The imperial capital of the Eastern Imperial State, in the city of Chang'an.

As night fell, snow fell.

It was too cold, the doors of every house were closed, the city was very quiet, and occasionally a dog barked in the distance.

Mu Ling, dressed in a black robe, walked through the night with the two brothers, Wen Qing and Wen Xin.

They were followed by a long queue knocking on doors.

Mu Ling's face was expressionless, and his brows were tightly locked.

Wenxin lowered his head, and the whole person was very depressed.

Wen Qing patted him on the shoulder.

"The general doesn't blame you, look for it carefully, you will definitely find the little county lord."

Wen Xin was just about to speak, when a luxurious carriage came from east to west.

Mu Ling, who was about to enter the courtyard to check, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the luxurious carriage.

Four snow-white horses open the way, followed by a luxurious carriage made of rosewood, curtained with skein, and the corners are dotted with octagonal palace lamps.

The carriage had a big "Song" written on it.

Mu Ling's eyes flashed, and he quickly passed over and blocked in front of the carriage.

Seeing this, the coachman hurriedly grabbed the reins.

Xiao Yanbao in the car looked through the skein curtain and saw his uncle at a glance.

The little guy opens his mouth to shout.

Seeing this, Fu Lingan reached out and gently covered her little mouth.

"Yan Bao, don't talk yet, wait for your Uncle Mu Ling to follow, let's find a place where no one is, and Uncle and him have a good talk."

Xiao Yanbao blinked his big eyes and shook his little head.

The little one didn't shout loudly, but his big watery eyes were full of unwillingness.

Fu Ling'an lowered his voice and patiently explained to her.

"Yan Bao, the situation between the Eastern Emperor Kingdom and the Northern Yuan Kingdom is tense now, if my uncle exposes his identity in public, Yan Bao may no longer have his own uncle in the future."

Xiao Yanbao's big watery eyes stared directly at Fu Ling'an.

The child's eyes are too clean and too straightforward.

The disbelief and reluctance in his eyes were like a soft thorn, piercing Fu Ling'an's heart.

"Yanbao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yanbao stared at Fu Ling'an with a good eye, as if he was afraid that his uncle would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Doudou means...... Will Doudou leave Yanbao forever like A-Niang? ”

Fu Ling'an's heart ached densely, and gently hugged Xiao Yanbao to comfort her softly.

"Nope! When hell freezes over! Uncle will always accompany Yanbao! ”

Xiao Yanbao clutched his drooping sleeve tightly and asked uncertainly.

"Is Doudou cheating on a child?"

Without waiting for Fu Ling'an to speak, Xiao Yanbao straightened his small body, and his little face was extremely serious.

"Doudou, Yanbao is three years old, and he is no longer a child!"

Fu Ling'an's stinging heart was healed in an instant.

Looking at the little guy's big ghost, my heart was soft.

He shook his head solemnly.

"Uncle will never lie to Yanbao."

Xiao Yanbao didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but asked urgently.

"Then I said that Yanbao may not have kissed Doudou again."

Fu Ling'an smiled.

I knew that the little guy didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he sensitively grasped the last few words.

Fu Ling'an explained to her softly.

"Yanbao, what Uncle just meant was that if you don't leave here with your uncle, Uncle may be besieged by the people brought by your Uncle Mu Ling and will be injured."

"Of course, if you are outside, don't worry, Mu Ling is also your savior, and your uncle will not do anything to him for the sake of your face."

Xiao Yanbao roared urgently.

"Doudou, then shake (go)! Shake! ”

It's all her uncle.

None of them can be hurt!

Xiao Yanbao frowned and thought.

Their three-year-old adults know to be humble to each other, and their uncles should be able to do so when they are so old, right?

Looking at the fiery little Yanbao, Fu Lingan couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

As for meeting on the battlefield......

Fu Ling'an's eyes were dull, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he was cold and ruthless.

Xiao Yanbao's attention fell on Mu Ling outside with Fu Ling'an's words, and he didn't notice Fu Ling'an's subtle emotional change.

Seeing that Uncle Mu Ling really followed as his uncle said, the corners of Xiao Yanbao's mouth couldn't help but curl.

The little guy's eyes were shining, because there was still a thick dampness under the eyes, like pearls moist and shiny.

As long as the two uncles play together, or eat a delicious meal together, Uncle Mu Ling and Uncle Mu Ling will get along in harmony like Uncle Mu Ling and Uncle Emperor, right?

The problem was solved, and the little one thought of another problem.

Children can't hide their thoughts.

Ask what comes to mind.

"Doudou, do you know who Yanbao's father is?"

A look of astonishment slipped across Fu Ling'an's eyes.

Could it be that Gu Qilin knew Yan Bao's true identity?

Fu Lingan didn't want Xiao Yanbao to know that she was an abandoned child at such a young age, so he deliberately pretended not to know anything and asked Xiao Yanbao rhetorically.

"Isn't Gu Qilin Yanbao's father?"

Xiao Yanbao's slender curly eyelashes fell down, and the little milk voice was soft, gently sweeping on Fu Ling'an's heart like a feather.

Soft, itchy.

It's very comfortable, but it's also very rare.

"When I was in Uncle Guoshi's house, Uncle Guoshi and Doudou both said that the bad father may not be Yanbao's father."

Fu Ling'an: "......"

Mu Ling doubted Yan Bao's identity, which he could understand.

After all, according to the information he found, Xiao Yanbao was not as good as the servants in Gu Xiang's Mansion.

But Song Qilin also said so, could it be that Song Qilin also guessed that Xiao Yanbao was the blood and blood of Bai Chuanrin, the monarch of Nanxiang Kingdom?

If that's the case, when he sees Song Qilin later, he has to warn Song Qilin before he tells Xiao Yanbao's life story.

Before he took Xiao Yanbao to see his sister, Song Qilin couldn't let Xiao Yanbao know her background, lest Xiao Yanbao be sad.

Half an hour later, the carriage drove into a restaurant in the west of the city.

The weather is cold, and there are not many customers in the restaurant.

There was no shortage of rich people in Chang'an City, and luxury carriages abounded, so the group did not attract too much attention.

Fu Ling'an put on half of the silver mask, wrapped Xiao Yanbao tightly with a big coat, and carefully hugged him and got out of the car.

didn't wait for Mu Ling to come over, he had already carried Xiao Yanbao and quickly entered the hall of the restaurant, and then went straight to a private room on the third floor of the restaurant.

Inside the private room.

When Song Qilin saw a man dressed in red with a silver mask on one side, he subconsciously looked at Lu Huaijin who followed him in.

At the moment when Lu Huaijin bowed slightly, Song Qilin guessed the identity of the other party almost instantly.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan?"

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly poked out his little head from the big one, and his big black eyes looked directly at Song Qilin.

"Uncle National Teacher~"

Song Qilin was stunned when he saw Xiao Yanbao.

"Yanbao?"

Without waiting for Song Qilin to speak again, Fu Ling'an spoke quietly.

"Song Qilin, I have something to tell you alone!"

Song Qilin was stunned for a moment, and nodded without hesitation.

Fu Ling'an covered Xiao Yanbao's two little ears with both hands very naturally, and the cold voice came into Song Qilin's ears.

Of course, it also came to the ears of Xiao Yanbao.

Xiao Yanbao is hearing well now.

I still hear it clearly.

"Song Qilin, Yanbao's life experience is lonely, and he doesn't need you to interfere for half a point!"

Xiao Yanbao's big eyes flickered, and his little heart was pounding.

What does this mean, uncle?

Do you know who her real father is?

But why didn't her uncle tell her, and didn't allow her uncle to tell her?

Song Qilin looked at Fu Ling'an, and then at Xiao Yanbao, who was covered by a wide-sleeved robe, revealing only the top of his jet-black little head.

He was a little confused.

"What does His Majesty mean by Beiyuan...... Don't plan to recognize Xiao Yanbao for the time being? ”

Xiao Yanbao was confused.

Didn't my uncle already recognize her?

Fu Lingan didn't understand what Song Qilin meant, but he really didn't plan to let Xiao Yanbao know his background now.

The situation on the mainland of Kyushu is tense today.

The Eastern Emperor was clear and ambitious, and secretly united with the Western Xuan Kingdom with the intention of annexing the Southern Hunan State.

If Feng Qingli knew that Xiao Yanbao was the princess of Nanxiang Kingdom, Xiao Yanbao would immediately become a chess piece in Feng Qingli's hands.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'an nodded.

"Yes!"

Song Qilin: "......"

But if you don't recognize it, why does Xiao Yanbao seem to be very close to His Majesty Beiyuan?

Is it that they recognize each other privately and do not tell them anyone?

The corners of Song Qilin's mouth twitched.

After a while, Song Qilin slowly spoke.

"His Majesty Beiyuan's meaning, this seat understands, and this seat will not interfere."

As soon as Song Qilin finished speaking, the door was pushed open again, Mu Ling strode in, Wen Qingwen was at the door, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed at any time.

Smelling Uncle Mu Ling's breath, Xiao Yanbao poked his little head out of Fu Ling'an's arms again.

Before Fu Ling'an could react, Xiao Yanbao slipped out of his arms like a little loach.

Mu Ling was prepared, and hurriedly rushed over and reached out to hold her into his arms.

"Words and treasures!"

Xiao Yanbao also hugged Mu Ling's neck tightly with his delicate and tender little arms, and called people softly.

"Doudou~"

Fu Ling'an mentioned his throat and eyes.

"Yanbao, you have injuries on your body."

Mu Ling also saw the wound on Xiao Yanbao's forehead, and he was very distressed.

"Yanbao, you ......"

Xiao Yanbao rubbed it affectionately in Mu Ling's arms, and explained in a milky voice.

"Doudou, Yanbao doesn't hurt anymore, it's already fine~"

How could Mu Ling believe it?

He gently covered Xiao Yanbao's eyes with a big hand, and his face sank like water.

The atmosphere in the room, which was not peaceful, became depressed and tense in an instant.