true identity

Opportunities are fleeting and must be firmly grasped, like choking the throat of fate, like grabbing the hand of your sweetheart, and like seeing Aunt Xiang's face.

Liu Lin brought Zhao Ci in and left.The restrained Zhao Ci approached Aunt Xiang and saluted respectfully.

Aunt Xiang sighed softly, and pulled him to sit beside her: "Seeing you and Yan'er growing up, I am really getting older day by day."

He didn't know how to say nice words, so Zhao Ci simply and considerately picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea to Aunt Xiang.

"Gongsun Ming told me what happened to you at the foot of the mountain. You forgot that we followed other people as a follower. The first time I heard it, I felt like the sky was falling. It was really hard to believe that such a thing would happen. Happened. You are the grandson of Princess Jingshu and the son of Zhao Yue. As a descendant of the royal family, you do such indecent things. It's better to leave." Aunt Xiang said.

"Aunt Xiang..." Zhao Ci wondered why she said that, "wasn't it you who sent Gongsun Ming to look for me in the first place? And Qin Ke, he also sent Ge Dong to look for me. Now that I have returned to Hanfeng Shan, why do you think so again?"

"Yes, I really wanted to find you back at the beginning." When mentioning the past, Aunt Xiang's eyes flew towards Zhao Ci like blades of wind, making his spine shiver.

"As a bridegroom, you escaped from marriage, and abandoned Yan'er stayed alone on the mountain. I was so angry that I wanted to kill you." Aunt Xiang put down the cup heavily, and Zhao Ci was stunned with a thud.

He pointed back at himself: "I ran away from marriage? With whom? Gongsun Ming?" I didn't expect this kind of story to happen. If the bride was Gongsun Ming, he didn't act like an abandoned wife and hated himself.It shouldn't be Gongsun Ming, after all, he saw him and said where he wanted to hide himself.But if not him, then who else.Zhao Ci thought about the men and women he saw after entering the mountain, and felt that there were no other candidates.

He was still thinking deeply, but the name Aunt Xiang said made him fall to the ground.

"What are you thinking? How could it be Gongsun Ming? Of course it's Yan'er." Aunt Xiang glanced at him and blamed him for joking.

Your choice is a joke!

Zhao Ci's mouth was so wide open that he could stuff an entire egg, and he took in too much information all of a sudden, and his brain circuits were burned out and short-circuited.He fell to the ground and looked at Aunt Xiang in astonishment. He stammered and asked, "You mean Zhao Yan? My sister! But she is my own sister!?" These ancient people were all self-denying and respectful. I didn't expect Aunt Xiang to let his brother marry his sister. What kind of etiquette system is this?Zhao Ci said that he accepted incompetence and absolutely resisted it.

"What do you say, get up first." The etiquette that has been taught for so many years has been knocked back to its original form after amnesia. Aunt Xiang gave him a rather impatient look, and waited for him to close his mouth and sit down obediently before replying: " Zhao Yan is not your sister, shut up and listen to me."

She suppressed Zhao Ci's fuss, and signaled the maid to guard the door with her eyes, and then slowly explained to Zhao Ci what happened back then when she was sure that the room was empty.

Zhao Jingshu died after giving birth to Zhao Yue. Poor Zhao Yue was raised without father and mother by the chief guard Gong Sunshu and maid Fu Xueqin.At that time, the support of the Zhao family was hidden, and all the hopes of the staff were pinned on such a weak child.The greater the expectation, the greater the pressure, and the ignorance of children, so the head guard took the responsibility.He has a strict personality and demands perfection in things.When he met Zhao Yue who was also the master and son, he wanted him to excel in everything but couldn't bear him to overcome obstacles.

Contradictory expectations make Zhao Yue confused from time to time.

The chief guard and maid who made him feel closest and most trustworthy became more and more alienated as he grew up, and the intimacy of childhood was no longer there. To him, they were all indifference due to differences in status.Everyone puts on a mask of more or less deep or shallow, and the smile is becoming more and more rigid.He began to doubt himself and his life, and the only thing that remained unchanged was one goal—to be strong and restore the country.

That was the desire to form a sea from a drop of water, and it weighed heavily on him like Mount Tai, making the young man's smile gradually cool down, and even his hair grew prematurely at a young age.He lived up to expectations and became a talented young man. He was able to master Wen Tao and martial arts at his fingertips, and Gongsun Shu's martial arts were equally engraved in his heart.

The only consolation is that he still has a companion.

Gongsun Shu picked up a young man from the back mountain. He was taciturn and timid, his torn clothes could barely cover his body, and his long dirty hair almost became a mop.But this child has a pair of sharp eyes, and the torch-like gaze that can pierce your heart when you lift your bangs.

This young man was Qin Ke. Fu Xueqin, who had already been a prostitute at the time, cleaned him up and accompanied Zhao Yue as a book boy.

Not to mention where Qin Ke came from, no one knows what his past is like, but since he has become a member of Hanfeng Mountain, he must serve Zhao Yue well.He is easy to learn, even if Zhao Yue knows how to learn, he will take it down like a book.Zhao Yue is a genius, he can never forget, Qin Ke is obsessed with reading, holding a book and holding a sword day and night.Fortunately, there was still Gongsun Xiang who was able to make some noise and heat up the atmosphere, otherwise these two people would be dead in the competition.

"Qin Ke envied and admired Zhao Yue's superiority, but at the same time he was unwilling to surpass him." Talking about the past, Aunt Xiang shook her head helplessly and amusedly, as if lamenting that young people don't know their worries.

There is a clear light in her eyes, and the autumn moon dimly reflects the autumn water, cutting out lovesickness and sorrow.

There are two excellent young men in the story. Although the growth of chasing each other is full of competition, Zhao Ci can't ignore the girl who is silently observing behind.

The hairpin on the sideburns shakes its head, and the years when the heart of spring is sprouting, who caught who's eyes again?

The two were surprisingly consistent in the grand plan of restoring the country, as proud as if the man came to this world in vain if he did nothing.Making plans and being driven by others, collecting money, buying and selling soldiers and horses to hoard food and grass, they seem to be playing chess, step by step and steadily laying out a beautiful layout.

While building themselves, they also observed Xiao Tingchuan's news.

How could Xiao Heng's son be such an idiot? After the new emperor ascended the throne, he issued new policies and thunderous measures to eradicate the demons, and at the same time won the hearts of the people.

Game games are often only interesting when you come and go. Zhao Yue was very satisfied with having a good opponent at first, but gradually he couldn't smile on his face.

When a difficulty falls in your path, all you can do is go around it, step over it, or stand still.

Xiao Tingchuan is Zhao Yue's biggest obstacle.

Zhao Yue has Qin Ke as his right-hand assistant, but Xiao Tingchuan has thousands of advisers.The strength of the two is very different, and the latter is still far beyond the horizon.

Several small actions were suppressed by Xiao Tingchuan, soldiers and horses were cut off food and grass and burned, and the chain of funds was almost broken. The snow in Hanfeng Mountain that year was as heavy as a goose feather. They used to be able to burn charcoal extravagantly to keep warm like a dog's day. Shivering and huddling in the cold clothes, he couldn't get out a piece of hot coal.

Frustrated, Zhao Yue began to drink away his worries, and when the alcohol paralyzed his emotions and mind, he sat on the steps of the hall in a daze against the howling wind and snow.Tired of hearing Qin Ke's persuasion, he turned him away, and the hem of his clothes trembled in the wind, fluttering like he was about to ascend to immortality.

The cold wind blew Gongsun Xiang's braids behind her, and she wrapped her clothes tightly and came to him: "Young Master, it's cold outside, why don't you go in?"

Zhao Yue drank bottle after bottle of wine, the choking smell of wine dispersed in the air with his breath, his eyelashes turned white, and his temple hair was like the whiteness that has been washed repeatedly in the long river of time.

He turned his head to look at Gongsun Xiang, his cheeks were unnaturally red, and the tip of his nose was also red from the cold. If it weren't for his half-closed eyes, Gongsun Xiang almost thought he had just cried.

"Xiang'er, am I a good-for-nothing?" He asked with a belch, forgetting all manners and manners.

This question made Gongsun Xiang almost cry, how could he be a waste in her heart.She has always admired his wisdom and erudition, and made her feel ashamed of his superb martial arts.She wanted to comfort her, but when she opened her mouth, the windward snowflakes drifted into her throat, choking her tears.

Tears go with the wind, and the lost soldiers of the old country can only pay tribute and mourn, erase the pain and move on.

It's easier said than done.

Zhao Yue slowly let go of his goal, and he argued with Qin Ke several times.Gongsun Xiang once heard Zhao Yue yelling at Qin Ke: "You are overestimated! You are overestimated! Who do you think you are, you can't even compare with me, and you still want to compete with Xiao Tingchuan? Do you think you are superhuman or not?" Nine lives, yes, you don’t have it, and neither do other people on and off Hanfeng Mountain, so don’t take yourself seriously.”

The unpleasant quarrel soon stopped, Qin Ke was often silent, his stubbornness made Zhao Yue's teeth itch with anger.

"Get lost!" Zhao Yue yelled.

Qin Ke slammed the door and found Gongsun Xiang.

There was a deep sword scratch on his face, and a lot of blood flowed from the wound, which covered his face and looked creepy.This appearance made Gongsun Xiang cry out in fright.

"You guys are doing it!" Gongsun Xiang immediately stepped forward and handed him a handkerchief, and before Qin Ke could react, he opened the door to find Zhao Yue: "Young Master, are you alright?"

Of course the young master is safe and sound, but it is true, how could Qin Ke do anything.When Gongsun Xiangping went out calmly, he found that Qin Ke had disappeared.

One expects that he will not succeed, and the other stubbornly wants to prove that he can.

The house sparrow stiffened its wings and wanted to fly over the eagle.

But an eagle is always an eagle. In Hanfeng Mountain, as long as Zhao Yue is around, Qin Ke is a slave.

Fu Xueqin and Gongsun Shu arranged Zhao Yue's marriage and left without shame.Zhao Yue was unable to have children for the first two years after marriage, and Gongsun Xiang found a small wooden basin at the foot of the mountain on his way out.There was a child in the tub, probably only five or six months old, winking at her with big black eyes.Those nimble eyes made Gongsun Xiang's heart move, and the child was carried to Hanfeng Mountain. He was named Zhao Ci because he was the son of heaven.

I don't know if this child is a Fuwa, but in the third year he came to Hanfeng Mountain, Zhao Yue's wife's belly gradually grew.

Zhao Yan then fell to the ground.

But in the same year, the depressed Zhao Yue died, and his wife died of illness.

"Yan'er is not my real sister..." Zhao Ci replied in a daze after hearing all this, "No, it should be said that I am not your young master." He shook his head.

"I said you are what you are." Gongsun Xiang said forcefully.

"Then you still let me marry Zhao Yan." Zhao Ci immediately retorted.

"Is there any contradiction between the young master and marriage?"

There's really no contradiction in that.Zhao Ci couldn't think of a point of rebuttal for a while, so he smacked his lips and asked, "Does anyone else know?"

"Who are you asking?" Gongsun Xiang asked with sideways eyes.

Zhao Cipa held his fingers: "So, you, people."

Gongsun Xiang sneered: "I think you want to ask Gongsun Ming. I, a blind old woman, can see his flirtatiousness."

Zhao Ci seemed to have taken a big mouthful of super invincible sweet and greasy cream, and suddenly panicked: "Why are you all—then you still let me marry Zhao Yan!" After hearing such a long story, he has now walked into the The character in the story is just like the child who winked at her back then, leaving behind all worries and intimacy and fetters.

This accusation left Gongsun Xiang with nowhere to escape, she was embarrassed and said helplessly: "Do you know why I took you in back then?"

"Didn't you see that I was born beautiful?" Zhao Ci asked stinkingly.

Gongsun Xiang glanced at him: "You are beautiful, but you are not as good-looking as Zhao Yue's little finger. You compare with Yan'er, are you as beautiful as her?"

This is of course incomparable, she is a 100% beauty, and she can be so beautiful before she grows up that she can't wait to give her a pair of sincerity, how can he compare.

"It's because of Princess Jingshu's instructions." Gongsun Xiangyu said to Zhao Ci earnestly.

Zhao, Jing, Shu?

The totem behind him, the unnamed phoenix, and the instructions received by Gongsun Xiang all indicated a person, and it was a dead person—Zhao Jingshu.

What exactly is going on?