Song Mu said again: "The second prince has been officially canonized as the crown prince, and now that His Royal Highness the crown prince has begun to officially supervise the dynasty, what do you think will happen to the An family in the end?" Do you think An Xuyan didn't even save his sister and aunt, and he would come to save you, the younger brother? You, is it worth it? ”

"Without me, he wouldn't have been able to feast on him! Haha, what qualifications does he have to call Anjia's hole cards! An Xun suddenly laughed wildly, as if he had entered a magic barrier, "Song Mu, don't you just want to know how many hole cards I still have in my hand?" I can tell you that as long as the An family still has blood, this hole card can make the Great Zhou Kingdom uneasy! I can't get out of this dungeon, and you don't want to know what the biggest hole card of the An family is! ”

"If you refer to the Western Zhou Dynasty, then I can only tell you that there is no hope for you to settle down the family, and the Nine Emperor Princes of the Western Zhou Dynasty have reached an agreement with the crown prince to join forces to eradicate the An family." Song Mu gloated and looked at An Xun and said, "The reason is that An Xuyan once wanted to send someone to kill the Nine Emperor Princes, this is your An family's own grave, no wonder others." ”

"What?" An Xun climbed forward two steps excitedly, and shouted in random horror: "No, this is impossible, is An Xuyan crazy?" How could he betray his master! No, it must be this wild seed who knows his identity, so he doesn't follow the ancestral system, why doesn't he die! ”

Song Mu looked at An Xun without saying a word, and was not distracted by An Xun's madness.

An Xun said more than once that An Xuyan is a wild seed, maybe this is the most important clue, but An Xun's mouth wants to pry it open, and a Jane Niang doesn't seem to be enough.

"I can tell you one more thing, and I think you'll be happy to hear it. In the past six months, the bloodline of the An family has died one after another for various reasons, and now only An Xuyan and An Yanran and you are left, and what remains is only a few old bones of the An family, and no one knows how many years it can last. After Song Mu finished speaking, he dusted off his robe and said, "I heard that your father has been taking medicine a lot recently, and my second brother-in-law's medical skills are superb, so I found a prescription for him, this is ...... Tut-tut! I didn't expect that Mr. An, who was once in the limelight in the capital, was controlled by drugs, and he could go to Lord Yama to report at any time, such a person is really pitiful, I don't know how much torture he has to suffer every day. ”

The bloody color in An Xun's eyes became thicker and thicker, and his whole body tensed.

After Song Mu said this, he turned around and left, ignoring An Xun no longer, but he was expecting An Xun to stop him.

However, Song Mu was disappointed, An Xun kept banging his head against the wall, but he refused to say a word, but he was a bit of a gentleman.

On this day, Song Mu waited in the Prince's Mansion until Zhou Feng came back, and told him that An Xuyan was not the bloodline of the An family, maybe An Xuyan's identity was a breakthrough, and the key to whether the An family could be disintegrated.

Outside the capital, Huguo Temple.

Master Ming Chao stood under a hundred-year-old pine tree in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

"Senior brother is watching the celestial phenomena again?" The abbot stepped forward and looked up at the sky, "The purple microstar vision, even if the junior brother comes to see the stars every day, he can't change this fate." ”

"Senior brother, look there." Master Ming Chao pointed to a small star next to Zi Wei Xing and said: "Zi Wei Xing is an imperial astrological phenomenon, it has always been three feet clean around, only when one Zi Wei Star falls, another Zi Wei Star will rise, but now it appears in the night sky at the same time." But what puzzled Ming Chao the most was why the purple microstar, which had been dim for many years, now has a light again, which is a sign of chaos in the world! ”

"Everything in the world has a fixed number, and calamity is also the reincarnation of heaven, Amitabha." The abbot recited a Buddhist verse, then shook his head and left, reciting the incomprehensible scriptures in his mouth.

Master Ming Chao still maintained his previous posture, as if he had been staring at the starry sky, and he would be able to crack this upcoming bloody battle for the throne.

Time always passes like water, especially when you are in a good mood, and the days pass faster.

A month passed, under the call of Song Yang, the people of the dry city actively cooperated with the project of dredging the reservoir, planning to dig and build an artificial river, so as not to be the year of the flood, the water in these reservoirs will spread, which will cause greater disasters.

As for the drinking water reservoir, it will not be carried out until the project is completed.

In this era of manpower, although the labor force of the people is commendable, it is still much slower.

After this period of recuperation, Song Yang can already walk slowly, but in order not to leave sequelae, he is still carried by someone in a soft chair when he goes out.

Having Hanghang, a free helper, to supervise everywhere, it saved Song Yang a lot of trouble, and occasionally in the fields, you can still see him and Zhou Jin sitting in the shade of a tree chatting.

But the people are also measured, knowing that the royal princess is not something they can discuss, so everyone looks at the past a few times knowingly, and then works hard as if nothing happened, and uses their own diligence to change Song Yang's performance, and strive to become a colt as soon as possible.

Compared with the laid-back mood of these two, Song Xingchen is much more pitiful.

It's almost time to give birth, but Yelang can't be by her side for many times, and he often comes and goes in a hurry.

is that every time Yelang comes back, Song Xingchen can't wait to stick to Yelang's side all the time, and he can't even blink.

Yelang knew Song Xingchen's thoughts, but he had to leave, every time he rushed back to accompany Song Xingchen, he often stayed up for several days and nights, and his subordinates were about to strike.

As soon as Song Xingchen was put to sleep, Yelang walked out of the room lightly, and there were already people waiting for him outside.

"Boss, there are frequent movements on the Hirba side, and it seems that they are ready to act." In the corner, a man in a black suit stepped forward to report.

"Very well, it's time to get over." Yelang coldly hooked the corners of his lips, and ordered without emotion: "Immediately order, let everyone act according to the plan, remember not to give the Hirba a chance to breathe, and fight quickly." ”

Yelang had already deployed everything, just so that Song Xingchen could be by her side when she gave birth.

This time, he would not leave no matter what, and he would not personally guard Song Xingchen's birth, and Yelang was uneasy.

"Yes." The man in black received the order, his body flickered flexibly, and he quickly left the place, except for the secret guards in the shadows, no one noticed his comings and goings.

Yelang looked up at the clear sky and stretched his paralyzed arms.

Before, I was afraid that Song Xingchen would not sleep well, Yelang never dared to make a move, even if he was a martial arts practitioner, his arm would inevitably be numb and sore.

"When these things are settled, I can fulfill my promise and take you on a tour of the mountains and rivers." Turning around, he looked at the sleeping people in the room through the window, and Yelang smiled lightly.

In this life, being able to meet Song Xingchen is Yelang's greatest happiness, and being able to protect her is what he has been doing all his life, and it is his mission in this life.

Just looking at Song Xingchen's sleeping face, Yelang felt that he already had the world.

On the edge of the river, Zhou Jin was holding a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers in his hand, with a bright smile on his face, and a sense of happiness arose, beautiful like a painting.

"Brother Yang, look, are these wildflowers beautiful?" Zhou Jin came to Song Yang's side briskly, smiling lightly, "It is said that the flowers in the palace are the most beautiful, but I think those pruned potted plants are beautiful but they have lost the agility of life, and they grow into what others hope every year. ”

Zhou Jin's words were inspired by feelings, not only talking about flowers, but also about herself, or about the women in the palace who can't live according to their own thoughts.

Song Yang replied with a shallow smile, he couldn't marry and comment on the good and bad of the palace, this was his duty as a courtier.

After all, it is not easy to survive in the wild, life is precious, the important thing is to live in your own environment, and strive to live the life you yearn for. If not, then happily accept the status quo and wait for the opportunity to live your own life. Taking the bouquet in Zhou Jin's hand, Song Yang flexibly knitted the garland with both hands, "When I was a child, I worked for the landlord's family in the countryside for a short time, and I could only rest at the edge of the field at noon. ”

"Brother Yang is amazing!" Zhou Jin looked at Song Yang with starry eyes, any little thing was perfect in her opinion, and here was the eyes of lovers.

The smile marks on the corner of Song Yang's mouth widened a little, and he continued: "But the second sister has always been spicy, every time she wants to wear a garland, she looks disgusted, the third sister is introverted and embarrassed to wear it out, only the younger sister will wear it to the village to show off, it stinks very much." ”

"Was Xingchen like this when he was a child?" Zhou Jin asked with great interest: "The stars must have been very cute at that time, right?" ”

"At that time, the family was poor, and it was difficult to even eat enough, so everyone was very thin, especially Xingchen was the thinnest, and many people in the village said that she couldn't grow up, but they didn't expect that she was the most capable one in the family, if she was a man, she would be the one with the glorious lintel." When it comes to Song Xingchen, Song Yang's tone is much softer, and he recalls the past with a sense of pleasure, "Xingchen has been different from other children since he was a child, but since he was injured, his luck has been surprising, and there are some strange ideas in his mind that I can't dream of, and I always say something very strange, but very funny." ”

Zhou Jin put his hands on his cheeks, and his eyes kept on Song Yang's dexterous hands and Song Yang's handsome face, as if he wanted to portray Song Yang's every move in his mind.

"Such a star is very good, I envy her, if we were not good sisters, I would be jealous of her. has such a good family, so many money-making ideas, and Yelang, a husband who loves her to the point where there is no border. Zhou Jin said sincerely: "I also have some little sisters in Beijing, although I don't have such a good relationship with Xingchen, but after all, I get along so much, no matter how talented I am, or how strong my mother is, in the end it is just the fate of marriage, and I am destined to compete with a bunch of women for favor in this life." But after getting acquainted with Xingchen, the people around me have good luck, first Qinglian and then my cousin, all of whom are married to the people they like, although I don't know what will happen to them in the future, but they are much luckier than those who don't like them. ”

Song Yang braided the garland and put it on Zhou Jin, and suddenly asked with a serious expression: "You are luckier than them, because you already have your own one, and the family rules of the Song family stipulate that a man can only take a concubine if he has no children at forty, even if he is a girl in the room, he is not allowed to have a girl, so you don't have to worry about someone competing with you for favor." ”

"Brother Yang is so bad!" Zhou Jin's face burned badly, and he stomped his feet and ran away, but his mood was so beautiful that he could fly.