On the thousand-year-old tree on the top of Dongling Mountain, Di Jinxuan hugged Ji Qingge and whispered in her ear, "What they said just now, did Concubine Ai hear it?" ”

"Hmm."

The different color that crossed Di Jinxuan's ice eyes was something that Ji Qingge couldn't guess. She didn't know why he had a whim, and preached on the ancient tree, allowing her to appreciate the magical charm of "Jing'an Sutra: Fengyue Chapter".

Although she was in the bedroom before, she also tried to deceive the body above him. But those few times were far less thrilling and exciting than the one I tried today.

Just after a happy time, she actually heard a familiar male voice that was quiet and pitiful.

Could it be that this is the old moon spirit that signed the spirit? As soon as I drew the spirit lot, less than two hours after I came out, I met Sikong Youpiao.

Why?

Before that, Ji Qingge was still thinking about it in his heart. The women who were locked up by her with concentric locks, that is, those peach blossoms who were secretly in love with and openly in love with Di Jinxuan, would they hate her because of this?

But she just thought about Di Jinxuan's side, but she didn't care about herself.

Anyway, that Aunt Dao didn't explain the signing to her, and it is really impossible to know if she can have peach blossoms other than Di Jinxuan in the future.

Ji Qingge looked in the direction where Sikong Youlian was before, although he knew that her future peach blossom could not be a suave young general like Sikong Youlian.

But I still want to know, why can't I hear the conversation between Sikong Youlian and the man in black?

This look made Ji Qingge realize that the man in black who was still standing behind the strange stone before, as well as Sikong Youpian, were gone.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from her sight?

The corners of Ji Qingge's lips outlined a mocking arc, thinking to himself who was Sikong Youpiao for that bewitching man? Or is he nobody, just a centrist?

Or is it a peacemaker?

Seeing Ji Qingge's smart eyes, there was a little doubt. Di Jinxuan's sword eyebrows raised lightly, and he said lightly, "Are you waiting for his answer?" ”

"Nope."

She understood that Di Jinxuan was talking about being pitiful. But she asked herself, not expecting a sympathetic answer. On the contrary, she only cares about Di Jinxuan.

"They left in a hurry, they must have gone to King Yan."

The corners of Di Jinxuan's lips provoked a cold arc, reached out and took the white dress from behind his back, and put it on for Ji Qingge with his own hands.

When he dressed her in a fox fur, she looked at him in astonishment and asked, "You already knew, didn't you?" ”

knew that Sikong Youlian was at the Dongling Inn, and even knew that he would be in danger here when he brought her here.

The doubts in his eyes flashed, and Ji Qingge said with regret, "I once helped his favorite woman on the way to Shengjing Station. But he ...... But he didn't think of the old feelings, so don't blame me for being ruthless in the future. ”

Those so-called relatives are just relatives of the original owner.

Whether it is the relatives of the Ji family or the relatives of the Yan family, she treats each other with courtesy. If she only gives unilaterally and is not recognized by her relatives, then why should she be persistent?

Take a hot face to stick to someone's cold buttocks, and she's not stupid.

"She's, for sure."

A hint of gloom flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Her mother, that is, your aunt, is buried at the foot of Dongling Mountain. ”

"Ah, I haven't heard you mention it before."

Before, she always thought that Yan Xiyun's mother was buried in Xishan.

"Every year during the Qingming Festival, and when the New Year is approaching, my father will bring the mother concubine of Lord Yan to worship General Pang." Di Jinxuan stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction where General Pang's grave was located, and said

"General Pang's cemetery is very close to the joint burial tomb of his parents-in-law."

But all the generals who made great contributions to the Xiyue Dynasty were almost buried in the cemetery of Dongling Mountain after their deaths. She'd heard of that.

She nodded knowingly, and asked casually, "The husband expected Sikong Youlian to be at the Dongling Inn, because he was also going to General Pang's cemetery to worship his ancestors?" ”

"Not exactly."

Di Jinxuan's eyes sank slightly, he hugged Ji Qingge in his arms, and said softly, "Didn't you ask me 'Who is Di Yuanxi' when you locked the concentric lock?" ”

"It must be a member of the royal family, but I don't know which eldest princess's name it will be."

Ji Qingge smiled awkwardly and said truthfully.

Before, when she locked the concentric lock, she saw the concentric lock of Di Yuxia and Yelu Qionghua; also saw the concentric locks of Di Jinchen and Yan Xiyun; I even saw the concentric locks of Di Yuanxi and Sikong Junfeng......

The concentric locks locked on the edge of the cliff reflect a heartbreaking light in the sun's rays.

It was alone and chained to an iron chain that could not be reached by the edge of the ancient tree, as if it deliberately kept a certain distance from the world.

Ji Qingge thought to himself, maybe there is a story between Di Yuanxi and Sikong Junfeng that he doesn't want outsiders to know.

"Di Yuanxi, is the name of my little aunt, Princess Lin Yue."

Di Jinxuan's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and he said softly, "Although she is the younger sister of her father, I have very little time with her.

She's over forty years old, but she's still in the boudoir......"

"Because of that Sikong Junfeng?"

A trace of pity flashed in Ji Qingge's eyes, and he felt a little sorry for his in-law's little aunt, Emperor Yuanxi. She reached out and stroked her forehead, and suddenly remembered something that the original owner remembered.

Sikong Junfeng, but the name of the auxiliary general of the Xiyue Dynasty.

Then didn't he and Di Yuanxi become a cousin's love affair? However, in ancient times, there were not a few cousins who fell in love with each other and achieved positive results.

"Sikong Junfeng is Sikong You's pitiful father. He is the elder brother of the little aunt, but he is a cousin who is not related to the little aunt by blood. ”

Di Jinxuan smiled lightly and said, "Sikong You's grandfather, Sikong Yan, has no heirs for several years after marrying his father's aunt, Princess Ning Han.

It may be that her body is too weak, and the child she conceives cannot survive. ”

"From this point of view, the eldest princess Ning Han is not a person who practices martial arts."

In Ji Qingge's narrow eyes, a trace of doubt passed. I thought that since Sikong Yan became a concubine, he should live wholeheartedly with the eldest princess Ning Han.

That Sikong Junfeng was not born to the eldest princess Ning Han, could it be that Sikong Yan was born to his concubine?

The doubts in his heart came with Emperor Jinxuan one by one, only to hear him say, "Sikong Yan in the early years was a more sought-after man in the imperial city. Not only are there many famous ladies who admire his talent, but there are also several daughters of princes with different surnames, who have a good impression of him. ”

Ji Qingge's eyes sank slightly, and he said with vinegar

"Isn't it just like my husband, a prince with peach blossoms flying in the sky?"

"You ......" Di Jinxuan glanced at Ji Qingge in embarrassment, and also deeply understood that she was always worried that his peach blossom luck was too prosperous.

"How many wives and concubines does Sikong Yan have?"

Ji Qingge expressed curiosity.

"Not much." The specific number of rooms, Di Jinxuan has never paid attention to it. Besides, how could he ever care about these things? Just a faint way

Sikong Yan also married the daughter of a prince with a different surname, and sat on an equal footing with the eldest princess Ning Han. It is said that today's Sikong Mustard Ling looks very much like her grandmother. ”

"No wonder Sikong Mustard Ling is out of the dust......"

After listening to Di Jinxuan's narration, Ji Qingge vaguely sensed some conspiracy from it. She leaned close to his ear and said in a very soft voice

"My father chose the latter between my aunt's lifelong happiness and his ambition and hegemony."

Most of the princesses of the Xiyue Dynasty were married to the noble sons of the gate lord clan. There are also a few princesses who are married to neighboring countries and relatives.

Those who have a bumpy road in love may not be the only one who is Di Yuanxi. But in Ji Qingge's view, it is also rare for Emperor Yuan Xi to maintain a deep affection with Sikong Junfeng after experiencing the vicissitudes of the world.

"I heard that in the early years, General Sikong made a promise to his little aunt before leaving the imperial city and going to the border to fight."

Sikong Junfeng said to Di Yuanxi

"If I come back alive, I will live up to your expectations."

Di Yuanxi burst into tears and said in a trembling voice, "No, you must come back alive!" As long as you ...... Alive. ”

Later, Sikong Junfeng returned to the imperial city alive, but he married Pang Xueqin, the senior sister he and Di Yuanxi, respectively.