Wang Fuling and Xuan Qi were both waiting outside, and they could faintly hear something.

Xuan Ye said: "I remember that my father liked to stay here when he was alive, and most of his food and accommodation were here, do you remember?" ”

The monarch of Southern Xinjiang was silent for a moment: "Naturally remember ......"

"If you remember, why can't you remember his habits? In fact, my father has always hidden the opportunity here, but you have never found out. The furnishings in this inner sanctum are as old as ever, and with your personality, you shouldn't come in very often, right? ”

At this time when Wang Fuling couldn't see it, Xuan Ye walked straight to the table on the side, and the paintings on the wall were already mottled.

Xuan Ye once remembered that his father liked to stand here in a daze, so when he was young, he looked through it because of curiosity.

He removed the painting, revealing a dark pavilion behind it, and inside was a dusty wooden box.

Xuan Ye took it out and put it on the table: "What my father said to you is just to motivate you to be diligent, but he will never do anything to plunge southern Xinjiang into a crisis, let alone change the monarch easily." You open the box and see what it is? ”

If the first emperor really wanted to do this kind of thing, he would not abandon his favorite child for the sake of the overall situation of southern Xinjiang.

The king had already guessed a few points about the contents of the box, but he could not believe that his father was not partial.

He always thought that his father did not hand over the state seal to him because he wanted his favorite child to come back and replace him. But now, there is no reason for him to hate his father all along, and he is a little confused.

He reached out and opened the box, and the dust on it fell on the table, and the jade seal carved from mutton fat jade in the box appeared in front of him.

Xuan Ye said: "In my impression, my father is benevolent, and he will not treat any child coldly. Your inner conflict, because your father also loved you, so you didn't let people change this inner sanctum. But you hate him very much for not giving you the seal, so you rarely come here. If you're confident enough to think that you're the ruler of the country, you don't care about that, but you don't ......."

He seems to have begun to understand his father's good intentions, and a few years ago he was timid and incompetent, and he had no confidence in himself at all. It was precisely because of what his father said that he began to forge ahead and kept learning to do, but the inferiority complex in his heart could not be erased.

The monk standing in front of him, his royal brother, was praised as a genius when he was in southern Xinjiang, and he was a once-in-a-century talent. He had many extraordinary insights at a young age, which is why people felt that they could not be compared to him.

Xuan Ye sighed helplessly: "Although Southern Xinjiang is my homeland, it is also a place I don't want to come back. I just want to bring someone here to see, worship the ancestors, and say goodbye here, why do you always regard me as an enemy? ”

The monarch held the jade seal in his hand and looked at it carefully, and was silent for a long time: "I heard that you are quite loved by the emperor in Great Xia, and you have been named a national teacher, and they don't know your identity?" ”

Xuan Ye shook his head: "There is no more Hengyu in this world, there is only a monk who is a monk at a young age, and I am no longer him." ”

"If it is to worship the ancestors, I will go with you tomorrow, and my father must be at ease under the nine springs."

Xuan Ye clasped his hands together: "The monarch is kind-hearted, and he will definitely make the people of southern Xinjiang worry about food and clothing, presumably southern Xinjiang is going to win a prosperous era." ”

"Take your people back to rest, and after worshipping your ancestors tomorrow, come and go as you like."

Wang Fuling and Xuan Qihou have been outside for a long time, and the two of them inside can be regarded as coming out.

The Southern Xinjiang National Army did not look at Xuan Ye as angrily as before, but was a little more kind, and asked people to send them out and serve them carefully.

Wang Fuling was puzzled, could it be that Xuan Ye still had such ability, and he could resolve the crisis by saying a few words at will?

The envoy was left in the palace, and only the three of them were sent back to their lodgings.

Wang Fuling was full of suspicion and asked, so she didn't go back to rest, she went to Xuanye.

Xuan Ye sat by the desk and pondered, looked up at Wang Fuling coming in, and closed the door again.

"When are we leaving?"

He said, "The day after tomorrow, after worshipping the ancestors." ”

In fact, this is not what Wang Fuling wants to ask, but she doesn't know how to say what she wants to ask.

But he has always been an empathetic person: "You want to ask, why did he let me go like this?" ”

Wang Fuling did not deny it: "Yes, I want to know." ”

He said: "When the knot is opened, you will naturally forget your enmity, just like you... There will also be times when you let go of your grudges. ”

Wang Fuling didn't know why he suddenly pulled on her, and then looked at his eyes, he was a little uncomfortable: "This has to be fate......

She is not like the king of the southern frontier, fragile in her heart, suspicious and jealous. Her hatred is a sea of blood, and it is absolutely impossible to let go.

Seeing this, Xuan Ye didn't say anything more, and Wang Fuling understood. He just didn't want to say it, so he pulled it on her so that she wouldn't ask again.

Wang Fuling was self-aware, and if he didn't say it, she wouldn't ask anymore.

Nothing happened to them, and Wang Fuling was still very afraid when she was escorted into the palace. It's not that she's afraid of death, it's that she's afraid of revenge and hasn't avenged it.

Fortunately, she is safe and sound, and she can still hate the blood of the dead people.

The next day, about halfway through noon, someone from the palace told them that they could go.

The monarch of southern Xinjiang is not stingy, and the clothes and cars are served, and the pomp is not small.

The people who came to greet him were all called Xuanye as the son, as if he was still a royal family in southern Xinjiang.

But everyone knows in their hearts that this is just a show, Xuanye has been separated from Southern Xinjiang, and he is nothing.

Thinking of this, Wang Fuling couldn't help but look at Xuan Ye.

His face was calm, but Wang Fuling felt sorry for him inexplicably, this should have been his home, the place where he was born. But now, the people here, the things here, have nothing to do with him.

Wang Fuling seems to be able to empathize, Xuanye, who was sent away as a proton, must have hated his father and everything here.

In the past, Wang Fuling always felt that Xuan Ye was a kind person on the face and ruthless in her heart, and she never regarded Xuan Ye as a monk. Now, he feels that Xuanye is fraternity and kindness, otherwise he would not be able to let go of his hatred, or even ask for nothing, and fulfill his master's wish before his death.

Such a man looks weak, but in fact he is strong inside.

He must have suffered a lot......

Thinking about it, Wang Fuling felt that it was not right, she had probably been comfortable for too long, and she would actually sympathize with her enemy.

"What are you thinking?"

Wang Fuling was distracted, and Xuan Ye's words startled her: "I... I just think of the people of the Han family, and I'm a little worried that something will happen. ”

He smiled at Wang Fuling, reached out and patted the back of her hand twice: "Peace of mind, even if you are discovered, I can make the Han family not move you in the slightest, even if they find out that you are not Han Lijun, I will protect you." ”