"It's good that Niangniang understands." Murong Bai nodded and continued, "It snowed heavily from the sky, and it was rumored that the people in Beijing were saints without virtue, so the Emperor of Heaven sent down divine punishment. The situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty was immediately moved, and all forces gathered in Beijing at this time. ”

Cui Yan sneered, "I also know a thing or two about the rumors in Beijing. I thought that Mr. was a clear person, but I didn't expect to believe such nonsense. ”

Murong Bai: "......"

"There is a grandmother in my palace, who is the saint's nurse, and the grandmother said that the saint looks very similar to the first emperor, almost carved out of a mold. With such similar appearances, if you want to say that it is not father and son, I don't believe it.

Moreover, the Holy Emperor was only eight years old when he ascended the throne, and he ascended the throne by adhering to the will of the first emperor. If the blood is dirty, how could the first emperor not know? How could such a purpose be made?

As for the punishment of the gods, it is even more ridiculous, snow disasters occur every year, but this year is more serious, besides, the Holy God has issued an order to help the victims with all his might, I believe that it will not be long before the disaster will be alleviated.

When the disaster is lifted, this rumor will naturally be self-defeating. ”

Murong Bai raised his eyebrows, neither affirming nor denying Cui Yan's words.

"How is this nonsense?" Cui Haoran almost jumped up in a hurry.

He is not as calm as Murong Bai, you must know that this is a game he carefully arranged, and it will become like this in Cui Yan's mouth!

He suddenly had an illusion that all his arrangements, all the tossing, were all he singing alone, and no one had ever seen it in his eyes, let alone believed it!

"Rumors stop at the wise." Cui Yan asked rhetorically, "Is it possible, my father also believes such nonsense." ”

In those crystal eyes, the color of disappointment was even worse.

“……”

As the creator and promoter of "ghost stories", Cui Haoran said that there is nothing more painful in the world than when you carefully make up a lie, but no one believes you. The person you want to coax will always treat you as a joke!

Heart, very stuffed. This is Cui Haoran's only feeling at the moment.

Perhaps, as he expected, from the very beginning, he went in the wrong direction.

"It doesn't matter if other people believe it or not, what matters is that all the masters and slaves of the Cui family are convinced of this." Murong Bai said lightly, "The emperor ascended the throne at a young age, and Xiangye was the minister of the humerus, but as the saint grew older, the contradictions between the monarch and the ministers gradually became prominent, so that it reached the point of complete irreparability. ”

Murong Bai analyzed the situation of the Cui family to Cui Yan one by one, and the emperor and the Cui family were already standing on two opposing sides.

"So, what is the Cui family's plan?" Cui Yan asked.

"Wait and see." Cui Haoran said coldly, interrupting Murong Bai's unspoken words.

Murong Bai nodded and didn't say much.

As Cui Haoran's confidant, he knows very well when to open his mouth and when to shut up.

Cui Haoran said lightly, "Yan'er, you were originally a squire on the edge of Surabaya, and your home was ransacked by bandits, and only Aunt Feng escaped alone. When her father picked up Aunt Feng, she had something in her arms. ”

At Cui Haoran's signal, Murong Bai opened the cabinet, took out a heavy sandalwood box, and handed the contents of the box to Cui Yan.

Cui Yan's beautiful eyes widened, and her eyes showed surprise, "This, this ......"