That's it, just click again.

"Niangniang, Ah Yun is just a small guy, and he has not done anything to offend His Royal Highness and Marquis An Yuan. He doesn't have the same deep background and help as others, and he kills people invisibly with a casual word. He has always suffered in the past, and it was only in the past two months that he began to study and practice martial arts, and he begged his mother to give him a shelter for the sake of his medicine, so that he could start a new life in peace."

The queen looked at her in a daze, always feeling that her words meant something, but her eyes were obviously so clean.

Is she overthinking?

Her gaze fell on Ah Yun again, the young man's eyes were indifferent and deep, bottomless, she didn't know what he was thinking.

This look is exactly the same as that of the emperor.

No wonder this child is so kind at first sight!

Is he really her son?

So who is the worry?

The queen was so distraught that she didn't want to speculate maliciously about her only brother, but there was no other explanation.

She's going to find out!

If he is really her son, then she will not let go of everyone involved in this matter back then, everyone who has bullied him for so many years!

She was going to take him back to the palace, to make amends to him, to give him a noble position, to give him everything she could.

Suddenly, I thought of Ling Yue's words just now, so that he could start a new life in peace?

Safe and secure?

Yes, An's safe.

If his identity is confirmed, she can't bring him back immediately.

Ye Zhaolin's hundred-legged insect died but did not stiffen, this time he was punished, but his power is still there. As far as she knew, General Weiyuan's Mansion supported him, and the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Officials supported him.

As for Ye Shijing, on the surface, she only focused on poetry and songs, wind and snow, but she knew that her ambition was not here. The status of the biological mother is noble, and the household supports him. Who wouldn't be tempted in the face of power?

Although she is the queen, she has no mother's power to rely on. Although he has the support of the Criminal Department of the Ministry of Etiquette, as Ling Yue said, Ah Yun has only been a small guy in the past sixteen years, and he can't even write an article. Which courtier would support him? I'm afraid that the existing voice of the court's support for the son-in-law will gradually fade.

If he rushes back to the palace, he will become the target of everyone, and he will do no harm.

I couldn't help but feel grateful to the little girl, but fortunately she reminded her.

It is imperative that she find out the life stories of Ah Yun and Ye Liwei, and then think about the next step.

She wanted to touch Ah Yun's head, but he avoided him, and even saw hostility in his eyes.

Did he perceive something?

She retracted her hand and told him to take care of his injuries and that she would come to see him again.

Ling Yue sent her outside the mansion, and the bottle of medicine was also given to her.

"Miss Ling, this palace. Hongu likes Ah Yun very much, you take good care of him."

"The courtiers will."

Returning to Lanyue Xuan, Hongguo and Qingyin's eyes lit up, "Miss, why is the queen so good to Ah Yun?"

Ling Yue said perfunctorily: "She almost fainted in the Imperial Garden before, and it was Ah Yun who helped her."

The two suddenly realized, no wonder!

In Feiyun Pavilion, Ah Yun put his hands behind his back and quietly looked out the window.

His eyes were blank, just a gesture of looking.

But nothing came into his eyes.

It wasn't until Ling Yue walked in that he withdrew his gaze.

"Why don't you rest?"

She didn't know what expression to use on him, and her instincts told her that this sensitive and suspicious teenager had already sensed his background.

"Is she my mother?"

She is the queen.

Ling Yue nodded, "Yes."

Ah Yun's hand trembled, and the corner of his mouth smiled bitterly, "Wei Baxian, is the unscrupulous relative you said was the one who dropped me as soon as I was born?"

"Yes."

Ah Yun walked slowly towards her, her eyes red, "When did you know?"

Ling Yue thought about it, that was the day she walked through.

But surely he did not understand, so he said, "The day before I brought you from the Garden of the Wind Lotus."

Ah Yun stared at her in a daze, with an indescribable pain in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? The wound hurts again?" She held him up, but he pulled his arm back slightly.

She suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

What was he suspicious again?

Ah Yun lowered his head and stood quietly for a long time.

She also stood quietly, waiting for him to speak.

In this long time, it seems like a century has passed.

Finally, he wiped his eyes and looked up at her.

He wanted to smile at her, but he couldn't.

"Miss, you once told me a story called Strange Goods. I, isn't it?"

Odd goods?

Ling Yue suddenly understood, it turned out that he thought so.

She's just afraid that she will be affected by the wrong things done by the original owner.

Odd goods? It's a shame that he can remember!

The fear of retaliation is not a difficult reason to speak, anyway, I have mentioned the grievances between the two with him before.

She was just about to speak, only to see that his eyes became indifferent, deep, and cold when they first met.

Did he make her an enemy?

He resents her?

For a moment, her heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle.

"Is that what you think?" She threw the question at him.

If he says no, she treats him as if he didn't ask.

Her cold eyes were something he had never seen before.

It also confirms what I think.

She's been told what she is thinking, right?

So her kindness to him from beginning to end was hypocritical!

Silence is also an answer, and Ling Yue understands this truth.

She smiled at him, but a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

It's good to get together and disperse, why is she so sad?

When the boy saw her crying, his heart suddenly panicked.

He didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

Whether it's false or false, whether it's true or not, as long as she's willing to continue, he can take it as true!

He subconsciously went to help her wipe her tears, but she beat her away.

She stood up straight and said word by word, "My father is the prime minister and general, my brother is the prince of Nanwang, and my grandfather is the former prince. Do you think that the status of the noble prince has never been taken into account, what kind of strange goods can you talk about? Ye Yun, we're done."

Ah Yun's body shook and looked at the expressionless little girl in disbelief.

She called him "Ye Yun" and she said they were over.

His heart was so distressed that he was about to suffocate.

No, he doesn't want to end!

At this moment, all her kindness to him came to his mind.

She took him from the heavy rain Wind Lotus Garden to the warm Lanyue Xuan, treated his legs, taught him to read, asked Xue Tian to teach him kung fu, and washed his hands and made soup for him.

She also sneaked into Ye Li's mansion late at night to save him, and even almost killed Ye Zhaolin in front of the emperor, just because he was stabbed.

Odd goods?

It's enough to send the crippled him directly to the queen, why do so much for him?

He was remorseful and in pain.

"Big"

But she didn't want to hear another word, clenched her fists and ran, staggering as decisive as she had that night.

Ah Yun stood stunned and slapped himself hard.

He hates himself!

Why should he suspect her?

He said he would never doubt her!

She was angry, she was disappointed, and she would never forgive him again!

What can he do to redeem it?

He couldn't wait here, she might disappear again.

Last time it was eight days, what about this time?

He's going to get her back.

Yes, get her back!

He didn't care about anything else, and chased in her direction. But as soon as he ran two steps, the wound that had just been bandaged seemed to open again, and the pain made him sweat coldly.

Hey, I'm in a bad mood, why is the little wolf cub so uneasy, it makes me sad to write!