"None of them are true?" Princess Jinyang was stunned.

The night light in the corner of the house snapped and burst into a spark.

She looked at the girl sitting on the bed with her head slightly bowed, and the dim light blurred the outline of her face.

"What does that mean?" Princess Jinyang asked.

Zhu Luan raised his head and smiled, "You just said speculation, so what do you say we know about him now?" ”

What do you know? Princess Jinyang was stunned again.

"I know that his name is Song Huaizhu...... It's a grandmaster...... Stayed on the cliff face......"

Princess Jinyang frowned, "You told me this." ”

Zhu Luan nodded, "Indeed." But ......"

"Huaizhu is his own word, and the realm of the grandmaster was also broken when he arrived in Huizhou." Zhu Luan said lightly.

Everything they know can be overturned.

Princess Jinyang was stunned and took a deep breath.

"...... so"

Sister Huang is right. Although she vaguely felt that her imperial sister must know more. But even so, there are too many mysteries on this young grandmaster.

It seemed to her that the man appeared abruptly and left abruptly, like a phantom.

And it has that power......

If it's not my species, it's very dangerous.

Looking at Princess Jinyang, who was frowning, Zhu Luan lowered her head slightly.

Xie Yuan of Shanzhou, the senior brother of Su Qing and Xuezhai, and the cold poison of Da Zhou......

And the word on the bottom of the can.

None of this was known to her.

I don't understand either.

All they had was speculation, not even a conclusive basis for speculating on his true master.

What she knew was only Song Huaizhu from Lingyan Temple in Huizhou.

The next time we see him, who will he be?

……

……

When the first snow ended, the year in Huizhou City was also coming to an end.

The smell of the New Year on the street gradually faded, and when it came to the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it ushered in the final climax.

The streets are filled with the sweet scent of the Lantern Festival, which is the smell of the Lantern Festival cooked by each family.

The stalls of roadside vendors are steaming white, and the wide variety of rice balls dazzles passers-by.

In addition to the glutinous rice balls, there are also sugar and oil fruits that have just been fried with brown sugar and sesame oil, all round and rolling, worn on the skewers, and then sprinkled with full of sesame seeds, fragrant and fragrant, and the children passing by can't walk on the road.

The adults took out a few copper plates and bought a bunch to attract the children

In the midst of laughter, although the British Mansion is still as deserted as ever, the lanterns hung in summer are still brightly colored.

The Shou'an Hall is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and today the British Mansion eats osmanthus rice balls.

But unlike other family reunions and eating rice balls, there are many people gathered in Shou'an Hall, and there are a lot of packed luggage under the porch, which is enough to show that the owner of this house is about to go out.

"Grandma, are you really going?" The osmanthus is sweet, but the atmosphere in Shou'an Hall is a little dignified.

Old Taijun Bai sat on the top, looked at the worried great-grandson below, and smiled heartily.

"What? Only you young people are allowed to go to the divine capital, and not me, an old woman, are you allowed to go? ”

"It's not ......," Zhu Rong said.

"Back then, my wife and I also lived in Shendu for many years," Mrs. Bai said with great interest, "I don't know if the Zhao family's restaurant is still in the original place, if it is still in the grandmother's grandmother to take you to the big banquet." ”

"That's not what I meant......" Zhu Rong took a breath, the gloom in his eyes remained undiminished, "Grandma, after all, the weather is still very cold now, and you are also old......

"If you want to go to Shendu to play, when the spring flowers bloom, your grandson will accompany you to ......," Zhu Rong advised.

"yes, my cousin is right." Zhu Luan, who was buried in the Lantern Festival bowl, rarely raised his head at the dinner table and looked at Mrs. Bai seriously.

"Great-grandmother, you better wait for your cousin to be admitted to the Jinshi before you go," Zhu Luan said seriously, "There will be a lot of face to go at that time." ”

"You can show off to your sisters in Shendu," she said, "and don't go with us......"

Having said so, but ......

Zhu Luan looked down at the empty Lantern Festival bowl and sighed in his heart.

This is another persuasion.

It was at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the bombshell that Old Lady Bai said after sending the New Year's money was suppressed.

Even she decided to go to Shendu with Zhu Luan and Zhu Rong.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was speechless.

But Zhu Luan understood for the first time what Old Taijun Bai was going to do in Shendu.

She looked up at the old man with a sparkling gaze.

The entire Shou'an Hall has retreated left and right at this time, except for Zhu Luan, Zhu Rong, and Zhu Yue, only Mrs. Chen is left to serve.

Zhu Mei also asked her to eat Lantern Festival before, although her identity is embarrassing, but after all, today is a festival of reunion. But Zhu Mei refused because she was unwell, so she had to ask her subordinates to send the Lantern Festival to the room.

Old Taijun Bai looked at the next great-grandchildren and sighed slightly.

"I know what you're worried about," said Mrs. Bai, "but I'm worried that I'm too old to run." ”

"But I know my body," the old man sighed, "and it's because I'm old that I have to run while I'm still strong." ”

The old man's voice was calm, but there was a determination to say it in this calm.

Zhu Rong looked at the determination in the eyes of Old Taijun Bai and took a breath, "Grandma, what are you doing to ......?"

The boy looked up, and a ray of morning light pierced through the window and hit his young face in the face. His skin was fair, flawless at first glance, and in the soft light he looked even more radiant and vibrant.

Old Taijun Bai's originally bitter heart was filled with a hint of relief, and the expression in his eyes became more and more determined.

"I have to go," the old man exhaled and looked at Zhu Rong lovingly.

"For your title."

Zhu Rong was stunned, and Zhu Luan lowered his head slightly when he heard this.

It was exactly as she expected.

"Although it is hereditary, the situation in our family is really complicated," Mrs. Bai sighed, "The title of Duke of England must be the master of His Majesty before he can inherit the title. ”

The old man sighed, and said that the last time she went to the Shendu was to attack the lord.

Old lady Bai glanced at Zhu Luan, and her expression was a little dazed.

Thinking that it was the year of the death of her father, in the face of the chaotic British mansion, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet to the Shendu, begging His Majesty to let Zhu Kuan, the second grandson of the concubine, take the throne.

And Zhu Kuan is dead, although Zhu Rong is a descendant, he has never appeared in front of people before, and his parents are dead.

The only one who can prove his identity is her, a lonely old woman.

But on such a major event as the first-class duke's attack on the lordship, how many people would be willing to believe her words?