The officers and soldiers who came after hearing the news surrounded the house, and finally concluded that the water had accidentally escaped during the night.

Two bodies were found, a man and a woman burned alive.

Feng Heng knew that it was her adoptive father and sister. She was about to collapse. She didn't know what she should do.

I don’t know how I should take my future path?

Just like that, wandering around Lin'an City aimlessly, eating hungry and filling.

Until later, I met "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi.

...

"Brother-in-law, do you still know me?"

"Aheng——"

Emperor Ning Zong, who had always been calm and calm, stood up from his seat in an instant!

The word "brother-in-law" stunned the old eunuch standing aside, and also stunned Huang Yaoshi behind him.

"Is Mo'er a child of today's official family?"

Feng Heng is easy to identify because her appearance has not changed much from twenty years ago due to her special experience.

"It's really Ah Heng! Where have you been these past years? My brother-in-law has worked so hard to find you!"

Maybe it was because he suddenly saw Feng Heng, maybe Emperor Ning Zong was always thinking about something, maybe he was really old...

He even broke into tears regardless of his official reputation.

"Looking for me? If you really find me, will I still be alive? Will I die inexplicably like my adoptive father and sister?"

Feng Heng suddenly asked loudly, and his own tears also flowed down.

For a time, there was a brief silence in the imperial study room.

"I came here tonight just to tell my brother-in-law some good news."

Feng Heng wiped away his tears and pulled "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi over.

"Brother-in-law, this is my husband-in-law. Since you know the name of my husband-in-law, you should know that we live on the "Peach Blossom Island" in the East China Sea. It is only a day's journey from Lin'an on a quick horse."

"Next month, the eighth day of August, is my daughter's wedding day."

Feng Heng was talking to himself, and then took out a roll of brocade silk from his sleeve.

"This is a portrait I drew of my daughter and son-in-law. Think of it as a souvenir for my brother-in-law."

Feng Heng handed over the brocade silk. The old eunuch hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to take it.

After careful inspection and finding nothing unusual, he handed it to Emperor Ning Zong.

"Dongxie" didn't know when Feng Heng made the painting, but he vaguely guessed her intention.

Emperor Ningzong was confused as to why Feng Heng gave him the portraits of her daughter and son-in-law.

But I still took it in my hand, spread it on the desk, and opened it.

Through the light, Emperor Ningzong saw that there were indeed two people painted on the brocade silk. The painting was exquisite and lifelike.

One is a little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, who looks very similar to A Heng. There are two words "Huang Rong" written next to it. This should be the girl's name.

Another man, very handsome, with eight-colored eyebrows and bright starry eyes, also had the name "Guo Mo" written next to him, but there was an extra line of small words under the man's portrait.

"October 16th, the sixth year of Qingyuan"

"This is?"

Emperor Ning Zong frowned and looked at Feng Heng in confusion.

"This is my daughter Huang Rong and son-in-law Guo Mo, getting married on the eighth day of August next month at 'Peach Blossom Island'."

"It's getting late, brother-in-law, let's go to bed early. Ah Heng is leaving."

After saying that, without waiting for Emperor Ningzong's reply, he walked out, and Huang Yaoshi hurriedly followed.

The imperial study fell into silence again, and Emperor Ningzong just kept staring at the brocade silk. When he was young, he actually showed a surprised smile.

"Everyone...everyone, is this the younger sister of 'Han Wanrong' back then?"

The old eunuch had seen Feng Heng back then, but he was hidden in the dark and Feng Heng had not seen him.

"Yes, you can be considered the one who handled what happened back then. Unfortunately, you fell short in the end and lost the lives of 'Han Wanrong' and her father, and even the children..."

Seeing Emperor Ning Zong crying again, the old eunuch hurriedly knelt down to apologize again.

"It's all the old slave's miscalculation. I thought it would be a foolproof thing, but I didn't expect that something would come out that took the inside out, causing the seventh prince to..."

"Hahaha--"

Before the old eunuch had finished speaking, Emperor Ning Zong actually burst into laughter. He smiled and burst into tears again.

What is going on? Could it be that the official family was stimulated and became "mad"?

The old eunuch didn't care about asking for forgiveness. He stood up from the ground, came to Emperor Ning Zong's side, and reached out to take Ning Zong's pulse.

There is nothing unusual except for feeling a little weak and not sleeping well.

"You old guy, your secret of kung fu skills has been exposed, why don't you just pretend in front of me?"

Ning Zong seemed to be very happy, staring at the brocade silk in front of him without blinking, unable to believe that this was true.

I'm afraid that like the dreams I've had for so many years, when I wake up, I find that it's just a dream.

The old eunuch didn't understand, what happened to his master?

It has been decades, but it seems that it has never happened before, and there are times when I can't figure it out.

"Everyone, what's wrong with you? You cry sometimes and laugh sometimes. You should have a good relationship with me, otherwise I'd be upset all the time."

"Old man, come and see for yourself——"

When Emperor Ningzong pointed at the brocade silk on the desk, he was reluctant to hand it to the old eunuch.

The old eunuch had no choice but to go forward and stay close to Emperor Ning Zong.

"This... the painting is really good. It looks like it was written by Miss Ziheng."

"This little girl is so beautiful. She looks so much like Miss Heng."

"This man is also handsome. He is a perfect match. 'Guo Mo' is a good name."

"October 16th, the sixth year of Qingyuan, I am just twenty-one years old this year..."

Suddenly, the old eunuch was stunned. He looked at the portrait and then at Emperor Ningzong.

Emperor Ningzong was in a good mood, and he cooperated with the old eunuch, raising his face and getting as close to the light as possible.

"Everyone, this...is this?"

Emperor Ning Zong nodded seriously.

The old eunuch was also very excited, and regardless of etiquette, he stepped forward, held the portrait in both hands, looked at it carefully, and carefully compared it with the memory of Emperor Ning Zong when he was young.

Suddenly, he knelt down on the ground, facing the direction of the Ancestral Temple, holding up the brocade silk with both hands.
Chapter completed!