"Miss Mu, it's getting late tonight, so you can stay here temporarily."
Mu Qingxiao looked up and saw a girl standing with her hands hanging at the door, Taorui, take good care of Miss Mu.
Amon said to the lady, he deliberately said the word "mu" very hard, very hard
Taorui nodded
Xiliang Palace
Hu Yanzhuo was restless. Today's discovery was too important for him.
Amon, what do you think?
Amen looked at Hu Yanzhuo and two words came to his mind: It's over
Putting aside the issue of Mu Qingxiao's identity as a substitute, the current performance of Gong Shijun alone makes people sweat.
"Your Majesty, she is not the queen."
Amen answered Hu Yanzhuo's question rationally. The obvious changes in the emperor made Amen a little scared. What if this was a strategic issue of the enemy's envoy?
"But, she really looks like her"
Listening to Amen's question, Hu Yanzhuo slowly sat on the chair and looked. His handsome eyes were blue. In fact, Amen was right. She was not Mu Qingxiao. Mu Qingxiao was dead, really dead.
I remember her eyebrows and her eyes very clearly, but Qing Xiao, you are so cruel, you didn’t even leave me a single word
"Your Majesty, if you really like Miss Mu, I suggest you check out Miss Mu's life experience first." Amon suggested slowly. Maybe it would be good if you could keep Miss Mu in the palace and be a substitute for the queen.
Hu Yan looked at Amon with burning eyes, what did he just say? "You mean, let her be a substitute?"
Amon stopped talking and just nodded. Yes, since she looks like the queen so much, why not be the substitute?
Hu Yanzhuo pursed his lips lightly, said no more, and just waved to Amon.
Hu Yanzhuo put his hand on the second rib on the left. He seemed to see her eyebrows again, a pair of curved eyebrows, apricot eyes smiling, and his small hand gently took his hand and placed it on her left rib.
On the two ribs, he said sweetly, here is Hu Yanzhuo
This is Hu Yanzhuo
This is Mu Qingxiao
Hu Yanzhuo slowly closed his eyes, with tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. He thought of the woman he met for the first time today. Was she really not Mu Qingxiao?
"Father, I seem to have seen my mother today."
Hu Yanfan walked in like an adult, but when he saw Hu Yanzhuo's sadness alone, he regretted it. He knew clearly how important his mother was in his father's heart, but by mentioning it, didn't he mean that he was in his father's heart?
To add salt to the king’s wounds?
"Fan'er, she's not"
Hu Yanzhuo sorted out his emotions and said coldly, "Yes, he is not. How could he have his heartstrings touched by a similar woman? She is not
"Father, have you never seen her? She is really my mother, with the same face and the same breath, she is"
Hu Yanzhuo looked at Hu Yanzhuo defensively, his father never saw his mother at all, how could he deny it outright?
"Fan'er, Qingxiao is dead, she is dead"
Mu Qingxiao is dead. This is an unlucky fact. Hu Yanzhuo looked at Hu Yanzhuo distressedly. When will our father and son be able to get out of Mu Qingxiao's curse? Maybe we will never be able to get out in this life.
"Father, my mother is not dead. I believe that my mother is not dead," Hu Yanfan said firmly. "People say that if you are alive, you will see people, and if you are dead, you will see the body. How can my father say that my mother is not dead based on an imperial mausoleum?"
