Or does this cousin actually not have much malice towards her, and the so-called pursuit is actually just to protect her under the nose of the Fengshen Sect, lest she really fall into the hands of the Xuguang Holy Son and Jiang Rulian's apprentices?

Qin Youyou recalled the details that he had ignored before, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt like it. (Chinese.) The fact that she was dispersed by the Yuan Dan to cultivate is not necessarily related to him.

This bastard, won't he find a way to hint at it more? She was afraid that she would fall off the cliff and fall into the river, but she was picked up by the monster Xianggong and went home.

Is this a mistake or a wrong fate?!

"Can you find the Wind and the Clouds?" Qin Youyou played with the delicate embroidery on Yan Di's collar.

"He's missing, and the spies got the news, and the Fengshen Sect is also looking for him."

"Will he be in danger? I want to meet Brother Manzi, anyway, he has to go to the palace every day to check your brother's pulse and observe his injuries, and I will see him in the palace tomorrow. Qin Youyou looked at Yan Di and said, with a coquettish tone that could not be refused.

Yan Di thought about it and said helplessly: "Okay."

Qin Youyou consciously achieved a phased victory, smiled proudly, turned around and carefully put away his mother's handwritten letter and put it back in the box, and took those small things to look at.

The box has ornaments such as hairpin rings, handkerchiefs, and small bottles of unknown use. There are no particularly valuable objects, and Qin Youyou also knows from the news collected by Yan Di and Liang Ling for her that her mother is from the side branch of the Feng family, and she is not particularly favored in the family.

Qin Youyou took out those small ornaments one by one and took a closer look, and now the handiwork is very exquisite, especially a silver hairpin made into a vine and a flower hairpin, which can only be described as ingenious.

The more this particular style looks more and more like the handiwork of a mechanic, and it can even be said that such a handmade design is used on a silver hairpin, which is simply a waste.

Qin Youyou couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and suddenly let out a "huh".

"How?" Yan Di asked.

"There are words here!" Qin Youyou pointed to the dark lines on the back of the hairpin, and when he looked closely, there were indeed eight words hidden: Shengchang Yaoji. White is inseparable.

Better? Should it be a person's name, an admirer of the mother? Or is it her father at all?

The mother can be sent to be an undercover agent, it must be a thoughtful person, it is impossible not to show the words on this hairpin, and it is impossible for a woman to receive a hairpin from a strange man, let alone put it together with her belongings.

This "victory". At least seventy or eighty percent could be her father!

Yan Di took the hairpin and looked at it and said, "I'll order someone to check on this person tomorrow."

"Hmm!" Qin Youyou's heart fluctuated, and after seeing that there was nothing abnormal in the other things, he took them back into the box and put them on his dressing table.

"It's good to have news, don't frown. I'm doing things for you, aren't you going to thank me properly? Who said they were going to change my clothes today?" Yan Di rubbed Qin Youyou's frowning brows and deliberately laughed.

He couldn't get used to Qin Youyou's sad and depressed appearance.

Qin Youyou flattened his mouth. He said arrogantly: "When you get things done, I'll see if you're satisfied."

Early the next morning, the two still went into the palace together, because Yan Di would perform exercises for the emperor three times a day, and He Manzi would usually come to check the emperor's pulse after the first exercise in the morning to heal his injuries, so Qin Youyou also followed Yan Di to the emperor's bedroom to wait for He Manzi.

He Manzi saw Qin Youyou outside the dormitory, and his expression was overjoyed, knowing that she was waiting for him on purpose. After entering, he made sure that the emperor's body was normal, and hurriedly withdrew to talk to her.

Qin Youyou was more anxious than him: "Those things you gave me, are they all my mother's?" Did the wind return to the clouds give it to you? Where is he now? Did I mention to you who my father was?"

Saying that, he unconsciously grabbed He Manzi's sleeve and shook it like he did when he was a child.

Yan Di came out of the emperor's bedroom and happened to see this scene. With a black face and a dry cough, Qin Youyou followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at his hand, and let go of his hand a little curtly. I couldn't help muttering "stingy ghost" in my heart.

He Manzi smiled bitterly at her series of questions, and simply replied from the beginning: "Those things are your mother's, and they have always been with your uncle, you should already know that your mother is from the Feng family, Feng Guiyun is actually your cousin."

Qin Youyou nodded and complained, "Didn't he say it earlier?" It's fun to run after me with people and scare me out of a cliff?"

"There are a lot of people from the Holy Son of Xuguang around him, he can't contact you privately, he originally wanted to catch you and then secretly find a way to send you away or hide you." He Manzi explained for Feng Guiyun.

"A few days ago, that is, during the time of the Holy Hand Ring, the Holy Son of Xuguang suddenly sneaked into Midnight City, and made it clear that he was suspicious of him during the conversation, and forced him to catch you within three months, otherwise he would have to deal with him. I can't get in touch with him now. ”

He Manzi weighed his words under Yan Di's watchful eye and did not say anything about his many deliberate attempts to obstruct their contact with Qin Youyou.

In fact, Dazui and Xing both fell into a coma before the Holy Hand Ring Tournament began, and He Manzi was completely unable to exchange news with Qin Youyou, he knew that the Holy Son of Xuguang was going to deal with her, but he couldn't remind her, and he was almost so anxious that his head turned white.

He asked someone to send a letter to Yan Di mentioning the matter, but Yan Di only replied "I know", and still refused to let him go to see Qin Youyou.

Fortunately, Yan Di is indeed very capable, and after all, he protected Qin Youyou and didn't let her fall into the hands of the Xuguang Holy Son.

In fact, he didn't say that Qin Youyou could guess some of it, the monster Xianggong hadn't really deceived her at that time, and he must not have wanted to have more complications, so he deliberately cut off her from the outside world.

She was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the monster Xianggong who was a commonplace and did not respect her wishes, but she had no choice but to stare at him with hatred and ignore him.

"My father's business......" She guessed most of the answers to what He Manzi said, but she couldn't tell for sure about this one thing.

"Feng Guiyun and his father don't know about this, your mother kept it a secret and didn't mention it to anyone in the Feng family, they only knew that this person should have known your mother before she left the Feng family, and her refusal to accept Jiang Rulian's marriage proposal, and even betrayed the Divine Sect are related to this person." He Manzi said.

"Didn't my mother steal the mechanism map of the Jiang family and his son for the Feng family?" Qin Youyou remembered that this was the meaning of the letter.

"It shouldn't be, most of the noisy diagrams can be understood, and in Jiang Rulian's mind, your mother is much more important than them, Feng Guiyun said, when Jiang Rulian made a big fuss about the Feng family's old house, he once said that as long as the Feng family handed over someone, he would give all the drawings in his hand to the Feng family as a dowry gift, and he would not pursue the Feng family's plot against his family's drawings. Back then, the people of the Feng clan also spent a lot of energy trying to find out your mother's whereabouts, but unfortunately in vain. (/None, bullet. Window, small, said. Net) ()