"Aunt Qing?"

Man'er thought for a while, and shook her head, "I don't know."

Yuan Qingling looked at her confused and distressed look and couldn't help but say, "Man'er, do you mind if I'll do hypnosis for you?"

"Okay, the princess told me to do whatever I asked me to do."

Man'er said obediently.

Yuan Qingling first lit the incense of water, then put a soft cushion on the imperial chaise longue, let her lie down comfortably, brought a chair and sat in front of her, staring at Man'er with gentle eyes, and said, "Man'er, now imagine the mountains, water, woods, people, and animals running in the mountains in your southern border."

Man'er began to think that scene after scene, it was not very clear, and even a little blurry.

"Okay, now close your eyes, and you can't think about what you think about anymore," Yuan Qingling's voice was very gentle, like the spring breeze, which made people's hearts calm in an instant. "You can't think about those winding mountain roads, those dense forests, the animals running around the mountains, and the quietly flowing river water. There are broken leaves floating on the river water, and the broken leaves are spinning in the water. You can't think about these anymore, forget."

As Yuan Qingling's voice rang out, Man'er's memory of the mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang gradually became clearer. The more he told himself not to think about it, the obsession kept wandering there.

The mountain road is full of hawthorn trees, and the red fruit technique hangs on the side of the road. Occasionally, the sound of hawthorn falling off. There are colorful mandala flowers all over the mountain and wild lilies in the valley. She was walking on the mountain road, and a rabbit followed her. When she turned around, the rabbit hid in the grass and did not pop up for a long time.

Someone called her, and she raised her head and responded, and then someone held her hands to walk forward. The person walking in front had a tall back. He was talking and said she was not allowed to run out by herself.

She called out to the man, "Ahon!"

The man turned around, his eyebrows were blurred, but she could feel the gentle gaze.

Yuan Qingling kept watching the changes on her face quietly. She began to be quiet, smiling, acting coquettishly, and finally began to change. She was a little nervous and her body was tense. After a while, she suddenly screamed, opened her eyes suddenly, grabbed Yuan Qingling's wrist with both hands, her eyes were filled with fear, and she was breathing heavily.

Yuan Qingling gently patted the back of her hand and said gently: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a dream, it's a dream."

"Dream?"

Man'er's face was still pale, and she was stunned for a long time, "Have you fallen asleep?"

"Yes, you fell asleep," Yuan Qingling held her hand and asked softly: "Tell me, what did you dream about?"

"Ahon is dead."

Man'er murmured, with a more terrified look in his eyes. "A lot of blood flowed down from the stone steps. He lay on the stone steps, was kicked, and then rolled down and stopped moving. The huge fire kept burning, burning over."

"Ahon?"

Yuan Qingling looked at her, "Is it your Ahon?"

Man'er was very nervous, "I don't know, I don't know, the princess, I don't know."

"Okay, Man'er, don't panic, we don't want to, don't want to."

Yuan Qingling hugged her. She had never seen her so panic before. She couldn't help feeling extremely guilty. If some memories were sealed, the person who sealed her must have wanted to protect her and didn't want her to face it.

"This dream is so terrifying."

Man'er had a cold war all over.

"It's a dream, so don't take it to heart, don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore."

Yuan Qingling patted her back and comforted her.

Man'er was hugged by Yuan Qingling in a daze. The scene in the dream was still very clear. The bright red blood seemed to flow out of her heart, which would hurt.

Yuan Qingling comforted her for a moment, asked her to go back and rest, and then told Qiluo to look at her and tell her immediately if something happened.

Later, Yu Wenhao also returned to the room. Yuan Qingling poured him a glass of water. He sat down and waved his hand, "Don't drink anymore. I drank a lot of tea while chatting with them."

"How about it?

How did the King of Southern Xinjiang die?”

Yuan Qingling sat down and asked.

Yu Wenhao sighed lightly, with a deep look in his eyebrows, "It was a disaster for the family to be destroyed. What they said was similar to Xiao Hongchen's investigation. At that time, the bodies were cleaned up. The Nanjiang King's family had only the concubine of the Nanjiang King and their youngest daughter. However, the concubine had already left before the accident of the Nanjiang King, so it should not be in that disaster."

"What about their little daughter?"

Yuan Qingling raised his heart, wondering if it was Man'er.

"I don't know whereabouts. Two servants in the mansion ran out, suspecting that they had escaped with the little princess. Xiao Hongchen has investigated and told me that this is indeed the case."

Yuan Qingling asked, "How old is the little princess at that time?"

"It should be like eight or nine years old. Now ten years have passed. If the little princess is alive, she will be about the same age as Man'er."

Yuwenhao said.

Yuan Qingling's face changed slightly, "Who is the murderer?

Can it be found out?"

"At that time, it was suspected that it was sent by the wizards in the northern border, because they had never been very obedient to the rule of the Southern King. Unfortunately, the witnesses were not found at that time. Except for the slaves and the little princess who escaped, the others were all dead and even the mansion was burned."

Yuan Qingling looked at him suddenly, "Burning the mansion?"

Yuwenhao said: "It was not finished. Because the murderer retreated at that time, and the nearby people came to put out the fire, the corpse could basically be identified."

"Did the King of Southern Xinjiang hide his body under the stone steps?"

Yuan Qingling asked again.

Yuwenhao looked at her with a surprised look on his face, "How do you know?"

Yuan Qingling gasped, "Oh my God, Lao Wu, Man'er may be the youngest daughter of the King of Southern Xinjiang."

"How to see it?"

Yuwenhao asked.

Yuan Qingling told Yuwenhao what Man'er said tonight, "She said that she saw Ah Weng shed a lot of blood and was kicked down on the stone steps, and then stopped moving. Then she said that she saw a lot of fire, and everything she said was right."

Yuwenhao's expression became solemn, "Old Yuan, no one can tell about this. People in the southern border have been looking for this little princess, especially the wizards in the northern border. They have sent people to Beijing. On the surface, they are looking for the witches and the witches who were missing before, but I suspect they are coming for the little princess."

"Are they going to kill Man'er?"

Yuan Qingling already regarded Man'er as the little princess.

"I don't know what the purpose is, but if the death of the King of Southern Xinjiang was done by the wizards in the north of Xinjiang, they might have to eliminate the roots. Hey, no, did Man'er remember the things in Southern Xinjiang from your hypnosis?

But she has a connection with Nanjiang. Didn’t she have to arrange something to wait?"

"That's right, Man'er seems to know some people from southern Xinjiang, but she has no impression of her parents and family."

Yuan Qingling found it very strange. Is there anyone in southern Xinjiang who keeps in touch with Man'er?
Chapter completed!