Shock!Crazy criticism that the regent’s first wife is actually me

Chapter 504: If you don’t even believe in yourself, let alone others?
Bo Yangui seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, but he was sure that the name that caught his ear must not be an ordinary person.

seamless?

seamless...

The door creaked open.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

After that, everything calmed down.

Jiumuri waved, and everyone immediately turned around and walked back, following closely behind him.

A small door creaked open.

Jiumuri went out first, Jingshan was the second.

When Bo Yangui went out, he looked around thoughtfully, "Study?"

Yes, it's the study room.

But obviously, there were people here before, but they just left.

On the table, a bean lamp was lit, and the light was weak.

Those people were probably talking here just now, but they just went out after speaking, and they probably won't come back for a while.

Outside, there seemed to be no movement, not even a guard.

It's so peaceful. No wonder no one notices these people staying here in groups. After all, if there is no movement, there will be no movement. No one expected that this rumored haunted house is because these people are pretending to be ghosts.

"There should be secret guards nearby, right?" Jiumuri said in a low voice.

Bo Yan nodded.

There must be someone watching outside, but it's just invisible to the naked eye, but if you go out from here, you will definitely be discovered.

This is the study room of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, where the Imperial Preceptor used to be.

It is said that when the kingdoms were in dispute and the war continued, the national master disappeared. No one was seen alive, and no body was found dead. No one knew the specific whereabouts. Some said he was dead. He saw it with his own eyes, and some said he saw it later. I also saw it with my own eyes.

But how?
No one knows.

So far, no bones have been found.

The books on the bookshelves have long since fallen into pieces. Someone has moved into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, but nothing here has been changed. The study room is only used for discussion, so the place still maintains its original appearance.

Jiumuri squatted down and looked at the books that fell on the ground, which were covered with dust.

"You are very familiar with this place, even very attached to it." Bo Yangui said, "Is this your home?"

Jiumuri was still squatting there, looking up at him, "If you are trying to make a tentative statement, do you have to make it a little more subtle? Are you so straightforward, for fear that I won't notice your intention?"

"It's a straightforward question, isn't it?" Bo Yangui looked at him with a lowered eyebrow.

Jiumuri narrowed his eyes and sighed quietly, "If the regent had such a temper in the early years, he wouldn't have lost the little princess, right?"

"You..." Jingshan was angry.

Doesn’t this rub salt into the heart of the master of the house?

Outrageous.

"You're right." But Bo Yangui didn't think that this was spreading salt. If someone had told him back then that if he shut his mouth, he would lose the cinnabar in his heart, he would have known and said everything.

Jingshan: "..."

Kumuri: "??"

It's really raining red from the sky. This aloof regent actually admits his mistake?
"If you knew what happened back then, why did you keep silent about her?" Bo Yangui took a deep breath, "So what?"

Jiumuri was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, "I didn't expect that the regent is so affectionate to the little princess?"

"Only you know whether your love is deep or not, but what's the use afterwards? Fortunately, the sky has eyes. Otherwise, you can only regret it for the rest of your life. There will be no chance today. So it doesn't matter to admit your mistakes. Cherishing them is the key. ." Bo Yangui looked around and glanced at the booklet placed on the desk.

He reached out and flipped through it, trying not to mess it up, and to see what he had put there.

Suddenly, Bo Yangui's hand stopped.

Jiumuri immediately came up and said, "Secret Techniques of the Western Regions? This book is not from here."

Jingshan: "You know it very well?" Jiumuli: "That's nature, here..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Jingshan's eyes fell directly on Jiumuri.

Realizing that he had let something slip, Jiumuli paused slightly, and then rubbed his eyebrows. Actually, it didn't matter whether he said it or not. Who was Bo Yangui?He should have guessed it already.

"This is your home." Bo Yangui had said it before.

Jiumuri frowned and looked at the "Secret Technique of the Western Regions", "Yeah!"

This echo can be regarded as a response to Bo Yangui.

"Who are you from the Imperial Master of Dayan?" Jingshan was surprised.

Jiumuli glanced outside and didn't answer.

Bo Yangui didn't ask further. Since this was Jiumuli's home, he could be considered a close relative if not a close relative.

"Let's go!" Jiumuri quickly returned to the small door.

The two followed immediately.

Outside, there was the sound of footsteps, and it was obvious that someone was back.

The stone door closed, separating the inside and outside again.

The three of them stood behind the stone door, looking at each other thoughtfully.

Unexpectedly, you would be back so soon?
Fortunately, they didn't touch anything, so they probably wouldn't arouse any suspicion.

Jiumuli winked and walked forward with the fire fold, followed closely by Jingshan and Bo Yangui.

After exiting the tunnel, the three of them flew and landed on the wall.

The night was dark, and the thick clouds blocked all the light. It was impossible to see any fingers from all directions. Only a little bit of light leaked out from the window, and the figures of people could be seen floating with the naked eye.

There are many masters hidden in the Imperial Master's Mansion. Even in the breathing room, one must be careful and cannot move them once they are hidden, otherwise they will definitely be discovered!
At this moment, I can finally see that person.

White hair, old man.

He is said to be an old man, but his body is extremely thin and light. If you just look at his back, you would never guess that he is already over fifty years old. This time he is standing under the eaves, saying something to the people around him, and looking at him Whispering among each other... nine times out of ten it's not a good thing.

The three of them stared straight at the movement ahead, and suddenly saw a familiar person.

Familiar, someone who can no longer be familiar with.

Especially Bo Yangui and Jingshan.

Jingshan turned his head and glanced at his master: This is not...

Familiar people, familiar voices.

I can't quite hear what they are saying from a distance, but this posture, this movement, and this silhouette, isn't it Mr. Zhao?

Ha, not dead yet? !
Sure enough, good people don't live long, and evil people live for thousands of years.

Lin Zhaonan, the third son of Zhao, is now also called Zhao Nanlin.

They are obviously the same person, but they play so many tricks. According to Hui Niang... has this guy even thought about the princess before?Given the Lord's love and joy for the princess, I am afraid he would not tolerate such a thing happening again and again.

Jingshan only hates himself. Why didn't he put some poison on his sword? If he couldn't kill this bastard Zhao... he could have been poisoned!

What a pity, what a pity!

"Dad?" Zhao Nanlin stepped forward.

The white-haired old man turned around. Even though it was late at night, the mask on his face could not be removed. So when he saw Zhao Nanlin showing his true face, there was clear dissatisfaction in his voice, "How did I do it?" Did I tell you? How could you forget it?"

"Dad, there are no outsiders here." Zhao Nanlin said, "Those who can stand here are your confidants and my confidants."

"When I look in the mirror, I am no longer myself, so why should I be trusted?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Nanlin's body felt slightly cold.

"So, dad doesn't believe me either, right?"

(End of this chapter)