"Jingjian, are you not feeling well?"

Su Chengxi saw that Jing Jian's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but whisper: "If you are not feeling well, you can go to the Tai Hospital for a while." ”

"No, the subordinates are fine."

Jing Jian raised his eyes, at Su Chengxi's worried look, his heart was slightly warm, and the corners of his mouth twitched, wanting to show a smile to express his kindness and gratitude to her, but he was a little uncomfortable, so the corners of his mouth just pulled out a small arc and was pressed down by him again.

The expression looked a little weird.

He simply gave up, turned his head away, looked at the portrait and the spiritual seat not far away, and whispered: "Queen Mother, we should go." ”

Su Chengxi also felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, nodded slightly, and just reached out to take the spiritual position, Jing Jian's face instantly became solemn, he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist with one hand, hugged her thin waist with one hand, and quickly disappeared in place on her toes.

Su Chengxi felt her back pressed against a hot chest, and the thick and extremely aggressive aura belonging to a man wrapped her tightly, making her heart beat half a beat slower at an untimely time.

But before she could say anything, she heard a "creak" and someone pushed the door open.

Su Chengxi instantly held his breath and cautiously looked over.

Seeing Mu Yi pushing Xiao Jianmin, who was in a wheelchair, walked in, Mu Yi asked in wonder, "Lord Wang, why did you come to such a desolate place?" The subordinates thought that this splendid palace was full of grandeur and solemnity, but they didn't expect that there was no such dilapidation. ”

Xiao saw Min snorting and said, "What's so strange about this, there is still a cold palace in this palace!" The cold palace is no better than here. ”

Mu Yi pushed Xiao Jianmin forward, and after seeing the spiritual position, his eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "Lord Wang, this is the legendary ...... The mother of the first emperor? ”

"That's right."

Xiao Jianmin looked at the unstained offering table, his eyes fell on the burning incense wax, the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile, and he whispered: "It seems that this place, some people have never forgotten." ”

Mu Yi raised his eyes to look at the woman in the portrait, saw the similarity with Xiao Jianmin, the corners of his mouth moved, and whispered: "Lord Wang, there is a little similarity between this woman and your eyebrows, and you and the first emperor are also a little similar in appearance, no wonder everyone is convinced that you and the first emperor are compatriots of the same mother." ”

This woman is not only somewhat similar to Xiao Jianmin, but also more similar to Empress Li.

I don't know what this woman has to do with Empress Li.

When the prince's father was there, he had a lot of favor for Empress Li, even to the point of exclusive favor, but why did he record this woman's son in the name of Empress Li, and canonize this woman's son as the crown prince?

Mu Yi took a step back in an instant, his face became solemn, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Because, he felt that he should have guessed some secret that was not known to outsiders.

Xiao saw that Min's eyes were faintly looking at the words on the spiritual position, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, the madness in his eyes was as hot as a flame, and he said slowly: "My wife Hua's cherishing Rong's spiritual position." Sure enough, in the eyes of his father, this woman is his wife, and the royal brother is his son-in-law. Therefore, even if this king is the concubine of the middle palace, he still can't covet the position of the prince. ”

Mu Yi stiffened, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

Xiao saw that Min didn't care if anyone responded, his eyes gradually became cold, and he said coldly: "But, why? On what basis is it to be according to his heart, who does he think is his wife, and who is his wife? Whoever should be the emperor can be the emperor? Isn't he very optimistic about the royal brother? But the royal brother is not angry! Becoming a short-lived ghost at a young age! Should this king sigh that the world is unpredictable and life is impermanent? ”