Changsun Tao reached out to point Yu Qinghuan's faint hole with lightning speed, but even faster, Yu Qinghuan blocked his hand.

She raised her bright eyes and looked at her husband, using her eyes to relieve her husband, and also told her husband that she could hold on.

Outside, Wei Shu continued to state coldly: "Before his death, he admitted that he was the 'Flying Fish', one of the eight guards of Marquis Yiyong, and said that it was because he had thoughts that he shouldn't have to have, how would you explain it?"

These words were exactly the same as what Yu Qinghuan said on the night he was held back by Wei Shu.

At that time, she said this to Wei Shu, implying that Wei Shu could use this method to relieve them of their sins. No matter what the hell was, they and Wei Shu had an alliance secretly, and each knew it.

Wei Shu is a member of the Marquis of Yiyong, and they also know that.

But unexpectedly, Uncle Lu also thought of them and used his actions to relieve them of their crimes.

Uncle Lu is dead, who will take care of those flowers?

Yu Qinghuan did not shed tears, and even her expression was so calm, just like listening to something that had nothing to do with her.

Isn't she sad?

No, she was so sad that she was trembling all over, so sad that she was heartbreaking, so sad that she couldn't help but feel uncontrollably.

But...she held back.

Although the person in front of her was Wei Shu, she dared not believe in Wei Shu all. Her identity was tied to the Qi Palace, and she could not be willful.

Because of this, Changsun Tao felt more distressed about her and gently patted her head. Changsun Tao said, "I don't know about this, nor do I know about the princess."

He has been thinking of a way out, but he actually does that, but he has always been upright and will not do such a life-for-life thing.

Changsun Tao has always practiced his own efforts to kill all the enemies and protect his own people.

Therefore, he would rather let his little princess spend more time with him in this cell than use this method.

This was the sacrifice chosen by Lu Sheng. Changsun Tao and Yu Qinghuan knew it well, but they didn't even dare to show their sad expressions.

Changsun Tao said no, but Wei Shu also believed that this was the power of daily character. Wei Shu did not believe that Changsun Tao would lie.

Wei Shu looked at Yu Qinghuan in Changsun Tao's arms, wrapped tightly. Although his body was dirty, his face was white and clean.

"Then why..."

Although Changsun Tao had some guesses about Wei Shu's identity, he would not rashly inform Yu Qinghuan's identity. With his wisdom, he would not know what Wei Shu was asking, and he didn't even say anything to Wei Shu.

"He saw the princess's appearance."

Wei Shu was filled with sadness and joy, but he was sad that Yu Qinghuan was not his sister, so he was not sure whether his sister was alive.

It’s also my delight. Yu Qinghuan is not his sister, otherwise what face would he face his dirty heart?

Wei Shu stopped saying anything and walked away with the sword around her waist.

Yu Qinghuan's mouth felt bitter and wanted to speak for Wei Shu to take a break, but in the end he could only look at his lonely back indifferently.

"Zhaohua, is he..."

"Maybe." Changsun Tao expressed his guess. He knew that Yu Qinghuan would feel uncomfortable, but how could he hide it from his little princess. "All signs are combined, but it still needs to be confirmed."

Yu Qinghuan pulled over the fur coat and covered her head. Changsun Tao quickly felt the wet and hot part of his palm.

His lips opened and closed several times, wanting to tell his little princess not to cry, but his heart would be hollowed out after crying again.

However, even if his heart was stabbed by a knife, he was crushed by thousands of troops, and it was heartbreaking.

Changsun Tao still did not persuade Yu Qinghuan - cry whenever he wanted to cry, laugh whenever he wanted to laugh, his princess was originally free.

Yu Qinghuan was afraid that his eyes would be red from crying, so he didn't dare to cry for too long. As soon as he dripped a few tears, he was squeezed back.

What she was sad about was not only Uncle Lu's sacrifice, but also that she stabbed Wei Shu with her own hands many times, hurting the person who was probably her own brother.

This is not the first time she has said that Wei Shu is very similar to her, although she is not as good as her facial features.

When he first met Wei Shu, he felt so much saddened when he was so gloomy that he felt. When he was so cold that he saw human feelings more thoroughly.

At that time, she thought Wei Shu was the man who crawled out of hell!

If this was really her brother, it would be so heartbreaking. The fight against the nine clans was all pressing on him, but he was still as strong as a stone and never weak.

It is precisely because of this, and it is precisely because of this that makes people feel distressed, right?

When the Lu family was in the nine tribes of Yi, she was only a few months old, and her husband, who had children, tried hard to protect her.

Later, I met my grandfather and mother, and for her sake, I was even willing to let Xiao Qian become a low-priced citizen.

She has always been protected so well, but what about Wei Shu?

When he was aged, how did he survive when he knew that the nine clans had been destroyed and that there was no blood relationship with him in the world?

How did he survive those days without the protection of his parents and relatives?

Being forced to grow up and taking responsibility is how did he survive?

Suddenly, she didn't have the courage to know this, because she knew that it would be difficult.

"Yan Yan, I'm here."

This sentence "I am here" instantly filled her with strength.

But she has Zhaohua, who does Wei Shu have?

Who will hurt him if he hurts him? Who will hurt him if he hurts? Who will comfort him when he is alone? Who will help her carry such a huge burden?

"Everyone has his own way to go. Yan Yan. I have no way to do anything in the past and I have to fight for it in the future. As long as you want and as long as you want, I will accompany you."

Yu Qinghuan showed his head from the fur clothes and suddenly hugged Changsun Tao's neck: "I'm worried."

Changsun Tao knew that both Lu Sheng's death or the impact that Wei Shu's guess of Wei Shu's true identity had brought to Yu Qinghuan, on the surface.

His Yan Yan is too strong, so strong that it makes people feel distressed.

It’s not that he is not sad about Lu Sheng’s affairs, but that he is the little princess’ husband and the person who supports the blue sky for her. When his wife is fragile, he must act reliably and hide all emotions in his heart. This is what the pillar of a family should do.

"Have you thought about it?" Changsun Tao asked.

Yu Qinghuan nodded: "I've thought about it."

The three short words hidden behind her is that she wants to overthrow the Yu Mansion and ask Emperor Jiayou to kowtow to the tomb of Yiyong Hou.

Since she knew her identity, she could never find her goal, but now she has found it, she also knows clearly what she should do. This is the way Lu Sheng pointed out to her with his life.

But she was still sad. Uncle Lu was leaving, but what should he do with those flowers?
Chapter completed!