Western Qin envoys......

If we don't explain, won't we be let down?

The people of Kyoto...... Be!

Western Qin envoys......

Four envoys, you look at me, I look at you.

What to do?

Fuxing sat cross-legged in the secret room, finished the last bite of meat on the chicken thigh, and threw the bones aside.

wiped his oily mouth, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at Dingguo Gong.

The bottom of her eyes is not in line with the sophistication and precipitation that she should have at her age, as if she has seen through the world and has insight into everything.

Duck Duck lay on her lap and didn't move.

"Zheng Xi."

Fu Xing suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was slightly deep, but it was very penetrating, that kind of momentum, like a veteran on the battlefield, opening his mouth with bloody rain.

Su Qing frowned slightly and looked towards Fuxing.

Fuxing stared at Dingguo Gong with a pair of eyes, and did not look at Su Qing.

"Should I call you Zheng Xi, or should I call you Zheng Wenzhuo, the youngest son of Zheng Changhong, the former Shangshu of the Western Qin Dynasty, Zheng Wenzhuo."

As soon as these words came out, the entire compound was silent, and the sound of ordinary people gasping for air conditioning sounded in unison.

The former Shangshu of the Western Qin Dynasty?

What does this mean?

Dingguo Gong's father is the Shangshu of Western Qin?

Dingguo Gong is a person from Western Qin?

How so?

Isn't Dingguo Gong the son of the old Dingguo Gong?

The four envoys of Western Qin, their faces turned pale in an instant, their eyes flashed with horror, and they looked at Fuxing.

That bad premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

Zheng Xi's clenched fists trembled slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Fu Xing sneered.

"Don't know? If you don't know, I'll tell you about it. ”

Su Qing frowned and looked at Fuxing, always feeling that something was wrong.

Fuxing, I can't say such normal words!

After turning his heart around, Su Qing turned his head and commanded a few words in a low voice towards a Pingyang army beside him.

The Pingyang army received the order and immediately withdrew from the crowd.

In front of the rockery, everyone stared at Fuxing.

Fuxing opened his mouth faintly.

The voice is full of vicissitudes and tragedy.

"Forty-eight years ago, Lao Dingguo led an army to attack Western Qin.

That battle was the most tragic defeat in the history of Western Qin.

Lao Dingguo was mighty, and it only took half a month to push the battle line to the entire five cities of Western Qin.

At that time, the Emperor of Western Qin was terrified, fearing that the battle would continue to fail miserably and that Western Qin would suffer a catastrophe, so he personally stepped forward and ceded the five cities to the Great Xia Dynasty.

The first emperor of my Great Xia Dynasty was benevolent and did not continue to advance the front.

Although it was to cede five cities, from that moment on, the Western Qin Emperor made a poisonous oath to destroy our Great Xia Dynasty. ”

Fuxing's voice was like this, and Dingguo Gong's face was already pale.

Su Qing looked at his clenched fists, and his heart flickered.

For a long time, with the small house of the Dingguo Mansion caught by Yaya last time, she and the emperor thought that it was Tatar who joined forces with the Dingguo Gong.

Judging from Fuxing's words, Tatar is afraid that he is just a chess piece in the hands of Dingguo Gong.

The real boss behind Dingguo Gong is Xi Qin.

No way!

That Dingguo Gong helped the eldest prince to ascend the throne, which is just a false move.

Is......

Dingguo Gong always lowered his eyes, but it was the four envoys of Western Qin who reacted violently when Fuxing mentioned that the Emperor of Western Qin had made a poisonous oath.

"It's complete nonsense!"

"I, Xiqin, even if I ceded the land for compensation at that time, I thought that my skills were not as good as others, so how could I swear a poisonous oath!"

"Hugh will slander my majesty!"

The four bare-nosed envoys were a little indignant.

Before the words could be heard, several people slammed into their butts.

"Shut up!"

The envoy's face suddenly turned red, and he looked embarrassed and indignant, but he had to endure it.

Duck Duck turned his head to look at them.

Fuxing patted Duck Duck's head, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"It doesn't matter whether the Emperor of Western Qin made a poisonous oath or not, after all, everyone has a heart for restoration, not to mention that he is the emperor."

The words fell, and after a moment of silence, Fuxing continued to look at Dingguo Gong.

"After the war, the old Dingguo Gong class triumphed, on the way back to Beijing, he encountered a bully bullying girl, what an old-fashioned and bloody drama, but since ancient times, the hero was sad to pass the beauty pass!

The girl is really beautiful, the beauty of the soul, but with the innocence of the water hibiscus, the old Dingguo Gong personally rescued her from the bully and brought her all the way back to Kyoto.

This girl is the old Duchess of Dingguo in the house, formerly known as Qin Qingwan, the former Shangshu of the Western Qin Dynasty, Zheng Changhong, the singer of the house.

The old Dingguo Gong was born in a poor family, and he didn't value his identity in his wife's room, and he admired this Qin Qingwan in his heart, so he married him, and ten months after marriage, he gave birth to Dingguo Gong, Zheng Xi, not Zheng Wenzhuo.

I call you Zheng Wenzhuo because on the genealogy of Zheng Changhong's family, there is your Zheng Wenzhuo's name, and her Qin Qingwan's name, you are not the son of Lao Dingguo Gong, you are the son of Zheng Changhong, the Western Qin Shangshu, and Qin Qingwan already had you when she married into Lao Dingguo's mansion. ”

Dingguo Gong, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of gloom.

"Nonsense, it's all nonsense! If you want to slander me, why use such a clumsy excuse! ”

A sneer filled the corner of Fuxing's mouth.

That kind of cold, deep into the bone marrow.

"Lao Dingguo Gong has always regarded you as his son, until one day, the old general Weiyuan led a team to envoy to Western Qin, in Zheng Changhong's study, I accidentally saw a painting, the girl is graceful, the young child is innocent, and the characters on the painting are Qin Qingwan and you who are only three years old."

Ding Guogong clenched his fists fiercely, turned his head and looked at Su Qing.

"Princess, are you trying to get rid of me in such a confusing way? The princess's methods are really clever. ”

Su Qingyi raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

Dingguo Gong......

The envoys of Western Qin wanted to speak again, but a group of people took action one after another, and their buttocks couldn't bear the pain, so they could only shut up before the words came out of their throats again.

The secret guards of the Dingguo Mansion also want to make a move.

But in the face of the entire mansion, there are no way to start.

The whole house is full of people!

How do you do it, do you burn everyone alive?

……

Moreover, listening to Fuxing's words, it seems that Dingguo Gong is a native of Western Qin, not a member of the Great Xia Dynasty, and he is not the son of the old Dingguo Gong.

But they are from the Great Xia Dynasty.

Do you want to kill people from your own country for the sake of a Western Qin master?

Sick in the brain?

A few secret guards squatted in the dark, secretly poking and prodding to figure out their own way.

In the rockery, the lucky star continues.

"The old general Weiyuan saw the painting and doubted the identity of Qin Qingwan and you, and when he returned to Beijing to tell the old Dingguo Gong about it, three days later, the old Dingguo Gong died of illness!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole crowd was furious.

It just blew up!

The impulsive people directly kicked Dingguo Gong to the ground.

"Damn, scum!"

Ding Guogong wanted to jump up and refute Fuxing, however, he couldn't.

The legs are still held in place by a wooden plank.

So, he was kicked off the bed, but his leg was still on the bed.

It is......

Sitting on the ground, he hugged his legs with all his might, either pulling them out of the plank or crawling back to the bed with his legs.

Otherwise, on such a ground and a bed, the wound is really unbearable.