daughter in power

Chapter 222 Are You My Mother

The flame in He Xiaowen's chest that had just been extinguished burned fiercely again.

He looked at the young master tremblingly, and said seriously: "Young master, are you really an orphan?"

There are many rumors in the court, and the identity of the young master has long been rumored to be miraculous.

But, because he doesn't look like Xia Xi, and he doesn't want to be in Qiqi, and he doesn't look like Dongfang Xiu.

Therefore, this identity has never been confirmed.

Feng Qiqi had been missing for too long, and there were not many people who had seen Feng Qiqi back then.

In this way, who can remember her appearance and see that the little prince looks a lot like her.

I'm afraid, there is only He Xiaowen and other founder disciples.

The young master blinked his eyes, tilted his head and thought about it, and said very seriously: "I probably am. When my adoptive father picked me up in Xiaoyang City, I didn't have my parents by my side."

Over the years, Dongfang Xiu has always treated him the same.

Compared with those children who have parents, I am afraid that they will be favored a lot more.

He Xiaowen breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled with tears in his eyes: "That can't be wrong. My master is all-powerful, and there are few people in the world who can match her appearance. She is very good at martial arts, and she is first-class in darts and Taoism." A good player who never misses."

The little boy looked forward to it: "Is it true?"

He Xiaowen nodded hurriedly, and solemnly pressed the young master's shoulder: "Master is missing, but Guanshi Li and I have been looking for her, but we have no clue. Don't worry, if you are really Master's child, how dare I harm her?" You, I will ensure that you are safe every day and will never get sick."

The young master seems to understand but does not understand, and he doesn't quite understand the affairs of the adult world.

He nodded, looking at He Xiaowen's solemn face: "When you find your master, you must tell me."

He Xiaowen agreed and limped away.

The young master was still standing in the garden, looking at the direction He Xiaowen left, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qiqi stood at the gate of the palace, looking at the little figure in the garden, her mind was in a mess.

She tried her best to calm her heartbeat, and walked slowly back to the bedroom.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone in the palace is not having a good time.

Because the queen was ill, everyone in the palace was a little nervous.

The young master was taken away by Dongfang Xiu, fearing that it would delay Qiqi's treatment.

She has no objection.

She focused on He Xiaowen's words with all her body and mind.

According to He Xiaowen's meaning.

Bing'er looks exactly like Feng Qiqi, so she doesn't look like her, nor does she look like Xia Xi.

She didn't recognize Feng Qiqi, and she had never seen Feng Qiqi's portrait.

But Xia Xi knew it and had seen it before.

Xia Xi never told her that Bing'er looks a lot like Feng Qiqi.

Why, the child she conceived in October didn't look like her, but looked like another person?

Why, he knew who Binger looked like, but he never said a word?

Not to mention him, even Chunshui and Qiushuang probably knew Feng Qiqi, but they never said a word.

She was stunned.

Some things just don't stand up to scrutiny.

Once scrutinized, there are bound to be too many doubts.

There are many doubts.

Why, she learns Kung Fu from Nomura Martial Arts, and she can master it as soon as she learns it?
Why, she can't settle accounts, and can't control water?
Why can she imitate her horse riding and archery skills by eight or nine points just by watching others try it?

Why was she able to snatch a long sword and kill more than [-] officials in the mine of Xiaoyang City, at a critical moment of life and death?

More than twenty people, not two or three.

Killing two or three people may depend on luck, and killing more than twenty people may not rely on luck.

but experience.

The familiar feeling of murder is still fresh in her memory until now.

So familiar, even more handy than cooking and chopping vegetables.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't calm down anymore, so she hurriedly sent He Xiaowen again.

This time, it came in secret.

He Xiaowen stood in the hall, trembling almost to his knees.

She looked at his young face, and whispered: "You said your master is very good at martial arts, but I don't know where you learned from him?"

She clasped her hands tightly, fingers hot.

Terrified to hear that answer.

He Xiaowen lowered his head: "I would like to report to the empress, my minister... At that time, I was learning how to walk darts in the Nomura Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city."

Nomura martial arts...

She staggered, feeling that the blood in her mind was about to rush out.

She controlled her emotions and sat back on the soft chair, and asked through the screen: "You respect your master so much, why don't you keep your master's calligraphy as a memory?"

What she said was ordinary, like small talk.

He Xiaowen hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Master seldom wrote at that time, and he only told me with words when he had to do anything. If there is any treasure of calligraphy...it is a book called "Small Capture Technique."

Her gaze flashed, and her whole body turned cold.

She has also read this book.

also studied.

At that time, I only felt that the handwriting was familiar, and it was exactly the same as her own writing.

Now, he is stupid.

He Xiaowen didn't know what she was thinking, and was still rambling: "I don't know if I had a premonition. At that time, Master wrote a book "Small Capture Technique" seriously, and gave us a copy for reference. Later, Master disappeared. However, we can continue to recruit apprentices because we are learning this book of martial arts."

What he said later, she didn't know.

She just fell into deep meditation.

But, I can't think of anything.

She thought of the beautiful sister in her dream.

This role has never appeared in Lizhou Mansion's 15 years of life experience.

All her life, she was accompanied by one person, cousin Rong Chuan.

Unfortunately, she woke up overnight and couldn't remember anything.

It was that dream that reappeared over and over again.

She didn't know how He Xiaowen left.

When she opened her eyes, it was already pitch black.

There are no lights.

Probably Gong'e didn't dare to disturb her without her order.

She stood up, looked at the hazy night outside the palace gate, and sighed slightly.

Go out and go straight to the imperial study.

She walked fast.

It doesn't fit her status as a patient.

But she couldn't care less.

When we arrived at the imperial study room, a row of lights in the hall were brilliant.

Xia Xi was sitting on the dragon chair, reviewing the memorial.

She walked in the door, he looked up to see her, and smiled.

The inner supervisor brought up hot tea.

She declined.

He waved his hands away from the crowd.

There are only two people left in the huge imperial study room.

She said: "Xia Xi."

He hesitated, but still gave a "huh".After answering, he stood up from the dragon chair and walked towards her slowly.

The Jiulong steps are very long, step by step, slowly descending, getting closer and closer.

The emperor, who was still on the other side of the light and shadow just now, already showed a sense of kindness and ordinaryness.

"You are not well, why didn't you wait for me in the hall, but ran here to pick me up." He stretched out his hand and held her little hand, afraid that her fingers would be cold.

Unfortunately, her fingers were hot.

His face changed slightly: "Qi'er?"

Her face was calm, and her words were light: "I want to go back to the mountain."

Going back to the mountains, traveling thousands of miles.

She is a patient, and she may faint and fall to the ground at any time.

He persuaded.

However, persuasion is ineffective.

She looked into his eyes and said word by word: "I need to see the old man Huishan."

She was serious, and his eyes flashed: "Give me half a month."

Half a month is not long.

Both Jiang Maoyou and Jiang Jinsong were promoted to a higher level. Although the scholar was not promoted, he overturned the old case and pardoned his Gao family.

Gao Shichong came from Lizhou Prefecture and worked in the Ministry of Industry. Although his official position was small, his immediate supervisor was Jiang Maoyou.

In this way, the two of them can be regarded as hitting hands, and it can be said that their official careers are stable.

The scholar is very grateful for this, especially thanking Xia Xilong for his kindness.

Of course, I can't help thanking Qiqi.

The two brothers and sisters were talking in the Yangxi Palace, the scholar said: "Little sister, please take care of yourself. I heard from the emperor that your illness has become serious recently."

Not too big, she shook her head and smiled.

The scholar explained Gao Shi's move to the left in detail, and at the end, he said with a smile: "This time, I can be regarded as consummated. No one dares to say that I am young and have no backing. Look at my joke."

The ready-made backer is the queen, but it seems that there is always a shortfall.

Gao Shichong became an official, and their Gao family became a rich official, so he really got rid of the reputation of a criminal minister.

Away from the invisible imprisonment.

She nodded and listened to his joy.After a few more pleasantries, the scholar left.

In half a month, Dongfang Xiu was promoted from General Dingbei to first-class Marquis Wu.

The status has jumped by a thousand feet.

Suddenly, he became a new generation of hereditary nobles in the Great Xia Kingdom.

In one night, in exchange for one person, more than ten thousand people, and the entire Floating Fire City looked sideways and bowed.

In half a month, the little son Dongfang Yibing was bestowed the surname "Xia" by Xia Xi.

Since then, it has been renamed Xia Yibing.

From then on, he became a royal and enjoyed a royal salary.

It was heard that the young master was very unhappy, crying and fussing and refusing to be rewarded, clamoring to see the empress.

This was the first time that the young master made trouble for no reason, and many people did not understand what he meant.

Xia Xi had no choice but to grant an audience.

Sitting on the bed, Qiqi saw him with a pale face.

The little guy still looks cute, with that chapter of peerless youthful face, wherever he goes, there is a beautiful scenery.

She looked at him with a flash of her eyes, and said gently: "You have been rewarded with the royal family name. From now on, whatever you want to eat, the palace will prepare for you, isn't it good?"

He shook his head and refused to say another word.

There were still a few maids standing in the palace, maybe he was afraid that they would understand what he said.

She hastily waved her hand to screen off the servants, and then said softly: "You are arguing to see me, do you have something to say to me?"

This means to test.

The little prince had already spoken: "Empress Empress."

She was a little surprised.

He straightened his body, summoned up his courage, and said seriously, "Are you my mother?"

She was taken aback for a moment, completely unable to understand what he meant.

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

But he was serious: "If you are not my mother, why did the emperor give me the surname Xia. Why...was promoted to the position of foster father?"

The first-class Wuhou has a hereditary system, and the next-class Wuhou, if there are no other children, will be the young prince.

With Dongfang Xiu's love for him and the empress' love for him, he is the first-class Marquis of Wu.

She didn't know how to answer his question.

Looking at him flickeringly, but read the word distress from his small face.

With a pain in her heart, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, and the little boy had already thrown himself into her arms.

Neither of them spoke.

The little boy raised his head from her arms and said seriously: "Are you my mother?"

Biting her lip and struggling for a moment, she hugged him tightly and nodded heavily: "My good Binger, good son, good baby."

She kissed his forehead again and again, reluctant to let go: "How can you be so smart that you know that I am your mother."

The little prince in his arms whined twice, and said muffledly: "You all think that I am young and ignorant, but in fact I know everything. You are my mother, the emperor is my father, foster father... foster father is... ..."

He raised his head, looked at her face, and blinked: "Mother, are you Feng Qiqi?"

He hesitated to speak: "In the secret room of my adoptive father, there is a portrait hanging very similar to me. I never knew who it was until... I met Imperial Physician He."

She trembled and shook her head: "Bing'er, Mother doesn't know... Mother, Mother is afraid."

(End of this chapter)