Zhao Wuwu couldn't guess what his father was thinking, and Zhao Song also found that Zhao Wuwu seemed to be getting more and more out of his control. Some things seem to be gradually changing, becoming anxious and confusing.

In the quiet small building in the middle of the lake, Zhao Song glanced at the curtains stirred by the wind, and clenched the cup in his hand with slightly gloomy eyes. When he came out of Shangshu Mansion, he felt that something was not quite right.

Now that the wind is blowing and his mind is a little clearer, he seems to realize that he seems to be a little too grassy. That's just a seven or eight-year-old girl, can she really be the second Zhao Wuwu? Zhao Wuwu was taught by him, but what he didn't expect was that there is really an existence in this world where the blue is better than the blue.

Zhao Wuwu is too smart, all her wisdom falls above the court, she is enlightened early, she is in contact early, and Zhao Song is a little uncontrollable now.

Chen Ping stepped forward, "Xiangye, the prince is here." ”

The sound fell, and Chen Ping retreated.

Qi Yu Wang Xiao Rong stepped forward unhurriedly, and sat down in front of Zhao Song with a gentle face. Hu Qing and Chen Ping retreated outside the pavilion, each with cold eyes. Like allies, they must remain hostile and sober.

Zhao Song didn't say much, just lifted the teapot and poured Xiao Rong a cup of tea, "The prince invited, I don't know what's going on?" ”

"The Prime Minister doesn't seem to want to see this king." Xiao Rong glanced at the water in the cup and smiled a little coldly.

"That's not it, it's just that there are happy events in their respective families, and they have to be busy doing it, so I really don't have the heart to talk about the old days here." Zhao Song's face was flat, and the deep old fox had to retract his claws in order to get what he wanted. So one is ruthless and vicious, the other is indifferent and ruthless, and when they get together, it becomes a conspiracy.

Xiao Rong smiled, "Since they are in-laws and can be regarded as a family, why should the prime minister be so outside." ”

Zhao Song was still expressionless, and took a drink from the cup, "Outsiders naturally don't know what wishful thinking I have with the prince, and I really think that the two of us are joining forces." But the prince has thought about it, if the emperor thinks that his true appearance and the prince are in unison, what should he do? ”

"The emperor believes in Cheng, what is the prime minister worried about?" Xiao Rong stared at Zhao Song in front of him, but who is Zhao Song? has been rolling in the court for so many years, even in the face of Xiao Rong, he is tepid, lukewarm, and he can't tell what he thinks in his heart.

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm just worried about the prince." Zhao Song lowered his head and smiled, put down the cup in his hand, and looked at Xiao Rong in front of him with warm eyes, "The prince is the royal bloodline, and as far as the emperor is concerned, he is a foreign minister, and there is no threat." ”

Of course Xiao Rong knew what this meant, after all, although the brothers were good siblings, they were close enough to the emperor. But for the throne dragon chair, the closer you get, the more dangerous it is. After all, there are some things that exist in people's bones, just like the suspicion and suspicion of kings.

The ruthless emperor family since ancient times, isn't this the truth?

"Compared to the prime minister's bullying, this king is nothing." Xiao Rong smiled coldly, "What does the Prime Minister think?" ”

Holding the cup, with a slight force, Zhao Song's face still did not have too many emotional fluctuations, which was almost the same as Zhao Wuwu. Xiao Rong thought to himself, this father and daughter are really in the same lineage.

"If the prince has something to say, just say it, and there is no need to remind him of his true appearance in a roundabout way." Zhao Song put down the cup, "If there is nothing to do, there are still important things to do, so I won't accompany you." ”

"Keep an eye on your daughter, don't let her come out and mess around again." Xiao Rong was cold.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Song's face tightened.

Xiao Rong sneered, "What did you say?" The prime minister is in charge of the government, and he can cover the sky with one hand, so why doesn't he even know what his daughter is messing with? There is a doctor in Shangshu Mansion named Wen Shu, can the prime minister know? ”

"She is a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, and her health is not good, and there is a doctor in the house, is there any problem?" Zhao Song sneered, "Qi Yu Wangfu, isn't there a doctor stationed in the palace?" Is the prince making too much of a fuss, and the grass and trees are all soldiers? If the prince still wants to make a big fuss about these boring things and hold on to Shangshufu, then he will leave first. ”

"She's meddling in Tyran's affair eighteen years ago." Xiao Rong's voice is low.

Hearing this, Zhao Song's eyes lit up, "What did you say?" ”

"Isn't it clear enough what I say?" Xiao Rong got up slowly, sighed lightly and walked slowly to the lake and stood with his hands in his hands, "What happened eighteen years ago, presumably the Prime Minister will not be unfamiliar!" ”

"What are you talking nonsense?" Zhao Song still had a cold face, and quickly wiped away all the emotions in his eyes, "What happened eighteen years ago, what does it have to do with the prime minister, it was the prince and the Muguo Mansion that went out back then, and I couldn't fight with the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

"Really?" When Xiao Rong looked back at him, his eyes lit up like a blade, "The Prime Minister doesn't want to know where his son who was robbed back then is?" You fake a phoenix and use your daughter as a son to raise you, isn't it also because you covet that thing? ”

Zhao Song closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It seems that some words have poked at the deepest things in my heart that cannot be touched. Fake phoenixes, women dressed as men, these piles one by one, if they are connected together, even ten heads are not enough to cut off.

Son, daughter?

Suddenly I remembered, what a sad thing this was, but what happened later? Later, it became a joke, a joke that made everyone in the world laugh out of their big teeth.

Let his son be left out, let his daughter enter the court, risk the world's disapproval, and slide the world's big joke.

Zhao Song took a deep breath, "This is the housework of the real phase, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the prince." The things of that year, the prime minister didn't want to mention it again, and it didn't do the prince any good if he thought about it. Knowing too much and thinking too much, it is inevitable that something will go wrong. Eighteen years later, some things should have been lost to the past, forever dusty. ”

Xiao Rong smiled meaningfully, "Is it okay like this?" Or, this king can let the prime minister's son come back to the prime minister in person to catch up with the prime minister. If the Prime Minister doesn't mind, you father and son, you can talk about the history of the Prime Minister's blockade of the news back then, as well as your last resort. ”

"This king is very interested, why didn't the prime minister want his own son in the first place? After so many years, I heard that the Prime Minister didn't even have the slightest intention of looking for it, so he let his son go out like this, it seems too indifferent and ruthless, right? ”

"Did the prince say enough? The events of the year have passed, the son of the prime minister has died, and the prince has mentioned it three or four times, isn't he afraid that the prime minister will turn his face? Zhao Song was still unmoved, but the five fingers in his sleeves were trembling slightly. Some memories are too bloody, and some choices are so ruthless that they will be re-faced years later, and even the most indifferent people will tremble and be afraid.

Everyone has their own dark side in their hearts, and there is a bottom line that cannot be touched.

Zhao Song, too.

Eighteen years ago, it was a scene of fire.