Judging by her dress, she doesn't look like a person in the palace, she should be a family member of a courtier. Zhao Zhangmou also saw a lot of noble ladies at the banquet, but those so-called noble ladies never paid attention to him, and they were even more afraid of having a connection with him, a prince with no background and no power. They have always only flocked to Zhao Zhang's inquiry. Whose noble daughter is this person?

Seeing that Zhao Zhangmou was silent, the little girl stared at herself in a daze, and lowered her head a little weakly: "I'm not eavesdropping on you, the first time I entered the palace, I lost my handkerchief in a daze, and I came to find my handkerchief." ”

Long Zhang, who has always been cautious and suspicious, conspired to make the gods believe this, and even his voice took on a rare bright color, and asked, "That's mine, why don't you let me tear it?" ”

The little girl pursed her lips and replied in a low voice, "But this is your hard work." ”

"So what? Nobody appreciates it, it's just a pile of waste paper. Zhao Zhangmou's voice became more and more gloomy.

"Reading is for yourself, not for others. Why do you mind other people's thoughts, as long as you have a clear conscience. You can't be presumptuous! The little girl had encouragement in her eyes, and when she saw that Zhao Zhangmou's gloomy color had dissipated, she cautiously tentatively said, "Are you still tearing it?" ”

Zhao Zhangmou stared at the beautiful little girl in front of him, he could imagine that in a few years her demeanor would be graceful, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but dye a shallow smile, and even her eyebrows, which had always been full of haze, stretched a little.

"Don't tear it up. What's your name? ”

The little girl who received a satisfactory answer breathed a sigh of relief and returned what was behind her with both hands.

"My name is Meng Keming."

--

Zhao Zhangmou suddenly sobered up.

He stared at the bed tent for a long time, and the voice and smile of the person in his dream seemed to be still in front of him, lingering.

Zhao Zhangmou slowly took out an old handkerchief from his arms, which seemed to have been used for many years. He put the handkerchief to his heart and muttered, "Ke Meng...... Ke Meng ......"

may be because he returned to this familiar palace that he dreamed of meeting Meng Keming for the first time. Meng Keming did not find her lost handkerchief back then, but Zhao Zhangmou searched for it alone for a long time that day before he found this handkerchief under the fallen leaves. Zhao Zhangmou originally wanted to return the original, but there was no suitable time, and he didn't expect to keep it for so many years.

Zhao Zhangmou remembered that it was the second year since he saw Meng Keming again. It was a banquet, and Zhao Zhangmou had no memory of the banquet, but Meng Kemeng's slim and gentle appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind.

She was more out of the dust, she saluted respectfully and humbly, entered the table generously, answered decently, and her gestures were full of the cultivation and demeanor of famous ladies.

It was also at that time that Zhao Zhangmou had a feeling that Meng Keming seemed to be an unreachable moon in the mountains, and he was just a humble dust in the corner.

Where does the dust dare to desecrate the white moonlight, so Zhao Zhangmou is even harder, poetry and books, Wen Taowu strategy, he wants to become a person worthy of Meng Keming.

Finally one day, he thought he could.

He knelt in front of Wan Kangdi and begged to marry Miss Meng.

Wan Kangdi coldly told him that he had decided to marry Meng Kemeng to Zhao Zhangxun.

It was an easy decree for Wan Kangdi, but it ruined Zhao Zhang's long-cherished wish for many years.

Zhao Zhangmou had long forgotten how he had left the Heart Cultivation Hall with a dead heart, but he was unwilling.

He remembered that the prime minister's wife entered the palace that day. The prime minister's wife and Empress Ying are close friends in the boudoir, and occasionally enter the palace to see Empress Ying. He wasn't sure if Meng Keming would follow.

But Zhao Zhangmou still secretly waited near the queen's bedroom.

Finally, he saw Meng Keming.

and Zhao Zhangxun beside her.

The two of them smiled and smiled, although they maintained a decent distance, but the affection between the two people's eyes was clear to the discerning person at a glance.

The clearer Zhao Zhangmou became, the cooler the blood around his body became, and it wasn't until Zhao Zhangxun and Meng Keming disappeared from his sight that he found that his whole body was stiff and cold.

Why......

He is already the pride of heaven with everything, why should he snatch you......

I knew you first......

But feelings never matter what comes first, first comes.

--

When Zhao Zhangmou woke up from his memories, the sky was already dark.

He suddenly remembered that the person with the same appearance as Zhao Chengxi was in the palace.

Although the man was unconscious, he was sure that it was not Zhao Chengxi, and he didn't think that Qin Chongzhou would let Mr. Ling kidnap Zhao Chengxi.

Zhao Zhangmou never thought of taking Zhao Chengxi's life, nor did he want to hurt her. It's not because of blood relationship, but because she has Meng Keming's blood on her body.

The blood relationship is insignificant, and biological children can also be abandoned, but Zhao Chengxi is Meng Keming's child and Meng Keming's bloodline left in this world. Now that he knows that Zhao Chengxi is his daughter, Zhao Zhangmou suddenly has a trace of interest in this niece he has never met, and he may be able to get a glimpse of Meng Keming's shadow from Zhao Chengxi's body.

Seeing that Zhao Zhangmou came out so early, the waiter who was keeping vigil outside hurriedly followed.

Zhao Zhangmou raised his hand, motioned for the attendant to retreat, and walked somewhere alone.

Was she born like Meng Keming?

Does she have a shadow of Meng Keming on her?

Thinking about it, Zhao Zhangmou had already paced to the door of Su Xiyu's room.

Even if he is not Zhao Chengxi himself, he can also get a glimpse of his appearance.

Su Xiyu on the bed was still in a coma, and she didn't know anything about Zhao Zhangmou, who was approaching step by step.

With the faint light of the sky, Zhao Zhang took a closer look at Su Xiyu.

I have to say that he was quite disappointed.

Although he can't see his eyes, judging from the outline of his facial features, Zhao Chengxi is not born like Meng Keming, or even like Zhao Zhangxun, but has inherited more of Wan Kangdi's mold.

But the more Zhao Zhangmou looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes.

--

North Mirror City, Protector Barracks.

Qin Zhi looked at the orderly and neatly lined up soldiers of the Protector Army on the training ground on the side, and couldn't help but elbow Qin Xu who stabbed him at his side, and asked, "Do you know what happened when Lord Hou ordered the whole army to be summoned?" ”

Qin Xu squinted his eyes and swept the corners of Qin Zhi's uncomfortably pursed mouth, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say you wouldn't talk to me?" ”

Qin Zhi's eyebrows twisted: "When I didn't say it!" ”

Qin Xu chuckled: "I don't know what it is, but it wasn't ordered by the Hou Ye, it was ordered by His Majesty." ”

"Your Majesty?"

Qin Zhi still wanted to ask something, but when he saw the figures of Zhao Chengxi and Qin Chongzhou coming side by side in the distance, he was silent in an instant, adjusted his standing posture, and stood upright.

There was silence on the field, and the soldiers all looked straight ahead without squinting. But Zhao Chengxi knew that their attention was on him, thinking of this, Zhao Chengxi was inexplicably a little frightened.