In the view of the Buddha, there is an invisible connection between people, that is, it connects people with each other, which is called fate.

The daily exercise in the market is for the fate, the boat on the lake is the fate, and the strangers look at each other and smile for the fate... In this way, all kinds of relationships between the world are all fate. The kinship of blood is the most common, direct, primitive, and fundamental of all the dependents, which is born and comes from heaven.

The Mei family has been thin for a hundred years, and it has been passed down for four generations, and Mei Yuanchen has no uncles, cousins, sisters and brothers. Although the Baili clan was prosperous, Bailisi left the family early, and broke off from his relatives at an early age, and his relatives only had a younger brother. Therefore, Bai Lian may be Mei Yuanchen's only living blood relative besides his parents, and the origin connection between this bloodline is the most difficult to part.

Although Mei Yuanchen did not have any memory of this uncle in his mind, in the past ten years, his mother has often whispered in his ears. He also knew a lot from the side: he knew that when he was a child, he and his mother traveled thousands of miles to the capital to find relatives, and the two relied on each other all the way and struggled to survive; he knew that when he was less than a month, he rushed to Qingxi County Mansion from the capital, held himself gently in his arms, regarded him as a treasure, and refused to let go for a long time; he knew that his whereabouts were always the heart disease that his mother couldn't let go of for a long time, so she secretly wiped away many tears; I knew that he had a few identical appearances like himself, and he was reborn as a human being.

In the whole world, that madman may be the only person who knows his uncle's whereabouts. And today, he spoke again.

"What did he say that made the steward of the palace so frightened that he didn't dare to speak?" When Mei Yuanchen arrived at the cell, the madman was kneeling on the ground, crying against the prison wall. He waited outside the cell door for a long time, but when he saw that the madman was crying all the time, he couldn't help but ask the jailer beside him, "What did he say?"

The middle-aged jailer was stunned and replied, "Childe, the little one was far away from here before, and he never heard anything clearly. "He was the jailer on duty, and he was the only prisoner here, so he had been at the prison all along, and he had heard everything. It's just that what the madman in prison said was really not trivial, even if he borrowed ten guts, he would never dare to say it casually. What's more, before leaving, the steward repeatedly advised: "Don't say too much, so as not to be killed!"

The jailer on duty looked honest, his face twitching slightly, showing both nervousness and guilt. Seeing this, Mei Yuanchen couldn't bear to embarrass him anymore, so he pushed open the cell door and sat down on the ground behind the madman.

The madman cried to himself, and he didn't care who sat down in the back. His mind seemed to be much clearer than usual, and he stopped babbling nonsense, and after a while he began to speak: "... I really said anything, how... I don't know anything, so let me go... ... It was a recital of Brienna, and I was just there—" He wept and kowtowed, as if in great fear.

"Hum!" When the madman said the three words "Bailien", Mei Yuanchen couldn't help but be shocked: "Actually... It's really uncle! The Baili brother he said earlier is really my uncle Bailien!" he didn't have time to think about it, and then listened intently. The madman didn't pause for a moment, and continued: "That night, in the Shangshu Yamen Metropolitan Inspectorate, it was Xiaosheng and Bai Lien who were on duty. At about the beginning of the hour, I heard someone beating a drum outside the door, and the two of us hurried over and opened the door. I saw a post soldier lying on the threshold in blood, holding a book tightly in his hand, and only exhaling from his mouth and nose, and seeing that it was no longer possible. Before he could think much about it, Brian took the fold from the hand of the messenger, and said to me, "The messenger had obviously been chased all the way here, and it must have been extremely important to think that what was being played in this folded book!" In order to avoid the loss of the folded book and the fact that such an important matter would not reach the heavens, he opened the fire paint and opened the fold to read it. Xiaosheng has always been timid and afraid... I... I really haven't seen it! I haven't seen anything! I've never seen it! It's been in Brian's hand all along, and no one has seen it but him. I really don't know anything! Your Highness, Your Highness, spare me!"

"Your Highness?" Mei Yuanchen's heart shrank suddenly, "The one who harmed my uncle was actually a prince in the world!

"I've read that book, but I'm really the only one who has read it! Xiaosheng has always been timid, but he never dare... Your Royal Highness King Yi, you can spare me... ..." What the madman said later, Mei Yuanchen couldn't listen to a word. "King Yi! it's Xia Muren!" He slowly got up from the ground, lowered his head and walked out of the prison, but saw Xia Chengxuan and Xia Chengyi standing in front of him, both of them looking at him with worried faces.

It turned out that the two of them saw the nervousness of the cell steward, and they had guessed that the prisoner must have said something terrible. Seeing Mei Yuanchen running away like a gust of wind, he hurried over. By this time, they had been standing outside the prison for a long time, and they had listened to all of what the madman had said.

Xia Chengxuan took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his right shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Yuanchen, if you want to open this matter, you must stop it! I know that you are sad in your heart, but your uncle has been thinking about coming and going for a long time, for his old matter, do you really want to find a powerful prince to seek revenge?" He leaned closer again, and said solemnly: "If you do anything stupid, no one can save you! Even your father and mother will be implicated by you! Is it worth it? What's more, there are thousands of attendants around him, how can you repay this revenge?" Although Xia Muren was his own uncle, he was obviously much closer to Mei Yuanchen, not only was he not worried about King Yi being killed, but he was worried about the safety of Mei Yuanchen's revenge.

Mei Yuanchen was sad and frustrated, and when he heard his heartfelt words of concern, his heart was like a warm current, so he raised his head to look at him, smiled reluctantly, and replied softly: "Chengxuan, you think too much." Am I such an ignorant person? After all, my uncle has hurt someone, and I always feel a little sad in my heart. I am no longer ignorant and childish, and I naturally know that this revenge cannot be avenged. ”

"Whether you really figure it out or say it to me. I treat you as my own brother, and I am naturally willing to stand up for you. But if you really do something rebellious, don't say that the Jaw Wangfu can't save it, even if you can save it, you will never save it, do you understand?" Xia Chengxuan said with a solemn face. He is in the emperor's family, and he has been weighing the pros and cons since he was a child, and the harm of this disadvantage is definitely not something that the jaw palace can bear, and he knows that his father will never allow it.

"Cheng Xuan, thank you!" Mei Yuanchen stretched out his hand to hold his left wrist, and said with a straight face: "Don't worry! I won't seek revenge on King Yi." Many years have passed since this incident, and I dare not determine the truth of a madman alone. Besides, the times are turbulent, and what King Yi did in Pingzhou does not know how many people's lives have been lived! I should let go of both public and private affairs. ”

When Xia Chengxuan heard him say this, his heart was relieved, and he said with a smile: "That's good! I promised that Xiao Ling was going to Rui Mansion, and I made a promise." Do you want to come with me?"

"Naturally, I'll go with you!" Mei Yuanchen replied with a smile.

Hearing his words, Xia Chengyi's hand that had been clenching tightly finally opened, and the tight strings in his heart finally loosened.