Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 1033 Supervisor Yang

Mo Buli's complexion changed, but he didn't say a word, and Ariel who was beside him didn't speak either, he just cast his eyes on Qin Su, with doubt in his eyes.

Qin Su didn't keep them waiting, and continued: "Actually, apart from the edict, Mo Shaojin also holds a hole card in his hand, and this hole card is what really made the late emperor dare not touch Lu." It is also because of this card that Mo Shaojin dared to go to the meeting alone, forcing the late emperor to submit to him."

Speaking of this, she slowed down her speaking speed and said each word clearly: "Prince Jing once had a son, who was left outside, named Guo Shizhang."

Above the open space, there was a dead silence.

The heavy snow falls silently, the mountain wind blows lightly, and the broken rocks are like tombs.

Mo Buli stared blankly at Qin Su, and the hand behind him writhed subconsciously, a dazed expression appeared on his face again.

He heard everything Qin Su said.

However, the voice entered his ears, but it seemed to be separated from his brain, so he couldn't understand it no matter what.

What is she talking about?
His father, the king, actually has a son?
He opened his mouth, but felt his throat constricted, and there was a bang in his head, as if thousands of boulders were colliding with each other, which made him temporarily blocked.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

In my mind, there was a blank.

"Your Highness Princess... But to be honest?" Ariel's voice murmured over, with extreme uncertainty.

His complexion was not much better than Mo Buli's, pale as paper, and his eyes looked at Qin Su like black holes.

Qin Su didn't speak, just reached out and took out a page from his sleeve, and handed it to the dumb slave: "Uncle Lao Ya sent it to them to have a look."

The dumb slave took the letter, strode up to Mo Buli, and handed the letter over.

Mo Buli didn't reach out to pick it up.

He didn't know what to do, his cold eyes fixed on the letter, but his hands were firmly behind his back, he even turned his head and closed his eyes.

His face was very pale, without a trace of blood, his tightly closed lips were pursed into a straight line, except for the occasional floating under the eyelids.

He did this purely out of instinct, as if he didn't know it at all. At this moment, he was almost like a child.

Ariel looked at him for a while, sighed silently, stepped forward to take the letter, and slowly unfolded it beside Mo Buli.

"This is Prince Jing's handwritten letter back then, and I asked someone to make a copy." Qin Su said calmly, seemingly apologetic: "There are also a few tokens left by Prince Jing back then, and I also got them. At this time, it is not good to ask the two of you to watch."

It was clearly very sincere words, but in Mo Buli's ears, it was like a heavy hammer, which made his ears buzz.

As if bewitched by the voice, he opened his eyes, turned his head uncontrollably, and his eyes were firmly stuck to the letter.

At that moment, he seemed to be using great strength to fight against something, his body was so tense that he trembled slightly, and sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Obviously he didn't want to see it, he didn't even want to open his eyes.

However, his eyes were wide open, and he subconsciously scanned the letter paper and read the first sentence:

"There is only one son named Guo Shizhang, who was born in the 11th year of Yongping..."

In Mo Buli's eyes, he only saw this sentence.

One sentence is enough.

He staggered a few steps, pressed his trembling hands to his heart, his face was as white as paper.

That's... His father's handwriting!
He recognized it at a glance, it was indeed his father's handwriting!
The sincerity and sincerity in that pen can no longer be imitated by others.

This is indeed his father's handwriting. He has been imitating that handwriting since he was a child, but he still does not resemble it.

But at this moment, the familiar handwriting seemed to come alive, like iron nails one after another, nailed into his eyelids, and then nailed into his mind.

Mo Buli's body fell back heavily, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

"Guo Shizhang is the emperor's uncle's younger brother." Qin Su's calm voice sounded, as if he was talking about an inconspicuous matter: "If he is here, I will also call him the emperor's uncle." , but also..."

"Nonsense!" a shrill voice interrupted her.

Qin Su stopped speaking, and looked at Mo Buli who was speaking.

Mo Buli seemed to have broken free from that dazed state, his eyes were full of red silk, he was looking at Qin Su intently, his pale face was distorted: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! This must be a fraud , this must be you..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong sense of suffocation suddenly came up, and he was dizzy for a moment, and gold stars rushed towards him like heavy snow.

"It's not...it's not true..." He swayed and stepped back, sweating like a tide, drenching his whole body in an instant.

This is not true.

This must not be true.

He said desperately in his heart.

"Uncle Huang doesn't want to believe this letter, so you must believe him." Qin Su's indifferent voice sounded again, calm and waveless.

After finishing speaking, he slapped his palms lightly.

"Pa", there was a crisp sound on the snow, and then, behind the simple stone house, a person turned out.

Through the heavy snow, everyone opened his eyes and looked at the person coming.

It was an old man with silver hair, slightly fat body, fair face and beardless, he looked at least fifty or sixty years old.

Seeing this person, Mo Buli's already pale face quickly turned a layer of dead gray.

"I've seen the princess...the king of the county." The old man bowed to Mo Buli slowly, but spoke in a standard tone.

"Yang...Yang Da...supervisor?!" Mo Buli looked at him blankly, took a step back, and then took a step back, his feet softened, and he fell down on the boulder.

This Yang Dajian is King Jing's most trusted servant, he is in charge of King Jing's secret affairs, he almost never shows up outside, and very few people know him.At that time, every time Mo Buli saw him, it was always in the secret room of Prince Jing's mansion.

"You...are...not dead?" Mo Buli sat on the stone, his voice was light and floating, like talking in a dream.

Supervisor Yang showed a wry smile on his face, bowed and said, "I've been staying at Lu's house with the little county king."

The king of the small county... the Lu family...

Mo Buli's body swayed, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the stone, as if to use it to support the weight of his whole body

The stones were covered with snow, and the chill pierced his bones, and it spread all over his body in an instant, and he couldn't help shivering.

At that moment, the blocked thoughts suddenly flowed freely, like a flood that opened the gate, pouring out in an instant, almost submerging him:
On the eve of the incident in Yongping 19, the person who answered in the secret room of the palace was no longer Dajian Yang, but another person. Back then, Mo Buli also asked Prince Jing about the reason, but was vaguely taken away by the other party;
Earlier, in King Jing's study, Mo Buli once found strange, childish handwriting. He asked King Jing who wrote it, but he also never got a definite answer;

Also, in the 13th year of Yongping, when he was ten years old, on his birthday, he thought that Prince Jing would give him the Chi-pattern pendant that he had bought long ago, because he had seen it on Prince Jing's Baibaoge.However, the birthday gift he got in the end was just a piece of ancient ink.

(End of this chapter)