was left to be an errand runner.

She only called him Xiaokong in front of the people in the house and outsiders.

No one found out who he was.

Jiang Tian looked at the clear air.

She remembered asking about the clearance earlier.

Jingkong said that almost no outsiders had seen him when he was practicing at Owaji Temple.

Where did Zheng Cong recognize him?

is also a clear space reaction quickly, "This young master, the little one is called Xiao Kong, and he doesn't dare to climb the little master of the clear space." ”

Zheng Cong saw him answer like this.

Blinked, stunned for two seconds.

"Oh, I guess it looks like it!"

Hearing him say this, Jiang Tian became curious and asked, "Young Master Zheng, have you ever seen the little master of the Pure Sky before?" I heard that he is a closed disciple of Master Wuwei, does he really look so similar to Xiaokong? ”

“…… Uh~" Zheng Cong scratched the back of his head.

He frowned and thought hard, and then circled around the clearance twice.

"It doesn't look like it this way."

Listen to him whisper.

Jiang Tian leaned up, "Young Master Zheng?!" ”

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, look at me, I forgot to answer your question."

Zheng Cong then told Jiang Tian about them.

He has been in poor health since he was a child and has been sick.

Later, the housekeeper heard that he could ask the portrait of the little master to suppress evil spirits.

So he bought off the people of Dayu Temple and secretly painted the portrait of the little master of the clear space......

Hearing this, Jiang Tian glanced at the clear space.

Before the clearance, I had heard that many people would secretly hang his portrait.

He also thought they were using someone else's portrait.

I didn't expect that someone in the Great Feather Temple would dare to steal his portrait to make money.

Dead.

In Zheng Cong's house, Jiang Tian explained clearly what needed attention.

and then he left his house.

“…… After Jiang Tian left, Zheng Cong went back to bed to rest. Mo Yang said here, looking at Dong Lu Ziheng, who didn't speak.

"Lord Wang, the brothers who stayed in Chenguang County have investigated Zheng Cong clearly, and even sent the portrait over, and Fang Cai's subordinates have already tested him for not being disguised and not knowing martial arts, so it shouldn't be a fine work sent by the emperor. Now should we worry about the little master of the clear space, he did not hesitate to approach Jiang Tian and stay in the palace without leaving, what the hell is going to do? ”

“……”

Dong Lu Ziheng didn't rush to answer.

He looked out the window at the dark night.

"Mo Yang, the little master of the clear space is a monk after all, and he also saved Jiang Tian, and he didn't mean to harm her life, but this Zheng Cong doesn't look simple, I have tried many times today, and he has cleverly avoided it, do you really believe that someone would run to the imperial city when the chicken plague is so serious just to see Mr. Talk?" Dong Lu Ziheng didn't believe it.

His instincts told him.

Either Zheng Cong covers it up well, or he's a fool.

But how could a fool do so many flattering things.

There must be demons when abnormal.

The way of the world right now.

This kind of fool can't survive.

"Young Master Zheng, have you gotten up? We're going out. Young Master Zheng. Jiang Tian knocked on the door of the house for a long time, but did not hear any movement, worried that something would happen to him, so he hurriedly went in, but found that he was burning very badly.

So I hurried to ask the doctor to come over.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm so uncomfortable, doctor, I shouldn't have chicken plague......" Zheng Cong was so dazed that he kept talking.

The doctor shook his head, "Young Master Zheng, don't worry, it's okay, you just contracted the wind chill on the road, it's not chicken plague, the old man will prescribe a medicine for you, you can just sleep after taking it." ”

It wasn't until he heard this that Jiang Tian breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, if Zheng Cong really felt chicken plague, he would have to be sent to the broken temple in the east of the city for unified isolation.

When the time comes, whether to live or die is entirely up to the will of God.

God forbid.

"Mo Yang, Jiang Tian is still serving in Zheng Cong's house?"

Mo Yang nodded.

"Tell Jiayi and they continue to stare."

"Hmm." Mo Yang didn't know why the prince was so cautious this time.

Inevitably, there was a mistake, and he was the person he randomly selected when checking Zheng Cong's identity.

Indeed, he is himself.

"Moyang, do you think I'm too careful this time?" Dong Lu Ziheng looked up and asked.

"No, now is an extraordinary time, you should worry more, lord." Mo Yang threw out such a sentence.

But Dong Lu Ziheng saw through what he was thinking.

"Mo Yang, do you remember what Jiang Tian said in the house that day?" Donglu Ziheng asked.

Mo Yang thought for a while, "Lord Wang, what you are talking about is Jiang Tian saying that she promised the emperor to do a fine job. ”

"Hmm. We fought with the emperor a few times, even if Jiang Tian took poison, he would not be at ease, if I did, he would put a person in and stare at her when. ”

Donglu Ziheng said, pausing for a moment, "Do you know what I mean?" Zheng Cong came by coincidence. The background is innocent, there is nothing unsafe, the point is that he is too good at acting......"

The matter fell back to Zheng Cong's identity.

Mo Yang also thought about the possibility of his identity being faked.

However, if you want to install such a perfect identity, you have to deploy it more than ten years ago.

This is also unlikely.

Early the next morning, Jiang Tian got up early and went to the kitchen to cook rice porridge.

In order to make up for Zheng Cong's body, he also used half a bag of rice to go outside and replace a chicken back.