Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Secret Says, The Last Words Are Left
Hearing An Mingyu's words and seeing Master Wang's embarrassed expression, Li Changshou laughed out loud: "That's it, it's impossible to coax our little Ayu away!" You are really, even if Xiao Ayu is talking nonsense everywhere, who can you tell it to? Amazing people from our Dali Village. You also know that the people of our Dali Village are not bragging, and they are the strictest. ”
Speaking of this, Li Changshou was full of pride and laid out the facts: "Otherwise, their mother can still live in this village for more than ten years?" I don't know who caught me back. ”
What do you mean!? Li Haoyue suddenly turned her head to look at Li Changshou, with a shocked expression, could it be that someone inquired about her mother's whereabouts?
An Mingyu solved a doubt in her heart, she knew that with Yang Yunniang's appearance, it was strange that no one was looking for her!
"That's what you think, in the third year of your mother's visit to the village, someone took your mother's portrait and asked if anyone had seen her. But if you enter my Dali Village, you are a person from my Dali Village, how can you let others find it back? ”
In Dali Village, there is a default rule that things that affect the safety of the village will never be spread. The peaceful life of hundreds of years is cherished by both the Li family who have been living here and the people who have fled to settle here.
No one wants people to spoil the peace and tranquility here, so if something goes wrong, no matter what conflicts there are between the people of the village, they will unanimously keep it a secret.
This is also the confidence that Li Changshou dared to return here with Wang Fuzi.
So the listeners of that year couldn't find anything, even if the people in the village recognized at a glance that the person in the portrait held by the other party was the Yang Yunniang who lived at the foot of the mountain, no one told the person much, so that the other party returned in vain.
"Who is the other party?" Li Haoyue asked worriedly.
"I don't know." Li Changshou shook his head, "It should be someone who was sent out." ”
In Li Changshou's opinion, whether it is someone sent by Yang Yunniang's family or someone who will be unfavorable to her, it is the same, anyway, there is no benefit to Li Tugen's family. Not letting the other party know Yang Yunniang's whereabouts is the best thing to do.
Seeing that the little boy's face was full of worry, Li Changshou comforted him: "Don't worry, no matter who it is, it should have given up, after all, nearly ten years have passed." ”
As soon as he said this, Li Haoyue felt that it made sense, and her worried heart relaxed a little. The news he had heard did not make him forget the main purpose of his visit, and he turned to look at Master Wang, waiting for his answer.
Master Wang, who was stared at by Li Haoyue and An Mingyu, also admitted that what Li Changshou said was true, and the villagers of Dali Village were very strict-mouthed, plus he could see that these two little guys would not give up if they did not achieve their goals today.
Although he didn't know why the youngest doll was also interested in these historical pasts, but, as the little one said, who knew who would help them get revenge in the future?
After all, from this little guy's every move after he came in, to the words he said just now, he felt as if he was earlier than Li Haoyue.
Of course, Wang Fuzi didn't really expect anyone to help them avenge them, but it was better to live with hope than hopeless.
"The next words will come out of my mouth and into your ears, and they will not be passed on." While speaking, Master Wang couldn't help but glance at An Mingyu again.
"Master, don't worry, my brother won't talk nonsense." Li Haoyue made a guarantee.
"The murderer of Emperor Chengzheng and his heirs was not found until Emperor Chengzheng's death. My ancestor, Lin Xiang's eldest son, once judged that this should be the result of many people joining forces in private. After all, Emperor Chengzheng has always refused to accept concubines, and the queen and the imperial heir have hindered the way of many people. Wang Fuzi began to recall the records he had seen.
"When Emperor Chengzheng died suddenly, in addition to the eunuchs and palace maids who accompanied him, only Emperor Yongmu and Uncle Xiao Yanchen were present. However, what my Taizu wrote down illustrates...... Emperor Chengzheng may not have died at that time, but he was in a state of suspended animation, and when he was buried in the imperial tomb, he was replaced, but in the end he was imprisoned by the murderer. ”
"Really? Why? The immature voice, but with supreme majesty, made Master Wang involuntarily answer seriously.
"I don't know the specific reason, because my Taizu guessed all this based on the discovery of Emperor Wenjun back then. There was an inconspicuous deaf-mute eunuch in the palace, if it weren't for the fact that when the imperial capital was facing the destruction of the city and the imperial family was about to come to an end, that eunuch would not even notice his existence. ”
The note he handed to Emperor Wenjun said that there was a decree of Emperor Chengzheng that he could save the lives of Huangfu and his family, so he was summoned by Emperor Wenjun and went with him to the palace he had been cleaning. The palace is very remote, and there is a dungeon underneath the palace. Inside the dungeon is a skeleton with limbs chained. The eunuch got there and asked Emperor Wen Jun to kowtow to the bones. Emperor Wenjun refused to do so, but the other party wrote the identity of the corpse on the ground, saying that it was Emperor Chengzheng......"
Wang Fuzi suddenly stopped talking, not knowing whether he should continue to speak, because the little boy sitting in front of him changed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth when he said the three words "Emperor Chengzheng".
The faint smile, coupled with the other party's staring at him, actually made him shudder.
There was a kind of majesty in his eyes that he couldn't speak, and there was a storm brewing in it, which frightened him. He wasn't sure what the little doll really was, but he was sure that it was not the kind of look that a toddler who was just over two years old would have, because it would send chills down his spine and fear in his heart.
"Go on." The little man's immature voice sounded again, and it contained a meaning that could not be violated.
Wang Fuzi calmed down his emotions and glanced at An Mingyu quickly. The other party's eyes made him dare not look directly, he quickly looked away, had doubts, and continued to speak: "The eunuch did not insist on letting Emperor Wen Jun bow down, but after letting Emperor Wen Jun retreat from everyone, he wrote the will that was said to be Emperor Chengzheng, and finally, as if he had completed his mission, he committed suicide by hitting the wall after kowtowing to the corpse a few times. ”
"What will?" An Mingyu looked directly at Master Wang and asked.
"To be precise, there are two last words," Wang Fuzi glanced at An Mingyu, recalling what his Taizu remembered, "One last word is that if the Huangfu clan comes to an end and the dynasty falls, the fleeing Huangfu clan can go to find a group of Huangfu clansmen who have been secretly hidden by the Shangwu Empress." ”
"Another last word," Master Wang paused, his expression very strange, "it is very strange." ”
"Say!" The childish children's voice is bright and crisp.
"It is the last words left by Emperor Chengzheng to the long-dead Tai'an princess." Wang Fuzi suppressed the creep that emerged in his heart when he saw that record, and said, "That last word is 'Imperial sister, my brother is very ashamed to live up to your expectations. If the rebel is still alive when you come back to life, kill him for your brother! ’”
With a "bang", An Mingyu got up, and the small stool she was sitting on fell to the ground because of this, making a huge noise. I saw her quickly turn her back to the crowd, and stood there, looking out of the house with her hands in her hands, silent for a long time.