When everyone saw Qing Moyan appear again, they all realized that something was wrong.

For Hou Ye's questioning, Qing Moyan was unusually calm, but the more this is the case, the more people can feel a sense of depression that the mountain rain is coming.

Xuanyu and his men quietly occupied a vantage point, keeping an eye on the guards of the Hou Mansion.

Qing Moyan came to the table. But instead of taking a seat, he went straight to his father.

"My father just sent someone to question me, whether you are still your father, whether you still think this is my home, I also want to ask you...... Have you ever been when I am your son?"

There was silence during the banquet.

Everyone peeked at the old marquis.

They had all heard rumors about the discord between the father and son of Qinghou Mansion, but they had always been able to hide it on the scene, and it was the first time that they had officially torn their faces like now.

Many people watched quietly with the mentality of watching a good show. No one made a sound.

Qingmo stood there expressionlessly, and his soothing but emotionless tone made the old marquis feel creepy.

"What nonsense are you talking about, how can you not be my son. The old marquis scolded angrily.

Qing Moyan slowly walked towards his father. "Since my father acknowledges that I am your son, then I don't understand, why bother pretending to be so affectionate if you haven't treated my mother well?"

Hou Ye was stunned, and everyone present was even more dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Qing Moyan actually brought up his mother's matter.

How many years has his biological mother been dead, and last time the emperor posthumously named his biological mother Lu as Mrs. Yipin.

The second young master was even more dumbfounded, and whispered behind Qing Moyan, "Big brother, don't be like this, so many people are watching......"

"My father doesn't care about that, I'm afraid of something. Qingmo Yan didn't reply.

The corners of the old marquis's eyes jumped, just now he impulsively showed his father's majesty in front of everyone, but he didn't expect Qing Moyan to not eat this set at all, and now he actually asked him back.

"What do I have to do with your mother?" the old marquis came back to his senses and scolded loudly. "With so many guests here, you have to play the prestige of Shaoqing of Dali Temple. ”

"My mother's affairs naturally have something to do with me. Qing Mo smiled suddenly, squinting his eyes defiantly. "My mother is obviously your wife, but she is buried in the wilderness, and the reason for this is that only my father can tell. ”

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

This is shocking news.

The wife of Qinghou Mansion was actually buried in the wild, which is a rare thing.

The old marquis's breath was cold, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched.

"Doesn't Father want to explain clearly?" Qing Moyan took another step forward.

Hou Ye subconsciously moved his body back.

But he forgot that he was now sitting on a chair, and his body was too backward, so that he fell backwards at once, and planted himself on the ground with his chair.

The second young master exclaimed and rushed over, "Father." Father!"

Qing Moyan stood there without moving, quietly looking down at the old marquis who was supported by the second young master.

"My father kept saying that I don't take this home in my eyes, so I wanted to ask. How do you think of me as your son, and sometimes I even want to...... Maybe I'm not your son......"

"Stop, stop!" the old marquis was furious, pushed away the second young master and stood up straight, "You rebel, do you want to anger me, don't think that you can show off your power if you receive the grace of the saint, this time I will sue the palace, and I will definitely deal with you, the unfilial son!"

"Do you want to sue the front of the palace?" Qing Moyan raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint frost at the corners of his eyes. "It's okay, my father went to tell the emperor that he had taken the position of my son in this world, and let the second brother be your eldest son. ”

Hou Ye shook his hand and pointed at Qing Moyan, "You...... How dare you ......"

Qing Moyan turned around slowly, "Just because I'm busy with errands, I can't come over to support you at the table." My father humiliated me like this, and he wanted to make trouble in front of the temple, you are not afraid of losing this face, and I am not afraid. ”

With that, he flicked his sleeves and walked out.

"Stop!" the old marquis's eyes widened.

At this time, if he just let go of his green ink face and left, his old face would really be lost.

So he had to make Qing Moyan bow to him.

"Stop him!" cried the old marquis.

The guards of the palace rushed up.

Xuanyu immediately led someone to meet him, and his left hand was all on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Don't give an inch.

Qing Moyan's footsteps froze, he looked sideways at his father slightly, and dropped a sentence. "When I get to the palace, I hope my father can answer the question I raised before, otherwise when the emperor asks, you have to find a reason now, and it will not be a matter of losing face at that time. ”

Qing Moyan stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped his head. Then he drifted away.

Everyone gasped in unison.

Qing Moyan was really rampant enough, and he dared to threaten his father in public.

His last action just now was clearly hinting at his father. If you don't speak properly, you'll lose your head.

But thinking about it carefully, everyone felt that Qing Moyan was not exaggerating.

The emperor doesn't rub sand in his eyes, if you dare to make trouble in front of the emperor for some family matters, you must have the courage to bear the consequences.

As soon as Qing Moyan led the people away, the old marquis's eyes rolled over, his body softened, and he fell down directly.

The second young master was frightened, and hurriedly called the steward to carry people.

There was chaos at the table.

In the midst of this chaos, people were talking privately about what had just happened.

"Hey, in fact, it's really not easy for the world...... has been pressed by Hou Ye for so many years. ”

A low voice came from nowhere.

"How can outsiders know that there is not even a tablet for the birth mother of the son in the ancestral hall of our house. ”

"I also heard about the night of the emperor's decree. The tablet is still newly written. ”

People followed the prestige, only to see a few people dressed as the servants of the Hou Mansion gathered together and whispered.

Shi Datian pretended to be a little girl, pretending to be mysterious: "This thing is really strange. Our son was obviously born to the wife of the Hou Ye, why is his biological mother's tablet not allowed to enter the ancestral hall......

"So the grave buried in the wilderness is really Mrs. Lu's?"

"The prince went to see it himself, and it was miserable...... The tombstones are all cracked, and there is not even a person who sweeps the tomb with incense, and the Hou Ye has refused to tell the prince where his biological mother is buried...... "Shi Datian smacked his tongue again and again.

"I think Master Hou must have an ulterior secret......"

Although the banquet in the Hou Mansion was not very good, when people left, they were like chicken blood one by one.

In less than two days, it was spread all over the capital, and everyone knew what happened to the biological mother of the son of Qinghou Mansion.

The emperor finally couldn't sit still.

He issued an order to posthumously crown the Lu family as Mrs. Yipin, and he had heard about the tablet before, but at that time, it was just in the way of Qingmoyan's face, open one eye, close one eye.

Unexpectedly, the Lu family was actually buried in the wilderness, isn't this like slapping the emperor in the face.

The emperor issued an order, summoned the old marquis into the palace, scolded him with his head and face, and finally ordered him to move Lu's tomb back.

When Qing Moyan heard the news, he just sneered disdainfully.

There was nothing in that tomb, and he wanted more than that.

Looking at the map on the table, Qing Moyan's gaze stayed in one place, which was the place where Mr. Changyuan lived in seclusion.