Xie Lan untied the cold shadow and put the frost pavilion together, so that he could barely see that the two swords were of the same shape.

Originally, the two of them were studying a broken sword, but inadvertently Xuan Jinhuan looked up and saw a piece of paper falling under the wooden table, as if it had fallen with the broken sword just now.

Xuan Jinhuan moved over and picked up the piece of paper, but there was a poem written on it.

"Acacia is like the depths of the sea, and old things are like the sky. Thousands of teardrops are moving, which makes people even more sad.

If you want to see without a cause, it is difficult to fight in the end. If there is no fate in the previous life, wait for the reunion and wish in the next life. ”

The meaning of the poem is clear at a glance, but why the poem is here; And according to the ink on the paper, it should not be ten or twenty years of old ink, but more like new ink in recent years.

Broken swords and new words are really confusing.

What kind of mystery is contained in this, perhaps only those who came before can know.

"Yes, do I have anything to do with this sword?" Xie Lan was never clear.

"I think it's because of the relationship between the Frost Pavilion and the Cold Shadow." Xuan Jinhuan guessed.

It is believed that every sword has its own destiny. Because the sword is a symbol of the warrior, it will accompany the life of the sword owner, and finally be buried in the grave with the master, or be passed on by the master to continue the honor of the sword.

The Frost Pavilion is a sword abandoned by its master, even if there may have been legends about it in the world.

But who is the sword master of the Frost Pavilion?

In fact, Xuan Jinhuan had a vague answer in her heart, but she didn't dare to think about it further.

"Lord, let's go back first. The matter of Meizhuang is still to wait until the stepmother and they go to Beijing before asking them for advice. Xuan Jinhuan had to suppress all the doubts in his heart, and said to Xie Lan like this.

When the time comes, Mr. Gu and Mr. Chu Heng will also go to Beijing, and then they will come out together.

Xie Lan nodded, and put everything in place.

When the two of them came out of Merlin, they felt a breeze blowing in front of them, and they were very comfortable.

When I inquired carefully, there were too many legends about Meizhuang outside, and it was indeed difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

And what happened more than 20 years ago, perhaps the only thing that can be trusted is the stone tablet.

Xie Lan didn't know what he was thinking, he looked up at the sky with a very confused expression, and then looked back at Merlin who was endless behind him, and finally just sighed lightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Xuan Jinhuan asked Xie Lan with some concern.

"It's fine." Xie Lan covered her chest and shook her head.

It was just that for a moment, he felt as if he had suddenly been stung by something.

Umeso! Frost Pavilion! Chill Shadow! What does it really matter? And what is the connection with him?

Xie Lan looked down at the wound on his hand that was pierced by the broken sword just now, and he was inexplicably at a loss in his heart.

"Frost Pavilion?" In a trance, he remembered that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"Miss Jinhuan." Xie Lan called Xuan Jinhuan and asked in a low voice, "Is this matter related to Your Majesty?" He seemed to have guessed it.

Xuan Jinhuan nodded and then shook his head: "It should be, there is some connection, but I'm not sure." When Mr. Gu and the others come to Beijing, these things can really be conclusive. ”

The corners of Xie Lan's lips squirmed slightly, as if she wanted to ask something but stopped talking, and hesitated for a while before asking again: "I, do I have another sister?" ”

"What?" Xuan Jinhuan was stunned by his question, and after being stunned for a moment, he understood what he meant, so he nodded, "Yes." You also have a sister who is older than Princess Guanghua. "But she's already dead.

"How did she die?" Xie Lan still asked.

"There are a lot of sayings; It is said that he died not long after birth because of congenital deficiency. Xuan Jinhuan thought about it and said; Anyway, Mr. Haiyi and Master Huiyuan said so, and she could only say that.

Xie Lan just sighed softly, and then didn't ask anything more.

But until he returned to Yunyan Pavilion, Xie Lan was absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something very hard.

However, when Yi Yu saw them coming back, he stepped forward and pulled Xuan Jinhuan aside and asked her quietly: "Miss Jinhuan, there is one thing that I have always been puzzled about; You are well-informed, and you may be able to solve my doubts. ”

"Sister Yi Yu is polite, just ask." Xuan Jin said.

Yi Yu looked left and right to make sure that no one could hear their conversation, and then said mysteriously: "I read in a storytelling book, it tells the story of Emperor Huihe of the former dynasty and Empress Yan of Zhuang'an. "Empress Zhuang An is the empress of Emperor Zhuang An, the brother of Emperor Huihe, so they are uncles and sisters-in-law; It's just that seeing Yi Yu's tone and look, you can know that what she said is not so simple, "It is rumored that Prince Zhaowen, the son of Emperor Huihe, is the son of Empress Zhuang'an. ”

Suddenly hearing her say this, Xuan Jinhuan was stunned: "This, how is it possible?" That's not what the history books say. ”

"That's why I asked you. Is history books such a thing credible? Anyway, I can't believe it now. "Iyu Nunu mouth.

"This, naturally, is credible." Xuan Jinhuan said without thinking.

"What about the Lord of the Order? Is he really the son of Xuanhou? Yi Yu asked rhetorically.

"This ······ You've come full circle, and you're just trying to ask about this, right? Xuan Jinhuan suddenly understood her true intentions.

In fact, if you say it, the people in Yunyan Pavilion should be very confused. They had all seen Xie Lan before, and they all knew that Xuan Jinhuan's main purpose in the royal capital in the past few years was to find the young master; As a result, one day Xuan Jinhuan said that he had found the young master, and then they took a look and found that the young master turned out to be the second prince who was rumored to be dead outside, so they really didn't understand what was going on.

Yi Yu smiled a little embarrassedly: "Isn't this also curious." ”

"It's not good to be curious, it's easy to know things you shouldn't know." Xuan Jinhuan sighed and shook his head, "To be honest, I don't know." ”

Although the identity of the Yongan Ling Lord is the best explanation for Xie Lan's life experience, even if he takes another 10,000 steps back, these things are simply unreasonable.

For this reason, not only Yong'an Secret Guard was puzzled, but Xie Lan was also unable to sleep; They are all desperate to know the truth, eager to explore the truth that may not be known.

But in fact, there is no truth in this world, it is just what the answer is what they want.

In the fog of the royal capital, what is the secret that is hidden?

Maybe someone is playing a game of chess that encompasses everyone.