I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Shen Guiling's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he reacted extremely quickly, without even turning his head, and still kept moving forward.

Shen Qingyu had anticipated Shen Guiling's reaction and smiled: "Why, are you not answering because you feel guilty?"

Shen Qingyu had been suspicious since Bai Mi suddenly appeared in Shen Garden. It wasn't until last night, when he saw Bai Mi holding his head and calling Shen Guiling "Brother," that he finally connected all of Bai Mi's previous actions.

If it were someone else, let alone being beaten into submission and calling him brother, Shen Qingyu wouldn't be suspicious even if he called him grandpa. But this person happened to be the legitimate son of the eldest princess of the Bai family, which was very suspicious.

It was well known that the Bai family was both arrogant and conceited, and they naturally felt that the blood flowing in their veins was superior to others. Because of Bai Jira's Teddy behavior, the Bai royal family even called the old prince's bloodline a bastard bloodline.

How could such a rigid and harsh royal family casually call a foreign illegitimate child "brother"?

What's more, as long as you have real contact with Bai Mi, it is not difficult to see that the boy is like a wolf. He almost starved to death in Shen Garden but never admitted defeat. How could he really betray Shen Guiling after being hit by two punches?

However, this is just Shen Qingyu's guess, and other evidence is needed to verify it.

So, he deliberately provoked Bai Mi just to see if his guess was correct.

If Shen Guiling was really related to the Bai family, the Bai family would definitely try to force him to confess in order to conceal his identity. As expected, even the army was dispatched in the end!

Facing Shen Qingyu's aggressiveness, Shen Guiling simply turned his head slightly and looked at him with the same eyes as if he were mentally retarded: "Internal bleeding? Intracranial hemorrhage? No wonder he's talking nonsense."

"Tsk!" Shen Qingyu almost laughed out of anger, deliberately disgusting him: "Come to think of it, it was you who reminded me that using oneself as a chess piece is indeed useful."

Shen Guiling finally stopped and slowly turned around.

His face remained expressionless, his deep eyes filled with mist: "Shen Qingyu, everything must be based on evidence."

"Evidence?" Shen Qingyu didn't know what he was thinking, and a dark flash passed through his eyes: "I don't need it. I'm not Shen Lanxi. It will take a long time for him to catch your tail. But I can do it right away~"

As he spoke, he looked back and said, "That guy has been staring at me since I followed him here. What do you think his reaction would be if I assassinated you now?"

Shen Guiling raised his eyelids slightly, but before he could react, Shen Qingyu suddenly attacked, strangled his neck from behind and choked him.

The legion commanders were loyal only to the royal family, so logically, they would just stand by and watch. If they came forward to defend the situation, it would, to some extent, confirm Shen Qingyu's suspicions.

Shen Guiling turned sideways and was about to fight back, but he caught a glimpse of Patton rushing up the gangway. He made a quick decision and changed his mind.

——The arm that was originally prepared to block suddenly lost its strength, and the body followed the force tightened by Shen Qingyu, in an extremely "awkward" but subtly avoiding the vital parts, and staggered forward, and the whole person "fell" solidly to the ground.

"Huh?" Shen Qingyu rubbed his wrist, "Pretend! Who are you pretending for?"

As soon as the words fell, a roar suddenly came from my ears: "Shen Qingyu, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly hit someone? This is too much!"

Before he could react, a figure rushed up to him and pushed him hard.

"I......"

Shen Guiling was about to explain, but Jiang Huashan didn't listen at all and ran towards the actor on the ground without looking back.

"Shen Guiling, are you okay?"

Shen Guiling covered his chest, coughed lightly, and fell into her arms: "Not very well, I feel a little dizzy."

Barton paused, stood five steps away in silence for a moment, and finally turned around and got off the plane without saying a word.

"No!" Shen Qingyu didn't care about Patton anymore. He was almost mad at Jiang Huashan.

You blind girl, can't you see that this idiot is pretending?

But even so, he still held back his anger and stepped forward to kick Shen Guiling's feet: "Get up, Shen Guiling, are you still a man? What's the point of hiding in a woman's arms?"

Shen Guiling turned a deaf ear and leaned closer to him.

"you……"

"What do you mean?! That's enough, Shen Qingyu! If you continue to bully Shen Guiling like this, I will tell grandpa." Jiang Huashan helped Shen Guiling stand up, "Let's go over there and ignore him."

"Hey?" Shen Qingyu covered his forehead and stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a word.

He really couldn't understand how Jiang Huashan, who usually looked so smart, could be fooled by Shen Guiling's poor acting skills.

Shen Lanxi watched Jiang Huashan supporting Shen Guiling as they walked past her, and the light in her eyes instantly sank to freezing point.

He turned around and looked at Shen Qingyu, who was spinning in circles, expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Sit still. If you don't have a brain, stay out of trouble."

"..."

Shen Qingyu looked at the two heads leaning against each other in the front row, and was so angry that he almost bit his back teeth off.

How could Shen Guiling, that bastard, be so shameless?!

On the other side, Jiang Huashan, who seemed to be asking about Shen Guiling's well-being, looked alert. He gently pulled the corner of Shen Guiling's clothes and said in a very soft voice: "Why did Shen Qingyu suddenly stare at you?"

She had been sitting in the corner observing the two of them until she saw Shen Guiling fall down on purpose. She immediately got Shen Guiling's distress signal and stepped forward.

Shen Guiling tilted his head and whispered in her ear, "He doubts my identity."

Jiang Huashan was slightly stunned, his eyes full of surprise. He lowered his head to glance at Shen Guiling, and immediately shifted his gaze as his face approached: "He knows that you are the descendant of the prince? How did he know?"

Shen Guiling: "It's probably not that specific, but it's pretty close. Shen Qingyu is different from Shen Lanxi. Shen Lanxi wants evidence, but Shen Qingyu only wants a feeling."

"Feeling?" Jiang Huashan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something. He was about to turn back but held back his impulse: "He just deliberately provoked you. Was he testing Barton's reaction?"

Although Patton concealed it well, to Jiang Huashan, who knew the inside story, the old general was still full of flaws. Especially when he looked at Shen Guiling, it was a throbbing that could not be suppressed even if he concealed it.

Shen Guiling should be aware of this feeling.

That's why he asked her for help.

Jiang Huashan thought for a moment and patted Shen Guiling's shoulder gently: "Don't be afraid, the most important thing about this matter is Grandpa's attitude. Let's find a way to make Grandpa accept it first."

Shen Guiling nodded and leaned on her shoulder with peace of mind: "Okay."

*

The plane's engines roared loudly as it slid onto the runway, accelerated, and finally soared into the sky. The silver fuselage gradually became a point of light in the azure sky.

On the tarmac, the White Elephant Legion soldiers stood in perfect formation, like a silent forest of steel. At the front of the line, General Patton stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, as if nothing could shake him in the slightest.

Until the light spot completely disappeared at the end of his sight, he still looked in the direction where the plane disappeared, as if he could follow it further through the clouds.

The morning breeze blew his gray temples and also blew the broken crown emblem on his chest, a symbol of loyalty and mourning.

Patton slowly and solemnly raised his right arm, put his fingers together, and lightly touched his temple with his fingertips, performing a perfectly standard military salute...

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