Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Zhu Gang was so shocked that he followed Li Dalang and met Qin Liu again.

Li Dalang talked to Qin Liu enthusiastically.

Qin Liu looked at Li Dalang with a smile and affection, sometimes looking at him with a smile on his face.

That kind look made Zhu Gang confused.

This woman has a beautiful face, and her nose and mouth look very much like hers.

Her little finger was slightly curved like her own.

As for me, I look nothing like my father, Funing Hou Zhu Qi, and my mother, Mrs. Funing Hou.

Is she really her mother?
At Funinghou Mansion, he sometimes heard whispers from his servants, saying that he was brought back from outside.

This woman gave birth to herself with Funing Hou Zhu Qi?
Zhu Gang was shocked, and his face was filled with astonishment that could not be concealed.

Qin Liu had no intention of recognizing Erlang.

She smiled and denied Dalang's words in a few words.

"This is the young master of the Funing Hou Mansion, not our Erlang. Erlang died a few years ago. You have recognized the wrong person."

She didn't want Erlang's identity to be revealed.

Li Dalang was obviously not that easy to dismiss. He pulled Old Man Lou's sleeve in disbelief.

"Mom, look, this is Grandpa Lou! I took care of Erlang for a long time when he was a child, and I can recognize him no matter what he looks like. Look,"

Li Dalang brushed away the hair on Zhu Gang's left forehead, pointed at the scar, and said, "This is a scar left by Erlang falling off the kang one night when I was sleeping. There was a lot of blood at that time!"

"The scars are all in the same position, there can be no mistake!"

Qin Liu stroked Li Dalang's back with tears in his eyes, winked at Old Man Lou, and said: "Da Lang. This is Young Master Zhu of the Funing Hou Mansion, not our Erlang, please remember."

Old Man Lou also smiled and answered: "After so many years, it's not easy for Dalang to still remember the old man. Good boy, listen to your mother's words."

Li Dalang opened his mouth and said no more.

Accompanied by Old Man Lou, Zhu Gang visited Datong for a few days and then returned to Xuanfu.

Li Dalang quietly returned to the grassland in a few days.

When Bals came to Duolun, Li Dalang came to him with a lot of worries.

In Li Dalang's eyes, apart from his grandfather Li Old Man, his mother and his younger brother Erlang, the closest person to him was Baars, who taught him bow and arrow.

But he never thought before that the little mute who was the meat-cutting boy at home was actually the son of Dayan Khan, the future Khan.

He had no impression of his father, but he felt a sense of fatherly intimacy towards the little mute.

But he didn't expect that his mother would marry Uncle Ma next door.

Bals frowned after listening to Li Dalang's description.

He had once had doubts about Erlang's identity, but it was not as doubtful as it is now.

Who is Erlang's father?
He didn't think about it carefully before, nor did he ask Qin Liu.

In his opinion, Qin Liu is his wife, and both Da Lang and Er Lang will be his children.He will take responsibility for their care.

Now it seems that Erlang's identity is really extraordinary.

For the sake of Erlang's identity, Qin Liu would rather not recognize his own son!
The young master of Funinghou Mansion.

Funing Hou Zhu Qi, Zhu Yue's father, is Erlang's biological father?

If so, why did Qin Liu not feel disgusted with Zhu Yue, but instead had a slight affection and ambiguity that made him jealous?

Zhu Yue would rather be injured himself than to block the arrow for Qin Liu, and braved the fire to rush into the burning medicine shop to save Qin Liu. He witnessed this with his own eyes.

Bals's head was in a mess.

He had to step up his spying on the famous names and focus on collecting information about the Funing Hou Mansion.

The news soon made him even more agitated.

According to Erlang's age, he was pregnant in the summer of the first year of Zhengde, but in the summer of the first year of Zhengde, Funing Hou was far away leading troops in Xuanfu!

If Erlang is Zhu Yue's son, then why does Zhu Yue not recognize Erlang as his own child, but as his younger brother?

How strange! …

Zhu Gang was worried when he returned to Xuanfu.

After thinking about it these days, he became more and more confused about his life experience.

He asked Old Man Lou many times in insinuating ways.

Old Man Lou just said with complicated eyes: "Son, you are the second son of Funinghou Mansion. You must not forget this identity."

Zhu Gang was uneasy and wanted to ask Zhu Yue for clarification many times, but when the words came to his lips, he still swallowed them.

Although Zhu Yue is his elder brother, Zhu Yue has been in Xuanfu for a long time and does not spend much time with him. The two of them are not the kind of brothers who talk about everything and are close to each other.

On this day, Zhu Gang went to see Zhu Yue.

Zhu Yue happened to be waiting for guests in the living room.

The boy asked Zhu Gang to wait in the study for a while.

Bored, Zhu Gang took out a half-open volume of paintings in the drawer and looked at it.

The painting depicts a woman with a low eyebrow and a slight smile. She is the innkeeper he met not long ago, the woman Li Dalang said was his mother, Ms. Liu.

Zhu Gang's forehead jumped.

He opened the other paintings in the drawer one by one and looked at them.

In every painting, the protagonist is Liu.

There are paintings of her riding a horse, and there are paintings of her sitting in the shade of a house, watching children playing in the mud in front of her.

My brother is very familiar with Mrs. Liu?
When Zhu Yue returned to the study, Zhu Gang was still sitting behind the desk. He was shocked and speechless when he saw the many paintings spread out in front of him.

Zhu Yue immediately made a serious face, came over and rolled up the spread paintings one by one, put them back in the drawer, and even scolded him sternly: "Don't rummage through other people's things!"

"Brother, is the woman in this painting my biological mother?"

Zhu Yue's hand that was still placing the painting paused.

He softened his voice and whispered: "That was in the past. Now, your mother is Mrs. Funinghou, and you are the second son of the Funinghou Mansion and the future heir to the Funinghou Mansion."

"Then who is my father?"

Zhu Gang did not think that Funing Hou Zhu Qi was his father.Even Zhu Yue looks nothing like himself.

Zhu Yue took a deep breath slowly.

When children grow up, they will take the initiative to find their own life experience.

If it is not handled properly, the care and protection given to him over the years will actually make him resentful.

He had to face up to this problem.

……

A few days later, the commander Tongzhi Maang who was serving in Datong was suddenly relieved of his post and returned to Beijing to wait for his appointment. The family went with him.

Ma Ang took Qin Liu and Aunt Ma to the capital via Datong.

When Sister Ma Feng heard that her brother-in-law and mother were going to the capital, she was overjoyed and clamored to go to the capital.

It wasn't a big deal, Maang agreed.Xuanfu and the capital are only a few days away, so traveling between them is not troublesome.

The family arrived in the capital and rented a house to live.

After only two days of stay, guests came to visit.The one who came was Funing Hou.

Ma Ang received him carefully and asked Qin Liu to prepare tea and a banquet for the guests.

There were already several guests in the reception room, and Ma Ang quickly stepped forward and saluted: "It's rude that Ma Ang didn't go far to welcome the distinguished guest."

Standing in the middle of the reception room, with his hands behind his back and looking at the paintings in the nave, is a young man, about 25 or [-] years old, with a clear face, a pair of slender eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, there is an indescribable nobility in his movements, and a look of disdain. The momentum of the world.

The middle-aged man leaning forward slightly on the side has a short beard, slightly white hair, and a faint smile on his face.

Standing next to the middle-aged man was a boy about nine years old. His eyes were also slender and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.