Water dungeon.

Jiang Tian has been locked up here for many days, soaking in cold water during the day and locked up in a damp cell at night.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Jiang Tian is so tossed that the whole person is a lot decadent.

The original cold and elegant temperament has long disappeared without a trace.

When she came, she was wrapped in a thin quilt and locked in a corner, shivering, her eyes closed, and her whole person felt like a gossamer.

"Send her into the room."

Jiang Tian was carried into a not very clean room, which should be where the maid of the palace lived.

There was a stove in the house, and it was hot.

Jiang Tian came back to her senses suddenly, she looked at the man sitting in the distance in surprise, and wanted to say something, but her tearing and painful throat made her unable to spit out a word.

Lunch, decoction, and quilts were all brought in by human servants.

Jiang Tian was dominated by the desire to survive to accept these things, and after eating the hot meal, she felt that she had finally come back to life.

Just about to say something, the man took the lead in speaking, and his voice was cold: "Ask you something, and the answer will satisfy the king, you can eat, otherwise, you have to go back to the water prison." ”

Jiang Tian has not suffered too much, she has been tossed for so long, she is physically and mentally exhausted, and she is very afraid of loneliness in her heart.

It was also the first time she faced up to Lonely's ruthlessness.

Sure enough, she still didn't know enough about this man.

She should have known how ruthless Lonely Yao was, otherwise how could she control a country's heavy troops at a young age.

Jiang Tian pinched his throat, and his voice was hoarse: "You say." ”

"Do you recognize Beiting?" That's the first question.

Jiang Tian was stunned, she didn't know her.

But as a person from Shenghai, she naturally heard of it.

She replied, "Yes." ”

"Got it?" Second question.

Jiang Tian said truthfully: "I don't know much. ”

"Tell me everything you know."

Jiang Tian twisted her eyebrows, recalling what her brother Jiang Zhenhai had mentioned to her about Shenghai National Teacher.

"I heard that he now has no father or mother, and his parents are both from Shenghai, and it seems that he died of assassination."

Lonely Yao narrowed his deep eyes, "What are his parents' names?" ”

"My father's name is Beizhan, and my mother's name is ...... I don't quite know. ”

As the words fell, she felt a dangerous gaze.

Jiang Tian hurriedly changed his words: "If you want to know about him, I can write to my brother, he should know a little more." ”

It's not that Lonely Yao hasn't investigated Beiting's life experience, but it's all superficial, and there is no useful content at all.

was silent, Jiang Tian suddenly spoke: "I heard my brother say that his mother is still quite famous in Shenghai. ”

The man raised his eyes: "Famous? ”

"Hmm." Jiang Tian said, "It seems to be because of her eyes." ”

Suddenly, Lonely Yao's pupils shrank.

Eye......

He pretended not to know, "What's wrong with the eyes?" ”

"Bei Ting has blue eyes, you know, his blue eyes are because of her mother, and her mother heard that she was an orphan, these things are not a secret in Shenghai, and Bei Ting's own life experience is also very simple and not complicated."

It's not a secret, he can't find out?

Jiang Tian seemed to see his thoughts, and she explained: "Only the local people know, if my brother hadn't mentioned it to me, I wouldn't know." ”

At this point, Shan Yao felt that there was no need to ask any more.

He was already sure that Bei Ting's mother must be his aunt who he had never met.

No wonder they are somewhat similar to each other.

His eyebrows are like the queen of Wenren, and Bei Ting should also follow his aunt's appearance, so there will be similarity between them.

Upon learning of this news, Shan Yao sent someone to Shenghai secretly to confirm it again.

If it is true, it is necessary to mention this matter to the queen mother and Helan.

Lonely Yao frowned, rubbed his chin with his fingertips, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Is it possible that he and Beiting are cousins?