The moonlight was like washing, and the neighbors in Luoyang City were closed and a curfew was entered.

The curfew was not without a reason. It turned out that in early March, Emperor Wen of Sui was lucky to visit Renshou Palace but could not get sick.

The emperor was ill. Yang Guang, as the crown prince, immediately issued an edict to the whole world: after the people settled, there would be curfews everywhere.

The human concentration refers to the hour of Hai, which is the stage from 9:00 to 11:00 in the night.

On weekdays, this is the time to have fun. Now that the emperor is in a bad state, do you still have the mood to have fun? Yang Guang's edict is also a sign of his filial piety. Therefore, the gates of Luoyang were closed and there were even fewer pedestrians on the street.

Li Ji rode his thin horse to the Dou Family Village.

Get off the horse at the side door of the old house, go forward and knock on the door lightly. Soon, the corner door opened and an old servant walked out of it.

"Mr. Li, the clan elder is waiting for you in the backyard pavilion."

"Have you been working!"

Li Ji was not polite either. He handed the reins to the old servant and went straight to the back garden with a familiarity.

He is most familiar with the secret path in the old Dou family house. Therefore, there is no need for anyone to lead, and no one will stop him on the road.

In the pavilion, Dou Wei was talking with a middle-aged man.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a brocade gown, covered with a short half-armed shirt, and his eyebrows were twisted.

On the chessboard, two big dragons, black and white, were entangled together, fighting fiercely.

Li Ji walked over and didn't say anything. She sat down quietly next to her to watch the chess game.

Dou Wei's chess skills were slightly higher and gradually gained the upper hand. The middle-aged man was a little dissatisfied, and after more than twenty moves, he threw himself into the position and gave in.

"Uncle, your chess skills are getting more and more experienced."

Dou Wei smiled, "Mo Fule, how many years have you been in Chang'an, you have also known chess skills."

Mofule is one of the eight Buddhist gods, the other name of Maharaja. The Guanlong nobles like to use the name of gods in Buddhism as nicknames to obtain the protection of gods. The middle-aged man smiled and nodded to Li Ji.

"Kyuro, you are here!"

Li Ji smiled, but didn't say anything.

Dou Wei said: "The Zheng family is back today."

"I heard about it, too."

"Do you know, what I've been busy with in recent times?"

Li Ji was stunned and shook his head.

"I went to Chang'an and asked Mo Fule to help inquire about the Zheng family's children."

Mo Fule, named Dou Xian, is Dou Yi's eldest son. He also has two sisters, the second sister married Li Yuan, Duke of Tang.

Dou Xian is now appointed as the general of Hu Ben and inherited the title of Duke Shenwu of Dou Yi.

He carefully put away the chess piece. After hearing Dou Wei say it, he raised his head and said, "Jiulang, don't blame me, I'm also thinking about you. He asked me to send someone to Xingyang and carefully inquire about the situation of the Goose Master."

"Why?"

Li Ji looked at Dou Wei strangely, "Why should I ask about Yan Qing?"

"Well... don't you want to know what Movle found?"

Li Ji hesitated for a moment and looked at Dou Xian with an inquiry in his eyes.

Dou Xian put away the chess piece, clapped his hands, and sat up straight, "As far as I know, Zheng Yanqing's grandfather Zheng Shi'an has no children."

“So what?”

"When Zheng Shi'an was in war with Zheng Dashi in his early years, he was injured and he was unable to have fertility. Since he had no fertility and had no children, where did Zheng Yanqing come from?"

"You mean..."

Li Ji's body trembled slightly, and his face, which was always a little smile, suddenly showed a little nervous look. He clenched his fists and supported his arms on his legs. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, but at the same time, he felt a little inexplicable expectation.

Dou Wei said: "Mo Fule found out that Zheng Yanqing was adopted by Zheng Shi'an.

It is said that it was the year that Dashi Zheng stepped down and adopted him on the way home... Oh, it seems to be near Sishui Pass, right?"

Dou Xian nodded, indicating that Dou Wei was not wrong.

"Jiulang, you must not know that the year Zheng Dashi stepped down was exactly the 18th year of Kaihuang."

"ah!"

Li Ji finally couldn't help but exclaimed.

"And it was in mid-autumn."

Dou Wei seemed to be indifferent, so he picked up a glass of wine produced in the Western Regions from beside him and said in a deep voice: "I remember that Jiulang's wife died that year... Jiulang was pregnant at that time because your sister-in-law was in Longzhou, so she was not at home. Mo Fule checked the Sishui Guan official documents and found that Zheng Shi'an adopted Zheng Yanqing on the second day of the Zhoushan tragedy."

The Zhoushan tragedy was synonymous with Dou Wei and others for the murder of Li Ji's wife.

Lee Ji's body was trembling violently.

"Zhoushan is still far from Sishui Pass."

"This is, but it's not too far, it's only half a day's journey. Mo Fule sent someone to check the records of Sishui Pass. That year, there was no record of the loss of the baby. The guard of Sishui Pass was from the Zheng family. In the first year of Renshou, he was sent to Lingnan because of the Prince Yin, and probably died... That day, you told me that your child was also named Yan Qing, and I felt a little strange. How could a slave in the family give such a good name?

If it were Mr. Zheng’s grandson, I would believe it.

But if it were Zheng Shi'an's grandson, I wouldn't believe it very much..."

Lee Ki's cheeks twitched, he suddenly stood up, turned his head and left.

"Kyuro, where are you going?"

"I want to ask Zheng Shi'an if that child is my Yan Qing?"

"You're crazy!"

Dou Wei suddenly put away his smile and shouted sternly: "What do you ask? If Zheng Shian asks you, how will you answer?

Don't forget, what is your identity now? Even if Yan Qing is your child, would you want him to follow you and be worried and drifting around? Jiulang, I can understand your mood, otherwise I wouldn't let Mo Fule help you find out. But now, you really can't tell this, otherwise not only you, but the child will also suffer."

Li Ji knew that Dou Wei was not exaggerating.

He is now a shameful person. If Yan Qing is really his child, can he be with him?

"I know, but I..."

Lee Ji's voice trembled and he could no longer speak.

Suddenly, he squatted on the steps of the pavilion and started crying loudly.

There is joy, sadness, and more of it is helplessness...

He couldn't confirm that Yan Qing was his child. But he was already sure that Yan Qing was his son.

Those eyes, those faces, and those smiles are just a replica of his mother.

When he first heard Yan Qing's name, he almost thought that it was his child when he saw Yan Qing. Unexpectedly, his intuition at that time turned into reality. He looked so similar to his mother, and his name was Yan Qing, but he was adopted by Zheng Shi'an in the mid-autumn of the 18th year of Kaihuang... Except for the location, all other factors matched.

How could such a coincidence happen in this world?

For six years, Li Ji has been living in self-blame. If he had not gone to Longzhou but stayed in Yanjia Village, Zhoushan, perhaps his father and son would not have been separated for six years like this. Now he is clearly facing each other, but he cannot recognize each other.

Dou Wei and Dou Xian can understand Li Ji's mood.

How would a big man feel when he cried so loudly?

"Jiulang, don't do this." Dou Xian stepped forward, hugged Li Ji, and whispered to comfort: "If Mr. Go is really your child, you should be happy. Look at him, he has such talent at a young age, so it must be his brother and sister who are blessed by God. Although you can't recognize him, you can meet him every day, which is also a kind of happiness?"

"I, I, I..."

Li Ji burst into tears.

Dou Wei said: "Jiulang, don't worry.

I will find a way to confirm this. If he is really your child, I can promise you that he will never be bullied.

But you have to be prepared..."

“What preparation?”

"I came back from Chang'an this time and heard that the saint may not be able to do it. Zhang Qiu Taiyi once said that it is impossible to go to Renshou Palace, and it is difficult to return. For this reason, the saint also sent Zhang Qiu Taiyi to the Heavenly Prison, preparing to wait for him to come back before he could deal with it. But now... after the prince returned from Renshou Palace, he secretly released Zhang Qiu Taiyi and had a secret conversation with him for a long time.

I am not very clear about the content of the conversation, but judging from the performance of the prince afterwards, he is likely to have to repair Luoyang and move the capital."

"What?" Li Ji was shocked when he heard this.

Dou Xian said: "I have also heard some news. I am here to prepare for the order. It is said that Zhang Qiu Taiyi and Du Guo, the Minister of Works, will arrive in Luoyang soon to explore Feng Shui. If so, then moving the capital is a foregone conclusion."

Zhang Qiu Taiyi is one of the two famous charlatans in the world today, as famous as Yuan Shoucheng.

However, Yuan Shoucheng was obsessed with practicing Taoism and ignored the world; while Zhang Qiu Taiyi was different, he was the royal charlatan.

Since you are a charlatan, there are naturally some things that are striking.

At least so far, Zhang Qiu Taiyi's predictions have never failed to be effective.

This also made him even more mysterious halo. This time, he dissuaded Emperor Wen of Sui to visit Renshou Palace again, and another prophecy made Dou Wei and others believe it. Although he didn't say that he was strange and insane, he would rather believe it in such a thing!

If Yang Guang really decides to move the capital, then the officials and all parties in the court will shift their focus.
To be continued...