Jian Sanlang took several steps back before he stood firm. He bit his lip, "The three kings asked me about my childhood, what do you mean? Could you say, am I not Jian Ning? Is I the monster who can paint the skin? Did you draw a face like Jian Ning?"

Jiang Yanzhi looked at him with contempt, "Don't use your poor head to fantasize about this king. You don't even look at yourself with a demon mirror. A fairy who can paint skins, what should you do to paint such a stereotype?"

"Does he envy you for not working hard to recite poems with shaking your head, or do he think you are serious about your wrinkles?"

"At this point, Mrs. Jane, do you still think that the person standing in front of you is Jane Ning?"

Mrs. Jian's tears flowed down, "I have feelings, I have feelings. Three years ago, as soon as he came back, I felt that he was different from the past."

"In the past, Ning'er was naughty, but the most careful. He knew that I liked to eat Vegetarian Fangzhai's dim sum, and liked the ones that were the ones that were the ones that were the ones that were behind the steamer, and the taste was different from the others. Later, Ning'er was filial and bought everything from Sufangzhai's dim sum, but the taste was different..."

"And I, Ning'er, likes to play voice transmission orders with me the most. If we don't speak, I play the piano and he plays the flute, he can communicate with each other. Later, Ning'er couldn't understand my piano sound. Do you still remember? That time, I played the piano at Huxin Pavilion and saw you coming and stroked some messy sounds."

"You come up and ask me, mother, are you sick... I'm going to be as careful as a knife. I'm saying, Ning'er, the lake has a big stroke, bring clothes for my grandmother..."

Min Weixiu twitched the corner of her mouth. She understood who Jian Ning's stupid temperament looked like!

Definitely like his biological mother!

Who would be so cold that he wouldn't yell at someone to get clothes and insist on talking and playing the piano! It's too difficult!

If it were her mother, she would have shouted at the top of her voice, "Weixiu, bring me the cloak!"

"But, but look at this face, look at this face, it is clearly my Ning'er! Why is he not my Ning'er?"

"Near the northern border, there is a Zhuo County, the son of the county magistrate, named Du Hui."

When Jian Sanlang heard the name Du Hui, he felt cold all over.

"Du Hui was young and promising, but his father was falsely accused and imprisoned, and his career was hopeless. He was rescued by Jian Ning when he was seeking death. It was surprising that the two were exactly the same, like a twin mother."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Jian had something else to understand, and she burst into tears, "Where is my Ning'er? Where is my Ning'er?"

Jiang Yanzhi sighed, took the small wooden box from Min Weixiu, and handed it carefully to Mrs. Jian's arms.

Mrs. Jian trembled her hands and lay on the wooden box and burst into tears.

Jian Sanlang bit his lip, his voice dry, "Mother, these are just one-sided words of the three kings, and he has no evidence."

Jiang Yanzhi glanced at him, "If Du Hui was still alive and dared to beat Dengwengu, I would re-examine his father's old case. You know, I am in charge of Dali Temple and have the power to re-examine the old case."

Jian Sanlang's eyes turned red, "I am Du Hui, not Jian Ning. I killed him, I poisoned him with arsenic, and then threw him under the cliff. I was sorry for him. I also asked the three kings to clean up my father's grievances. He was innocent and he was wronged. I thought that if I replaced Jian Ning and became an official, I could overturn the verdict."

"But it's not possible at all. I'm old-fashioned and afraid I'll be discovered too out of order. I was assigned to Chongwen Hall and I couldn't get in touch with criminal law at all. Without the Dali Temple officials' files transferred, it would be impossible to retrieve the old case. Three kings, I beg you..."

Before he could finish his words, Jane slapped him in the face and slapped him hard in the face.

A heavy bang made the whole room quiet.

The voice of the Privy Councilor Jane trembled a little, "No matter how bad Jian Ning is, he is my son! If you want to avenge your father, why don't you ask Jian Ning for help? I know my son, and you told him that he will definitely come back and ask me."

Du Hui covered his face, "Dad, no, uncle... I was desperate at that time, like a frightened bird. I really didn't believe anyone. When I replaced Jian Ning, I realized that what he said to me that day was serious... I regret it too. I can only treat my mother twice as well, treat my father well, and treat Yingying well, but I..."

"I'm sorry to Jian Ning, I'm sorry..."

Zhumi Jian wiped his eyes and never looked at Du Hui again.

He walked over to Jiang Yanzhi and said softly, "Ning'er is dead. How did the three kings learn about these things? I have heard that the three kings can see ghosts and gods. But I, Ning'er, Ning'er..."

"Three kings, what can I do to meet Ning'er?" He said, looking behind Jiang Yanzhi, looking around, and seeing a red plum tree, then he settled down.

"Three kings, I, Ning'er, is under the red plum tree. Although he is a kid, he seems to have been born in the wrong place. He likes gorgeous clothes the most, likes those little songs that are humming, and likes flowers and green willows."

"I have always regretted it. Did I push my Ning'er too hard and force him into something he doesn't like?"

Hearing this, Min Weixiu's tears flowed down.

She touched her belly. It was really bad to get pregnant and she always wanted to cry...

Seeing Jian Ning standing under the plum blossom tree again, she was already crying into tears.

She took out a bottle of cow tears from her arms and handed them to Jiang Yanzhi.

Perhaps the little green donkey was too ugly and liked to sing with his butt sticking out, which made the cow cry. Yesterday they took a big bottle of cow tears.

After the Jian family gathered for a long time, Jiang Yanzhi reminded, "Jian Shumi, Jian Ning's time is probably not much."

His wish is over, and there is no reason to wander around the world again. It is time to reincarnate.

In just a moment, his figure became less and less faint, so faint that it was almost disappearing.

Jian Ning was stunned, looked at his hands, wiped his tears, and smiled, "Dad, mother, Ning'er will sing the last song for you."

He said, took a few steps back, stood far under the plum tree, and began to sing.

The song he sang was the Magpie Bridge Fairy, which made him famous in the capital.

As he was singing, three loud voices suddenly sounded. Min Weixiu turned her head and looked over. She saw the three men with national faces from the Jian family, who imitated Jian Ning's posture and sang Magpie Bridge Fairy word by word.

Although they sang in a naughty way and were so ugly, they sang very well and there was nothing wrong with a single lyric. Obviously, they often practice secretly in private on weekdays.
Chapter completed!