ah?
The grapes in Xiao Baozi's hand fell directly to the ground and rolled around a few times.
The corner of his mouth was drooling, and he was stunned.
"What? This king is your father, you are not satisfied?" Feng Yili looked at him sideways and said in a low voice.
"No, no, I'm very satisfied. But, but..." Xiao Baozi's face wrinkled into a ball.
He secretly glanced at Feng Yili from the corner of his eye, and then asked in a low voice: "Are you really sure that I am your son, don't you need to make sure? For example, blood..."
"Do you still know how to recognize blood?" Feng Yili raised his hand and touched Xiao Baozi's head.
After a long time, he said again: "No need, the whole Southwest Palace will try to hide the matter from me, except that you are my own son, there is nothing else."
Listening to what he said, Xiao Baozi rubbed his little hands nervously.
My mother tried her best to hide things that my father found out.
Father Wang is really powerful, and he found out his true identity so quickly.
"Then will you be angry with your mother?" He continued to ask nervously.
Feng Yili raised his eyebrows, looked at him with deep eyes, and then asked: "Why is this king angry with your mother and concubine?"
"Because, because she lied, lied to you..." Xiao Baozi's voice became weaker and weaker.
But Feng Yili's expression was calm and calm, he said: "This king was the first to forgive your mother and concubine, so he should do whatever he does to this king."
"Then, will you and mother rob me? Me, I still want to be with mother more." Little Baozi looked down at the ground, so nervous that he could see a hole in the ground.
When he was in the Southwest, many people said that if the Prince Regent knew of his existence, they would probably take him away and not let him be with his mother.
Hearing Xiao Baozi's slightly choked voice, Feng Yili's eyes darkened a little.
He didn't expect that this little guy is so sensitive in his heart despite his young age.
"Listen, this king will not want you, nor your mother and concubine."
It's just that your mother and concubine don't want this king.
Feng Yili just recited the last sentence in his heart, but didn't say it out.
"So, this king will not do things that make your concubine mother unhappy, and naturally he will not compete with her for you." He continued to speak patiently.
Hearing his words, Xiao Baozi was finally happy.
His eyes sparkled, and he called out tentatively: "Father?"
Hearing this "Father King", Feng Yili felt his heart tremble.
He raised his hand, and stretched out his long and slender hands. He wanted to pick up the little bun, but found that his movements were clumsy.
Obviously he was not so clumsy before.
Little Baozi smiled, showing a few small teeth, and then he stepped forward with his short legs and threw himself into his arms.
Although his father hugged him before, a certain little bun still feels that his father's embrace is the warmest now.
"Father, shall we tell mother that you already know our secret?" He asked softly.
Glancing at him, Feng Yili asked helplessly: "What do you think?"
Little Baozi laughed awkwardly, "Jin'er thinks it's better not to let mother know."
Otherwise, Mother will find a way to send him back to the southwest tonight.
He... doesn't really want to leave his father and mother.
"Yes." Feng Yili nodded lightly.
This is also his idea.
"Father, do you want to ask me about my mother's situation in the southwest?" Xiao Baozi looked at Feng Yili expectantly.
Since he recognized him, the father should really want to know what happened to the mother in the southwest.
But Feng Yili shook his head: "I really want to know what happened to your mother these years, I wish I could know everything about it. But I hope that one day she can tell me personally."
I see…
Little Baozi nodded seriously.
"Father, we still have to get along as before. My lord, right?"
As he spoke, Xiao Baozi couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling.
Feng Yili's black eyes flashed tenderness, he said softly: "En."
"My lord, where are we going now?" The little bun tugged at his sleeve and continued to speak softly.
"Didn't you say that your mother has already gone to Jian Zhonghou's mansion, let's join in the fun too."
After Feng Yili finished speaking, he easily jumped onto the wall with the little bun in his arms...
…
Here, Yu Yunxi was still in the carriage, but her eyelids kept twitching.
"Master, are you okay?" Seeing Yu Yunxi rubbing her eyes, Qian Qing asked worriedly.
Yu Yunxi put her hand down, and shook her head lightly: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly feel restless, as if something is about to happen."
"Master, it's the slave girl's sister that made you anxious. Don't worry, I will see my sister later, and the slave girl will talk to her in detail to see if I can find out anything." Qian Qing said seriously.
"Okay." Yu Yunxi let out a breath and nodded slightly.
This is indeed one of her concerns.
Last time, Jian Xin was not willing to reveal about her poisoning. This time with Qianqing together, things should be a little easier.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate of Jian Zhonghou's mansion.
Yu Yunxi and Qianqing got out of the carriage, only to find that the door was closed tightly.
There was only one young man guarding the door.
"The county lord has something to ask to see Marquis Jian Zhong." Yu Yunxi stepped forward and said to the boy.
The servant hurriedly lowered his head and whispered; "Reporting to the county lord, our Lord Hou, his wife, and Princess Rui went out early this morning to pray for blessings."
Pray?
When Yu Yunxi heard the words, his expression became extremely serious.
Jian Xin's body can't bear to toss at all, so why did she go to pray for blessings?
"The national teacher stayed in Puguang Temple back then, and everyone said that place was very effective. Because Jian's family trusted the national teacher, they would go to Puguang Temple to pray for blessings all year round. Now that something like this happened to my sister, they would naturally think of praying."
Qianqing spoke in a cold voice.
Whether it is the Jian family, the Luo family, or the royal family, they are still very superstitious about the national teacher.
But she, like the county master, felt that the national teacher was just a magic stick.
Hearing that Qianqing mentioned the national teacher, Yu Yunxi's expression turned cold.
"Qianqing, it seems we have to go to Puguang Temple." Yu Yunxi turned her head and said to Qianqing.
Her eyelids are still twitching, and she always feels that something is wrong.
Qianqing also nodded earnestly: "This servant has exactly the intention."
The two of them stopped riding in the carriage, and directly rode on the horse and went out of the city.
Puguang Temple gave an example that the capital city is not too close. It took them half an hour to ride horses, but they arrived at the gate of the temple.
Getting off the horse, Qian Qing walked quickly to a monk who was sweeping the floor, and asked in a low voice, "Little master, can the people from Jian Zhonghou's residence come to the temple today?"
"Jian Zhonghou's Mansion? No." The little monk shook his head.
"No? Little master, why are you so sure?" Qian Qing asked with a frown.
"Today is the day for the masters of Puguang Temple to practice. All the incense from the outside world will be cut off. All those who come to worship the Buddha, we invite them to go back first. I have been guarding the door today, and I have not seen anyone from Jian Zhonghou's mansion. .” The little monk continued.
its not right…
According to what Jian's family said, Jian Zhonghou and the others set off early in the morning. If Puguang Temple didn't entertain outsiders today, they should have gone back long ago.
But there is only one road from the capital to Puguang Temple, and they didn't see any Jane's family on the road.
"Qianqing, let's return to the capital first." Yu Yunxi said seriously.
It would be great if Jian Xin and the others returned to Beijing safely.
If not…
Qianqing also knew that the situation was serious, her heart sank a few times, she quickly mounted her horse, and then prepared to leave.
But at this time, the little monk called out to stop Yu Yunxi.
"The donor is slow."
"Little master, is there anything else?" Yu Yunxi looked back at him.
The little monk frowned, and said in a muffled voice: "Benefactor, I see that the aura in your body is not right. You are afraid of **** disasters these days."