The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 732

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This is Xuanyuan Li?

Xuanyuan Li is of the same generation as the monarch, if he is alive, he should be about the same age as the monarch.

This should be a portrait of him when he was young.

Why is there a feeling of déjà vu, as if I have seen it somewhere?

Is it the tear mole? So did Xiao Heng.

Or the red tasseled gun in his hand?

"This is Xuanyuan Li, the former Patriarch of the Xuanyuan family." Seeing that she was fascinated, Ye Qing introduced her intimately.

The Xuanyuan family is a closely guarded taboo in the Yan Kingdom, Ye Qing is the eldest disciple of the National Master Hall, so he has the confidence to mention it.

Gu Jiao looked at it for a while, then carefully put away the portrait and opened another one.

This time she looked at the name first, Xuanyuan Sheng.

It's also a portrait of him when he was young, looking like he was in his early twenties.

He was wearing silver armor and holding a red-tasseled spear. He looked exactly like Xuanyuan Li, very heroic, with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

If he took off his battle armor, he would be a handsome young master with a fairy appearance like jade.

Ye Qing looked at the portrait and said: "Xuanyuan Cheng was weak and sick when he was a child, and with this cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, he was always laughed at by young masters of the same age as a little girl. Afterwards, he practiced martial arts with his father desperately, worked hard to become stronger, and finally became A generation of famous generals who can continue to write the legend of Xuanyuan Li God of War."

Gu Jiao sighed: "There is such an anecdote."

The man in the portrait is tall, with sharp eyes and a fierce aura. Who would have guessed that he had such an experience when he was a child?

The third portrait that Gu Jiao opened was the appearance of Empress Xuanyuan before leaving the pavilion, and the name on the bottom was Xuanyuan Hanyan.

It's a portrait of her riding on a horse and killing her, she has the demeanor of a general and a tiger girl.

The appearance is extremely beautiful.

Shangguan Yan resembled her very much, especially those pair of Ruifeng eyes.

From this point of view, Xiao Heng also looks like her.

The fourth portrait that Gu Jiao opened was also a daughter of the Xuanyuan family, named Xuanyuan Zi.

"Who is she?" Gu Jiao asked Ye Qing.

Ye Qing said with a pleasant face: "Xuanyuan Zi, the eldest daughter of Xuanyuan Li's family, Xuanyuan Cheng's biological sister, and later Princess Jingshi."

Gu Jiao was puzzled: "My son... concubine?"

Ye Qing thought for a while and said, "Ah,

Mrs. An Guo. When she died, Crown Prince Jing had not yet inherited the Duke's Mansion, so she was buried under the standard of the Imperial Concubine. "

Gu Jiao subconsciously said: "Jing Yinyin's mother?"

Now Ye Qing was confused: "Eh? Young Master Xiao, do you know?"

Gu Jiao snorted: "Suddenly came to mind."

Ye Qing expressed his understanding: "You have been in the capital for so long, you must have heard about the Duke An's Mansion."

"Well, I've heard of it." Gu Jiao continued to look at the woman in the portrait.

This is a face that is out of the ordinary. When you look at the facial features apart, none of them are too delicate, but they look good when put together.

It's the look that Gu Jiao likes.

Gu Jiao stared at Xuanyuan Zi's portrait for a long time, until the last sliver of skylight dimmed.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the stairs coming down from the third floor. It was a disciple who knocked over the scroll of a book in his hand, and it rolled on the ground.

Ye Qing quickly went to help him pick it up.

The two disciples on duty on the second floor did not move.

In Zangshu Pavilion, not only books and materials are divided into grades, but also disciples.

Disciples on the first floor cannot go up to the second floor, nor can they peep into the things on the second floor, and disciples on the second floor cannot go up to the third floor or touch things related to the third floor.

So Ye Qing can only help.

Seeing that the two disciples did not move, Gu Jiao probably understood that she was not suitable to go there, so she stayed where she was.

It's just that the disciple was in a hurry, and the portrait he picked up with great difficulty fell down again. He was so busy grabbing the portrait that he almost fell down.

Ye Qing was also very embarrassed by him.

A painting scroll rolled to Gu Jiao's feet. Gu Jiao picked it up without opening it, walked over and handed it to them: "Here."

Ye Qing took it: "Thank you."

There were a few scrolls scattered on the ground, Gu Jiao didn't bother to look at them, she turned around and left.

But her peripheral vision inadvertently caught a portrait.

Her first reaction was to continue to leave, but her second reaction was to stop suddenly.

This time, she looked at the portrait openly, and the disciple quickly rolled up the portrait and put it away.

He apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, big brother."

Ye Qing said tolerantly: "It's nothing, just be more careful next time."

He said gratefully: "Yes, then, senior brother, I am leaving."

Ye Qing nodded: "Go."

The disciple went down to the second floor with a pile of books and portraits.

The boy in the portrait lingered in Gu Jiao's mind.

Not for anything else, just because the boy's face looks too much like Long Yi's.

If Long Yi returned to the age of thirteen or fourteen, it might be like that.

Ordinary people cannot completely outline a person's face in their minds. Even the closest parents, as long as they close their eyes, there is only a vague outline left.

But Gu Jiao is a person who has received special training, she can embody all the faces she remembers.

She kept comparing Long Yi and the boy in the portrait in her mind.

Could that boy be Long Yi from many years ago? Or is it just a person who looks similar to Long Yi?

If it's the latter, it's fine, if it's Long Yi——

Judging from the distribution of the first and second floors, the more you go up, the more confidential it is.

The portrait just now was carried down from the third floor, even the portraits of the Xuanyuan family and the top ten aristocratic families are only on the second floor. Could it be that Long Yi's level of secrecy is higher than theirs?

...

In the study on the third floor, the monarch and the master of the state sat on the mat and played chess.

Wang Xu has been waiting beside the two for more than half an hour.

It wasn't until the last son of the national teacher fell that the monarch sighed: "You have won again."

The National Normal University said: "It's only half an eye win."

The monarch hummed: "Half-eye is also winning, don't think I didn't see that you have been handing over chess."

The master of the state looked at the monarch and said: "Your Majesty's chess skills are not so bad in the past. Your Majesty is absent-minded. Are you worried about the princess?"

"I'm not worried about her!" After the monarch finished speaking, he paused, "Also, she's not a princess anymore."

The master of the country did not expose it, it was you who called the princess last night.

The monarch hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Her injury... can it really be healed?"

"Yes." The national teacher said without thinking.

The monarch looked at him suspiciously: "You are too sure."

Master Guoshi said: "Because she performed the operation, I am very confident."

The monarch frowned even tighter: "Master, I have known you for more than thirty years, and you have never praised anyone in front of me. Is this Xiao Liulang really that good?"

The National Normal University said: "Yes."

The monarch is not used to the master of the state teacher praising a person like this, he didn't even praise Xuanyuan Li like this before.

"But I don't like him very much," said the monarch.

Master Guoshi poured a cup of tea for the monarch: "Is it because she doesn't have awe of the imperial power in her eyes? Just like...the Xuanyuan family used to be."

When mentioning the Xuanyuan family, the monarch's face darkened.

The National Teacher said calmly: "Your Majesty, don't worry about it. He is just a student from Zhao Kingdom. Apart from being proficient in medical skills and being able to shoot a bow, he also has a little skill, nothing else."

The monarch frowned: "It's nothing to be recognized by you to this extent?"

Master Guoshi seemed to be in a good mood, he smiled and said: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born young."

The monarch did not continue this topic.

The national teacher raised his hand.

A disciple who was waiting respectfully by his side came forward, intending to rearrange the chessboard, the monarch waved his hand: "Forget it, no more, it's getting late, I should go back to the palace."

"Your Majesty." The National Teacher looked at Wang Xu who was at the side.

Only then did the monarch remember that Wang Xu had just come over, but he was too involved in playing chess, so he kept Wang Xu waiting until now.

"What's the matter—" the monarch didn't finish his sentence, his voice stuck in his throat, and he frowned, "How did you become like this?"

Wang Xu has already changed back to his Guandu Lieutenant's uniform, but this pig's face cannot be changed for a while.

He didn't intend to smear the eldest grandson of the emperor, but said embarrassingly: "I fell down."

Master Guoshi took a sip of tea and said jokingly: "A person who practices martial arts has great strength, and the strength of this wrestling is also very human."

Ordinary people can't fall like pigs... Wang Xu was embarrassed, and it sounded better to fall by himself than to be beaten.

Returning to the main story, Wang Xuyan handed over his hands and reported: "The minister investigated the case of the princess's injury, and there are some clues."

"Oh?" The monarch just picked up the teacup and was about to drink it, when he heard the words, he put the cup down, "Speak."

Wang Xu took out a clean veil from his arms, and opened it to reveal a thin strand of Gesi: "This is what Wei Chen found in the thorn bushes at the scene of the crime. It should be from the murderer's clothes."

Zhang Dequan took the handkerchief and handed it to the king and the teacher.

Master Guoshi glanced at it, and said: "It's Gebu, produced in Huaiyang County, with a medium texture. Our National Teacher Palace also uses this kind of Gebu to make summer clothes for our disciples."

The materials that the disciples of the National Teacher Hall can afford to wear are not ordinary materials.

The monarch continued to look at Mr. Guoshi.

Master Guoshi picked it up and smelled it: "Without the smell of spices from our Guoshidian, you are not from the Guoshidian."

Monarch: Who doubts your National Teacher Hall?

Master Guoshi looked at Zhang Dequan: "Who in the palace wears this kind of Gesi?"

"This..." Zhang Dequan couldn't deduce this based on only a strand of Gesi.

Master Guoshi said to the disciples at the side: "Go and get a Gebu that is exactly the same."

"Yes." The disciple turned around and left.

Not long after, he brought over a long piece of Gebu.

Zhang Dequan stepped forward to touch it, and said in astonishment: "This is the kind of material that this servant is wearing!"

Master Guoshi said: "It seems that it is the father-in-law of your palace, or a father-in-law with the same rank as Zhang Eunuch."

Wang Xu added: "The other party did not leave any footprints at the scene, and I guess that the other party's lightness kung fu is extremely high."

There are not many eunuchs with light skills and high grades, but it cannot be ruled out that the other party has been hiding his skills.

The monarch said in a deep voice: "I'll give you one night. If I don't see the murderer tomorrow morning, you'll be the captain!"

Is it only one night's work? It's too——

But the king did what he said, if he really couldn't find out, he could only be deprived of his official position tomorrow.

He cupped his hands in response: "This humble minister takes orders!"

...

It's getting late, the monarch should go back.

"Where is the little princess?" He asked Zhang Dequan.

Zhang Dequan said: "It seems to be playing in the garden with his little classmate, and Xiao Zhengzi is following."

Little Zheng Zi is a master in the palace.

This is the National Teacher Hall, the monarch is not worried about the safety of the little princess, he is just worried that he will feel wronged and sad when he has neglected her for so long.

She cried when she was sad, and when she cried, she was shocked.

"Where are the snacks?" the king asked.

"Here it is." Zhang Dequan mentioned the food box prepared early in the morning.

"En." The monarch took Zhang Dequan and Dim Sum to the garden to find the little princess.

Coincidentally, Gu Jiao was also looking for the small clear space. She also heard that the two children were playing in the garden in the afternoon, so she came here directly after coming out of the library.

Unexpectedly, instead of finding Xiaoqingkong, he met the king instead.

When the monarch saw Gu Jiao, Gu Jiao's words flashed involuntarily in his mind, "It's cured, do you want to thank me?"

He was furious.

Shangguan Yan was injured and calmed down. He thought that no one would be able to anger him, but this is good, but Xiao Liulang popped out of nowhere.

Master Guoshi is right, this kid has no awe of imperial power in his eyes, and naturally he has no fear of him as a monarch.

He stood there upright, in a trance, the monarch seemed to see the figure of Xuanyuan Cheng back then.

Why not Xuanyuan Li, because when the king knew Xuanyuan Li, Xuanyuan Li was no longer a teenager.

He had only seen the young Xuanyuan Cheng in fresh clothes and angry horse.

"Why don't you kneel when you see me?"

"Why kneel?"

"I am the king."

"You are not my king, I am from Zhao Kingdom."

The monarch has lived most of his life, but he has never seen such an arrogant person!

The monarch's eyes became dangerous.

Just at this moment, a young eunuch hurried over and whispered something to Zhang Dequan. Zhang Dequan said to the monarch as if he was about to receive an amnesty: "Your Majesty! The little princess is in the Qilin Palace! Let's go find her quickly! Otherwise we won't see you, It's time for her to cry again! She will look for you as soon as it gets dark, you forgot?"

Thinking of the crying Shangguanxue, the monarch decided to let the kid go for the time being.

He walked towards the Qilin Hall with a sullen face.

Gu Jiao also wants to go back to Qilin Hall.

If the little princess is here, the little clearance must also be there.

The monarch only thought that she was going to take care of the princess, frowned and didn't say anything.

It was completely dark at this moment, and at this hour on weekdays, if the little Princess couldn't see him, she would cry until the whole harem was restless.

Thinking of this, the monarch quickened his pace.

He flashed a hundred ways to comfort the little princess in his mind, but when he came to the door of Qilin Hall, he was directly dumbfounded by the scene in front of him.

The little princess and Xiao Jingkong stood at the door, one on the left and the other on the right, their small bodies were upright, with their small arms fluttering behind them, like two little mascots.

The two little heads shook and swayed in rhythm, singing cutely.

"You love me, I love you~ da da da da sweet honey~ you love me, I love you~ da da da da sweet honey~"

After singing for less than half an hour, the teachers all over the country have learned——

monarch:"……"

Gu Jiao: "..."

Jiaojiao: Well, I just taught a few old songs from a hundred years ago.

K Songs: "Mixue Ice City"