Kyushu southern Xinjiang, Zhennan Wangfu Inner House. Qing Ban Su, Sen Majesty Halberd, Yu Wei is the Emperor.

The princess of Zhennan, Xiao Yao, slapped the dead man in front of him and trembled slightly.

"After so many years of checking, there is still no news?"

In the courtyard outside the wing room of the princess of Zhennan, there is a clear and clear moss, and the treasure light of the carved jade on the wall of the room is dazzling in the candle flame.

The saber dead man calmed his head: "The subordinates are incompetent, and they have been tracking for many years, but they have only recently captured the subordinate who followed the old prince and took away the prince on the Shangjing Canal boat, but even if he was cornered, he insisted that the prince would have died in Huangquan a long time ago." ”

The candle shadow in the house suddenly flickered, and the wind rose in southern Xinjiang.

The late night wind blew the flowers and trees in the courtyard trembling, and soon they fell red all over the path, and a touch of red was imprinted in Xiao Yao's eyes, turning into a wisp of cruelty.

A well-dressed grandmother handed over tea at the right time: "Princess, maybe that son of a son is really dead." ”

Xiao Yao's phoenix eyes looked at his nurse Mama Zhao, and then at the dead man kneeling below, his eyes were gloomy: "I don't believe it!" ”

Thirteen years ago, Xiao Yao personally poisoned her sister and raised her from the side concubine of Zhennan Wang to the princess of Zhennan, and she planned to kill her nephew, that is, the eldest son of Zhennan Wang.

However, the man who had been sent to poison the eldest son had returned in vain, and the old prince's cronies had gone away with the baby two hours earlier.

Xiao Yao's miscalculated step, that is, the old prince who was addicted to the sickbed and only had one breath left, actually had the eyeliner planted in the Zhennan Palace.

He still has the ability to let that child go.

The old prince's dying move has achieved Xiao Yao's insomnia every night for the past thirteen years.

Although the old prince has died a long time ago, Xie Yintang, the king of Zhennan, believes in her little Yao family and loves her very much, but all this is based on the lie many years ago: the old princess Yao misbehaved, gave birth to a son with others, and humiliated the lintel.

Now that the eldest son of the prince of Zhennan has grown up, and the prince and the old princess are so outstanding, the child will not be far behind.

If you let the prince take a look, he will definitely recognize that it is his own son.

If you dig deeper, the cup of wine that you personally sent over will not end up drinking it yourself.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao's face trembled, and he stood up:

"If I go to check again, I will turn over the bones of that old horseman, and I will ask for the whereabouts of the son!"

The dead man was silent for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and replied: "Princess...... The man was very old, and he couldn't be tortured the other day......"

The dead man snorted and did not dare to go any further.

Xiao Yao stomped the teacup that was about to be crushed on the side of the chaise longue, and threw down a scroll of paintings with one hand: "Send one more team of people, each of them will give me a good idea of the young portrait of the prince and the old princess in my mind, that son of a son should have emerged on his face, once I see someone who looks similar, give me a careful investigation of the origin and don't let it go!" ”

The picture scroll falls and unfolds, on which a pair of young men and women are painted, the men's eyebrows are angular, the face is beautiful, there is a heroic spirit in the eyes, the woman is beautiful, and a pair of peach blossom eyes contain ten thousand styles, which can be described as a pair of people who think about it, and at a glance it only feels that it is five points similar to the little Yao in front of them.

Mama Zhao put her hand on her back to give Xiao Yao's breath: "Princess, Kyushu is so big, isn't it equivalent to looking for a needle in a haystack to look for it like this?" ”

"After thirteen years, what about another thirty years? Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. If we can't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, how can Huai'er and I sleep peacefully in the future? ”

"Yes."

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At this time, Yangzhou Duanfu, Yunjing Yuehua.

Duan Ling'er took the lotus leaf porridge that An Niang took out of the food box, but she didn't send it to her mouth.

This is the day that she has been waiting for since the three days of her rebirth.

On this day, the Qinglian Garden of Duanfu went to the water, and the nine-year-old self was then sent from Yangzhou to the main house of his father in the capital, and was raised by the eldest lady herself until the age of fourteen, and became the side concubine of the third prince of Daliang with his own Daliang.

At this time, the girls in the lotus wind small building, seventy-seven, eighty-eight, in this cold spring night, everyone wore night clothes, tiptoed to carry buckets and wooden basins full of water, and hid under the corner of the Qinglian Garden, which had long been abandoned.

It was a long rainbow at night, the stars ran to the southwest, and the wind of the spring night blew through the cold sweat on Duan Ling'er's back.

She threw away the half-cut stalk in her hand and pulled a copper coin out of her pocket.

Flick your fingers and watch it shoot into the air and then spin and fall back to the back of your hand, head-on.

Duan Ling'er took back the copper coin and touched An Niang's arm next to her: "What time is it?" ”

An Niang rolled up her cuffs, tucked her handkerchief into the bracelet, watched Duan Ling'er stroke the red velvet thread on her bun, and suppressed her voice and replied, "When it comes to you." ”

Duan Ling'er raised her eyes and swept towards the door of Qinglian Garden.

Over the years, I have been as high as 10,000 people, and I am unfathomable and deep, and I am careful every step of the way, and it can be said that every day is difficult and dangerous.

And in his previous life, he stared at the abyss for too long, and the abyss also stared back;

After fighting with the dragon for too long, he became a dragon himself.

But I dreamed back again and again, but it was the same thing in my dreams.

The nine-year-old self slept so dead in the lotus wind Xiaozhu, and when he opened his eyes again, his mother and brother were already scorched earth.

This remorse made Duan Ling'er's tears roll every night of her life, her life was too long, lonely like a deep well, her life was too short, just missing this one thing was not done.

Duan Ling'er closed her eyes.

Luckily, the wheel of fortune is spinning again.

She remembered the scene when she was a teenager when she faced a cold father and a hypocritical mother, when the panicked girl had broken through the ring of fate and came again.

On this bright moonlit night, she used the sword of time to provoke the curtain of fate, and was able to say aloud: "Do it all over again".

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Duan Ling'er was in a trance, and for some reason suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness—someone was looking at her.

When I raised my head, I saw the stinging birds flying among the shadows of the trees in the distance, and on the wall of the house not far away, a black figure with a pair of eyes lined with extremely bright eyes in the moonlight at night.

Such a familiar eye......

Judging from his posture, he was a teenager, the young man with a nocturnal mask, he didn't panic when he saw Duan Ling'er discovering him, but put his slender index finger between his lips and made a silent "shhh" to Duan Ling'er, who was like a snowball in front of him.

Duan Ling'er looked at him intently, recalling whose face these eyes were from in his previous life, and suddenly a name flashed in his heart: thank you.

In his previous life, Xie Ci was known as the god of war, leading the Great Zhou and the Liang State to fight against each other for ten years, and the battle of ten thousand formations, this famous hussar general was the hawkish figure who provoked the Great Zhou and the Great Liang to fight in the next few decades, and was the ally, old enemy, and big trouble of the Empress Dowager Duan of the Liang State in his previous life.

Duan Ling'er looked at this young man who suddenly appeared in disbelief, his fate was always so unscrupulous, he would suddenly collide with someone when he didn't expect it, and the person who collided with Duan Ling'er today should have met for the first time, but he was an old friend.

The young man Xie Ci glanced at Duan Ling'er again, and his figure flashed under the full moon and disappeared.

Why is he here......

Duan Ling'er's eyes tightened, and she couldn't see the clue in this.

"Sister Ling'er, Aunt Shen and Brother Yu will go to the Grange in the suburbs to watch, and they will not come back in seven days. We people can do our part in the lotus wind small building, what are we doing now hiding in Qinglian Garden, this is a forbidden garden, if I let the sixth aunt know, I won't want to see you......"

"Nurse, if you want to live well, you must first love yourself and respect yourself, and if you spend all your strength on pleasing others, it will be despised." Duan Ling'er looked at the starry sky and pursed her lips.

She withdrew her gaze and turned the copper plate in her hand between her fingers.

Hold it in the palm of your hand along with the night breeze.

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