"So, Mr. Jin, you took out a priceless treasure like the Nanwu Luminous Cup, because you felt that Yuci looked like Queen Nangong, and thought what did they have to do with them?" Mr. Lan thought of something and asked back.

Jin Zhanheng did not deny it either.

Grandpa Lan took a breath and said, "I don't know why Mr. Jin thinks that my granddaughter looks like Queen Nangong. In short, I can tell you that he is the granddaughter of the Lan family. He is just a modern antique restorationist. He has nothing to do with the mother of the country who was tall hundreds of years ago. Please don't think about it anymore."

When Jin Zhanheng saw him say this, he said lightly: "Okay. Since Professor Lan has said this, I won't mention it. I'm just asking casually, Professor Lan shouldn't mind."

Seeing that he stopped asking questions, Grandpa Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Jin, I'm still not relieved to say that he was in the water again... Can I come to Jin's house tomorrow to see him?"

"You are Master Lan's grandfather, of course you can."

After finishing the call with Professor Lan, Jin Zhanheng stood in the night wind, his eyes shining far.

Although Professor Lan refused to admit it, he was sure that Lan Yuci had a close relationship with Nangong.

Not just looking exactly the same.

Moreover, like Empress Nangong, she is familiar with Jiang Kui's poem "The Partridge Sky".

I love cats more.

I just don't know why I don't remember myself.

At first, he doubted whether Lan Aoci would be the reincarnation of Nangong's family.

But now, if Lan Youci really has an immortal body, is it possible...

Jin Zhanheng had a kind of conjecture.

But there is no evidence to prove it.

He raised his head slightly and stared at the endless dark and lonely Milky Way, as if he could never cross a barrier of time.

"Rao'er, I knew you wouldn't die. You must be like me, living in the long river of history. But why don't you remember me and the past...? If we had known this, we shouldn't have... taken that medicine back then."

**

After Jin Zhanheng left, Lan Yuci fell asleep again.

She doesn't want to sleep.

Because she knew that what was waiting for Nangong Rao might be a more painful situation.

But I can't help myself.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that she, who became Nangong Rao, was not in Fengyi Palace.

It's a strange palace.

The surrounding environment is a bit strange, and there are not as many palace servants as the Fengyi Hall of the Queen's bedroom.

Cold and deserted.

According to memory, although it was only one or two hours before my last dream, a month had passed.

She saw her belly bigger.

The robes that were wide-stretched were tight.

It seems that the delivery date has been in the last few days.

In addition, the clothes on her body seem to be much cleaner.

It's not as exquisite and luxurious as before.

On the table next to it, there was a minced meat porridge that had not eaten a bite and had already been cold.

"Empress, why haven't you eaten yet? I know you have no appetite, but even if you don't eat it yourself, you have to consider the little prince and eat a little." Bicao walked over and looked at the porridge that was not moving on the table, with a dim expression.

She saw that Bicao's dress was the same as herself, she was much cleaner, and she didn't look like a first-class palace maid next to the queen. Her mind flashed and she blurted out:

"Bicao, are we... in the cold palace?"
Chapter completed!