"Why did your beloved concubine say this?" Emperor Zongzheng was very surprised. Concubine Lan expressed his inner thoughts.

"This is the only and most effective way to ensure Feng'er's safety." Concubine Lan said solemnly.

At present, except for Xiao Ge'er, the two remaining in the battle for the throne: Mu Yun and Mu Liang. No matter who inherited the throne in the future, even if the prince was a farmer in the countryside, he could not escape the fate of being assassinated. Changing his identities can save his life and spend the rest of his life quietly.

Emperor Zong Zheng stared at her for a long time, hugged her in her arms and sighed softly: "Qinger, in my harem, you can only express your heart. Will Qinger blame me in his heart in the past few years?"

Concubine Lan snuggled quietly in her lover's arms, and a faint warmth surged in her heart.

As Emperor Zongzheng said, only those who know others are Qing'er. She is not unaware that the emperor's purpose of favoring Ming concubines in recent years, as the emperor's concubine, must have to endure all these things. Therefore, she has never blamed the emperor. It is impossible and unrealistic to completely overpower the emperor's heart. She has long learned to put herself in a position that is not revealed and not exposed. Being able to be his listener is also a kind of happiness.

"Emperor, I understand. No matter what the emperor does, I am willing to be by your side."

In a private room in the restaurant, Ming Xiulei was rarely gloomy and sad. The consequences of the family were unexpected. Unexpectedly, the second aunt finally left and disappeared. His father took leave on the grounds of being ill. He had not been to court for three days and did not step out of the room. His mother was so anxious that she had no choice but to cry when she saw him. He didn't know how to comfort her mother, so he could only come to the restaurant to drink.

Tan Jun went up the third floor worriedly, walked into the room at the end, and said to Ming Xiuhao: "Young master, the master is locked in the room all day and never left the house, so he is not relieved."

Ming Xiuhao raised his eyes and said indifferently: "You can go back to see him anytime. You can also greet me by the way."

"Young Master, after so many years of the matter, can't you let it go?" Tan Jun said helplessly.

Ming Xiuhao twitched half of his mouth slightly and sneered coldly: "These are two different things. He is a good official and a bad person. These are the bitter fruits he should taste, and he cannot blame others."

Tan Jun was speechless, sighed deeply in his heart, and turned around and left.

Ming Xiuhao sat quietly for a long time, slowly took off half of his mask, gently stroked the unevenness with his hand. For twenty years, this disfigured sorrow has always been the devil that lingers in his heart. Every time he dreams of midnight, he will always be awakened by the nightmare that he does not want to recall. His mother's tragic death has even planted an irreversible hatred and pain in his heart.

Over the years, he has not been able to find clues to investigate the murderer. He used to hope that he would grow up quickly, and when he grows up, the passage of time has washed away the traces of the disaster so that he could not find any trace. Despite this, he still did not give up, but as hope became more and more slim, he could not see a spark, and his heart continued to sink.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the box downstairs. Ming Xiuhao walked to the window and looked down through the gauze curtain. A familiar figure came into his eyes.

"Fourth brother, stop drinking, you still have to go to work." Ming Xixi grabbed the wine glass and the wine jar, and poured the sober tea to Ming Xiulei. "For this little thing, you can learn from others that you are not drunk for a thousand cups. Do you think you are a wine fairy?"

"I won't drink tea, give me wine." Ming Xiulei's face turned red and his mouth was full of alcohol. He was not drunk, but just wanted to use this to vent his depression.

"Actually, you care a lot about that dad, right?" Ming Xixi simply poured all the sobering tea into the wine jar, shook it hard for a few times, and put it in front of Ming Xiulei, "Drink it, this one will definitely have wine."

Ming Xiulei rolled his eyes in anger. He was so drunk that he was ruined by his fifth sister. "He is a father, why don't I care? My mother is sad, why don't I care? Wu sister, are you very happy?"

"Yes, I'm very happy, because the mistress who murdered my mother and I finally got out! If I say I'm unhappy, then I'm not hypocritical?" Ming Xixi looked at his eyes that were red with drinking and spoke out bluntly.

Ming Xiulei was stunned and said, "But dad is very innocent, can't you go back and see him?"

"He is innocent? The fourth brother's words are really funny." Ming Xixi sneered, "Is it normal for men to have three wives and four concubines here? He takes concubines when he takes concubines, why should he abandon his wife and daughter? Why let the mistress do something wrong? Just because my mother didn't give birth to a son for him, it was because the mistress was so good that the mistress's daughter was a treasure, and the wife's daughter was a gang grass. What is this? As the first-rank prime minister and the head of civil servants in the court, he did such a conscience regardless of ethics and morality. Do you ask me to go back and see him? If he bowed the thorns and apologized to my mother, I will forgive him. Otherwise, everything will be free."

"Fifth sister..." Ming Xiulei wanted to persuade him but had no way to speak. He hugged the wine jar and poured it hard. Ming Xixi didn't care whether he leaned against the window and watched him drink, but his eyes couldn't help but rush out the window. She remembered that she had seen the elder brother in that room. Why didn't the elder brother go back to visit the father during the Ming Mansion? What kind of story does the elder brother have if he hadn't finished?

She lowered her head and looked at the street downstairs. The people and cars were coming and going. Suddenly, her eyes stopped on someone who stood at the door of Yunlai Teahouse, looked at the signboard, and walked into the teahouse.

"Fourth brother, I'll go." Ming Xixi quickly ran out of the box, went downstairs, ran to the door of Yunlai Teahouse opposite, and took big steps into it.

"Waiter, come and make a pot of white tea." After a quick glance, Ming Xixi walked to the Taoist's seat next to him and sat down, shouted to the waiter with a thick voice.

"Come on, young master, there is no white tea in our store at present. You can choose to drink something else." As soon as the guy's eyes fell on the customer's face, he felt like he couldn't move. He had not seen anyone he had seen before for a few years? He had never seen a handsome guest, such as the young master in front of him.

Ming Xixi deliberately showed a embarrassed expression, and his eyes fell on the pot of tea sitting next to him, "Waiter, what tea did the Taoist priest drink?"

"Oh, that Taoist priest was drinking Maojian tea." The waiter glanced at it and replied. Ming Xixi asked curiously: "Is Maojian tea delicious?"

The waiter looked at her innocent and cute appearance and smiled: "This, everyone has their own preferences, it's hard to say if you are young."

"Uh, wait a moment, I'll ask the Taoist priest to go." After Ming Xixi said that, she moved her butt and sat next to the Taoist priest, glanced at the tea in his cup curiously, "Master, does your Maojian tea taste good?"
Chapter completed!