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Ming Ciyi told Ji Changshu everything.

He sighed lightly: "My lord, I am actually not from this world."

Ming Ciyi said this to Emperor Yinwen many times before, but Emperor Yinwen only thought that he came from the so-called fairyland.

Earlier, Ji Changshu also felt that Ming Ciyi was alluding to the fairy world and playing tricks, but now he heard Ming Ciyi's words, and he actually believed such absurd things.

Seeing that Ji Changshu didn't speak, Ming Ciyi couldn't help beating his heart, but soon Ji Changshu nodded, with a cold expression: "Then?"

Ming Ciyi slightly widened his eyes: "My lord, don't you think I'm joking?"

"You said it." Ji Changshu looked down at him, and kissed him on the brow: "I believe it."

Ming Ciyi's face was reddish, and his whole body became hot: "So..."

He calmed down his mood: "We are going to Lushan, does the prince have time?"

Ji Changshu nodded slightly: "Yes."

Before he asked Shuangcheng to come in to arrange matters, Shuangcheng knocked on the door outside: "Master, there is a Taoist priest sitting at the gate. We asked him to leave but he refused, saying he was here to find his apprentice."

Looking for an apprentice?

Ming Ciyi was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Knowing the mountain!?"

He happened to be looking for the other party, but he didn't want the other party to come to the door first: "Let him in quickly."

Shuangcheng took the order and went.

There are visitors, Ming Ciyi and Ji Changshu no longer slumped in the study, and went straight to the living room.

The Taoist priest who came to look for his apprentice was indeed the old man. The old man smiled when he saw Ming Ciyi, and after his eyes fell on Ji Changshu, he looked at him a little more.

It's like a father watching over his son.

Mingci Yi cupped his hands at the old man: "The situation was urgent before, and I couldn't thank you properly, but today I am here to complete the etiquette. I don't think it's strange for the Taoist priest."

"Why are you being polite to me?" The old man unceremoniously sat on the chair and took a sip of tea. He put the whisk on his lap, with a long ponytail on the ground: "Although you have never paid homage to me, But your current body, the identity of this body, and I still have the friendship of master and apprentice, if you like, you can call me master."

Ming Ciyi was slightly startled, looking at the old man with incredible eyes.

He actually knew that he was time-traveling?

Could it be that he did all this alone?

The old man: "My Taoist name is Knowing Mountains. As for the secular name, I have long forgotten it completely. I know you have many questions, but I promised others that I will not tell them, so... you still have to search for it yourself."

Master Zhishan stroked his white beard: "I came here this time to tell you about my disciple Wuyun's life experience."

Ming Ciyi's expression turned straight. He actually had a guess in his heart, but he never dared to confirm it.

Now that Shishan is here, Ming Ciyi can also tell himself what the reality is.

Shishan: "Wuyun's real name is Li Yi, and he is the son of King Rong."

He sighed, and showed a rare look of Xiao Su: "He had two catastrophes in his life. One catastrophe happened when he was lost at the age of eight. I resolved it for him. The other catastrophe...came from his parents. Then The bandits were originally not for those activities, they were also good citizens, but because King Rong was sent to suppress the disaster back then...you know the twists and turns without telling me."

It is said that the cycle of karma has its own retribution. King Rong has done so many bad things on the side of the queen mother in his life. The retribution did not work on him, but killed his only son.

Shi Shan paused, and seemed a little ashamed to speak: "Actually, the old Taoist came here to ask for something."

Ming Ciyi was slightly surprised, thinking of his ability to recognize Shanzhao Lei and his weird body skills, he really didn't know if there was anything he could help him with: "Tell me about it."

Shishan: "Wuyun has been looking forward to seeing his parents again and saying thank you to them. That was the purpose of his going down the mountain that time, but it's just a pity."

Ming Ciyi was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I sympathize with Princess Rong, but it doesn't mean that I can accept what King Rong did. I believe you are also aware that King Rong oppresses the people, relying on himself as the prince to act as a minion and commit evil. The unconscionable things he has done cannot be explained clearly in a day or two."

Shishan was a little disappointed when he heard the words, but he still smiled and said: "Forget it, the old Taoist was just asking casually."

He is frank and casual, Ming Ciyi seldom sees such a person, but when he takes a closer look at Shishan, he feels that Lintao is somewhat similar to him.

It doesn't refer to the appearance and figure, but the bearing and mind.

"I actually have another question." Ming Ciyi twisted the tassel of his left ear: "If Wuyun is really the son of King Rong, why are his eyes such a color?"

Shishan: "Wuyun's eyes are also black, but your soul is attached to his body, which led to the mutation."

So the eyes are blue?

Ming Ciyi didn't think this statement was far-fetched, because this body was indeed somewhat different from ordinary people's bodies.

For example, extremely chilly, or frail and frightening.

but……

Beiyuan Guoshi's eyes are also blue.

Could it be that Beiyuan Guoshi is also...?

Speaking of when Beiyuan came to Beijing to propose marriage, it seemed that Beiyuan Guoshi had figured out that Ji Changshu and Jia Lanna's marriage was a match made in heaven?

Suddenly capturing key information points, Ming Ciyi felt goose bumps all over his body.

He pressed his throbbing forehead, and the unspeakable emotions turned into waves that almost swallowed him up.

Where he didn't know, where he didn't notice, "S", or the power of the traverser, penetrated every place.

The status of the Beiyuan State Teacher is so high that even the Beiyuan Emperor can't match it, so what about the Western Regions?What about southern Xinjiang?What about Dongyi?

Are these places also full of their eyeliner minions?

Ming Ciyi's head was in a mess, but he had a splitting headache and felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Ji Changshu held out Ming Ciyi's hand tightly clenched into a fist, and Ming Ciyi's whole body tensed up in an instant, but then quickly relaxed.

He looked at Ji Changshu with a blank look in his eyes. Ji Changshu's voice was as cold and deep as ever, but he gave Ming Ciyi enough to rely on: "I will be with you."

He didn't say don't think too much, and didn't tell Ming Ciyi not to be afraid.

That short sentence gave Ming Ciyi a sense of security.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, interlocked Ji Changshu's fingers with his backhand: "I see, thank you."

Shishan's eyes fell on the overlapping palms of the two of them, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger. He stood up and walked slowly outside: "Then see you at Lushan."

Ming Ciyi didn't stop him, but just watched him go away.

The two sat in the main hall for a long time, and Ji Changshu asked calmly, "You want to see King Rong."

"Yes." Ming Ciyi smiled helplessly: "My lord, am I useless? I just rejected Taoist Master Zhishan just now, but I still can't help it."

As long as he thought of Wuyun's longing to meet his relatives before, and the fear and bewilderment he felt when he woke up in the mass grave when he traveled here, he couldn't turn a blind eye.

Especially... Princess Rong has always mistook him for her own son, and even blocked the knife for him.

King Rong has been imprisoned, and Concubine Rong is no longer a princess. Now she is just a woman from an ordinary family temporarily living in Prince Rong's mansion.

Ji Changshu accompanied Ming Ciyi to the prison, and Ming Ciyi asked Ji Changshu to wait at the door, and then took Yuebai into Yinchao's prison.

This was his first visit to the prison at the Ministry of Criminal Justice. In fact, it wasn't dirty, but it was very dark. There was also an indescribable smell in the air, which was really unpleasant.

Under the leadership of the jailer, Ming Ciyi walked to the cell where King Rong was locked up.

In the past, King Rong, who was always glamorous and always confronted him, now has disheveled hair and is wearing a white prison cell with the words "Death Row" written in red on it.

Ming Ciyi has not changed, but King Rong has taken the position of the loser.

Seeing Ming Ciyi's arrival, King Rong snorted coldly: "Did the national teacher come to see this king's joke?"

Ming Ciyi quietly looked at the man who indirectly killed his own son, and felt that he was sad and ridiculous.

He has clearly stood on the pyramid, but he is chasing higher power. He thinks that the price he pays for this is all he can bear, and that everything can be planned and controlled by him.

But he sent the knife into his son's body in a place he didn't know.

Who can think of it?

When he was in full glory, when he was having a secret discussion with people from the empress dowager's lineage, Li Yi was lying on a mass grave, not even worthy of owning a grave.

Ming Ciyi lowered his eyes and said softly: "Li Yi wants me to bring you a word."

King Rong was stunned, and immediately widened his eyes, looking at Ming Ciyi in disbelief: "Who are you talking about?!"

Ming Ciyi patiently repeated the second time: "Li Yi, your son, he wants me to bring you a sentence."

He paused, seeing that King Rong didn't respond, he continued, "He wants to say thank you."

King Rong: "Where is he? Yier, where is he?!"

Rao was King Rong, when he heard about his only son, he didn't care about his airs. He rushed to the front, stretched his hand out of the cell, and quietly tugged on Ming Ciyi's sleeve: "Tell me... where is he?" ..."

Ming Ciyi did not move, but told him the truth indifferently: "He is dead."

King Rong was stunned, and then Ming Ciyi continued: "Two years ago, he wanted to come to you, but he was intercepted and killed by bandits near Lushan Mountain, and his body was thrown in a mass grave."

"Lushan..." King Rong murmured, "There was a severe drought near Lushan a few years ago... the bandits are me..."

He let go of Ming Ciyi's sleeves, took several steps back, and finally fell to the ground: "It was me... I was the one who forced them into bandits..."

After Ming Ciyi's words came to him, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't want King Rong to suddenly stop him: "Are you Yi'er?"

Ming Ciyi's footsteps paused: "I'm not."

He looked back at him and repeated again: "He is dead."

Even if this body is Li Yi, what's the use?

The real Li Yi died a long time ago under the knives of the bandits.

Ming Ciyi walked outside with the stove in his arms, and saw Ji Changshu at the exit.

Ji Changshu stood in the backlight and looked down at him, like a king looking down on his own people.

The condescending feeling is so profound.

But the king stretched out his hand leisurely to Ming Ciyi.

That beautiful and big hand with well-defined bones.

Ming Ciyi smiled, raised his hand and put his hand in Ji Changshu's palm.

The warm and firm force held him, and made his small boat find a berth.

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