The photo shows two men and women. The man is wearing a Zhongshan suit and is tall and handsome. The woman is wearing a water-blue cheongsam and a bun. She is very beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people dare not look at her.

Yang Luo stared at the photo in his hand tightly, and did not come to his senses until the lighter in his hand became hot and hot.

Li Tao and the madman looked at Yang Luo and asked in unison: "Do you know the people in the photo?"

Yang Luo took a deep breath, looked at the door with his eyes and said softly: "I know, this man is Jin Jiachun, and he has another name, especially his last name. I think you all should have heard of it."

"What?" Li Tao and the madman asked curiously again.

Yang Luo did not answer him, but took out a cigarette and lit a slut, then whispered: "His surname is Aisin Gioro and his name is Jiachun!"

Li Tao and the madman immediately glared, "Aisin Jueluo Jiachun?"

Yang Luo nodded: "He is the great-grandson of the last emperor Pu 1yi, and the fourth generation."

Li Tao and the madman looked at each other, and Li Tao said, "How could he come here? And he also joined Dong'an Tu?"

The madman said: "As a descendant of the Qing Dynasty royal family, perhaps he was unwilling to give up and wanted to use the power of Dong-1 Tu to restore the royal family!"

Yang Luo shook his head: "This is impossible. It's an era now. Only fools can have these irrelevant dreams."

"How is it impossible?" the madman said dissatisfied.

Yang Luo looked up at the door: "I finally know why Grandpa Mao is hanging in the opposite room." As he said that, he took a deep breath of cigarettes, "Because without Grandpa Mao's protection, there would be no continuation of the Aisin Jueluo clan now. In the past two years after Pu 1yi's pardon, Grandpa Mao often met him. Pu 1yi has been living a single life. Once, the two had dinner together, Grandpa Mao raised his marriage issue. Just joked that the emperor could not get married without the queen. In this way, Pu 1yi not only had a happy marriage, but his lineage was also continued under the protection of Grandpa Mao. It can be said that Aisin Jueluo respected Grandpa Mao very much, especially Pu 1yi's lineage. Therefore, I don't believe that anyone who treasons, Aisin Jueluo Jiachun would not treason."

The madman said: "People always change, not to mention that it happened many years ago."

"No!" Yang Luo said, "Aisin Gioro Jiachun has another identity."

"What's the identity?" asked the madman.

Yang Luo lowered his head and stared at the fireworks that were undecided in his hand, and whispered: "He used to be a soldier, and was the deputy commander of the Fifth Guard Regiment of the Weirong District, Beijing."

"Then how did you know him?" the madman continued to ask.

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "Don't forget that at that time, I was the deputy commander of the Weirong army. I had just returned to Beijing and was in the army every day. I didn't know who I didn't know. Moreover, the old man had met him in person. I was at the scene at that time. It was at this time that I realized his true identity."

The madman frowned and Li Tao said, "This matter is really strange. Logically speaking, a lieutenant colonel has disappeared and is still serving in the Weirong army. Even if it is kept confidential, we can't have no information after so many years."

Yang Luo said: "Nothing is strange, because he died more than ten years ago." Yang Luo's voice was very soft. If it weren't for the quietness in the room, Li Tao and the madman would not be able to hear it.

"What did you say?" Li Tao and the madman said in unison again, "He died more than ten years ago?"

Yang Luo nodded: "You should know that the Fifth Guard Regiment is an elite lightweight and fast response force. At that time, he personally led the team to deal with an emergency and died. Although I was still young at that time, I also attended his funeral."

The madman suddenly shivered: "I'm really a ghost, or does he have twin brothers?"

"No!" Yang Luo said with certainty, "He has a sister, and he is a side-sect."

Li Tao, who was thinking about things, suddenly looked up and said, "Say to death!"

Yang Luo slowly curled a smile on his lips: "Yes, it seems that he was not dead back then, but received a task and pretended to die!"

The madman nodded: "That's easy to explain."

Yang Luo said: "He was named Jin Jiachun when he served. He probably didn't know much about his true identity. After he pretended to die, he used his identity as a descendant of royal blood to contact Dong-1 Tu. It is definitely an extraordinary thing for those fanatics who are full of holy wars and establish bullshit Dong-1 Tu-1 Jue-1 Stan. This also confirms my guess. The reason why Aisin Gioro Jiachun has a high status here. If I guess correctly, Maihe Sumu Aishan was arrested in China a few years ago, it must be the news he sent."

Li Tao let out a long sigh: "Since he came here to perform the mission, he died a few years ago, could he be the one who was exposed?"

Yang Luo shook his head and said, "No, if his identity is exposed, Abu and his family will not survive now. I guess, it may have been a casualty. Even another agent who was alone with him was also sacrificed, so he lost contact with the country. More importantly, the country does not know the situation of Abu and his son. Otherwise, if they don't care, they will definitely send someone to rescue them."

Li Tao said in contemplation: "I'm wondering, how could he bring his wife here and have children here when he is carrying out a mission. What makes me even more incredible is that the superiors actually agree."

Yang Luo smiled and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground: "What's so strange? This will make you better gain the trust of Dong'1 Tu. And..." Yang Luo said, looking up at the door again, "I know Abu's mother's identity."

"You know this too?" the madman muttered with wide eyes.

"Hey!" Yang Luo laughed and waved the photo in his hand. "I tell you, her identity is not simple either. It is not surprising to think of the paintings on the wall, as well as her natural temperament and literary literacy."

Li Tao and the madman looked at Yang Luo and waited for his answer.

Yang Luo said: "Her name is Yehenara Mingyue. You have never heard of his father, but he is definitely famous in the field of culture. He is known as the number one in Chinese Manchu and Han calligraphy. The old man learned calligraphy from him. It can be said that I knew Yehenara Mingyue first, and later I met Aisin Gioro Jiachun. Well, they were the two of them together, but they were matched by the old man."

Li Tao and the madman took a breath and Yang Luo sighed: "Human love, hate, and love are really wonderful!"

Li Tao smacked his lips and said, "Yes, the love, hatred and affection between the Yehenara clan and the Aixin Jueluo clan can be traced back to the late Yuan Dynasty and the early Ming Dynasty."

The madman was listening with his ears on his ears, but Li Tao said something and stopped talking. He was so anxious that he scratched his head: "I said Taozi, can you finish your words? It's too unauthentic for you to kill and bury it."

Li Tao glanced at the madman with contempt: "Who told you not to study hard? Students all know this history in their childhood. Do you still have the nerve to ask?"

The madman smiled and scratched his head: "You don't know, when I was in school, I saw those square characters and piles of numbers, adding, subtracting, multiplication and division, and my head hurts."

Yang Luo chuckled: "At that time, a war broke out between the two clans. At that time, in order to make the Yehenara surrender, the leader of the Aisin Gioro family pointed to the earth and said: We are the most noble gold on the earth (Aisin Gioro means gold). The leader of the Yehenara laughed and pointed to the sun in the sky and said: What is gold? Our surname is it (Yehenara means sun). As a result, in that war, the Yehenara family finally defeated the Aisin Gioro family and became the largest tribe of the Jurchen tribe at that time.

However, the development of history is unpredictable. The Yehenara clan and the Aisin Jueluo clan always wander between enemies and friends. When it is an enemy, it is inevitable that there will be a few battles. When it is a friend, marriage will begin. Whether it is a war or a harmony depends on the situation and interests at that time. In fact, the Yehenara clan and the Aisin Jueluo clan have been blood relatives for generations. Not only was the Yehenara clan born to Yehenara clan, but also married women from the Yehenara tribe. Huang Taiji, the son of Nuerhaci, was born to the Yehenara clan Menggu."

Speaking of this, Yang Luo got up on the ground and moved his body. "What's incredible is that the Qing Dynasty was indeed destroyed by the Yehenara clan. Empress Dowager Cixi's surname was Yehenara, and her conservatism and stubbornness accelerated the demise of the Qing Dynasty. The one who finally signed the Qing emperor's abdication treaty was Empress Dowager Cixi's niece, Empress Dowager Longyu, who also had a surname of Yehenara. So, the Aixin Jueluo clan seemed to have been cursed by ancient gods. She had been entangled with the Yehenara clan for hundreds of years, but was finally destroyed in the hands of Yehenara."

As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, he looked at the door again, "Mingyue, you have heard it for so long, come in."

The thick door curtain was shining through a trace of light, and then the door curtain was lifted. Abu's mother, Yehenara Mingyue, stood there with a car lamp on her face with tears on her face.

"You...who are you?"

Yang Luo walked over, helped Yehenara Mingyue into the house, and then asked her to sit on the bed: "My name is Yang Luo, I once met you."

"Yang Luo!" Mingyue's lips buzzed, "Where have you seen me?"

Yang Luo said: "I was still young at that time, only thirteen or fourteen years old, and I was with the old man. At that time, you were painting the old man, and I accidentally got all the paint on you."

"Ah!" Mingyue shouted, "Are you that little trickster?" As he said that, he put the gas lamp on the ground, grabbed Yang Luo's hand, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Yang Luo's heart suddenly throbbed: "Yes!"

Mingyue's tears fell: "Is it, is it that the country asked you to come and pick us up home?"

Yang Luo nodded heavily: "Yes, I'm here to pick you up home."

Mingyue smiled, but tears kept flowing: "I knew, I knew that the country would not abandon us, and would definitely send someone to pick us up home."

After Mingyue's mood stabilized, Yang Luo asked: "How did Jiachun sacrifice?"

Mingyue shook her head: "I don't know. He left six years ago and never came back. I know he will never come back. And I have been waiting for the past six years. I believe you will definitely come and pick us up..."

Yang Luo and Mingyue chatted until dawn, and then Yang Luo checked Mingyue's eyes again and found that it was indeed cataracts, so he felt relieved. He was just a woman who was once beautiful and incomparable. She felt sad for the country to become like this now.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then Abu ran in panting and shouted when he saw Yang Luo: "Brother Yang, something big happened!"
Chapter completed!