Zhu Gang's heart was shocked, and he followed Li Dalang to see Qin Liu again.

Li Dalang spoke to Qin Liu enthusiastically.

Qin Liu looked at Li Dalang with a smile and kindness, and sometimes looked at him with a smile on his face.

That kind look made Zhu Gang feel confused.

This woman was beautiful, and her nose and mouth resembled herself.

Her little fingers, like her own, were slightly curved.

And he doesn't look like his father Funing Hou Zhu Qi and his mother Mrs. Funing Hou at all.

Is she really her own mother?

In the Funing Marquis Mansion, sometimes he also heard the whispers of his subordinates, saying that he was brought back from outside.

This woman gave birth to herself with Funing Hou Zhu Qi?

Zhu Gang's heart was shocked, and his face was stunned that could not be concealed.

Qin Liu didn't plan to recognize Erlang.

She smiled and dismissed Da Lang's words in a few words.

"This is the son of the Marquis of Funing, not our Erlang. Jiro died a few years ago. You've misidentified the wrong person. ”

She didn't want Erlang's identity to be revealed.

Li Dalang was obviously not so easy to pass, and he pulled the sleeve of the old man in disbelief.

"Mother, look, this is Grandpa Lou! Jiro: I took him for a long time when I was a child, and I can recognize what he has become. You see,"

Li Dalang went to brush away the hair on Zhu Gang's left forehead a little higher, pointed to the scar and said: "This is a scar left by Erlang who fell off the kang when I didn't look good when I was sleeping." There was a lot of blood! ”

"The location of this scar is exactly the same, there can be no mistake!"

Qin Liu stroked Li Dalang's back with tears in his eyes, glanced at Old Man Lou, and said, "Dalang." This is Zhu Gongzi of the Funing Marquis Mansion, not our Erlang, you remember. ”

Old man Lou also smiled and said: "After so many years, it is really not easy for Da Lang to remember the old man. Good boy, listen to your mother. ”

Li Dalang opened his mouth and didn't say anything more.

Zhu Gang, accompanied by Old Man Lou, played in Datong for a few days and returned to Xuanfu.

Li Dalang also quietly returned to the grassland after a few days.

When Baars came to Duolun, Li Dalang found him with a heavy heart.

In Li Dalang's eyes, in addition to his grandfather Li Laohan, his mother and younger brother Erlang, the closest person is Bars, who taught him a bow and arrow.

It's just that he didn't expect that it was the little mute of the meat cutter in the family that was actually the son of Dayan Khan, the future Khan.

He has no impression of his father, but has a fatherly affection for the little mute.

It's just that he didn't expect that his mother would marry Uncle Ma next door.

Bars frowned after listening to Li Dalang's description.

Erlang's identity, he used to have doubts, but it was not as suspicious as it is now.

Who is Jiro's father?

He hadn't thought about it before, and he hadn't asked Qin Liu.

In his opinion, Qin Liu is his wife, and Da Lang and Erlang will be his children. He will take responsibility for taking care of them.

Now it seems that Erlang's identity is really unusual.

For the sake of Erlang's identity, Qin Liu would rather choose not to recognize his own son!

The son of the Marquis of Funing.

Funing Hou Zhu Qi, Zhu Yue's father, is Erlang's biological father?

If this is the case, why did Qin Liu not dislike Zhu Yue, but instead had a little affection and ambiguity that made him jealous?

Zhu Yue would rather be injured himself than block Qin Liu's arrows, and rushed into the burning medicine shop to save Qin Liu in the fire, he saw it with his own eyes.

Bars's head was a mess.

He had to strengthen his spy on the daimyo and focus on collecting information about the Funing Marquis Mansion.

The news quickly irritated him even more.

According to Erlang's age, he was pregnant in the summer of the first year of Zhengde, but in the summer of the first year of Zhengde, the Marquis of Funing led the troops in Xuanfu!

If Erlang is Zhu Yue's son, then why doesn't Zhu Yue recognize Erlang as his own child, but as his younger brother?

It's amazing!

……

When Zhu Gang returned to Xuanfu, he was worried.

Thinking about it these days, he became more and more confused about his life experience.

He asked Old Man Lou many times.

Old man Lou just said with a complicated look in his eyes: "Child, you are the second son of the Marquis of Funing, you must not forget this identity." ”

Zhu Gang was restless and wanted to ask Zhu Yue many times, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed.

Although Zhu Yue is his brother, Zhu Yue has been in Xuanfu for a long time and does not spend much time with him, and the two are not the kind of brothers who talk nothing and are close.

On this day, Zhu Gang went to find Zhu Yue.

Zhu Yue happened to be waiting for guests in the living room.

The little servant asked Zhu Gang to wait in the study for a while.

Bored, Zhu Gang took out a half-open scroll of paintings in the drawer and looked at it.

The painting depicts a woman with low eyebrows and a slight smile, who is the innkeeper I saw not long ago, the woman Li Dalang said was his mother, Liu.

Zhu Gang's forehead jumped.

He opened the other paintings in the drawer and looked at them one by one.

In each painting, the protagonist is Liu.

There are paintings of her riding horses, and there are paintings of her sitting in the shade of the house, watching the children in front of her play with the mud.

Brother and Liu are very familiar and familiar?

When Zhu Yue returned to the study, Zhu Gang was still sitting behind the desk, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak when he saw the many paintings spread out in front of him.

Zhu Yue immediately straightened his face, came over and rolled up the unrolled paintings one by one, put them back in the drawer, and even reprimanded sternly: "Don't mess around with other people's things!" ”

"Big brother, is the woman in this painting my biological mother?"

Zhu Yue's hand still holding the painting paused.

He softened his voice and whispered, "That was before. Now, your mother is Mrs. Funinghou, and you are the second son of Funinghou Mansion and the future heir of Funinghou. ”

"And who is my father?"

Zhu Gang did not think that Zhu Qi, Marquis of Funing, was his father. Even Zhu Yue doesn't look like himself.

Zhu Yue slowly inhaled deeply.

When the child is older, he will take the initiative to find his own life experience.

If he didn't handle it well, the care and protection he had for all these years would make him resentful.

He's going to have to face it.

……

A few days later, the commander of Datong, Tongzhi Maang, was suddenly dismissed from his post and returned to Beijing to await his appointment.

Ma Ang took Qin Liu and Ma Da Niang to the capital through Datong.

When Sister Ma Feng heard that her brother and sister-in-law and her mother were going to the capital, she was overjoyed and clamored to go to the capital too.

It wasn't a big deal, and Maang agreed. Xuanfu and the capital are only a few days away, and it is not troublesome to travel back and forth.

The family arrived in the capital and rented a house to live in.

I only stayed for two days before a guest came to visit. It was Funing Hou who came.

Ma Ang received him cautiously, and asked Qin Liu to prepare tea and banquets to entertain guests.

There were already a few guests in the reception room, and Ma Ang hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "When the distinguished guests visited, Ma Ang did not come to greet him, which was rude." ”

Standing in the middle of the reception room with his hands behind his back and looking at the paintings in the middle hall was a young man, twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a clear face, a pair of slender eyes, the corners of the eyes slightly raised, and an indescribable nobility in his gestures, as well as the momentum of looking at the world.

The middle-aged man leaning forward slightly on the side had short hair, his beard was slightly gray, and his face was accompanied by a faint smile.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a young man about nine years old, his eyes were also slender, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.