Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Feng'er, are you in there?"

"Feng'er!"

Duan Zhengchun was very anxious. He chased Dao Baifeng but couldn't find him. He walked back and forth on the street several times before rushing back.

He had a hunch that Dao Baifeng had not left the pear garden.

It turned out to be exactly what he thought.

In the innermost part of the private room on the second floor, he unexpectedly heard Dao Baifeng's voice.

As if in response to his cry.

It seemed like he was crying quietly.

Slowly walked to the utility room.

Duan Zhengchun gently stretched out his palm, preparing to push the door open.

But I didn’t expect the next second.

Dao Baifeng's voice came out from inside.

"I don't want to see you. If you have anything to say, just say it here.

If not, don't say it. I'll calm down for a while and I'll go back and take Yu'er back to Dali later. "

(happy to hear and see)

Duan Zhengchun's palm stopped in the air.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't open the door.

Years of experience told him that it was better not to be too smart at this time.

There is still room for redemption.

There was a little silence.

Duan Zhengchun said slowly: "Actually, there is one thing that has been buried in my heart. I know that you suspect that boy is my child.

But this is not the case. This matter is related to a secret of the Duan family in Dali.

I had no intention of telling this secret because non-direct clan members are not qualified to know it.

However, after we have been married for so many years, you helped me give birth to Yu'er.

And I have been indebted to you for so many years. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to tell you this secret.

are you listening? "

(happy to hear and see)

"Duan Zhengchun, if you want to say it, just say it. If you don't want to say it, forget it.

There is no need to pretend to be a riddle here, I don’t care to listen to it! "After Dao Baifeng was silent for a moment, he said to Duan Zhengchun in a strange tone: "You say it, I can hear you. "

Duan Zhengchun nodded, and then continued: "Actually, my father is not an orthodox bloodline of the Duan family in Dali.

Of course, Feng'er, you should also know that our family is not the orthodox royal family of Dali.

Duan Yanqing is the one.

He is the son of Duan Lianyi, the Shangde Emperor of Dali Kingdom, and was once the orthodox crown prince of Dali Kingdom.

In the fifth year of Shangde, there was a sudden great change in the court. Emperor Shangde was killed by the treacherous minister Yang Yizhen. Duan Yanqing escaped from Dali in the chaos and disappeared without a trace.

My cousin Duan Shouhui received the help of his loyal minister Gao Zhisheng and the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, and destroyed Yang Yizhen. He naturally became the emperor and was called Emperor Ming.

However, Emperor Shangming only reigned for one year, and he went to Tianlong Temple to become a monk, and passed the throne to my brother Duan Zhengming. Only then did I become the King of Zhennan.

And it was because of this that I learned this secret.

It turns out that my grandfather gave birth to my father with another woman, and she was my biological grandmother.

After she gave birth to my father, she took my father's brother and left Dali, leaving my father alone in Dali.

Therefore, the first time I saw the young man, I remembered this secret that only the direct clan members could know.

However, after so many years, the bloodline will inevitably become mixed, so there should not be a boy so similar to me.

But, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

But due to the age, I simply cannot make a correct judgment.

Then he hesitated.

I hope you don't misunderstand me.

I, Duan Zhengchun, although I have done many things that I am sorry for you, I will never lie to you.

In addition, I can swear to God, that boy will never be my child.

I hope you can trust me”

After Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.

When you have doubts in your heart.

(happy to hear and see)

Dao Baifeng's voice came out: "I understand. Just leave me alone. I want to understand what you just said. I will go back to you in a while."

"Okay, Feng'er, I'll leave first. I'll go back to the private room to wait for you." Duan Zhengchun let out a long sigh.

He also understands that this kind of thing cannot be believed by just a few words.

After all, when he learned the news, he had to digest it for a long time.

However, the misunderstanding was finally resolved. Otherwise, with Dao Baifeng's jealousy, if this misunderstanding was not resolved, I am afraid that they would not be able to live in peace for several years to come.

Now Dali, Tubo, and Wu Guogong are about to form an alliance.

Although Dali's surname is Duan, Dao Baifeng's father is the largest Tu force in the country.

And the Tu forces account for three-quarters of the Dali army.

If Dao Baifeng went back to complain, her Tu father would be furious.

Who knows what will happen.

(pleased to hear and see)——

Huang Rong stared at a middle-aged man.

That was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties at most.

Logically speaking, he should be placed outside the target.

After all, according to Qiao Feng, that Batulu is at least fifty years old.

But the art of disguise in the world of martial arts is enough to change a person's appearance.

Therefore, a person's identity cannot be determined based on his appearance.

However, although disguise can change one's appearance and appearance, it cannot change a person's living habits and life habits.

The tables in the lobby are relatively low, but the benches are relatively high.

This means that when drinking tea, you will subconsciously place the tea bowl lower, and you need to lower your head to drink tea.

Huang Rong accidentally discovered this middle-aged man. Every time he drank tea, he would subconsciously touch his hair.

You know, he wears a high bun on his head.

In this case, generally speaking, the hair on the head will never fall apart.

There is no need to hold your hair with your hands every time you lower your head to drink tea.

This is a habit accumulated over many years.

Southerners would never do this, and it can even be said that Han people would never do this.

There is only one kind of person who can do this, and that is the Manchu Tatar with long braids.

When you lower your head, your long braids may be unconsciously pulled down to your chest.

Therefore, in order to prevent rudeness from occurring, you must support yourself with your hands.

This is a unique movement habit of the Manchu and Qing Tatars.

The middle-aged man in front of him, even if he is not the Batulu, must be a Manchu Tatar.

Look at his hair, which is extremely vertical, without any bending or curling.

This is also abnormal.