This speculation made both of them feel complicated and heavy.

"A story that sounds very complicated and bizarre has directly changed the fate of a woman's life." Zixi sighed softly, with a little silence in his voice, "This matter must be investigated clearly."

Regarding the murmurs that Chu Chen heard tonight, Zixi had a little guess in his mind, but he did not dare to make a conclusion for the time being.

It took too long. If the story goes back to Princess Lingyun's fifteen years, at least twenty-five years have passed so far.

It takes time to dig out many things little by little, and you can't be too eager to achieve success, otherwise you may be alarmed.

Zixi looked at the sky and said lightly: "It's getting late, go back to bed first, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

Chu Chen nodded.

At this moment, I felt a rare mess in my heart, and many secrets were to be investigated.

But compared to those things that have been long gone, what he could not let go of was the sentence Princess Lingyun said that Xi would die, and there would be no successor to Lingguo.

Is it possible that what she really wants to say is that Feng Weiyu will die and there will be no successor to Daxia?

But...what if not?

Chu Chen frowned, and anxieties that could not be concealed were hovering in his heart.

...

"Master." Qin Shang stood in front of the bed wearing a white bedclothes, and his hair that had just been bathed was still filled with a faint water vapor.

Under the lights, the handsome face showed a calm and gentle peace.

Emperor Xiu leaned against the head of the bed, looked through the notes in his hand, and spoke lightly: "I need to clarify something, and I will compensate you by the way."

Qin Shang froze and looked at his master in surprise, his eyes fell on the notes in his hand. The familiar handwriting instantly made his face heat up.

The Emperor Xiu's words made him even more at a loss and didn't know how to speak.

"When you came to me for the first time, I saw that your martial arts were not right." Emperor Xiu raised his eyes, glanced at him casually, then patted the position inside the bed, and signaled him to come up, "I thought you took the medicine for the status of the number one master, and I was a little dissatisfied with you."

Qin Shang said in surprise, climbed up from the foot of the bed, rubbed a little bit and moved to Di Xiu and knelt down. Thinking of the past, he felt a little uneasy: "No... that matter is indeed the fault of his subordinate, master..."

Seeing that he was kneeling in only one bedclothes, Di Xiu frowned and reached out to pull him over: "Ly down and cover him with a quilt."

When Qin Shang heard this, he hurriedly got into the quilt, smelled the familiar breath of his master, and couldn't help feeling at ease.

However, soon he thought of the words in his notes, "Warming the bed for the Pavilion Master that year became the favorite of the Pavilion Master", and he felt like he was on fire, and he wanted to cover himself to death with a quilt.

So when Emperor Xiu's eyes lowered again, he only saw the black head and the ink black hair scattered between the pillows.

"Are you going to suffocate yourself to death?" Emperor Xiu raised his eyebrows, "I'm scary?"

Qin Shang's body trembled slightly, and hesitantly came out of the quilt, raised his eyes, and said weakly: "No...not scary..."

He felt that he had no shame to meet people.

It was as if all the secrets in his heart were spread out in front of his master, and he no longer had any privacy, which made him feel embarrassed and panicked.

"I didn't expect that you were just to get closer to me." Emperor Xiu's tone seemed to have a little indescribable meaning in his voice, "Why do you want to get closer to me?"

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