Wei Junmo disagreed and said calmly: "The prince who escaped."

Seeing that King Yan and Nangong Mo were both looking at him speechlessly, Mr. Wei said calmly: "When he was let go by Nangong Huai, the Prince of Beiyuan was about 11 or 2 years old, and it was thirty-two years old now. Gong Xiaodie was twenty-three years old this year. When she was born, the prince should have been over twenty years old. What's wrong?"

"..." No, nothing is wrong, we just think you have too much brains.

"So... Gong Yuchen is the son of the Han concubine and the Prince of Beiyuan? Gong Xiaodie is the son of the Han concubine and the little prince of Beiyuan? Are they brothers and sisters or uncles and nephews?"

"..." You have a lot of imagination. Who stipulates that Gong Yuchen and Gong Xiaodie must be the same mother?

King Yan sighed and said, "These are just our guesses, and there is no use. It doesn't matter who the son Gong Yuchen is, what he wants to do is important." Nangong Mo nodded and said, "It is obvious that Gong Yuchen's purpose is the same as the Beiyuan people. Subvert the Central Plains... Perhaps, this place is planned to start layout since Gong Yuchen was born. The pure Buddhist land is indeed the best hiding place for the remnants of the previous dynasty. Don't worry about being suspected, you can also contact the powerful and powerful family in Jinling."

King Yan nodded. If it weren't for being plotted by Nian Yuan at the beginning, why would he be restrained everywhere? But who would have thought that a generation of Buddhist masters like Nian Yuan would have such an identity? When Gong Xiaodie appeared, he suspected her identity, but even if he confirmed Gong Xiaodie's identity, he would not immediately doubt Nian Yuan. If Gong Yuchen hadn't always been busy fighting with Wei Junmo and occasionally scrutinizing one and another, I'm afraid that King Yan would have to go further in doubting him.

King Yan said: "Yesterday Nianyuan had already taken people out of the army, and the people sent to follow him were dumped."

It was not surprising that Nangong Mo and Wei Junmo looked at each other. Gong Yuchen had been operating as Nianyuan for many years, and this place was already close to Jinling. It is possible that Nianyuan had more power than the Yanwang Mansion in this generation.

Wei Junmo asked, "How does my uncle plan to deal with the concubine of the palace?"

King Yan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment and said lightly: "Just just a woman. Let's take off the mask on her face. I have seen enough."

It was not surprising that Nangong Mo shrugged, and King Yan didn't care much about Gong Xiaodie. The time when Gong Xiaodie appeared was too coincidental. King Yan was afraid that he wanted to see what the envoy behind the scenes wanted to do to keep Gong Xiaodie. However... Gong Xiaodie's identity is a time bomb for King Yan.

"If Gong Xiaodie's identity is transmitted..." It would be no good for King Yan to pass on the identity of Gong Xiaodie's Beiyuan royal family or Zhang Dingfang's adopted daughter. The remnants of the previous dynasty or the thief? The dignified King Yan gave birth to a child when he was entangled with such a person. If King Yan ascended the throne in the future, would the bloodline of the Great Xia royal family still be mixed into the bloodline of the Northern Yuan people? Then what were the people who worked hard to drive the Northern Yuan people out of the Central Plains?

Wei Junmo said calmly: "It's okay, even if it's spread, there's no evidence. If Gong Yuchen wants to show up and say it, he will not have a place to stay. He will not do this unless he has to." Even if he really does this, it's impossible to solve it. As long as King Yan killed Gong Xiaodie on the spot, he said that he was deceived. According to the fact that there are some flaws in his reputation, he will just turn around and slowly clean it up.

Nangong Mo nodded, "That's right." However, the child's life will be difficult for him. Although the child is innocent, this kind of thing is really helpless. In this era, the Central Plains people are demanding on bloodlines, even if there are enlightened people who can tolerate foreign bloodlines, they probably do not include the Northern Yuan bloodline.

King Yan frowned and said with a headache: "Jun'er, you still have to come to attack Jinling. My body... I'm afraid I can't get up for a while."

When Wei Junmo heard this, he frowned and said, "No."

King Yan glared at him unhappily. Wei Junmo didn't see it, but just said calmly: "I don't have time, Wuxia and I are looking for Yaoyao."

King Yan couldn't help but grit his teeth. Wouldn't he worry about Yaoyao? If he could find it, what would it be wrong to delay the war for a few days? But the question is, is it so easy to find Yaoyao when it falls into Gong Yuchen's hands?

Wei Junmo looked at King Yan and said firmly: "I won't interfere in the Jinling business."

King Yan sighed and said, "You are still worried that Qian Chi and Qian Wei have any objections." Wei Junmo said nothing, obviously accusing him.

King Yan frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but he still couldn't help it. Wei Junmo lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Since he is in poor health, you might as well wait. Jinling... may not need to attack hard."

"Do you want to say that you will defeat others without fighting? Do you think Xiao Qianye is that kind of person?" King Yan disagreed. He had known Xiao Qianye's temperament for a long time. Even if I can't get such a person, I won't give it to you even if I can't get it. If Jinling really can't defend it, Xiao Qianye would rather fight until there is no one soldier left than surrender. Anyway, he doesn't need to charge into the battle.

Wei Junmo said calmly: "Who knows?"

Looking at his nephew who looked careless in front of him, His Highness Yan felt his blood rushing and his veins pounding. I endure it!

"You go, I'm going to rest!" King Yan drove the people out of anger. Wei Junmo didn't care, and took Nangong Mo's hand and turned around and went out.

Outside, Xiao Qianchi and others hurriedly surrounded him, "Cousin, how are your father?"

Wei Junmo shook his head and said, "It's okay."

King Yan did not summon him, and they did not dare to go in. Since Wei Junmo said it was okay, it should be really okay, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Qianchi asked, "Then... cousin, the father has given him instructions, what should the concubine of the palace do?" Although he didn't know if Gong Xiaodie was from the Gong Qi group, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Everyone looked at Gong Xiaodie, who was sitting on the side and lost, and she was abandoned again! Gong Qi didn't say that!, but when he left, Gong Qi left her in the military camp without even looking at her. Gong Xiaodie didn't know what she was going to face, and for a moment she felt that the whole world was cold without a trace of warmth.

Nangong Mo sighed and said, "Senior Brother, please take down the things from Gong Fangxian's face."

After taking off the mask, Gong Xiaodie is no longer Gong Banxian's concubine of the Yan Prince's Mansion. After all, there are many people who have seen Gong Xiaodie Zhang look like. Even if Gong Yuchen wants to use Gong Xiaodie as a person in the future, he is not the same person at all. Gong Fangfei is dead, and the living is Zhang Wuxin, the adopted daughter of Zhang Dingfang who was caught by them.

Mr. Xiange nodded, looked at Gong Xiaodie's perfect face and smiled, "Okay. I also want to know what kind of skillful hands are that are even more powerful than me." Although it could be seen that Gong Xiaodie's face was fake, Mr. Xiange still couldn't make such a delicate mask.

As he said that, he stood up and walked towards Gong Xiaodie. Gong Xiaodie immediately retreated in horror, "What do you want to do? Don't touch me!"

Master Xiange tsk, "Don't say that I'm going to be strong for you, let me see, what ugly face is under this mask?"

Only then did Xiao Qianchi and others realize that Gong Xiaodie's face was actually fake. I couldn't help but feel creepy when I thought about getting along with someone I didn't even know about in the past few years.

"Go away! Don't touch my face!" Gong Xiaodie stared at Mr. Xiange fiercely, trying to force him away with a sharp look. But Mr. Xiange wouldn't be frightened by her gaze that was not afraid of threat? Mr. Xiange had long been interested in the mask on her face, but he had been embarrassed to take action due to the face of King Yan before, but now that King Yan himself agreed, he naturally wouldn't be polite.

A small but thin knife appeared at the fingertips of Mr. Xiange. Mr. Xiange smiled and said, "Don't move. If this young master accidentally slips his hand, I'll be embarrassed."

"You...you..."

The spirit of Lianxiang Xiyu has never existed in Young Master Xiange, so Gong Xiaodie could only stiffen her body and let the cold knife move around her face. After a while, Young Master Xiange raised his eyebrows, raised the tip of the knife gently, and tore off one thing without hesitation with his other hand.

After the mask was torn off, it became even thinner and almost completely transparent at first glance. But such a small thing could completely turn one person's face into another. I have to say that the person who made this mask is really a genius.

"Ah?" Xiao Qianchi suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's gaze. Xiao Qianchi pointed at Gong Xiaodie who was abandoned by Mr. Xiange and ignored him. Gong Xiaodie's originally beautiful face was still beautiful, but it became particularly pale because of not seeing the sunlight for several years. If this was the case, of course it would not be enough to make Xiao Qianchi lose his composure. Xiao Qianchi exclaimed that there were strange dark purple marks growing on the pale face without a trace of blood. It looked even more shocking on the white and weird face.

Gong Xiaodie covered her face in horror. Although she didn't know what was going on, Xiao Qianchi's surprised gaze made her feel very bad.

Young Master Xiange glanced lightly and said disrespectfully: "It's nothing. I've been wearing the mask for too long, and the blood vessels under the flesh have mutated. The medicine for protecting the mask is not used to nourish the skin." It is estimated that a few people in this world would kill themselves and put a mask soaked in medicine on their faces for several years.

"By the way... why do I look familiar? You said that it would be nice to confuse King Yan with his face, which is a little better than this mask. Isn't this an extra move, and it's also wasted such a good mask." Young Master Xiange said with a little dissatisfaction.

Nangong Mo coughed lightly and said, "Senior Brother, Zhang Wuxin, you have seen him before."
Chapter completed!