Although the crime was not as good as Qin Xiangguo's mansion, he secretly sent people to find Qin Yan's whereabouts. The emperor knew in his heart that when he was seriously ill, it was at the time of employing people, and even if he was punished for his crimes, he could not be blamed. The princes were staring at the throne of the emperor, and they wished that he would collapse earlier.

He has been seeking the throne since he was born, and he has been criticized by the people of the world to get the country and the country that he finally obtained, even if he is still reluctant to give up when he is sick and dying, you can imagine how attractive the country and the right are. From this point of view, it is no wonder that everyone wants to be the emperor, once he reigns over the world and is admired by tens of thousands of people.

Summer goes to autumn, and the grass and trees wither. At the first place of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, two hundred-year-old ginkgo biloba golden leaves spread all over the courtyard, hidden under the red wall and blue tiles. Where the wind rises, Weiyang's white clothes and black hair are swirled in it, and the sunset is like a person in a painting, eternal and modern.

For four months, except for the time to sleep, eat, and practice, Weiyang devoted himself to those scriptures, calligraphy and paintings, and continued to write the unfinished parts of his father, fulfilling Hui's wishes.

Although the thousand-year-old temple was robbed by fire, the collection is still rich. Whenever she was tired of writing and painting, she walked around in the huge Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and some of the precious collections that had never existed were all read by her, and she was so obsessed with reading them that she was reluctant to stop, and it was common to not eat, drink or sleep during the three or two days.

By chance, she turned to a dark compartment, and an old book caught her attention. She didn't recognize the words in the book, and it was like a ghostly drawing.

Curious for a moment, he sat on the ground and slowly looked at the thin booklet, each with strange lines, turning at a small dot, like a doctor's meridian map, and like those city defense maps that he saw every day.

I didn't understand what it was for a long time, so I simply threw it aside and returned to the bookcase, continuing the unfinished business.

After a long time, I forgot this section, as usual in the pavilion to look at the ancient books, occasionally some of the predecessors left martial arts and the like, she also studied for half a day in her leisure, after all, she could not beat her teacher, even if there were one or two profound, read and put back to the original place.

Qingjin and Sanjiu come every three or two days, although she doesn't leave the temple, but the world's major events are under control. Mu Qinghan came to look for her twice, and naturally it was a big deal.

Tomorrow is her birthday, and Chu Han will personally pick her up in the other courtyard and take her home.

Counting the time and the busyness of the past few months, and doing his best, he came to say goodbye to Hui Yan.

Came out with the book she couldn't read, and Hui Yan was waiting for her.

is not polite, and sits on the head of Hui, "I have done my best to do what I can!" Weiyang threw out the extremely thin booklet from his sleeve and handed it to him, "I don't understand these words!" ”

Hui was stunned for a moment, he didn't go to get the booklet, but reached out and opened the collar on the back of Weiyang's neck, and glanced at it lightly, "Providence!" ”

Weiyang looked up at him.

"Sit down!" Hui Yan glanced at Weiyang, who was crooked on the futon, and turned to fill the gilded incense burner with some sandalwood.

Weiyang had never seen Hui's righteous appearance, and he was in awe.

Hui Yan took the string of Buddhist beads around his neck and twisted it lightly in his hand, "This is from the time when your father was as old as you. Although I don't know what secrets your Mu family has, I also know that your grandfather was a general during the period of the first emperor, and he did not leave Beijing after he returned to seclusion. Your father was sick in bed all the year round, and from time to time he came to me to pray for blessings and incense, and stayed for ten days and a half months. He is gifted and intelligent, never forgetful, and his calligraphy and painting are unparalleled in the world. ”

Weiyang listened and nodded slowly.

Hui Yan was immersed in memories, "In the first few years, I didn't know that his martial arts were so profound, but later I found out that he had entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so I didn't know him. Most of the paintings and calligraphy in the Pavilion are left by him every once in a while; Like you, he changes his face every time, and I haven't seen him in real form. ”

Weiyang's eyes were bright and sparkling, she never knew about her father's past, and this was the first time someone had spoken to her face about the existence of a god in her heart.

Hui Yan's face was calm, and his eyebrows eased the edges and corners, "He has never married a wife since the weak crown, the reason is that he has made a marriage contract when he was a child, and although Miss Nangong is missing, he refuses to break his promise." Everyone in the world says that the young master of the Mu family will fall as soon as the wind blows, and even if he is rich, no one is willing to promise his daughter to someone who will die at any time. ”

"Until more than 20 years ago, he had been living in my place for half a month, and suddenly someone came to look for him, and he left in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye, so I was curious for a long time. He has been gone for more than half a year, and many major events have happened in this half year: Nanzhao invaded the border, and Dongchu was in civil strife. It was two years later when I saw him again, and he brought with him a woman who was very beautiful and had a big belly. And he returned to his original weak appearance, and the fierceness of that day was gone. In private, he took care of that woman carefully, and his eyes were doting, and it could be seen that he cared about that person very much. When Hui Yan said this, there seemed to be infinite beauty rising in his own eyes, and even Weiyang couldn't ignore it.

"And with him was a very handsome young man, about the same age as your father, and dressed in white and immaculate. That is the famous 'Poison Saint' son Mochen, and I also learned that your father is the 'Painting Saint' son. They borrowed a meditation room here to heal your mother's wounds, and every day they stayed at home, and after a month they were overjoyed, and I knew that what they had asked for had been done. After another month, the Mu family added a little son, and your father still comes every three or five days, but he doesn't stay overnight, he will come back in the morning and at night, and there has never been an exception. Hui Yan glanced at Weiyang, who was listening intently to the story, and continued.

"After another three years, your father will not come here again, and it is rare to see each other for half a year. When he came for the last time, he brought two things. Hui Yan picked up the booklet that Weiyang threw on the bookcase, and looked at it carefully for a while before saying, "This is your mother's holy art, and the piece of blood that you gave you before is your mother's token." She was originally a saint daughter of the Nandi clan, and it was love at first sight with your father, and her clan couldn't keep her, so they planted a 'Heartless Gu' on her......;

"How?" Weiyang is impatient.

"Unless someone feeds with the blood of his heart, and your father is the willing. When she was pregnant with your brother, she was helped by Gongzi Mochen, and hypnotized the 'Heartless Gu' with a special medicine mixed with your father's blood. When it should have been fine, your mother was pregnant with you, and the three of them were cautious from the beginning, but what should come always came, and just when you were about to give birth, that Gu was awakened by qi and blood, and frantically counterattacked. Your mother wants to save you alive or dead, and it is useless for anyone to persuade you, and in the end your father can't bear it and nods in agreement. Gongzi Mochen tried his best to only keep her for two years after she gave birth to you, and her blood withered and died. Hui Yan suddenly stopped.

Weiyang curled up on his legs and hugged himself, bursting into tears.

"Don't cry, this is the doomed fate of your father and mother, maybe they can grow old together in another life, I hope everything is the best arrangement!"

"And how did my father die?" Weiyang asked in a hoarse voice.

Hui Yan groaned for a long time and slowly spoke, "I don't know the real cause of your father's death, you and Gongzi Han are both young, unless it is a last resort, how can he give it up?" ”

"Then why do I have a butterfly print on the back of my neck? I didn't have it since I was a child, and it didn't appear out of thin air until the last time I returned from Snow Valley! Weiyang asked Xiang Hui.

The old monk pondered his eyebrows, puzzled, and said, "I heard your father say that it is the emblem of your mother's clan, or it is inherited from your mother's bloodline. Every few generations, the Southland clan has a holy woman who is identified by certain physical features. I don't know about this, maybe Gongzi Mochen will know more, after all, he has been healing your parents back then. ”

"Old monk, I took this book with me. Tomorrow is my birthday, my aunt will come to pick me up, goodbye! Weiyang wiped the tears from his face and stood up.

"It's okay, I know you have something important to do, but remember that everything can't be forced, stay in the green mountains, take half a step back and let you soar!" Hui was cautious and instructed.

"Obey the teachings of your teacher!" Weiyang took two steps back and knelt down and kowtowed.

"Go!"

Weiyang turned around and walked out of the door of Hui's room, and Amber and Liuli were both waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

After the three of them left, Hui's face became even more solemn. Last night's divination, that girl had a life and death catastrophe in her life, and she inherited the butterfly mark, and the mother and daughter repaid the debt, is this really providence? But she has a son and a daughter in her life, how to explain it?

It was late at night when Weiyang returned to Bishui Manor with two maids. Chu Han personally waited in the hall, watched the three of them enter the door, and hurriedly instructed the kitchen to heat the food again.

After the meal, Weiyang recruited Qing Jin into the big study to speak, "Let the Dragon Envoy pay attention to the whereabouts of the 'Poison Saint' Gongzi Mochen, this person has been missing from the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and even we have no clues in the Dragon Xin Pavilion?" ”

Qing Jin looked at Weiyang curiously, "Why did the young master suddenly become interested in this person?" As far as I know, Childe Mochen is crazy! ”

Weiyang thought back to what Hui Yan said, will Gongzi Mochen have anything to do with his father and mother if he is crazy?

"Let people find it, notify me as soon as there is news!" Weiyang insisted.

"Yes, I'll spread the news network, and the young master will wait for the letter!" Qingjin Road.

Weiyang didn't go back to the room, but went to Chu Han's room, "Auntie, I'll sleep with you tonight!" "Smiling and coquettish, he is completely like a child who has never grown up.

"I'll be seventeen years old tomorrow, and I'm still so childish, I won't be able to marry in the future!" Chu Han looked at the stunning girl who was lying in the crook of his arm, and let her rub on herself, and the doting in her eyes grew.

Weiyang washed up and went to bed, took out two things from his arms and handed them to Chu Han, "Auntie, this is my mother's thing?" The voice was faint.

Chu Han took the two things, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Auntie doesn't cry, this is something that my father put in the temple, didn't it leave it to me?" Weiyang has a shallow sentimentality.

After a long time, Chu Han looked at the blood amber, "This is something from the Valley of Despair, your mother's token!" With a little reluctance, he looked at it with good eyes, "This thing is originally two pieces, both of which are natural." One piece is in the hands of your mother, and the other is in the hands of the valley owner, which is your mother's twin brother and your uncle! ”

Weiyang stared curiously at the blood amber in his aunt's hand, and did not see any signs of blood flowing inside, "Auntie, can you tell me about my mother's parents?" ”

Chu Han was silent again.

"I don't remember what my mother looked like!" Weiyang's voice revealed a mournful cry, like a lonely goose that had lost a flock.

Chu Hanyi stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, hugged her tightly and spoke, "Your mother is a very beautiful and kind person, you have seven points like your mother, and your eyes are the most similar." She was born in the valley deep in the Danxia Mountains, and she picked me up the first time she went out, and picked up your father back the second time she went out. They fell in love at first sight, but the valley lord disagreed, quarreled with your mother, and secretly sent your father out of the valley of despair. In the end, your mother broke with the valley lord and took me out of the valley and followed your father back to the Water Moon Villa. ”

"Did she die because she gave birth to me?" Weiyang asked in a choked voice.

Chu Han ran her hair, "Silly child, your mother loves you very much." She died due to the backlash of the 'Heartless Gu', along with your father. In the two years she lived, she had to watch you all the time, and if she could choose, she would not want to leave you. ”

Weiyang's eyes were red, "Auntie, I miss my mother and father!" ”

Chu Han felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but cry with her.

"I haven't seen this book, your mother's martial arts are extremely exquisite, let's keep it first." Chu Han flipped through a few pages, but didn't recognize the crooked characters on it.