Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 465
The military battle report is different from ordinary letters. The paper envelopes used are all specially made, and the content is mostly written in coded language. Moreover, the letter paper needs to be stamped with the official seal of the army...

Her mother is the queen general, so she should be quite familiar with these things. Even if she really cared about it that day, she would not be fooled by a shoddy fake battle report.

Therefore, the battle report should not be said to be "extremely forged", it should be a fake that is almost identical to the real thing. Only such a fake battle report can deceive her mother who is from a family of generals and is quite familiar with everything on the battlefield. Dear.

Looking at the whole world, not only do you know what the official seals used by the Mu family army look like, but you can also make almost the same imitations, and have the opportunity to intercept the letter envelopes used by the army, how many people are there? ?

"That was 19 years ago." Mu Xici sneered, "Mo Shuyuan and others are not yet ten years old, and the Hou family has never had such great ambitions. This letter probably did not come from the Hou family. .”

"So, where could it come from?"

"When you say it like this, it really looks like Yuan Sui's handwriting." Mo Junli closed his eyes and pondered, "However, there is still a bit of doubt."

The little girl was startled when she heard the words: "Huh?"

"If all of this is really what Yuan Sui did." The young man rubbed his fingertips in thought, "Then he sent this fake letter that day to make Aunt Wen difficult to give birth after being greatly frightened."

"Either the son survives and the mother dies, breaking the connection between the Zhen Guo General's Mansion and the Duke's Mansion; or the mother survives and the son dies, causing Mu Guo Gong to lose his youngest son, the husband and wife are divorced, or the Mu family will never be born."

"Of course, the best result is naturally one dead and two dead, simply and neatly."

"That's right, it should be like this." Mu Xici nodded lightly, "It's just that they missed a little bit. My mother practiced martial arts when she was young, and her body is much stronger than the average boudoir girl. This little shock is not enough. Let her die in childbirth."

"Yes." Mo Junli replied, "If you change to the thinking of a normal person—what would a normal person do when they find out that their plan has failed?"

"Make up the knife, while there is still room for change, try to make up for it, so as not to completely fail the plan." Mu Xici suddenly clapped his palms, "Accordingly, during the period when my mother was in confinement, they were 'making up the knife' best time."

"But they didn't. Of course, it can't be ruled out that the other party has more than enough heart but not enough energy. After all, the guards of the Duke's Mansion have always been well-trained, and they are not inferior to the soldiers in the camp, especially when my mother was still there."

"But it's still too sudden." The little girl snapped her slender fingers, her palms were soaked in sweat, and the wind blew her hands down.

"The letter came suddenly, and the other party withdrew his attack suddenly, and the murderous intent towards my mother after five or six years was even more sudden."

There was no foreshadowing and no preparation, everything seemed to happen on a whim, and it suddenly came out, and it returned to calm in the blink of an eye.

Everywhere is very weird.

"And, Ah Ci, based on my understanding of Yuan Sui," the young man raised his hand to grab the little girl's hand, lowered his head and let out a sigh of relief, "he is not the kind of person who waits for nothing."

"It stands to reason that if a plan fails, he will definitely use the pre-set backhand as quickly as possible."

"Unless something else happened at that time, he immediately dismissed or suppressed this idea for a while, until a few years later, there was a new incident, which gave him a new, must get rid of Aunt Wen and suppress the Wen family. reason."

"A new reason..." Mu Xici frowned, and a flash of unbearable irritability flashed in his eyes, "Could there be any new reason, isn't he the only one who was suspicious for no reason from the beginning to the end?"

"It's not enough for him to kill the entire General Zhaowu's mansion. He also wants to destroy the city wall and move the Wen family... The emperor's suspicion. What I hate the most is the emperor's bottomless suspicion!"

It is true that the position of Ninth Five Supreme is not easy to sit, it is true that there are open and dark arrows everywhere in the front and rear palaces, and it is true that as emperors, they have to be suspicious, but suspicion and unreasonable suspicion are never the same thing!

— bored to death.

A fire of ignorance suddenly burned in Mu Xici's heart, and the fire became more and more intense, and it was about to swallow her reason.

The little girl's brain was hurting, and a line of blood was creeping up at the end of her eyes. Seeing this, Mo Junli flicked her cuff buttons over her head in a hurry, and subconsciously recited a section of the "Qingjing Sutra" he had just memorized.

Master Mu lost his anger the moment he heard the phrase "True always respond to things, really always get nature; always respond to always be quiet, always be quiet", and then couldn't hold back a "puchi" and laughed out loud.

"Ayan, you'll sell what you learn now." The little girl mumbled, "You've become more courageous. How dare you read Lao Shizi's "Qing Jing Sutra" by my ear."

"Aren't I afraid that you will be mad with anger?" The young man scratched his head and laughed, and stroked the little girl's hair comfortingly, "My good girl, we don't want these anymore."

"Fuli over there, I'll ask someone to keep an eye on it for you, to see if I can find out what happened 19 years ago."

"If there is any news, I will inform you right away—you don't have to worry, just ask Sister Mu if you have time, and see if there were any changes in the Duke's mansion before you were born."

"Maybe we can find a new breakthrough."

Mu Xici was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly after a while: "...OK."

Both of them didn't know much about what happened back then, so she really should go back and ask Sister and Dad.

Moreover, in addition to the forged battle report, she also wanted to know her mother's birthday horoscope—maybe she could find something else in the four-post horoscope.

By the way, I will try to mention it to my father again, to see if I can carry out the method of commanding flags and soldiers arranged by her in her previous life...

Except for the big case of cheating in the scientific examination in Changle in 23 years, the remaining wars in northern Xinjiang and floods in the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers in this life were all a few months earlier than in the previous life.

She was worried that if it was pushed down at this speed, her second brother's fate would also be advanced, and it would not be more than one and a half months earlier.

Some preparations still have to be made as soon as possible.

"Let's go, Ayan, it's almost two o'clock, let's go back and have a rest and have some tea, and then we should leave for the Xiao Mansion."

"Okay, let them make some snacks to go with tea." Mo Junli rolled his eyes with a smile, "Do you want to eat sweet and sour or salty tonight? How about I ask the cook to make two plates of butter abalone Come, snails and jujube cake."

"There's no need to be so troublesome," Mu Da Guoshi lowered his head and muttered, "Just get something."

"Then buttered abalone, and some fresh fruit to relieve the greasy." The boy looked down at the little girl's expression, and decisively made up his mind.

"Yeah." Mu Xici responded with pursed lips, and when she stepped off the wooden platform, her eyes suddenly focused, "By the way, did we forget something?"

"I always feel out of place."

"Hey, is there?" Mo Junli blinked, and pinched his sleeves hesitantly for a while, "Shouldn't there be?"

He has no impression of forgetting things.

"No, yes." The little girl was decisive, frowned and thought for a while, her face suddenly turned pale, "Ayan, did you send someone to deliver food to Bai Jingzhen?"

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and then he looked at the sky resentfully: "Ha, ha."

He forgot.

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　　Xiaobai was accidentally forgotten in the corner
　　so miserable

　　
　
(End of this chapter)