famous concubine

Chapter 932 True and False Twin Heroes Meeting (5)
There is no suspense between the two of them.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned and let out a short "ah" in unison.

Then, countless gazes looked at Fengluo in unison; they were really looking forward to the Emperor's lord to clarify their doubts.

what's the problem?

Could it be that Li Yuexin is really a romantic debt left by Prince An outside?
This can also reasonably explain why this person looks so similar to Mo Bai.

Dongfang Yu held his chin, rolled his eyes with a smile, his blood melted... It meant that no one had done anything to Fengluo in this basin of water or on the knife.

The most natural state should be like this.

The same liquid with the same density would be strange if it doesn't mix in water.

Prince An didn't seem to see the fusion of blood between the two. He continued to sit there with a blank expression, his eyes were straight, his back was straighter, and his posture was upright. Others wanted to find some guilt from his posture or expression It's hard to come.

Feng Luo didn't seem to be surprised by this result either.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and his pupils turned faintly.

"Prince An, this result seems to coincide with the joke I made earlier?"

"Is this Li Yuexin your son? Mo Bai is also your son?"

"Your Majesty." Prince An looked at Fengluo coldly, and never showed a trace of timidity because of Fengluo's nobility and domineering look, "I have always had only Mo Bai as a banished son, that's all."

Hearing the words in Oriental language, he slightly hooked his lips and smiled.

Prince An's answer was very skillful.

"Then, how can Prince An explain what is happening before him? The birthmarks on his body are the same, his appearance is the same, and even his blood is also blended together; if it wasn't for someone deliberately imitating the real one, how could there be such a result."

Prince An looked at Fengluo indifferently, with a hint of violence floating in his eyes, "Your Majesty, although he has a topaz pendant in his hand, that doesn't explain anything; I have already said it, and I don't even know when the pendant was made. Where was it lost; if someone with ulterior motives picks it up, it is not impossible to come here and try to fish in troubled waters."

"If Your Majesty has a better way to prove which of the two of them is the real one, I will be very grateful."

Feng Luo smiled faintly, "Prince An don't need to get angry; I also have to do this for the sake of prudence; after all, the matter is not clear, and rashly determining who is the heir of Prince An's mansion, this is nothing to you or me, and it will not matter in the future Good thing."

As Feng Luo said, he waved his hand, signaling the eunuch to go over and bring out the basin of water.

Anyway, the results are out now; looking at the basin of blood again, it really makes people unhappy.

The old eunuch immediately walked over to the side where the basin was placed.

Dongfang Yu quietly gave Mo Bai a wink; Mo Bai's long sleeves were windless and automatic, just when the old eunuch picked up the dagger to clean it up, a wisp of finger wind popped out from his fingertips, and the finger wind gently hit the dagger, gently Shaking the old eunuch's hand, he didn't even know what happened, the dagger trembled unexpectedly, and cut through the other hand.

Because of an accident, the strength was out of control, and it was inevitable that the stroke would be deeper.

Blood gushed out from the fingers at once.

Drop drop drop.

The beads formed a line and dripped down at a very neat and rapid speed; this drop was falling right into the basin.

Everyone accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and they all froze again.

The old eunuch's blood actually blended with Prince An's, Li Yuexin's and the others'.

Dongfang Yu smiled lazily, "My father-in-law, so you became a monk halfway, and there is such a big son outside the palace."

Hearing this, the old eunuch was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again, denying repeatedly: "No... no... no, the slave has been in the palace since he was a child...how could he have incurred any romantic debts outside the palace."

The girl squinted her eyes, and then smiled leisurely, "Oh, so he is not, Prince An is your son."

"This... is simply nonsense!" The old eunuch denied subconsciously; only when he vented his anger, he realized that what he had said was inappropriate, and knelt down in fright, "Your Majesty, forgive me, slave... slave..."

He kowtowed tremblingly, but couldn't argue anymore, the color of his old face alternated from green to red, as wonderful as a palette.

Seeing this, Feng Luo's face darkened, and his eyes became gloomy. He glanced at Dongfang Yu calmly, then at Mo Bai's confident and calm eyes, and waved his hand at the old eunuch.

The old eunuch flew out of the hall carrying the basin of blood as if he had received an amnesty.

"Prince An, I remembered an old incident."

Feng Luo looked at Prince An with intriguing eyes.

"I remember that a similar situation occurred during the Lifeng period of our ancestors; but at that time, there were two identical princes in the face of the will, and I remember that everyone also used many methods to try to distinguish the true from the false; In the end, it was the national teacher who proposed the opinions of the ministers and used the snow silkworm identification method handed down from ancient times to finally distinguish the true from the false and establish who is the real heir who is qualified to inherit the throne."

"Your Majesty is talking about the snow silkworm incident in the tenth year of Lifeng?" Prince An raised his eyebrows, his eyes thoughtful.

Feng Luo nodded, and said with a faint smile: "Exactly; now we have encountered the same thing more than a hundred years later; now it has been verified by many parties, and it is impossible to verify whether it is true or not; why not follow the example of the ancestors and use snow Can silkworms tell the truth?"

"I don't know what you think, Prince An?"

Prince An looked at him indifferently; after thinking for a while, he nodded in agreement.

Dongfang Yu and Mo Bai looked at each other indifferently, and they both understood that since Feng Luo was so confident in bringing up this old rule at the end, he must have been fully prepared to make things go in the direction he expected.

Dongfang Yu hooked his lips and smiled almost invisibly.

However, everything is not the end, it is better not to laugh too early.

He has studied that method seriously; it does not mean that Prince An has not studied it seriously.

It depends on whose method is better.

"Prince An, the snow silkworm identification method used by the ancestors in the past, the snow silkworm was raised under the ice of the snow mountain for six months as a young silkworm, and then sent to the palace under ice; Feed ginseng for one month, let their physique fully adapt to the climate, and then use them to separately feed the blood of people who need to be identified. If the whole body turns bright red and is more energetic than before, it means that they are true blood relatives; if snow silkworms are feeding After soaked in blood, it turned dark black, and finally even killed the snow silkworm; that is a fake blood relative."

"The feeding method of snow silkworms is special; I think there should be no snow silkworms in Prince An's Mansion right now?"

Prince An nodded noncommittally, and said: "Your Majesty is right; there is no such demand in the minister's mansion, so naturally they will not raise such delicate snow silkworms."

(End of this chapter)