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Liu'er picked up the wick with a silver needle and said softly: "Isn't this too hard for the young master? He is only ten years old and it makes me feel bad to think about it."
Liu'er's silver needle trembled and flames suddenly appeared. She asked in horror: "Miss, what do you want to say?"
Mrs. Xiao sighed and looked a little gloomy under the dim light. She said softly: "No matter how smart a child is, it is impossible for him to accidentally speak the dialect of a place he has never been to. And even if he is struck by lightning, it is impossible. Even his living habits have changed. Ye'er never vomited every time he ate sugar cakes, but now Ye'er actually thinks so, right?"
Liuer Yinzhen paused and said nothing. How could she not know that Xiao Yueye was brought up by her when she was a child? Even Mrs. Xiao couldn't compare to her in terms of familiarity.
Finally, I picked out the wicks and started lighting up the room. Mrs. Xiao suddenly smiled faintly: "But every time Liu'er puts his head in my arms and plays coquettishly with me, I forget this problem. Ye'er is my son, even if there are other people living in his body. What's more, he is my son. The hoarse cry he made when he woke up from the poison broke my heart. At that moment, I knew he was my Ye'er forever."
Liu'er's eyes turned red. She walked slowly to Mrs. Xiao's side and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She said softly: "Actually, Miss, I started to doubt the young master after he stopped being stupid. Because his words and deeds were very strange. And he always tried to ask me something. But at that time, I thought maybe God had mercy on me and made the stars in the sky come down to earth, so I never said it publicly. But later, the young master was so kind, sensible, and considerate. His childish coquettishness when he called me Aunt Liu made me feel soft again and again. I originally planned not to say anything for the rest of my life, but I didn’t expect you to notice it already. "
Mrs. Xiao took Liu'er's hand and stroked it gently for a long time before saying firmly: "Liu'er, forget all our doubts. From today on, Ye'er will fight for the future and we must work hard for him. Ye'er still has a long way to go. I Be prepared for him."
Liu'er's eyes flashed with tears and she held Mrs. Xiao's hand and nodded with a smile.
Even though Xiao Yueye had been born in two lifetimes, his previous circle had always been so small. How could he possibly be able to defeat Madam Xiao and Liu Er when it came to scheming? What he thought was a secret was actually hidden in other people's hearts. But I have to say that being reborn as Mrs. Xiao's son is Xiao Yueye's blessing because there are really many, many people around him who truly love him.
Most of the bustling officials in Kyoto live here, and Song Chuan, the Minister of War, is no exception.
Butler Fu, who was wearing a light blue summer shirt, walked toward the study with a calm expression. Passing through a quiet corridor, Butler Fu straightened his clothes, wiped the sweat from his head, adjusted his breathing, and then gently knocked on the door.
"Your Excellency, there is a letter from Hui County."
The room seemed stunned for a while before a clear voice came out: "Come in."
Butler Fu slightly arched his body and pushed open the door and walked in. The study room was very simple and not at all as gorgeous as other court officials. There are no antiques, calligraphy or paintings inside, just a desk and a few bookshelves filled with books.
Song Chuan has a very delicate and delicate eyebrows with a heroic spirit that points to the country. He looks very young, but the silver color on his temples shows that this pillar of the imperial court is already over 40 years old.
Butler Fu respectfully stepped forward and handed the letter to Song Chuan, who took it, took out the letter and scanned it.
Putting the letter in his hand aside, Song Chuan didn't say anything, just shook open a piece of rice paper, took out a large Huihao pen, and wrote quickly.
Butler Fu knew that whenever his elders were thinking about something, they had the habit of standing aside and saying nothing.
In one breath, Song Chuan put the brush away without even looking at what he was writing, stood up and walked to the window.
"Old Fu, do you know what Hui County said?" Song Chuan asked calmly after a while.
"I don't know."
"Haha, I, the third son, didn't expect to be the most motivated among all the sons. He asked Song He to tell me that he wanted to learn martial arts and asked Cheng Yue to roll call." There was a hint of appreciation and smile in Song Chuan's voice.
The rich butler could not conceal his inner surprise: "General Cheng? The third young master actually knows about him?"
"Yes, he also said that he knew that I had been kind to Cheng Yue and believed that I could do it. It seems that Hui County is really amazing. One of my sons disappeared there. Although Gu Yao couldn't find out the details, but the person in the mansion The spies say that this person has great talent. Now who has such great ability to know the relationship between me and Cheng Yue? "
He himself would not know about Qiu Ziyun's existence. Firstly, he was careful about Qiu Ziyun's whereabouts. Secondly, Mrs. Xiao had already used the power in her hands to cover up everything.
The rich butler stood behind and said nothing.
Song Chuan rubbed his temples and suddenly said with emotion: "Old Fu, do you think I am a success or a failure? In terms of career, I am just a scholar who relied on my own ability to rise to become the Minister of the Ministry of War. But in terms of family, I am really a failure. It was such a failure that none of my sons could be successful daughters. They all had the same moral character as their mothers and liked to fight over trivial matters all the time. In the end, my most promising and promising third son turned out to be my third son who had been neglected and left in the old house. It was ridiculous! I don’t even know if I should thank my dead and useless son!”
After sighing for a while, his face suddenly returned to his original appearance and he calmly ordered: "When you go to General Cheng's house, tell me that I have something important to discuss."
An ugly case occurred in the Murong Dynasty in June of the sixteenth year of the lunar calendar, which immediately caused shock in the court. For a time, invisible gunpowder smoke filled the air in Kyoto. Officials and pedestrians passing by looked in a hurry.
However, this smoke did not spread to Hui County. Instead, the scandal is now being talked about in the streets.
"Did you know that I heard that there were some talented people in the harem who were not favored by the Holy Grace and were also involved in the rape at that time?"
"Really? I heard that the prince is only sixteen years old. Is it difficult for him to have such ability?"
"What do you know? The prince drinks the tonic every day. Do you think he can do it in the blink of an eye like you? Haha."
"It's really unfortunate that our Murong Dynasty has such a prince, I'm afraid the country will be overthrown!"
"Brother, I heard that everyone in the imperial court asked to remove the crown prince, but the emperor has always been hesitant."
"It's natural that the Holy One is so fond of the prince. How can he let it go? But I think the Holy One will definitely make a decision with his sage wisdom."
"Tell me, isn't this **? And where are the talented people in the harem? Hey, tell me, can't you tell me that the emperor can't let his son do the work for him? Hehe."
"Shh, keep it down, you want to behead yourself. Come on, let's drink."
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