Outsiders also have golden fingers

After lunch, the two masters went to take a nap.

Xiaojun told Ling'er that there was a small pavilion built on a piece of flat land on the top of the hill in front, and they used to go there to play.

Although it is a bit far to climb up and the road is not easy to walk, the rustling mountain wind above is very cool and pleasant, and the condescending terrain is flat, which is perfect for talking and listening without fear of others.

Xiaojun thoughtfully brought snacks and tea in a basket, and went over with Ling'er.

Ling'er already had a premonition that Xiaojun had something very important to tell him, probably related to Princess Mingzhu.

That day she mentioned that Princess Mingzhu was humiliated and slandered by Princess Xiangrui and Du Baoyi's gang. Xiaojun's expression changed instantly. Although he quickly covered up the past, it still made her suspicious.

Although it was relatively hot in the afternoon, it was much cooler on the mountain, and there were basically shade trees. As they were martial arts practitioners for many years, the two of them walked very briskly, and the steep trail was not a problem for them at all.

After arriving at the top of the mountain, Qing Ling was very satisfied. It was indeed a good place, with pleasant cool breeze and beautiful scenery. You could also see a mountain stream gurgling down the mountain not far away.

This top of the mountain is also different from other places. It is actually round and flat. The small pavilion is also well maintained. You can see that people come here often.

The ground is full of green grass and unknown wild flowers. Because the soil layer is too thin, there are only a few scattered small trees, which can't hide people at all. The surrounding bushes are still far away, so there is really no fear of someone eavesdropping.

This was the first time that Xiaojun brought her here. Qingling became more and more sure of her own thoughts. What he wanted to say must be very important.

The two of them walked around the top of the mountain, looked at the surrounding scenery, and then came to the pavilion. Xiaojun laid out dried fruit snacks and fragrant tea, and Qingling sat opposite him, looking at him with a smile.

"Ling'er, are you already suspicious of my life experience?"

The two of them had already been connected and trusted each other, and there was no need to hide from each other. They nodded lightly:

"Yes, when Princess Pearl was mentioned that day, your expression suddenly became very excited, and then you became very angry after hearing it. You are the kind who really cares about her.

Although you quickly covered it up, you can still cover it up, but I still noticed something unusual about you.

Yesterday you specially asked me to come here today. I guess you want to tell me something very important.

There is no need to tell lies between us, you can say whatever you want and I am all ears! "

"Ling'er, I have never told you my true identity. It's not that I forgot, it's that I really can't tell you.

As long as my identity is spread out, it will cause great disaster. Telling you will only cause you a heavy psychological burden.

Master and Uncle Du Feng may have told you more than once about their experience of rescuing me, so let me tell you from front to back.

Linger, I am Chai Jun, the eldest son of the emperor who has been missing for many years, and Princess Mingzhu is my only half-sister..."

Qing Ling roughly guessed Xiaojun's true identity before the two masters, and was more or less mentally prepared.

She was really frightened and stood up suddenly. She looked at Xiaojun in disbelief and didn't know what to say.

It turns out that what was written in the romance novel was not entirely fabricated. She actually met the prince in trouble, and he was not just an outcast, but the legitimate eldest son of the emperor!

She is also considered a native of the ancients, so she naturally knows what it means to be the eldest son. The bigger the family, the more extraordinary it is.

This probability is so lucky that she can even buy a big prize. Could this be her biggest golden finger?
When she thought of Xiaojun's situation, she didn't know what to say. Yes, they were all princes in trouble. If they were in trouble, could their situation be better?
If they were really in a good situation, it would be impossible for them to have any intersection. It would be almost as if they were separated by clouds and mud.

Xiaojun felt very guilty for having really scared Sister Ling'er. Just as he was about to explain, Qingling had come to her senses and was uneasily arranging her hair that was messed up by the mountain wind: "Don't worry, I just think it was too sudden. How could this happen? It’s just like in the drama..."

"Sister Ling'er, I'm sorry. I kept it secret from you for so long because I didn't want you to worry. After all, it would be too scary for me to tell you my identity, and it would probably bring disaster.

But I can't help you if I don't say it. I can't let you help me in a daze. It may cause you trouble in the end.

Sit down, Ling'er, don't panic, don't be afraid, listen to me slowly. "

Xiaojun stepped forward and pulled Qingling to sit down again, and his mind gradually calmed down.

"Ling'er, did you never expect this result in your dreams? Then let me tell you, don't worry, just listen slowly.

My memory has been much stronger than other people's since I was a child. Although I can't compare with you, it's still far better than others.From about the age of three, I remember everything that happened.

I didn't know at the time, and I thought all children were like this.

But one time, I fell seriously ill because of my mother's torment. The nanny hugged me and coaxed me. I said some childish words, and the nanny was shocked.

I quickly warned me again and again not to let others know that my memory is so good, which is a bit scary.

Only then did I realize that not all children have good memories. Some things can only be explained by talent. "

He really didn't dare say that he started remembering things just a few months after he was born, and he didn't say that he started remembering things when he was about four years old, as the wet nurse had told him.

At three years old, he felt it wasn't too outrageous.

Qing Ling's heart was filled with panic. He was three years old. Xiaojun's expression was cryptic. He must have started remembering things earlier than three years old.

He thought it was too scary, so he chose the age of three.

She has memories since she was born, and that's because she is a modern person who was born through fetal trauma.

But Xiaojun is clearly a normal ancient person. He is not a time traveler at all. This cannot be hidden from her, just like how she used to hear Zhao Guang's pronunciation with a Mandarin accent just from a few words spoken across the wall.

He is not a reborn person, but he can occasionally dream about some key things in his past life, many of which are still being guessed.

Maybe the answer to the mystery would be solved later. She calmed down and signaled that she was fine, allowing Xiaojun to continue.

Xiaojun felt relieved and talked about the past events that he still couldn't let go of since he was locked up in a dark room and beaten and scolded by his mother when he was a child.

Qing Ling was stunned, and later she burst into tears. Xiaojun was really just a child at that time, and that woman was simply an insult to her mother's identity!

Regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, regardless of high or low birth, for a young child, a vicious and perverted mother, plus an uninvolved father, add up to a devastating disaster.

Young Xiaojun, how much hardship has he suffered that he shouldn't have to endure?
Xiaojun was so moved that he no longer hid it and told her all the dreams about his past life. He combined dreams and memories to restore most of the past events to her.

When she heard that Xiaojun's mother actually agreed to give him one life in exchange for saving her younger brother, Qingling felt that her soul had been hit as never before.

This woman, I really don’t know whether I should call her a retard, a saint, or a pervert?
It turns out that she is the Empress of the Zhou Dynasty who is admired and praised by everyone, the most noble, virtuous and benevolent woman in the entire Zhou Dynasty, the master of the harem who is inferior to one person and surpasses ten thousand people!