Luo Chen looked at her, his eyes were persistent, with the sharpness and sensitivity of a teenager.

Luo Sheng was silent for a moment.

At this moment, she thought about it a lot, and even felt the urge to tell him his true identity, but in the end she dispelled this thought.

It would not be wise to drag my brother into the abyss of pain at this time.

What she is going to face is the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the king of a country, and once she fails, it will be a tragic end. When there is no perfect plan, not to mention the safety of the younger brother, at least the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion cannot be buried with him.

"Sister?" Luo Chen shouted again.

Luo Sheng smiled casually: "Do you really want to know?" ”

Luo Chen nodded.

It felt bad to be kept in the dark, and he didn't like it.

"King Kaiyang told me." Luo Sheng shook the pot sharply.

Luo Chen was surprised, and looked at Luo Sheng's eyes full of suspicion: "How does he know?" ”

Luo Sheng didn't blink: "Last year, he was ordered to investigate the old case of Zhennan Wangfu, and he has been investigating things related to Zhennan Wangfu, and later found out that some of the property was in the Dadu Governor......'s Mansion after the Zhennan Wangfu was raided."

Luo Chen listened silently and twitched the corners of his mouth.

It is recognized that there is oil and water in the house, but when I think that the person who robbed the house is my old father, my feelings are somewhat complicated.

"King Kaiyang found out that there was such a token, so he mentioned it to me. I was curious, so I wanted to see if there were any. ”

Luo Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth: "King Kaiyang is honest with his sister. ”

Luo Sheng's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "We have a good relationship." ”

Luo Chen just wanted to laugh.

Isn't this the legendary Seling Zhidi, I didn't expect King Kaiyang to be this kind of person......

The boy was disdainful in his heart.

Fortunately, the vision is okay.

"What's the use of this token?" Luo Chen paused for a moment and changed his words, "Half a piece." ”

"Maybe it's used to order the government soldiers." Luo Sheng gave a plausible answer, and put the Vermilion Bird Order into Luo Chen's hand, "You can keep it well, the thing is here, which means that this thing is related to you." ”

"When did you believe this?" Rao said so, Luo Chen still put away the Suzaku Order.

Since King Kaiyang specially mentioned it to his sister, this thing may not be simple.

When Luo Sheng saw Luo Chen like this, his heart was slightly relieved.

Although Luo Chen is young, he is very intelligent, and she believes that he will keep the token.

And she revealed the origin of the token to Luo Chen today, which can be regarded as making him mentally prepared, so that he will not suddenly know his identity one day and be unacceptable.

"Alright, let's go back if it's okay."

Luo Chen didn't move.

Luo Sheng glanced at him.

The young man stiffened his face and asked, "Is the braised pork made in a wine shop, or at home?" ”

said that it was good to make braised pork, but he didn't say a word, and he couldn't show sincerity at all.

Luo Sheng smiled: "It's at home, I'll cook it myself, okay?" ”

Luo Chen tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, and turned to leave with a hum.

Back at the residence, Luo Chen sent the little guy out and took out the token to look at it.

A rattle with a token hidden in it obviously wouldn't be a plaything given to him by his parents. He believed what Luo Sheng said, this is an old thing in Zhennan Wangfu.

But my father raided the Zhennan Wangfu, why did he even raid other people's rattles?

Is this rattle a childhood toy for the new King of Zhennan? And why is it in the cage where he collects his childhood toys?

Luo Chen had countless questions, and he wanted to go to Luo Sheng to ask again, but finally dispelled the idea.

He saw that his sister was a big fool, and he couldn't ask what he didn't want to ask him.

He will pay attention to it in the future, and he may be able to solve his doubts.

It was the end of the month, and it was colder, but there were more cars and horses on the streets.

The longevity festival is approaching, and the feudal officials, princes and dukes, and even neighboring foreign races will gather in the capital in person or send envoys to congratulate the emperor on his birthday.

On this year's Wanshou Festival, the people were unaware, but the officials and nobles smelled a trace of unusualness.

In previous years, the princes who were divided into various places on the Wanshou Festival only needed to send their subordinates to send congratulatory gifts, but this year, the emperor opened his mouth and asked the princes to lead the team to congratulate him on his birthday.

It is a rule that the prince does not enter Beijing, and it is common sense that he is not polite. Although the prince is not a prince yet, it is rare for the prince to lead a team into Beijing to celebrate his birthday.

On that day, the Imperial Garden of the Imperial City was decorated with lanterns, and the princes and ministers all changed into grand court clothes and went to the palace to celebrate the birthday of the Son of Heaven.

Birds chirped, a hundred music played in unison, and a group of dancing girls entered the hall and danced.

These dancing girls are selected from the market, and they are all beautiful and beautiful women, holding flowers and dancing like fairies.

Emperor Yong'an sat high in the hall, holding a marigold and casually enjoying the song and dance, and the corner of his eyes swept over the kings and princes, as well as the young and beautiful King Zhennan.

The boy didn't seem to be used to this kind of scene, so he sat cramped and straight, and didn't touch the delicacies in front of him.

The princes and princes watched the singing and dancing, or they smiled, or their eyes showed obsession, and some did not think so.

Emperor Yong'an took in the reactions of the princes and princes, and his eyes were not shocked.

The music pauses, the dancing queen retreats, and the hundred plays enter.

Compared with singing and dancing, Baiju is more interesting, with rods, bottle kicks, and somersaults...... Being performed by these skilled artists always causes bursts of applause.

It's a rare day to laugh at the palace.

The performers were a man and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. The man squatted slightly with a long pole on his head, and the boy climbed the pole until he reached the top of the pole, flipping and moving to make various movements.

A peach fell from the sky, and the young man deftly caught it and offered it to the nearest nobleman.

The attention of everyone in the hall was all attracted to it, and no one looked at the bottle kicking, somersaulting, and handstand bending for a while.

The one who kicked the bottle was a beautiful girl, and although she was stealing the limelight by the artists on the pole at the moment, she was extremely focused.

Bottles and cans flew up and down on her feet, forming a circle in the air.

At this moment, the girl's toes suddenly shook, and the bottle that was falling fell to the ground. The rhythm was chaotic, and all the bottles and cans that flew in the air fell.

There was a thud, and everyone was drawn back to their attention.

The boy who climbed the pole had reached the top of the pole, and at the moment when everyone's eyes were drawn away, he kicked his feet hard, and with the elastic force of the long rod like an arrow off the string, he flew towards Emperor Yong'an.

"Escort—"

The hall was suddenly overturned, and there was chaos.

The boy who assassinated Emperor Yong'an ultimately failed and was dragged down by a long knife piercing his body.

The birthday banquet naturally couldn't go on, and Emperor Yong'an left in a hurry with a blue face and escorted by the guards, and Governor Luo, as the commander of Jinlinwei, stayed to clean up the mess.

The hundred officials and nobles were terrified, and the kings and princes were even more trembling.

There were assassins on Halloween, and what followed was definitely a bloody storm.

Commanding his subordinates to escort a series of artists to the Imperial Prison, Luo Dadudu, who walked out of the imperial city, looked at the gray sky and sighed.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings, and the peaceful days are probably gone forever.