Chu Yue seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Mother, my aunt's adoptive parents, the family named Song, have been exiled to the base slave camp. The people sent by the Mu Mansion to secretly investigate have sent news recently."
Mu Qinghuang frowned: "The investigators did send some innocuous news, saying that Miss Song went crazy after being humiliated, that her eldest son Song Liance was beaten to death for being too arrogant, and that Song's mother was depressed and died within a few days.
He has died of illness. As for the father of the Song family, it is said that he jumped into the river to find a dagger. According to the reports from the investigators, he was squatting day and night, observing the situation of the four members of the Song family all the time. All the deaths were real and natural.
, definitely not a plot, but..."
"It seems that my mother is also confused." Chu Yuexu narrowed her eyes.
"It's too normal and seems abnormal."
Mu Qinghuang said: "If someone wants the Song family to die, the four members of the Song family will have to die. In order to avoid suspicion, I just did this. Xiao Chu, if you ask this, could it be that you suspect... a package swap?"
Your aunt is the same person who colluded with the Nangong clan."
Having said this, Mu Qinghuang took a deep breath: "If it is as you think, then there is only one person in Beizhou who has such power."
That is...
The Lord of Beizhou, Lord Red Eagle!
Chu Yue closed her eyes, with a desolate smile on her lips.
All he could think of was the figure of a young man practicing swordplay 90,000 years ago, and his sincere eyes.
"Sister, I don't have a name, please give me a name."
"Red Eagle? Red Eagle is good. I want to be like a falcon."
"Sister, I will become an emperor's man in the future. When the time comes, can you be the queen?"
"Ah, this sword technique is too tiring. Ying'er doesn't want to practice it. Well, my sister said it. If you keep practicing the sword technique, you will become a real descendant of the dragon."
"elder sister,......"
I still remember that the last time I met the boy was on the top of the mountain in Fenglin City.
That was their first acquaintance and the final ending of the story.
"Sister, are you really going to leave? No matter where you are going or how long you go, Ying'er will be waiting for you to come back. She will definitely come back. Sister, you must come and see me."
The figure of the young man came from behind. She waved her hand, smiled easily, and then jumped and disappeared between heaven and earth.
On the top of the mountain, there are still young people shouting: "When the time comes, my sister will come to be Ying'er's queen!"
Chu Yue opened her eyes, and the pictures in her mind were all fragmented.
Like a bubble, it dissipates immediately.
This young man's sword skills were taught by her back then.
The purpose is to use the Renhuang sword technique to punish evil and promote good, to support justice, and to use the original intention and strength of the swordsman to save those who are in pain.
If the instigator behind this was really him, Chu Yue would naturally want to kill his relatives and end it with his own hands.
If it were someone else, she would have to dig it out and crush her bones to ashes, in order to satisfy the hatred of the Mu family!
"Xiao Chu, for so many years, my father has been criticized by others for sealing the sword. It was all because of Red Eagle Lord's efforts to protect him."
Mu Qinghuang said: "If it weren't for him, I would definitely protect Red Eagle Lord's Beizhou country. As a minister of Mu Mansion, it is the duty of a minister to be loyal to the king."
"I know, I will be careful."
Chu Yue's answer made Mu Qinghuang feel relieved.
She stretched out her hand, rubbed Chu Yue's hair, and smiled: "Xiao Chu has grown up."
Chu Yue raised her face, and a bright smile broke out at the corners of her lips.
After that, Chu Yue spent the whole afternoon at the military aircraft.
I didn't leave until very late.
When she left the military aircraft office, a dirty old man outside the door was begging and looked at her: "Little girl, can you buy me a cup of tea?"