If you don't eat or drink alone for seven days, everyone will starve to death, not to mention my mother and grandfather who died of massive bleeding. There are no such coincidences in this world."
The words in a lowered voice filled Hua Wuchen's ears. Hua Wuchen, who had looked sure just now, suddenly changed his face. He raised his eyes in shock and looked directly at Ziyu, his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his face was filled with
Unbelievable and doubtful.
"Impossible, how could there be such a long time in between? Impossible, absolutely impossible, you are lying to me." Shaking his head, Hua Wuchen was completely in disbelief.
It is absolutely impossible for the body to be exhumed and still alive after being buried for seven days. No, it shouldn't be like this. This is different from what Huiniang and Hua Fei said at the beginning.
Ziyu reached out and grabbed Hua Wuchen's slightly shaking shoulders: "Grandpa, calm down."
Ziyu, who had slaughtered more than 100,000 soldiers and horses in the great war, now had a vague feeling of chilling and rock-like stability in her body. As soon as she patted Hua Wuchen, Hua Wuchen was immediately affected and came back to his senses slightly, and quickly
He restrained his gaffe just now and didn't let people in the distance see him.
Seeing this, Ziyu patted Hua Wuchen's hand and said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, as you just said, there is no need for you to get me a fake mother. There is no need for me and my father to tell you about my real mother.
It’s a fake, and the reason why I don’t recognize it is because it’s too unbelievable for people to believe.”
After all, he was the elder of the clan. When Hua Wuchen came back to his senses and listened to Ziyu's words, his face suddenly became serious, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and a majestic look flashed on his face.
"Yu'er, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a clear explanation." Hua Wuchen became suspicious.
Hearing this, Ziyu nodded and lowered his eyes slightly towards Hua Wuchen: "Grandpa, remember not to make wedding clothes for others."
After hearing this, Hua Wuchen raised his head and glanced at Ziyu, and nodded to Ziyu with understanding.
If there is really a problem with his daughter Huiniang, it means that someone borrowed their knife to kill someone. How could he allow such a thing to happen.
Seeing that Hua Wuchen understood what she meant, Ziyu smiled slightly and reached out to hold Hua Wuchen's arm. With a smile and a smile, Yanyan pretended that the two of them were doing well and admired the chrysanthemums in the garden.
Ziyu didn't want to get involved with the fake Huiniang's matter at first, but she didn't expect that there were spies in Beiming Changfeng's place and caused big trouble, so she couldn't tolerate the fake Huiniang still lurking in her mother's family.
Spies, rather than letting her stab them at the critical moment, it would be better to pull it out quickly now.
The wind blows, and the colorful chrysanthemums in the garden bloom in the cold wind. The faint fragrance of chrysanthemums is refreshing, which is amazingly beautiful in this cold autumn.
"Grandpa, look at the chrysanthemums in your yard. They are so beautiful. My granddaughter recalled a good poem about chrysanthemums and read it to grandpa. If she asked about the love of autumn, no one knew about it. She murmured and clasped her hands behind her back.
Dongli, solitary and proud, everyone hides in the world, and it is too late to bloom...".
Faint sounds of laughter and poetry came from the depths of the garden, all indicating that Ziyu and Hua Wuchen were in a very good mood and chatting happily.
"What a poem. It's true that she is the Crown Princess. Listen to her talent."
"I originally thought that the crown prince Wu Xing would come to earth, but now I know that our crown prince is still descending to earth as Wen Quxing..."
"No, listen to this artistic conception, it is simply wonderful...".