"I'm afraid I'm not two years old." The sarcasm at the corner of Chen Mu's mouth curled up.

“How to say it?”

Bai Xianyu narrowed her eyes.

Chen Mu said: "At that time, many people thought that the Hong family adopted a dementia boy, and even the Pingyang Palace and Mrs. Su were deceived. It can be seen that this was a condition deliberately proposed by Master Tianlong.

He just wanted to create a smoke bomb so that outsiders could think that the prince was in the Hong family. In this way, the Hong family was also placed in a dangerous place.

Hong Zhifan was fooled, Mrs. Su was deceived, and everyone else was deceived...

After all, Master Tianlong has to bear certain responsibilities in the Hong family's massacre. But it's a transaction after all, and Hong Zhifan has to bear any risks.

Nothing said by Master Tianlong was trustworthy. He said that the little girl was two years old, was she really two years old?

The little girl was as stupid as a puppet, and her symptoms were exactly the same as those of the prince when she was born. It was hard for people not to doubt... Master Tianlong knew the prince's true whereabouts.

And when the prince was stolen out of the palace back then, he would definitely be involved!"

Listening to her husband's bold analysis and speculation, Bai Xianyu frowned: "Since that little girl is a substitute for the prince, why did Master Tianlong have to find a boy? What's more, Master Tianlong had a Pisces Jade Pendant at that time, and he could completely copy a prince."

This incisive problem is indeed puzzling.

But Chen Mu has his own judgment.

He said: "Even if Master Tianlong was involved in stealing the prince, the plan was unexpected because of Ling Zi'er's mother, and the prince disappeared completely because of this. Therefore, he had a Pisces Jade Pendant, but he could not copy it.

As for why I didn’t find a boy as a substitute, I think there is only one explanation, that is, the girl’s identity is extraordinary.

Maybe she has some special physique that can fool others.

Of course, only Master Tianlong himself knew all this. It is even doubtful whether he colluded with the Heavenly King back then."

Bai Xianyu felt extremely uneasy and said coldly: "This old monk is really hiding deep enough, even the empress dowager was deceived by him. Otherwise, I will send the information to the empress dowager and ask her to issue an order to capture Master Tianlong?"

“No need.”

Chen Mu shook his head. "Master Tianlong has a high status in the Buddhist world, and it will inevitably cause objections if he captures it rashly. Moreover, the empress dowager is not very interested in finding the prince at present. After finding it, it will affect her layout.

Let’s not alert the snake. If we investigate step by step, we will definitely gain something. No matter how well the fox hides, it will eventually reveal its tail."

"Well, it seems that I have to do that."

Bai Xianyu nodded.

While Chen Mu was talking to Bai Xianyu, Hong Zhifan came to the swing.

He quietly looked at the girl on the swing, with soft colors floating in his eyes, as if he was admiring a painting full of emotions.

Wucai Luo ignored him in the face of the moonlight, and her slender calves under her skirt shook gently.

The father and daughter were in a trance as if they were dreaming under the night.

It is obvious that the distance is very close, but it seems that it is very far apart.

"After I got married with your mother, I actually didn't want children. First, it was difficult for children born to humans and demons to survive for too long. Second, I hate children very much.

But your mother insists on giving birth to you, even if it is very dangerous.

Because she believes in herself, she can protect you..."

Hong Zhifan's voice was as light as a feather, carrying memories stained by sadness, and echoed in the night.

"After you were born, your mother imagined what you would look like in the future. She made a lot of clothes, which you wore when you were one year old and that you wore when you were five years old...

She wants to protect you all her life, watch you get married, watch you have a child, and wait for you to bury her in the coffin with your own hands."

Speaking of this, the man who rarely shows his emotions has mist in his eyes, his nose is slightly red, but there is a warm smile on the corners of his lips.

He stretched out his rough palm to touch the girl's hair, but eventually he did not fall.

After taking several deep breaths, Hong Zhifan took back the overflowing sadness, looked up at the sad moonlight, and said sadly: "If she could see you alive, she would definitely be very relieved."

The candied fruit in Wucai Luo’s arms has been eaten.

But she did not leave. She held the ropes on both sides with her slender hands and gently tapped her toes on the ground, making the swing swaying more.

The wind lifts up the dark hair like ink, like sketched landscapes, which is unreal.

No one knows what she is thinking.

No one knows whether she will accept this father who suddenly appears, or whether she will miss her mother she has never met.

Wucai Luo is not a fool.

Otherwise, when I was trapped in the world of time and space, I would not have easily distinguished whether Shao Siming around me was true or false.

The reason I look stupid is because she doesn't care.

She likes to live simply.

After eating, sleeping, sleeping, and wandering around with my sister... This is what she thinks is the meaning of life, which is very simple and enjoyable.

Even when facing her father, she still acted very calm.

Hong Zhifan looked at it silently until Chen Mu walked over, he nodded and turned around and left, returning to his house.

Chen Mu originally wanted to talk to him for a few words, but he had to give up seeing this.

"Little girl, don't you plan to accompany your sister?"

Chen Mu grabbed the swing rope and squeezed beside Wucai Luo and sat down.

The girl's body fragrance is stronger than that of green radish. Perhaps because she likes to eat sweets, it smells like jasmine sauce melted in sugar paste.

Chen Mu, who had sex with bed, knew very well that this girl's skin was also very sweet.

Unfortunately, he only tasted it once.

Faced with the closeness of men, Wucai Luo, who once rejected him, rarely responded at this moment.

She lowered her little head, her lips almost pursed into a line, and wrote the sadness on her face. Her green onion little hands grabbed the drooping ends of her hair, and gently pinched it with her fingernails, one after another...

This girl still cares about Qingluo after all.

Chen Mu gently held her snowy tenderness and said softly:

"It's not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself. Sometimes fate is so strange and you like to fiddle with us.

But from one perspective, Qingluo is not your copy. She has always lived in her own way, painting her future.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow... She lives every day very colorfully.

Do you think you snatched her father? Do you think you snatched her life? Actually, it doesn’t, do you understand?"

Chen Mu turned around and held the girl's shoulder, forcing the other party to look directly at him.

He didn't know if this comfort could make the other party open his heart, but at least he couldn't make both girls feel sad.

Body sensing exists.

Then emotional induction should also be infectious.

Perhaps making Wucai Luo happier, Qingluo's sadness will also be reduced a lot.

Faced with the man's comfort and tender gaze, Wucai Luo slid her pink lips, shook her hands away, and stood up and left.

The girl's slender and graceful back gradually melted into the night.

Chen Mu smiled helplessly.

This girl is really a headache.

...

Wucai Luo came to the kitchen.

The girl looked at the already cold stove and was at a loss.

She stuffed some firewood and took a long time to ignite a small furnace next to her.

The dark little face reflected a happy smile under the fiery red stove light, and then found rice bags and pots and bowls.

She wants to make porridge.

The first pot of porridge she made without any cooking skills naturally turned into a ball of paste, sticking to the bottom of the pot and a piece of black.

But the little girl was not angry and continued to endure.

One pot after another...

Until four o'clock in the morning, a pot of white rice porridge was finally boiled with the girl's unremitting efforts, emitting a fragrance.

The colorful radish was so happy that he poured the rice porridge into a porcelain bowl.

She endured the heat and carefully brought the porridge bowl to Qingluo's room.

Qingluo was still asleep in the room.

The girl's face had not dried up and she was curled up in the quilt, like a injured little rabbit.

Even in my sleep, my crying still couldn't stop.

The door of the house is not locked inside.
To be continued...