Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Feng'er, are you in there?"

"Feng'er!"

Duan Zhengchun was very anxious. He chased Dao Baifeng but couldn't find him. He walked back and forth on the street several times before rushing back.

He had a hunch that Dao Baifeng had not left the pear garden.

It turned out to be exactly what he thought.

In the innermost part of the private room on the second floor, he unexpectedly heard Dao Baifeng's voice.

As if in response to his cry.

It seemed like he was crying quietly.

Slowly walked to the utility room.

Duan Zhengchun gently stretched out his palm, preparing to push the door open.

But I didn’t expect the next second.

Dao Baifeng's voice came out from inside.

"I don't want to see you. If you have anything to say, just say it here.

If not, don't say it. I'll calm down for a while and I'll go back and take Yu'er back to Dali later. "

(happy to hear and see)

Duan Zhengchun's palm stopped in the air.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't open the door.

Years of experience told him that it was better not to be too smart at this time.

There is still room for redemption.

There was a little silence.

Duan Zhengchun said slowly: "Actually, there is one thing that has been buried in my heart. I know that you suspect that boy is my child.

But this is not the case. This matter is related to a secret of the Duan family in Dali.

I had no intention of telling this secret because non-direct clan members are not qualified to know it.

However, after we have been married for so many years, you helped me give birth to Yu'er.

And I have been indebted to you for so many years. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to tell you this secret.

are you listening? "

(happy to hear and see)

"Duan Zhengchun, if you want to say it, just say it. If you don't want to say it, forget it.

There is no need to pretend to be a riddle here, I don’t care to listen to it! "After Dao Baifeng was silent for a moment, he said to Duan Zhengchun in a strange tone: "You say it, I can hear you. "

Duan Zhengchun nodded, and then continued: "Actually, my father is not an orthodox bloodline of the Duan family in Dali.

Of course, Feng'er, you should also know that our family is not the orthodox royal family of Dali.

Duan Yanqing is the one.

He is the son of Duan Lianyi, the Shangde Emperor of Dali Kingdom, and was once the orthodox crown prince of Dali Kingdom.

In the fifth year of Shangde, there was a sudden great change in the court. Emperor Shangde was killed by the treacherous minister Yang Yizhen. Duan Yanqing escaped from Dali in the chaos and disappeared without a trace.

My cousin Duan Shouhui received the help of his loyal minister Gao Zhisheng and the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, and destroyed Yang Yizhen. He naturally became the emperor and was called Emperor Ming.

However, Emperor Shangming only reigned for one year, and he went to Tianlong Temple to become a monk, and passed the throne to my brother Duan Zhengming. Only then did I become the King of Zhennan.

And it was because of this that I learned this secret.

It turns out that my grandfather gave birth to my father with another woman, and she was my biological grandmother.

After she gave birth to my father, she took my father's brother and left Dali, leaving my father alone in Dali.

Therefore, the first time I saw the young man, I remembered this secret that only the direct clan members could know.

However, after so many years, the bloodline will inevitably become mixed, so there should not be a boy so similar to me.

But, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

But due to the age, I simply cannot make a correct judgment.

Then he hesitated.

I hope you don't misunderstand me.

I, Duan Zhengchun, although I have done many things that I am sorry for you, I will never lie to you.

In addition, I can swear to God, that boy will never be my child.

I hope you can trust me"

After Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.

When you have doubts in your heart.

(happy to hear and see)

Dao Baifeng's voice came out: "I understand. Just leave me alone. I want to understand what you just said. I will go back to you in a while."

"Okay, Feng'er, I'll leave first. I'll go back to the private room to wait for you." Duan Zhengchun let out a long sigh.

He also understands that this kind of thing cannot be believed by just a few words.

After all, when he learned the news, he had to digest it for a long time.

However, the misunderstanding was finally resolved. Otherwise, with Dao Baifeng's jealousy, if this misunderstanding is not resolved, I am afraid that they will not be able to live in peace for several years to come.

Now Dali, Tubo, and Wu Guogong are about to form an alliance.

Although Dali's surname is Duan, Dao Baifeng's father is the largest Tu force in the country.

And the Tu forces account for three-quarters of the Dali army.

If Dao Baifeng went back to complain, her Tu father would be furious.

Who knows what will happen.

(pleased to hear and see)——

Huang Rong stared at a middle-aged man.

That was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties at most.

Logically speaking, he should be placed outside the target.

After all, according to Qiao Feng, that Batulu is at least fifty years old.

But the art of disguise in the world of martial arts is enough to change a person's appearance.

Therefore, a person's identity cannot be determined based on his appearance.

However, although disguise can change one's appearance and appearance, it cannot change a person's living habits and life habits.

The tables in the lobby are relatively low, but the benches are relatively high.

This means that when drinking tea, you will subconsciously place the tea bowl lower, and you need to lower your head to drink tea.

Huang Rong accidentally discovered this middle-aged man. Every time he drank tea, he would subconsciously touch his hair.

You know, he wears a high bun on his head.

In this case, generally speaking, the hair on the head will never fall apart.

There is no need to hold your hair with your hands every time you lower your head to drink tea.

This is a habit accumulated over many years.

Southerners would never do this, and it can even be said that Han people would never do this.

There is only one kind of person who can do this, and that is the Manchu Tatar with long braids.

When you lower your head, your long braids may be unconsciously pulled down to your chest.

Therefore, in order to prevent rudeness from occurring, you must support yourself with your hands.

This is a unique movement habit of the Manchu and Qing Tatars.

The middle-aged man in front of him, even if he is not the Batulu, must be a Manchu Tatar.

Look at his hair, which is extremely vertical, without any bending or curling.

This is also abnormal.

Because if you wear your hair in a bun, you won’t do it for just one day.

Combing your hair in a bun for a long time will also leave conspicuous marks, and no one can guarantee that their bun will be the same every day.

Therefore, Huang Rong was certain that this person must have disguised herself.

In addition, it is not difficult to see from his expression that he is very enthusiastic about the opera in front of him and is completely immersed in it. This kind of identification with the opera is not something ordinary people can have.

And who would disguise themselves while watching a play?

The answer is already very obvious.

With a gentle gesture, Miejie, Qiao Feng, and even Li Qingluo and Wu Gong returned to the private room and discovered this middle-aged man.

Everyone's eyes shifted to him.

This middle-aged man originally focused all his attention on the opera in front of him, but at this moment he suddenly raised his head and glanced towards the private room on the second floor.

Li Qingluo pulled Wu Gong and took a quick step back, and then narrowly escaped the middle-aged man's gaze.

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

He turned his attention to the stage in front of him again.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong, but there was doubt and seriousness deep in his eyes.

'Someone is watching me, that's for sure. ’

‘Who betrayed me? ’

‘Not many people know that I came to the Central Plains. ’

‘Even Lord Ye Bilong doesn’t know. ’

‘In that case, who betrayed me? ’

‘It’s Shadari! That guy disappeared. No one was found alive, no body was found dead. I originally thought he died in that terrifying poisonous rain, but it seems he didn't die there.

I only saw him when I came to the Central Plains.

And the people in the court who have met me are all my confidants and people who will never betray me. Only he might betray me.

But why did he betray me? ’

‘It must be for something, something that he doesn’t know about at that level.

In other words, it is for something, something that only he and I can have. ’

'But what does this have to do with me? I have retired and returned to my hometown. ’

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the private room on the second floor.

Huang Rong and others immediately followed him.

The middle-aged man stood at the door of the private room where Li Qingluo was.

He looked at Huang Rong and others who were surrounded from all directions, and gently raised his hands: "Everyone, we have no grievances in the past and no enmity in the recent days. I don't know if there is any misunderstanding, so why don't we just talk about it. We will meet again in the future, so as to have a personal relationship. , just for convenience."

Qiao Feng took a step forward.

"do you remember me?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, nodded, and exposed his chest.

On the chest, the scar mark of a palm is clearly visible.

"Master Qiao almost slapped me to death. However, I also want to thank Master Qiao. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have escaped unscathed."

"What do you mean?"

"I have resigned and returned to my hometown. I have been an official in the imperial court for forty years, and it is time for me to retire." The middle-aged man slowly took out a jade bottle and handed it to Qiao Feng: "I live in Fuzhou City now. If you need anything, you can come to me at any time. As long as the price is good, I can sell you all the information I know, including the information from the imperial court. This is the antidote. It’s enough for thirty people to complete all the treatments, so it’s a meeting gift from me.”

Qiao Feng said coldly: "Do you think I will believe you?"

The middle-aged man shook his arm and turned in a circle: "If I had not retired and returned home, I would never have appeared here. The people who protect me would have surrounded me three times inside and three times outside. Mr. Qiao should have some experience."

Qiao Feng looked at him coldly.

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "How about I exchange a secret for my life? Although I am a Manchu, I have to deal with Han people all my life. In addition, I have never killed a Han person with my own hands in my life. What I have done It's all just using the imperial salary to do things for the imperial court.

Now, the imperial court wanted me to die, but I tried my best to escape.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of a few people.

Please show your respect, I just want to listen to the drama for a few more years and die like this. "

"Eat this, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Huang Rong took a step forward and threw out a black pill.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and took the pill without any hesitation.

Huang Rong nodded towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng then made way for him and said, "Go in and talk."