But after the ghost king disappeared from the secret room, Qiao Wei went to the latrine, but there was no latrine, and Qiao Wei found Fangcuiyuan again, but there was no Fangcuiyuan either.
"Strange, where did you go?" Qiao Wei muttered, frowning.
"Mother!" Wang Shu dashed over.
This brat sang songs for most of the night, but his voice was still so bright.
Qiao Wei pinched her face: "Where is your ghost king father?"
Wang Shu spread his hands and said, "I don't know! I haven't seen him for a long time!"
Didn't come to look for Wang Shu
Qiao Wei was even more puzzled.
Wang Shu looked at his mother's stomach with a blunt voice: "Is my sister okay?"
Qiao Wei smiled: "It's fine."
How do you know it's a younger sister? What if it's a younger brother
Wang Shu patted his chest reassuringly: "Then I'll go find my brother and Xiaobai, and I'll sing for them."
Jing Yun and Xiao Bai, who had just stepped into the courtyard, hurriedly withdrew their feet and fled away!
Wang Shu didn't see them: "Then I'll go find Zhu'er."
Zhu Er, who was facing the yellow mirror decals, exploded her monkey hair, threw away the things in her hand, and flew out of the window whizzing out!
Soon, the golden eagle flapped its wings and flew away.
Only Dabai overdosed his nap and didn't evacuate in time, so Wang Shu caught him.
Wang Shu hugged Dabai, and while stroking Dabai's soft mink fur, he sang intoxicatedly: "Love and hate are vague~ I ask you whether you are in love~"
Dabai rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell unconscious...
Qiao Wei still couldn't figure out where the Ghost King went, so she took the portrait and went to the teacher's house, Xiao Muyan's parents were there, Yan Feijue was also there, he came to study the iron box with the leader.
There are a total of forty-nine runes on the iron box. Each time three pairs are formed to open the box immediately, but the runes that form a pair are different each time. This is equivalent to a temporary password. It cannot be used a second time.
Of course, Jing Yun, that little pervert, can open it no matter how many times, but Yan Feijue is going to be pissed to death.
"I think it should be this." Yan Fei absolutely agreed with the rune.
"No, I think it's this." The leader changed one of the runes.
But neither Yan Feijue nor the leader could open the box.
The two sighed helplessly.
Fu Xueyan had just finished changing Xiao Muyan's diaper, when she turned her head, she saw Qiao Wei coming in with a blank face, and hurriedly asked her, "What's wrong with you?"
Qiao Wei sat down on the table between Yan Feijue and the leader, propped her elbows on the table, slowly supported her chin, and turned herself into a chubby squirrel: "The ghost king is gone."
Fu Xueyan was surprised.
Yan Feijue said: "Isn't he in retreat?"
"That's right, it's in the secret room." The leader said.
Qiao Wei shook her head: "I went to look for it, but he's not there, and there's no one in the house."
Yan Feijue asked: "Could it be that I went to the toilet?"
Qiao Wei said: "I found it."
The leader said: "Garden?"
Qiao Wei said: "No."
Yan Fei said, "Where is Wangshu?"
"Love and hate are both hazy~Ask you whether you will live or die~"
Everyone in the room was shocked and almost fell off their chairs!
Fu Xueyan came over, poured Qiao Wei a cup of hot tea, and caught a glimpse of what was in her sleeve: "What is this?"
Qiao Wei took out the scroll, spread it out on the table, and said, "I just cleaned up the house for the Ghost King, and found it in his pillow."
Several people looked at the portrait on the table together.
They had all been to Silver Lake Island, and recognized the background of the painting at a glance, which was a palace on Silver Lake Island.
There are many people in the painting, who seem to be unloading cargo from the boat, including boatmen, male disciples of the Holy Church, and female disciples of Yinhu Island.
In the middle of a group of female disciples, a woman wearing a white dress with a purple belt, and purple piping on the cuffs and skirt is obviously particularly eye-catching.
She was inspecting the boxes one by one from the ship, and her face was easily recognizable in the portrait.
"This... is this the mother-in-law from Yinhu Island?" Yan Feijue pointed at her and asked.
"The Dharma protector surnamed Lian?" The leader has never attended a holy religion. Although he has heard of her "glorious deeds", he does not match the person's name with his appearance.
"Yes, it's that Guardian Lian!" Yan Feijue looked carefully at the person on the portrait, took a weak breath and said, "Is this a portrait from ten or twenty years ago? She's quite young."
Of course, she is relatively young, even if she is a young girl, she looks like a beautiful middle-aged woman.
There is no signature on the portrait, and it is unknown who painted it or when it was painted.
In the whole portrait, the most prominent person is Protector Lian, and they just know Protector Lian.
Yan Feijue asked suspiciously: "How come there is a portrait of Guardian Lian in the ghost king's hand?"
Qiao Wei thought for a while and said, "Do you still remember the first time we went to the Holy Church? I disguised myself as Wu Muduo, and inquired about the news with the ghost king and the Seventeenth Holy Church. The ghost king accidentally exposed his identity because Steal a painting."
Yan Feijue was stunned and said: "He, he stole this painting at that time?"
Qiao Wei frowned and said, "Except for this painting, I didn't see any other paintings in his room."
The people in the room fell silent.
Fu Xueyan murmured: "Why did he steal the painting of Protector Lian? Does he know Protector Lian?"
"I don't know if he recognizes him. When I saw him for the first time, he was in Yao Jun's hands, and he was about to break through to the ghost king. But... Grandma said that he was destroyed in the dantian, and it is likely that someone has poached him away." I tried the poison elixir once. I was thinking, Yun Su poached his poison elixir out of ten, and Yun Su absorbed his power, and seeing that he was not dead, threw him to Yao Jun."
This is not an unfounded guess, but with the strength of the ghost king, ordinary people can't do anything to him, let alone poach him. maximum.
However, without Yun Su's order, the saints should not make arbitrarily assertive plans to kill a ghost king.
After such deliberation and elimination, Yun Su was the murderer back then.
If the ghost king has always been a dead man of the Holy Cult, then he may have known Guardian Lian very early on.
Fu Xueyan expressed his doubts in his heart: "But, in the holy religion, isn't it only Yao Jun and the saints who can refine ghost kings? Guardian Lian is devoted to Yinhu Island. The body has nothing to do with it."
Qiao Wei touched her chin: "Is there any other connection between them?"
"Ah! I see!" The leader slapped the table violently, causing the tea sets on the table to tremble.
The three looked at him.
He said excitedly: "Could he be the child from back then? The biological son of Guardian Lian?"
The three blinked oddly.
The leader said: "No one knows his origin, that is to say, his origin is unknown."
Qiao Wei was a little bit involved, she vaguely felt that this was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
"But... why is he in the Holy Church?" Fu Xueyan asked.
The leader snorted coldly and said, "That's needless to say? Of course it was Yun Qing who put him in the Holy Cult. Haven't you heard that the most dangerous place is the safest place? That old witch must never have imagined that Yun Qing would put her Her own son is under her nose... Besides, she doesn't know that Yun Su is not her own, even if she sees this child, she won't have any doubts."
Qiao Wei asked suspiciously: "Wait, he is their own, so he must look a bit like them, right?"
The leader said: "There are also children in this world who are not like their parents."
Yan Feijue took it for granted, he didn't look like his old lady at all.
Qiao Wei is still a little unbelievable: "Okay, let's just think that he doesn't look like anyone, since he was left in the Holy Church by Yun Qing, how could he be made into a dead soldier? Yun Qing is not that kind Someone who would poison his own children."
The leader said: "Of course Yun Qing won't, Yun Su will! When Yun Qing died, Yun Su had already grown up, and he was in charge of the life and death power of the Holy Church. In fact, he had already recognized this half-brother. Mother's younger brother, but because Yun Qing couldn't do anything, once Yun Qing died, he couldn't wait to turn his younger brother into a dead soldier."
Qiao Wei stroked her chin and said, "Why did he make him a dead soldier?"
The leader gave Qiao Wei a look of "Why are you so stupid", and said: "Of course I am afraid that he will take the position of leader! Haven't you seen how capable the old witch is? If you let her know that she is the assistant The son who has been here for so many years is not her own, but the other one is, what will she do? Won't she take back everything that originally belonged to her son?"
Qiao Wei seemed to have an epiphany: "It makes sense."
The leader snorted disdainfully and said: "So, Yun Su discovered this younger brother first, and after Yun Qing died, he immediately turned his younger brother into a dead man, but he didn't expect his younger brother to be so talented. He became the King of Ghosts, and he was worried that his younger brother would turn around and take revenge on him if he learned the truth one day, so he dug out his younger brother's poison pill."
Qiao Wei was puzzled and said: "After digging out the poisonous pill, he should know that his brother is not dead yet, why didn't he just kill him?"
The leader glared at Qiao Wei: "You are stupid, this brother is so powerful, wouldn't it be good to let him produce a second poison pill and dig it again?"
Yan Feijue's heart trembled when he heard that.
Qiao Wei frowned and said nothing.
The leader gave Qiao Wei a glance: "What? You don't believe it?"
"I..." Qiao Wei didn't know what to say, she felt that what the little bastard said was very reasonable, and with Yun Su's temperament, she could indeed do something that hurt her siblings, "But..."
The leader snorted and said, "But what? The ghost king disappeared as soon as he left the customs. He must have remembered his own life experience and ran to meet Guardian Lian!"
Yan Feijue's complexion changed: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and get him back! You must not let him recognize that old hag!"
The leader rushed out of the room without saying a word.
Yan Feijue's leg injury hadn't healed, but at this juncture he couldn't care less, so he pushed the wheelchair and chased after him.
The two got into the carriage.
Running so fast, both of them were sweating profusely.
Yan Feijue fanned it with his hand: "It's so hot, so hot!"
The leader also tugged at the neckline: "It's so hot!"
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew into the ears of the two of them.
Yan Feijue breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and leaned aside.
The leader also comfortably approached Yan Fei.
Leaning on each other, both of them sensed something was wrong.
Hard, cold, like armor.
At this moment, a weak voice sounded quietly in the ears of the two: "Roar~"
Lord leader: "!"
Yan Feijue: "!"
The two opened their eyes and saw that their hairs exploded and they rolled down from the carriage.
…
In the silent courtyard, the wooden door creaked open.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged lady. She had a handsome appearance and a thin figure. She was wearing a simple apricot-colored long jacket, lined with a white tunic skirt. The material of the clothes was not luxurious, but she had a virtuous and gentle look temperament.
She looked at Gongsun Changli and Ji Mingxiu outside the door, and asked puzzledly, "Are you two..."
Ji Mingxiu greeted her politely.
She bowed and returned a salute to Ji Mingxiu.
Ji Mingxiu said: "Excuse me... is this the residence of Mr. Yun?"
Madam didn't answer his words, but looked Ji Mingxiu up and down, and asked, "Are you..."
Ji Mingxiu said in a normal tone: "My surname is Ji, and I am the envoy of Daliang."
Gongsun Changli has a special status, so he didn't introduce it.
"Daliang... envoy." The doubts in Madam's eyes deepened.
Ji Mingxiu said again: "Although he is an envoy from Daliang, he is also the grandson of Sister Yun Qing."
Madam's expression suddenly changed.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ji Mingxiu and Gongsun Changli sat in the teahouse of the house.
The room was tidy and there was no extra furniture. There was only a small tea table and three small cushions on the spotless floor. There were a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room. There is a cabinet for sealing pens, and on the cabinet is a vase with flowers in it.
There was no earth dragon burning in the house, and it was deserted.
"Are you cold, you two?" Madam asked softly while supporting the window.
Ji Mingxiu glanced at Gongsun Changli.
Gongsun Changli said: "It's not cold."
Madame opened the window.
A cold wind blew in faintly, mixed with the scent of plum blossoms, the whole room was filled with a peaceful and elegant atmosphere.
When the wife brought it, it was not Yeluo's tea cakes, but Longjing tea leaves from the Central Plains.
Madame made tea.
Ji Mingxiu was originally a person who was proficient in the tea ceremony. Above the tea ceremony, there were not many people who could catch his eyes, and the wife in front of him was one of them.
Madam handed the brewed tea to Ji Mingxiu and Gongsun Changli in turn.
The two took it with both hands.
The two sat face to face.
Madam knelt quietly on the other side. After making tea, she took out a few plates of delicate snacks from the food box: "I don't know there will be guests coming. It's something I made casually in the morning. Please don't dislike it, sir."
"I don't know how to address Madam." Ji Mingxiu said.
The lady said: "My surname is Li, and my husband's surname is Yun."
Ji Mingxiu said softly, "Mrs. Yun."
Mrs. Yun owed her body.
"I came here today to ask Madam about Mr. Yun." Ji Mingxiu took out a portrait of Yun Qing from his sleeve, "Madam... do you know him?"
Madam Yun looked at the portrait, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she did not lose her composure, and said softly, "He is my father-in-law."
She was as quiet as an orchid, which made Ji Mingxiu also quiet down, and spoke softly and slowly: "Does Mrs. Yun know who my father-in-law is?"
Mrs. Yun hesitated for a while, then nodded.
Ji Mingxiu looked at her and said, "So, you know that he is the leader of the Holy Church, and you also know that your husband is the leader's son?"
"En." Madam nodded again, thought of something, raised her eyes as calm as water, looked at Ji Mingxiu and Gongsun Changli, and said, "You guys are here today to..."
She didn't say anything later, but Ji Mingxiu heard her overtones, and hurriedly said, "Mrs. Yun, don't get me wrong, we weren't sent by the holy sect, but my grandma and I had some doubts about what happened back then, so we came here specially Come to ask Mrs. Yun for some information. Excuse me... is Mr. Yun there?"
Madam Yun lowered her eyes and said, "You guys are late."
The two looked at her puzzled.
Mrs. Yun said, "My husband has passed away."
Ji Mingxiu looked at her momentarily: "When did you die?"
Madam Yun's voice gradually became choked up: "It has been many years."
Ji Mingxiu paused: "May I take the liberty to ask how he died?"
Madam Yun held back her emotions and said, "He died of illness."
After spending a lot of time looking for most of Yeliang City, he didn't expect that the other party had already been buried.
Gongsun Changli took a sip of tea silently and asked, "Do you have any children?"
Mrs. Yun smiled wryly: "It was originally there... but it disappeared later."
Why not? She didn't want to say, and the two of them didn't bother to ask.
Ji Mingxiu took out the longevity lock from his bosom: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Yun's?"
Mrs. Yun held the longevity lock in her hand, her eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Why is my husband's longevity lock in your hands?"
Ji Mingxiu said: "I found it among the relics of Hierarch Yunqing. I have a doubt. Since this longevity lock belongs to Master Yun, why did it end up in the hands of Hierarch Yunqing?"
Madam Yun said with red eyes: "Not long before my father-in-law passed away, my husband... visited him once in the Holy Church. It was that time that he left his longevity lock there; it was also that time that he..."
Mrs. Yun was a little speechless.
"What happened to him?" Ji Mingxiu asked.
Madam Yun burst into tears.
Gongsun Changli handed her a handkerchief.
She took it with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, my lord."
Gongsun Changli shook his head at Ji Mingxiu.
Ji Mingxiu temporarily let go of this doubt, sighed and said: "To be honest, we found this place because of this longevity lock. Mr. Yun went to the shop to repair it and left his address. The current situation is that not only We are looking for your husband, and Shengjiao is also looking for you."
Mrs. Yun was taken aback: "Why did the Holy Cult seek my husband-in-law?"
Ji Mingxiu said again: "Do you and your husband know who his mother is?"
Mrs. Yun shook her head: "My father-in-law didn't say that, but my husband said that his mother should be a member of the holy religion."
Ji Mingxiu nodded: "That's right, she is indeed a member of the Holy Cult. Now, her affair with Hierarch Yunqing has been leaked, and all that is left is conclusive evidence. It's fine if your husband is alive, maybe you can protect him." You, but he has already gone, and you have become the only witness. Those people will not show mercy to you, you'd better take your things and leave with us. "
Madam Yun suddenly looked at Ji Mingxiu warily and said, "Why should I trust you?"
Ji Mingxiu said lightly: "You don't have to believe it, but in that case, your husband will never be able to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan. Your husband...in fact, he wants to live a fair and honest life."
Mrs. Yun's body trembled slightly, she covered her mouth and said, "Let me think about it."
Ji Mingxiu said: "Time is running out. The disciples of the Holy Cult have already found Yeliang City. You can leave with us first. We will consider the rest on the way. I will not force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you If you want to leave, I will let you go at any time, even if you want to leave Yeluo and live in another place, I can fulfill you."
Madam Yun said with trembling lips, "Is everything you said true?"
Ji Mingxiu said solemnly: "I promise you in the name of Prime Minister Liang, I will never hurt you, and I will never force you."
Mrs. Yun choked up and said, "My father-in-law... would come to visit my husband-in-law once a month. This was the case before I married. My father-in-law would teach him to write, paint, and recite poems... There are many copybooks and paintings of my father-in-law in the study. And the carvings he personally made for my husband..."
Ji Mingxiu clasped his palms, and said seriously, "Bring all these, do you need help?"
Madam Yun shook her head with tears in her eyes: "No need, I can clean up by myself, you wait here for me."
Ji Mingxiu and Gongsun Changli were waiting for her in the teahouse as promised.
Mrs. Yun went to the study, took all the things related to Yun Qing, packed them, and went back to her bedroom, wanting to take away the thoughts left by her husband.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the room, she saw a man with a handsome face and a feminine temperament sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her with a half-smile.