After dinner, Wang Quanquan called Pu Wen, and the two of them carried a good daughter red on the roof, intending to drink to the moon.

Although Pu Wen felt that it would be more appropriate to go to the Qinglou to drink flower wine together, because the king had promised Yan Rongrong not to go to that kind of place again, he could only be vassal.

"Do you know the origin of my daughter's popularity?"

The king raised his glass and looked at the moon in the distance.

"I don't know." Park asked to pour himself a glass and replied honestly.

Wang Quanquan put down the wine glass, looked indifferent, and said slowly:

"It is said that in Jiangnan, when every daughter is born, the father will prepare three jars of wine, seal it and bury it deep under the osmanthus tree in the backyard, and when there is nothing to do, I like to step under the osmanthus tree a few feet, as if stepping on a few feet will be solid in my heart.

Looking back at her daughter, her head was tied with a red rope, and her eyebrows and eyes were like willow leaves in the Qingming season, becoming brighter and brighter day by day.

Stay until the day of the daughter's wedding, that is, the day of the daughter's red opening. ”

When Pu Wen heard this, his eyes were already a little red, as if he saw the scene of the mooncake marrying in the future, but unexpectedly, Wang Quanquan added another sentence:

"So the longer the red year of someone's daughter, the uglier his girl is, and those forty or fifty years of aging, tsk, I can't even think of it."

"......" Park Wen was speechless for the first time by the king's authority.

"Senior brother, you say, I will store a few jars of moon cakes now, but I can't have time?"

"I look at the hanging, that girl looks smart, and a lot of people are rushing to ask for it, and it is estimated that you will have to dig it out again after just two or three years of burial."

"Hehe, that's good."

"Hehe, you're big, do you really want to rob your daughter with your Great Khan?"

Park Wen smiled without saying a word, raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and then squinted his eyes to taste it, as if it was the wine of moon cakes.

……

The place where several people were located ushered in a light rain in the second half of the night, an autumn rain and a cold, although the rain was not large, but it took away a lot of residual summer heat.

Early in the morning, a little novice was walking down the wet street with an umbrella, and the vendor who had just opened his stall stopped the little monk passing by, and then brought two hot steamed buns that had just come out of the cage.

The little monk took it politely, chanted some blessed Buddhist words, and the kind-hearted stall owner smiled.

This scene of harmony between monks and people is extremely rare outside of this central state.

……

As soon as Wang Quanquan got up in the morning, he was told by the innkeeper that someone was waiting for him.

When he reached the lobby downstairs, he saw a woman sitting at a table by the window, her hands on her cheeks, looking extremely bored.

Presumably, this is the one who is waiting for him.

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, walked over to the woman, and sat down.

"Miss Su got up so early."

The woman is Su Qiaoqiao, who insists on going to Cong Mo Courtyard to splash paint every seven days.

Su Qiaoqiao glanced at Wang Quanquan, then sighed, did not speak, and continued to be silent.

Seeing that the other party didn't care about himself, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and he had nothing to say:

"It's cold, it's time to put on your pants."

"......" replied that he was still silent.

Wang Quanquan smiled when he saw this, he naturally knew the intention of the other party, and about the relics, Wang Quanquan also asked the young abbot of Cong Mo Yuan, but unfortunately the answer he got was still not found.

Wang Quanquan showed a wry smile and said:

"Miss Su, I'm afraid I can't find Lingtang's relics."

The woman was in a daze from beginning to end, as if she had expected it...

At this time, a little monk with an umbrella came to the door of the inn.

The little monk put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, leaned against the door with the tip down, and then entered the inn unhurriedly.

After coming to the lobby, he first looked around, and finally set his eyes on the two kings.

Walking forward slowly, the little monk folded his hands and bowed slightly to Wang Quanquan, which was regarded as a greeting, and then in Wang Quanquan's puzzled gaze, he took out something from his arms and handed it over.

Wang Quanquan took the tightly wrapped items, opened the layers of linen, and found that among them was a white jade bracelet.

The woman on the opposite side, who was originally sluggish, immediately became energetic after seeing the jade bracelet, stepped forward and took the bracelet, and looked at it again and again.

The little monk opened his mouth and explained:

"After several donors left yesterday, the senior brother who was in charge of cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion found this jade bracelet in the pavilion, thinking that it should be Miss Su's, so the abbot asked me to send it."

At this time, Su Qiaoqiao, who was holding the jade bracelet, had moist eyes, and when Wang Quanquan saw this, he said to the little monk:

"Thank you, little master, early in the morning, you must not have eaten yet, let's sit down and eat some together."

The little monk shook his head, "I ate on the road just now, and since it has been returned to its original owner, the little monk has taken his leave." ”

After speaking, he bowed slightly.

"It's hard work, little master." The king also bowed and returned the salute.

The little monk nodded and turned to leave, re-holding the paper umbrella and walking out of the inn.

"In the end, he came out of Cong Mo Academy, and he was so detached at such a young age." Wang Quanquan looked at the direction of the little monk's departure and couldn't help but sigh.

When the little novice was gone, he turned his gaze back to the woman opposite.

Su Qiaoqiao's mood had stabilized at this time, and she looked out the window in a daze.

After a long time, she finally spoke, after not saying a word from beginning to end:

"I didn't have a father when I was a child, my mother raised me alone, and we had a hard time at that time, crammed into a small and dilapidated house.

That little house leaks in winter and rain in summer, and whenever it rains, I will hide in my mother's arms, fantasizing that one day my father can appear in front of me on a tall horse and pick me up with my mother.

I waited and waited for ten years, but I didn't wait for that man.

Later, when I grew up, I knew that my mother was originally a young lady from a large family, and there was no need to suffer like this, and it was because of that man that she was expelled from the house, and she was reduced to sewing for others to make ends meet.

But even so, she still didn't regret it, and she kept waiting for the man to come back, waiting for more than ten years, until she ended up regretting.

Before her death, her mother even clutched the portrait of the man tightly. ”

Su Qiaoqiao said these expressionlessly, as if talking to herself, narrating other people's stories.

"There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart", this is the feeling of the king's authority at this time.

He listened quietly, asking nothing and saying nothing, until the other man continued:

"After my mother died, I wanted to burn the portrait of that man, I didn't want to know who he was, I didn't want to go to him, even if one day he came to beg me, I wouldn't forgive him.

But when I actually threw the portrait into the brazier, I regretted it, I kicked it over, extinguished the flame on the portrait, and then carefully folded it and put it with my mother's relics. ”

After saying this, Su Qiaoqiao slowly stood up and left without saying a word, without politeness or goodbye.

After a long while, Wang Quanquan let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that the other party said these words to him, not out of whim, nor out of trust, but that things had been pressed in his heart for too long, and it had reached the point of not vomiting unpleasantly, so he would reveal these things to himself who only had a one-sided relationship.

"Is your surname Sue?" The royal authority muttered.

……

After a long silence, Wang Quanquan spoke again: "Zi Mouse." ”

A green robe appeared beside him silently.

Wang Quan's spirit, which was still suppressed, was frightened by the sudden appearance of Qingxing at this moment.

"Why are you like Haruko, elusive?"

"......," Qingxing replied in silence.

It's really not that the king has no way to talk, if he hadn't been used to the style of these secret guards, he would really be scared out.

After calming down his emotions, Wang Quanquan commanded:

"You go and check Su Qiaoqiao's background, if you can find her biological father, it's best."

"Hmm."

Qingxing flashed away, still silent......

Wang Quanquan has to admire, in addition to the way this secret guard appears, it is really easy to use to collect intelligence.

Along the way, he has secretly sent missions to Qingxing many times, and each time the other party can complete it quickly and accurately, and the most important thing is that there is no superfluous nonsense.

It can be seen from this that Xiao Chunzi's guy is definitely not a secret guard, and his mouth is too broken.

The king's authority would send a secret guard to investigate a woman who had only one side to him, because he had a vague idea of absurdity.

This idea has been around since the first time I met Su Qiaoqiao at the gate of Cong Mo Courtyard.

At that time, when he saw each other for the first time, he had a sense of familiarity, and then after thinking about it for a long time, he finally figured out the origin of this familiarity: this eyebrow is too much like the Holy Emperor.

At that time, he had a very nasty idea - Su Qiaoqiao should not be the illegitimate son of the Holy Grace Emperor.

Later, when she contacted the other party's age and the father she had never met, this feeling became even stronger.

After Emperor Sheng'en ascended the throne, he often paid private visits to observe the people's feelings.

Especially in the first ten years of his ascension to the throne, Emperor Sheng'en went south and north many times, and even came to Zhongzhou several times.

The emperor's departure from Beijing is a major event, and the reason why it did not stir up any waves inside and outside the court is likely to be like the king's authority when he left Beijing, and a disguised master pretended to be the Emperor Sheng'en and sat in Beijing.

And according to the conjecture of the king's authority, this mysterious disguise master is very likely to be inextricably linked with Xiaochunzi.

Since Emperor Sheng'en went to so many places at the beginning, it is impossible to leave a few princes and princesses outside.

Therefore, Wang Quanquan asked Qingxing to investigate Su Qiaoqiao, not out of compassion, nor out of some kind of bullshit chivalrous spirit, but because he was afraid that Emperor Sheng'en owed unpaid debts.

During the waiting period, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, he found an excuse to be unwell, postponed the trip for a day, and quietly waited for Qingxing to return.

……

At night, a green coat knocked on the door, Wang Quanquan glanced at Yan Rongrong who was lying beside him, and tiptoed out of the room.

If this scene is seen by Yan Rongrong, who is asleep, it will be a punch and kick, it will be too much like cheating.

Wang Quanquan took the booklet handed by Qingxing, the booklet was obviously some years old, and the cover had the words "Su Qiaoqiao" written on the cover.

Wang Quanquan flipped it down at will, and it was densely written with Su Qiaoqiao's life, the content was so detailed that even her eating habits were recorded.

And the older you go, the older the handwriting becomes, and the more you go back, the newer it becomes, obviously not at the same time.

Looking at this booklet that was as thick as a book, Wang Quanquan admired the dark guard more and more, and casually praised:

"It's still your profession."

Qing Xing's face was expressionless, and she said lightly:

"This booklet already exists, but it took some time to get it."

"Oh? What's going on? ”

"The intelligence system of the dynasty is much deeper than the prince thought, and there are special departments in various places to collect intelligence, which are responsible for supervising local officials and people in the rivers and lakes. Su Qiaoqiao was originally the first thief, so he would naturally be recorded.

But this is the first time I've seen such a detailed record as it is now.

At that time, when I asked for them, they said that it was a Class A secret, and they had to have a secret guard order or a secret letter from the saint to access it. ”

"And how did you end up getting it?"

"I told them that the prince wanted to see it, and they handed it over to me directly."

Speaking of this, Qing Xing rarely showed doubts on her face, Class A secret, non-secret guard orders and letters written by the saint cannot be transferred, this is an iron law.

If it weren't for the fact that it was one of the Secret Guards, she would have doubted the authenticity of the booklet.

Wang Quanquan didn't care about these details, although Su Qiaoqiao was not a fuel-efficient lamp no matter how he looked at it, but in the end, he was just a thief, and he was not so valued by the most cutting-edge intelligence organization of the dynasty - all indications at present showed that his guess was likely to be the truth of the facts.

Su Qiaoqiao is indeed the seed of the Holy Grace Emperor, and the Holy Grace Emperor also knows about this, so he will send spies to keep an eye on her.

As for why a prince can transfer Class A secrets, there are two possibilities. One is that he has a secret guard order, and the other guards also know about it; The second is that Emperor Sheng'en has arranged in advance, if a certain prince happens to meet Su Qiaoqiao, he can conveniently bring this princess who lives in the people back to the capital.

Of course, all of the above is speculation, and the truth depends on the contents of the booklet.

Wang Quanquan only took a general look just now, but when he looked at it from the first page, he was immediately shocked by the first sentence.

"In August of the fifteenth year of the dynasty, His Majesty traveled to Zhongzhou in Weifu and got acquainted with and was fortunate to be the daughter of the Xu family.

In the sixteenth year, the Xu family gave birth to a daughter, whose name was Qiaoqiao, and the Xu family gave birth to a child out of wedlock and was expelled from the Xu Mansion. ”

Wang Quanquan's eyes widened, even though he had guessed it a long time ago, it was still hard to believe.

He continued to scroll back, and after a few trivial things, he saw a few more iconic words:

"In June of the thirtieth year of the dynasty, the Xu family died, and the orphan daughter Zhao Qiaoqiao was adopted by the thief Su Bai and changed her surname to Su."

"Zhao Qiaoqiao... The co-author didn't even tell anyone his real name, and still called himself Zhao Zhiyi. Wang Quanquan scolded inwardly, and then continued to read.

There is nothing important next, most of them are Su Qiaoqiao's "glorious deeds", such as taking the official seal of a certain governor, copying the small treasury of a certain magistrate, and stealing the heart of a certain son......

When Wang Quanquan read it word for word from beginning to end, he let out a weird laugh for no reason: "Hehe." ”

This sudden strange laugh made Qingxing, who has always been elusive, can't help but get goosebumps.

Then he saw that the king turned around in silence and returned to the house.

……

The royal authority still underestimated the Holy Grace Emperor.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was his own father, he might have to greet the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations.

What about the good merciful and unplanted? Said that the good flowers have been in the bush, and the leaves do not stick to the body?

Not only did he co-author, but he was also an irresponsible scumbag. It is also false that the leaves do not stick to the body, and the spicy hand urging flowers is true.

The "role model of my generation"!

Wang Quanquan was crazy in his heart and slandered his own father, he was only glad now, glad that he did not inherit the Holy Grace Emperor's love for one, otherwise it might happen "She is your sister!" This kind of bloody plot.

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