In the study, several black-clothed people knelt on the ground and saluted when they saw the old emperor coming in.

"Get up, what's going on?" The old emperor sat in the dragon chair with a solemn expression, his brows furrowed.

"Your Majesty, Xie Chen has run away, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been controlled in the East Palace, and the Queen Mother is furious and is asking people to look for the emperor to return to the palace."

Things were almost going in the direction he expected, and the old emperor rubbed his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "What about Prince Jing?" ”

"Lord Wang, he is seriously injured, and Mrs. Song's whereabouts are unknown."

"What? Why did Song Qingyun disappear? The old emperor asked in surprise.

"The killers sent by Xie Chen have blocked the entire Huangzhuang Wai, a large part of which are birds and beasts in the nearby mountains and forests, although the craftsmen who built the workshop are all pretended to be the Royal Forest Army, but most of them were bitten by the beasts with quenched fangs, and soon lost their combat effectiveness, and Mrs. Song is very likely to be taken away by Xie Chen."

"Does Lord Jing know about this?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Where is he now?"

"Song Mansion."

"Prepare the car, I want to go over and have a look."

Wang Hai hurriedly arranged carriages and horses, dressed up the old emperor as a Jianghu Langzhong, and successfully entered the Song Mansion.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and several imperial doctors were hurriedly bandaging Mu Qingao's wounds, Jiang Jiefei came in and whispered to Mu Qingao, "Lord Wang, the emperor is here." ”

Mu Qingao struggled to get up, but was stopped by the old emperor who pushed the door in.

The imperial doctors looked at each other, the palace was turned upside down, and the whereabouts of the emperor could not be found anywhere, why did the remote Song Mansion suddenly appear?

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and treat the wounds of Prince Jing? ”

The imperial doctors trembled and bandaged Mu Qingao, and then everyone was taken to a room and locked up, and the news was completely blocked.

"Father!" Mu Qingao lost too much blood and forced himself to sit up and speak.

"Lie down, your first priority now is to take care of your body." The old emperor sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his son, who looked clear and handsome in front of him, and his son who was the most proud and appreciated, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Ao'er, it's my father who is sorry for you and made you suffer."

"Father, this is what a son should do."

"I heard that Mrs. Song is missing?"

Mu Qingao's face turned even paler, and a trace of chagrin crossed his eyes.

"Yes!"

"Any clues?"

"It should have been taken away by Xie Chen."

"Don't worry, my father has already sent someone to track down Xie Chen, and Song Qingyun will come back safely."

Mu Qingao's eyes darkened, and he said with difficulty, "Father, is Doubao there for you?" ”

At the mention of the cute and mischievous little grandson, the old emperor's mood changed a little, and he said with a smile, "I have already slept, and he accompanied me to eat dinner, drank two bowls of porridge, ate some fruits, and drank a glass of goat's milk before going to bed." ”

Mu Qingao smiled bitterly, "This kid is quite good at enjoying it." ”

The old emperor felt the same way, when Doubao asked him for milk, his first reaction was to immediately find him a wet nurse, never expected to ask for a cup of boiled goat's milk.

"By the way, there is a letter written by Doubao here, I can't read it at all, saying that it is going to be handed over to his mother."

Mu Qingao's whole body was covered with sturdy bandages except for his eyeballs, so he had to be held by Jiang Jue for him to see.

After a while, Mu Qingao grinned.

"Father, Doubao mistakenly thought that you were a kidnapper sent by Xie Chen at first, in order to protect Qingyun, he deliberately said that Wang Shuqi was his mother, and later found out that you were amiable and kind-hearted, so he asked Qingyun to recognize you as a godfather and take you back to Liujia Village to live together."

If it weren't for the fact that the old emperor knew Doubao's thoughts one after another, he would have thought that Mu Qingao was making things up.

It's amazing that a bunch of circles and forks can be translated into such a large paragraph.

"The stinky boy actually thinks I'm a kidnapper? No wonder he was rambling at first. The old emperor couldn't cry or laugh, and he couldn't wait to go back and hug Doubao and kiss it now.

"I will send Master Yuantong to heal you, and I will wronged you in the next few days."

"Father, we have been planning for so many years, and my son doesn't care about suffering a little more, but I ask my father to promise my son a condition."

"You want to find Song Qingyun?"

"Yes!"

"No, you're too seriously injured, and the rest of the prince's party is likely to be ambushed halfway, so won't your previous efforts be wasted?"

“…… Father! ”

Mu Qingao swallowed hard and spat at the mouth and said, "Doubao can't live without his mother, and his son can't live without his wife, Qingyun has made a lot of sacrifices for me alone, and I can't let her be in danger." ”

If Doubao has no mother, he will definitely be in pain, and he may even change his personality.

The old emperor shuddered at the thought of such consequences.

"Okay, I promise you, but what about Huangzhuang's workshop?"

"This is going to trouble my father." Mu Qingao had a rogue expression of "you don't care who cares", and the old emperor glared at him fiercely.

"I am for the sake of my good grandson's face, I will send a few masters to escort you to Gusu and find Song Qingyun as soon as possible, otherwise Doubao will not be able to explain here."

"Thank you, Father."

After a few more instructions, the old emperor was worried that Doubao who stayed in the other garden would suddenly wake up, so he hurriedly left the Song Mansion and returned to the other garden, and watched Doubao for a long time before he went to the study to deal with official business.

In the early morning of the next day, the old emperor had just fallen asleep on the bed in the study, and Dou Bao came over quietly.

At the door, Wang Hai stopped him.

"The master has been dealing with things all night, and he just fell asleep at this moment."

Dou Bao nodded sensibly and motioned for Wang Hai to go to the small pavilion in the distance to speak.

"Manager Wang, is the old man a big official in the capital?"

"Well, so to speak."

"So, the old man promised me to inquire about Miss Chu Chu's affairs, do you have eyebrows now?"

Wang Hai squinted his eyes and smiled, "Miss Chu Chu is very good, nothing happened that the little young master was worried about, and Mrs. Ye and General Chu have returned to the house." ”

A hint of joy flashed on Doubao's face, "Can I go and meet Chu Chu?" ”

Wang Hai scratched his chin in embarrassment, "The little young master's body has not fully recovered, so it's best not to go out." ”

"I'm all right." Doubao said eagerly.

At this time, a little eunuch ran over and whispered a few words to Wang Hai, and Wang Hai hurriedly said to Doubao, "The master is awake, please ask the little master to come over and speak." ”

In the room, the old emperor described him as haggard, with a deep blue color under his eyes, and when he saw Doubao, he opened his arms and hugged him.

"Why don't you sleep more?"

"I woke up, grandpa, you didn't rest well, did I disturb you?"

"No, grandpa is getting older, and he feels less and less."

"Then you also need to rest more to have a good body."

"Well, grandpa got it."

The old emperor hugged him and whispered, "Doubao will stay here for a few more days, okay?" ”

Doubao didn't speak, turned to look at him, and said after a long time, "Does the old man know whose son I am?" ”

The old emperor's heart sank, and he looked at him in surprise.

"Have you seen my father? He—Is he okay now? Doubao asked with a trembling voice.

The old emperor was distressed to death, poor child, he was only three years old, but he experienced things that others would never experience in their lifetime, beyond the maturity and stability of children of the same age, sensible and distressing.