Author: I have a battery car

When Zeng Qingfeng returned to the palace, Wu Meier had finished her work and was accompanying Zhiyuan and Yihan.

In the reincarnation picture, Wu Meier knew that the opportunity to play the time array was rare, so she failed to teach them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and spent most of her time practicing.

The two little ones were basically brought up by Qi Ling, and now she wants to spend more time with them when she has time.

At first, I was worried that the two little ones would not be used to the reincarnation picture, but they felt everything was new and had a great time.

Seeing Zeng Qingfeng coming back, the two little ones immediately rushed over:

"Daddy is back!"

"Daddy hugs!"

Wu Meier also stood up, looked at Zeng Qingfeng and asked softly:

"Husband, have you eaten yet? Do you want someone to bring some food and wine?"

"Can!"

Zeng Qingfeng picked up the two little guys. Although he had just drank wine, he didn't eat much food.

I haven’t had a good meal with my two kids since we came out, so now it’s a reunion dinner.

Wu Meier asked Eunuch Cao to prepare food, and the family had a decent reunion dinner.

After eating and drinking, the palace maid took her two children to wash up. Wu Meier asked curiously:

"What did your husband do when he came back?"

"It's nothing, I just drank some wine at the Laifu Inn."

Of course Zeng Qingfeng would not tell anything about Su Qianyi. No matter how generous a woman is, her feelings are always selfish.

Wu Meier knew that Zeng Qingfeng didn't want to talk about things and it was useless to ask, so she could only change the subject and said:

"Husband, you seem to know a lot of things. Do you know how my father died?"

This has become a problem for her. Back then, her father was a monk at the pinnacle of the Imperial Realm and could live for hundreds of years.

However, he had only been in power for less than fifty years when he suddenly went crazy and died violently.

She never believed that her father died practicing martial arts, but she couldn't find any evidence.

The emperor's status was special and he had to be laid to rest as soon as possible. He couldn't just keep his bones to look for evidence, right?

Zeng Qingfeng was slightly startled when he heard this. He really knew about this matter, but he just didn't know how to tell Wu Meier.

He thought for a while and said:

"I do know how your father died. No more than three people in Chang'an City know about this matter."

Hearing this, Wu Meier suddenly became excited and her body was trembling:

"Husband, do you really know? Was my father killed?"

"That's right"

Zeng Qingfeng smiled bitterly. Even if he told the truth, Wu Meier might not believe it!

Wu Meier saw that her husband was a little embarrassed, so she took a deep breath and said:

"Husband, just tell the truth, I want to know the truth."

"Well, I'll tell you what I know."

Zeng Qingfeng nodded slightly, then looked at Wu Meier and said:

"Did you know that there is a basement in Leng Palace, where many exercises are written?"

"I know this, but Grandpa Huang and my father have been telling me since I was little: There is something wrong with the exercises there, so don't read them, let alone practice them, otherwise."

Speaking of this, Wu Meier's eyes suddenly opened wide.

She understood something and asked in disbelief:

"Husband, do you mean that my father secretly practiced the techniques in it?"

"That's right."

Zeng Qingfeng nodded and continued:

"I know a little about the exercises inside. According to my inference, those exercises are half-true and half-false, and they should have been deliberately modified. If I am not mistaken, the above exercises are those of your great ancestor.

Left behind by the emperor."

"Left by Emperor Taizu?"

Wu Meier's eyes widened even more. If it was really left by Emperor Taizu, why was it half-truth and half-false?

Zeng Qingfeng also fell into memories. When he learned about the basement from an old eunuch in the cold palace, he spent more than ten years studying the exercises in it.

At first he was curious and followed the practice, but as expected he became obsessed with it.

Later, he began to try to decipher the fake skills inside, but after several years of hard work, he still couldn't fully understand it.

His qualifications were ordinary at first, and becoming a monk was the result of countless years of refining herbs and elixirs for himself to improve his body.

Until once again he suddenly figured out: the above exercises had been deliberately modified, and even people with extraordinary talents may not be able to understand the real part.

Tone is a waste of time trying it yourself, it is better to find the rules.

So in the end he began to think reversely: that secret room should be one of the highest secrets of the Tang Dynasty, and ordinary people were definitely not qualified to know it.

If it were an enemy, they could destroy all the exercises, so why would they make half-truth modifications?

And if you want to modify it so that other monks can't see the flaws, you definitely need to know those techniques very well.

As a method inherited from the royal family, only the royal family can understand it.

But why do people from the royal family harm their own people?

Zeng Qingfeng had no doubts about this, and quickly speculated whether there was someone in the royal family of the Tang Dynasty who hated the Tang Dynasty for some reason.

After torturing hundreds of people in the palace, he asked about a secret of the Tang Dynasty.

"Madam, there should be someone from the royal family outside now, right?"

"Husband, I am the only one left in the royal family. If Zhiyuan and Yihan are also included, there are three."

Zeng Qingfeng was a son-in-law, so of course he couldn't be considered a member of the royal family, so he didn't care.

Just seeing Wu Mei'er's determined face, he shook his head and said with a smile:

"Madam, you missed one more."

"No, we really have no one left in the royal family."

"Don't think about the recent past. Let me ask you: Is it true that no one in the royal family has left? As long as it is recorded in your genealogy but has not been crossed out, it will be counted."

Zeng Qingfeng reminded her again, Wu Meier knew that her husband would not make lies out of thin air, so she frowned and thought about it.

After a few breaths, she suddenly raised her head and said:

"I remembered! About three thousand years ago, my great-great-grandfather Wu Ming'an was not qualified to be the emperor. He had an older brother named Wu Mingqi, who was the crown prince at the time. Wu Mingqi had excellent cultivation aptitude, and he became the emperor before he was fifty.

I have cultivated to the peak of the Loose Immortal Realm, and it is very possible to become a true immortal in the future. It’s a pity.”

"It's a pity that he couldn't bear his temper and actually wanted to rebel and usurp the throne. Then the emperor was furious and sent people to arrest him and interrogate him. But in the end, he led people into the palace and killed the old emperor. But when everyone was

When I thought he would sit on the throne of the emperor naturally, he said with great disdain: He has only pursued strength in his life and has no interest in the status of emperor. In the end, he gave it to your great grandfather, right?"

Zeng Qingfeng said the rest of his words, and Wu Meier could only smile bitterly:

"Husband, you even know the secrets of our royal family. Yes, things are similar to what you said, but what does this have to do with my father's death?"

Zeng Qingfeng looked into Wu Meier's eyes and asked:

"Madam, think about it, did the decline of your royal masters begin three thousand years ago?"
Chapter completed!