In previous years, this secret mansion would only be opened on the seventh day of July, but this year's seventh of July, this mansion is particularly eye-catching—at this moment, many pairs of eyes are staring at the door in the dark, opening and closing again.

"It's still early, and the queen said that the emperor will come out in at least two or three hours." An emaciated man in black said to the people beside him.

"Don't act rashly, after all, our target today is not the emperor." The other leader-like man in black never took his eyes off the door of the house.

"Boss, is that guy really nearby?"

"He must be there." The man in black subconsciously touched the scar on the bridge of his nose, this is a new injury, it was left behind when he tracked down the whereabouts of that person a few days ago, and it was the man's subordinates who did it, if he hadn't dodged in time, he was afraid that his eyes would have been destroyed at that time.

The man in black secretly hated in his heart: This time, I will not let you have a good time in my hands.

Sure enough, three hours passed before the door of the house was pushed open again.

If someone passed by at this moment, they would have unimagined that the middle-aged man in front of them who was full of frustration and despair was the emperor of Dongzhao who was now the saint and respected by the people.

The carriage had stopped in front of the house, and the emperor felt a chill for no reason, and it turned out to be evening, and he subconsciously gathered the shawl on his body.

"Master, please get in the car, it's not too early, we should go back to the palace."

Tanglin Xun stepped into the carriage silently, this small movement, at this moment was a little difficult, the moment before the curtain was lowered, he turned his head and looked deeply at the door of the house again.

After the carriage completely disappeared at the end of the alley, half a moment later, at the side door of the house, a black shadow flashed, and if you don't look closely, it seems to be just a touch of afterglow of the sunset.

"And he did."

"Huh? What do you say, boss? The emaciated man in black obviously didn't notice anything unusual, and looked around the quiet house, his eyes were already a little relaxed.

Boom! The scar man knocked on the door of the little man's head with the handle of the knife in his hand, "I'm still stunned, the targets are in!" ”

"What, what?" The little man woke up from a dream and almost screamed, but soon deliberately lowered his voice.

"I'll go in first, you go and inform a few of them, and follow the plan."

"Yes, sir!"

Mo Yan walked into the house step by step, this was the first time he came here, but he was not half strange at all - because everything in this house was built according to the layout of the palace where his mother lived in the palace at the beginning, and even the number of flowers and trees in the courtyard were exactly the same, but no one took care of them here for many years, the flowers and branches withered, and the plants and trees grew wildly, which was diametrically opposed to the Kunyi Palace that was full of people and flourished at the beginning.

In order to keep this secret alone, I would never let even one more person set foot here.

"You abandoned her and didn't believe in her at the beginning, and now what's the use of setting up this house here, failing to protect her in life, but imprisoning her behind her? Oh, Aventurine Xun, Aventurine Xun, you will always be so selfish. ”

Entering the main hall, as Mo Yan expected, the layout and furnishings inside, even the gold-inlaid Hetian jade Ruyi on the wooden cabinet were exactly the same as in his mother's bedroom.

No, to be exact, it should be Tanglin Xun who brought back the unburned objects in the Kunyi Palace intact.

Mo Yan gently swiped the tables, cabinets and ornaments with his hand, there was no dust, it seemed that everything in this room had been wiped by Donglin Xun.

In the end, Mo Yan's hand stopped on a hexagonal glass vase, and his thoughts couldn't help but be pulled back far away......

It was the first year that he and his mother returned to the palace, and at the end of the year, Tanglin Xun sent the glass vase that entered the palace to his mother, and his mother loved him very much, regardless of the heavy snow outside, he wanted to go outside to fold plums.

After being known by Tanglin Xun, he said a few words of disgust, but accompanied her to the imperial garden, folded a lot of budding red plums, and came back to sit under the window together, baking charcoal fire, and holding hands to insert plums.

This was about the first time Mo Yan had seen that kind of look on his mother's face - ashamed as a girl.

Mo Yan came back to his senses from his memories, and the joints of his fingers holding the vase turned white, and now the glass vase is still bright, but there is no longer such fragrant red plum.

He gently lowered the vase and walked to the inner room, where he saw the incense case and the tablet of his mother, whom he had come here to take with him.

The tablet is engraved enough to show the carver's intentions, but it is not elegant, Mo Yan knows, it must not be from his own hand, but Tanglin Xun carved it himself.

"Wife Mo's Ning Yun's lotus position."

In addition to these eight characters, there is nothing else, neither the date of the card, nor the surname of the husband's family.

Wife? Do you really think of her as your wife?

Mo Yan pulled down his hood, took off his mask, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to his mother's tablet three times, and finally bowed to the ground for a long time before getting up.

He took out a plain cloth from the inner pocket on his chest, stepped forward to hold the tablet with both hands, and carefully wrapped it into the cloth, and at this moment there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the moment Mo Yan turned around, the door had been pushed open.

Squeak –

When the last light of the remnant sun disappeared on the edge of Shangling City, in the secret room on the top floor of a restaurant in the west of the city, sat a figure with an extraordinary temperament - Empress Yeyang.

She has not been out of the palace for a long time, in recent years, whether it is out of the palace autumn, south or north, the emperor no longer takes the queen, only the harem is complicated, and the queen has always been weak, it is inconvenient to travel long distances.

But the queen herself knows very well that in recent years, the emperor and herself have become more and more estranged. In the early years, although the emperor's mind was always on that woman, the honor and dignity of the queen were a lot, but now the emperor rarely appears under the eaves with him except for last year's festival.

Empress Yeyang wondered in her heart, did the emperor already notice something? If he really knew that Mo Ningyun was the enemy country, and all the private things with others were designed by himself......

No, no, if the emperor really had evidence, according to his feelings for that woman, he would have come to him to ask for guilt, not to mention that he still has Yi'er, as a prince, he is so good, as long as he has a son, his position as the queen and the future queen mother will be as stable as a rock and will not be shaken.

Now, Empress Yeyang has also figured out what kind of husband's favor and sincerity, the queen's golden seal treasure book in her hand is eternal, what about Mo Ningyun occupying Donglin Xun's heart for a lifetime? It's not like he was defeated at his own hands early.

Now she only needs to get rid of her evil son, and she can rest easy in the future!