It's night, Bian'an City, Qinmei Palace.

Li Zhanju, who was wearing the prince's robe, hurriedly left from Qinmei Palace, although Xian Guifei bought the prince and kept controlling the medicine given to Emperor Mingzong, so that he could not wake up, but the jade seal has not been found, even if he has the prince's treasure seal and Xian Guifei's support, but the rumors that he is not justified are still slowly spreading in private.

However, he can't let these people go down - the current chaos is not stable, and the severe punishment will make his situation even more difficult.

"Orchid." Duanxian's voice called to her henchman, with a hint of tiredness in her tone.

But after a long time, no one responded.

Concubine Xian's brows furrowed slightly, and she called again: "Lan Quinoa? ”

Still no response.

Xian Guifei suddenly felt bad, and was about to exit with a "coming" sound, but it was stuck in her throat, looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared like a ghost, she forced herself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?" ”

Concubine Xian knew that in addition to the palace guards in Qinmei Palace, Li Zhanju also arranged two secret guards, which not only protected her safety, but also helped her play a vital role in stabilizing the harem. But the man with the facial expression in front of him came in so quietly, and the two secret guard masters didn't notice it at all, nor did they make any movement.

Most of them have already died......

has such a high skill, except for Li, who has the title of "the world's number one killer", there is no second person.

It's just that he didn't answer Concubine Xian's words, but looked at her coldly with a pair of dark bottomless eyes, condescending, as if he was just looking at something.

"Who the hell are you?" Xian Guifei asked in a deep voice again, with the other party's skills, she could easily kill him, but the other party didn't make a move, it was clear that she had another intention, "Who sent you?" What do you want to do? ”

"Your son." He spit out three words, which can be regarded as answering the three questions raised by Concubine Xian.

Xian Guifei's face turned pale, her son? Li Zhanju? Didn't he just leave?

Li Yan ignored her changing expression, reached out and took it into her arms, Xian Guifei was nervous for a while, and subconsciously wanted to grab something from her side to resist.

Seeing her reaction, a trace of disdain flashed in Liyan's heart, but his face did not move at all, and his movements did not stagnate, he took out a roll of paper from his arms and threw it towards Xian Guifei.

Xian Guifei didn't know why, so she hurriedly avoided it, because she didn't find anything, so she could only raise her sleeves to cover it. As a result, it turned out that it was a roll of paper, and the bones rolled to the place where she was sitting.

"Look." Detachment spat out a word indifferently.

Xian Guifei was stunned for a moment, her eyes went back and forth between Lixian and the scroll of paper a few times, and then stared at Lixian vigilantly, while carefully picking up the scroll of paper and quickly unfolding the paper.

In that paper is a portrait of an extremely handsome man, a little like her, a little like the emperor. It's just that on the handsome face outlined by the ink pen, Tete used cinnabar to draw a lot of lines on the face, destroying a good handsome face, which looked bewitching and weird. Next to the eight-character birthday, it should be this man's.

Xian Guifei's eyes paused slightly, as if she suddenly realized something, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the portrait trembled slightly: "He is ......"

raised her head suddenly, wanting to ask the man who suddenly appeared, who was the person on the painting and where it was, but Concubine Xian suddenly found that there was no one in front of her, and the man who appeared like a ghost unconsciously left again.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

It seemed to be just an illusion on her part - if she didn't hold this small statue in her hands.

That eight characters is the eight characters of her child's birthday. It was precisely because of this line of eight characters that she suddenly realized what the strange cinnabar red lines on the small statue meant.

She worked hard, concealed it strictly, and endured all the hardships, but she gave birth to a son with demon lines on her face. If this child is seen, he will never have a way to live!

She ruthlessly asked people to send the child out of the palace, and cried and begged the emperor to tell such a big lie.

The stable woman who delivered the child that day and the palace people who served have all been dealt with, and the only people in the know are Lan Quinoa and the old man of the Pingwang Mansion who sent the child out of the palace that day. The old man in the Pingwang Mansion, it was because of this that she was sure that Li Zhanju was her son, the son who was ruthlessly sent out of the palace because she was too cautious.

She had never doubted the news coming from there, and she had never doubted Li Zhanju's identity, but such a thin portrait note in her hand tore a gap of doubt in her heart, making her more and more uneasy the more she thought about it.

Especially the elusive man in black, he only said four words in total, except for the word "look" to remind her to look at the small image on the paper, the three words "your son" stretched her thoughts longer and longer.

The other party wants to say that the person in this portrait is her real son? Or did you answer one or all of the three questions she asked?

Who are you—a close confidant by your son's side.

Who sent you - your son.

What do you want to do - come and tell you that your son is not Li Zhanju.

It seems that everything can be explained, but it is all just her guess.

But if the person behind the scenes who sent this small statue was not her own son, or the person who detained her and revealed his identity, why did he send this small statue at this point in time?

Loei, partial courtyard.

Opposite Li Yan sat Bai Que, drinking tea together. It's just that the former has a relaxed face, and the latter, although he wears a mask, can feel the anger emanating from his body. Cups and plates were clanged to vent their frustration. Even if Liyan, who sneaked into the palace out of nowhere to deliver the statue, and quietly returned to Loei, appeared in the room where they were, Bai Que snorted angrily, turned his gaze to the side, and didn't look at him.

A trace of loss flashed in his eyes, ignoring Li Yan, silently moving the stool to a position very close to Bai Que, and holding his hand, as if subconsciously currying favor, but because of Li Yan's presence, he didn't want him to hear the scene of his coaxing Bai Que.

"Bai Gongzi, the jade pendant has been sent to the emperor, and the only thing that can prove your identity to Concubine Xian is a portrait of your face." Li Yan spoke up and persuaded lightly. The portrait was painted by him, and he only saw Bai Que's face for the first time, and his face showed a slight surprise, and then everything was as usual. But Bai Que, who was secretive about the demon lines on his face, was still unhappy in his heart.

This thorn has been in his heart for more than 20 years, even if it is a death, he will feel uncomfortable, let alone Li Yan? No matter how much others don't care, he will feel indignant.

It's just that this is another step that has to be taken.

Bai Que said stiffly: "It's none of my business, I'll go first." ”

Liyan also got up together, refusing to let go of Bai Que's disgruntled and struggling hand, and then took him without saying a word and disappeared into the night.

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