Pei Jun did not answer directly. He smiled and asked Chu Xingshuidao: "What do you think about this?"

Chu Xingshui sat down, and Si Bi Xiaotong hurriedly poured him a cup of tea. He took a sip of tea before he said leisurely: "Although I just heard of it, I can also guess that Cui Yuan must have suffered a loss in this matter."

"How can I see it?"

"It's very simple. The establishment of the Tianqi Camp is like a knife inserted into his back. How could he let it go? So I guess he will definitely make moves recently. Coincidentally, the person who died happened to be the backbone of the Tianqi Camp. Doesn't Pei Xiang think that his death is strange?"

Pei Jun remembered the conversation between Cui Yuan and Zhang Huan in the morning, and couldn't help but stroke his long beard and smiled: "I am worthy of being the Minister of Justice. I am indeed a little more thorough than ordinary people when looking at the problem. It's good! If I guess correctly, this person must have been killed by Zhang Huan, but the methods are quite clever. Poor Old Cui, he couldn't steal a chicken and lost a handful of rice."

Speaking of this, Pei Jun couldn't help laughing.

"According to your will, how should we play chess next?" Chu Xingshui asked after pondering.

"No need to do anything, just watch them fight."

Pei Jun quickly glanced at Chu Xingshui, and saw that he wanted to speak but stopped, he smiled faintly and said, "Of course, if you want to bring Zhang Huan to our side, I don't object."

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This is a summer night with fresh air without wind. The rising moon is as white as mercury, with few stars sparsely dotted in the blue sky, just like a few irregular gems on the blue velvet evening dress worn by the noble lady.

In the East Inner Garden of Daming Palace, Zhang Huangao rode on the horse. His bowstrings gradually filled up, his eyes condensed into a line, and the arrows flashed slightly in the moonlight.

‘Swoosh!’ A wolf-toothed arrow shot out from his hand, quickly crossing the gray-white night, accurately nailing a running field mouse to the ground.

"General, there are already one hundred!" A soldier ran forward, picked up the field mouse with his sword, and put it together with another pile of the same spoils.

Fifty steps away, Zhang Huan slowly put the wolf bow into his bag. He wiped his sweat and smiled at the dozens of personal soldiers around him, "It's hard to catch rats for you these days."

A personal soldier grinned and said with a wry smile: "To be honest with the general, we have become famous for catching rats these days. Some profitable people have already sold live rats outside the gate, each one at a time. Today's 100 voles were bought in the morning."

"There is still such a thing?"

Zhang Huan couldn't help but laugh and said, "General, the general, is shooting a tiger, but I am shooting a rat. You guys are talking more important, don't let it be laughed at if you spread it."

He had just walked two steps when a soldier on duty ran over from a distance, "General, someone is looking for you outside the gate."

"Who is it?"

"With soldiers guarding him, he seems to be an important official. He has no common name, he just says he is your elder."

"Elder?" Zhang Huan pondered for a moment. Could it be that the head of the family came?

"You follow me and be vigilant." Zhang Huan ordered his subordinates. Although he knew Cui Yuan would not kill him, Cui Qinggong could not guarantee that he would not do anything stupid.

At the gate, dozens of armored soldiers guarding a gorgeous carriage, quietly parked twenty steps away, while the hundreds of soldiers on duty at the door were all holding the hilt of the knife and staring at the carriage with vigilance.

The sound of horse hooves broke through the quiet night. The soldiers at the door immediately dodged a road. Zhang Huan ran out of the door surrounded by dozens of personal soldiers.

"My nephew, it's me!" The car door opened, revealing Chu Xingshui's beautiful and pale face.

Seeing that it was Chu Xingshui, Zhang Huan quickly turned over and dismounted, stepped forward and bowed, "Let Uncle Chu wait for a long time!"

"I have something to ask you!"

Chu Xingshui smiled a little reluctantly. He hesitated and said to Zhang Huan: "It is inconvenient to speak here. Can you talk in detail at your residence?"

Zhang Huan nodded and smiled, "If Uncle Shi doesn't like my simplicity in my house, please follow me."

Zhang Huan currently lives in Dongneiyuan. There are many buildings in Dongneiyuan. They were originally places for the emperor to play and rest, but now they are the headquarters of Tianqi Camp. Two of them were specially tidied up for him as dormitories.

After only a while, I arrived at Zhang Huan's residence. The personal soldiers had already lit the lights first. The room was not big and it was very clean and tidy.

"Uncle Shi, please sit there!"

Zhang Huan took off his armor, loosened his body a long time, and sat down first. Seeing that Chu Xingshui was speechless all the way, he seemed a little worried, so he winked at the two personal soldiers and ordered them to go out first.

Chu Xingshui sat down slowly. He pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Nephew, I have one thing I want you to ask for at the end. I hope you can tell the truth."

"But that jade thing?"

Chu Xingshui nodded silently, and he stared at Zhang Huan deeply and said, "This matter is very important to me."

Zhang Huan picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. He knew that Chu Xingshui was looking for him for the jade. To be precise, it was for his mother's life experience. He had already vaguely guessed that his mother was really related to the Chu family.

Last time, Zhang Huan didn't tell the truth, so he didn't want someone to disturb his mother. Now his mother has been transferred to a safe place by the head of the family, and even he himself doesn't know where he has hidden?

Zhang Huan pondered for a long time before nodding slowly and said, "Actually, you've already told it right last time."

Although the answer had been guessed, when it was suddenly revealed inadvertently, Chu Xingshui was still hit by a huge impact. The smile on his face gradually froze. He could no longer sit still. He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. Sometimes he walked to the window and sighed at the stars, sometimes he sat down and lowered his head to think deeply. His eyes were filled with memories of the past.

Zhang Huan didn't say anything, waiting for Chu Xingshui's emotions to calm down slowly.

After a long time, Chu Xingshui finally calmed down. He glanced at Zhang Huan and whispered: "I want to tell you a story, would you like to listen to it?"

Zhang Huan nodded silently.

Chu Xingshui stood up again, walked slowly to the window with his hands behind his back, and he began to tell his words, his voice was low and a little hoarse, "Twenty years ago, there was a eldest daughter of a big family. She was seventeen years old that year, and was born with a beautiful and unparalleled beauty. She was hailed as the number one beauty of the aristocratic family. She pursued her countless famous families and loved her. Her father and brother also wanted to treat her as the capital for marriage and had high expectations for her. Just the year the Anshi Rebellion broke out, she returned to her hometown from Chang'an, but told her father and brother that she was pregnant. But no matter how she asked, she never refused to tell who the man was. Just when she was eight months pregnant and was about to give birth, her father finally couldn't bear it anymore and drove her out of the house. From then on, she had no faith in it."

Speaking of this, Chu Xingshui's voice trembled slightly, "For the past twenty years, her elder brother has been looking for her. Until a few months ago, he suddenly learned about his sister's news...."

Chu Xingshui closed his eyes, and he was excited and could not say a word.

Zhang Huan also sat there blankly, motionless. Although he had long felt that his mother's life experience was unusual, he never expected that his mother would be the eldest daughter of the Chu family.

After a while, Chu Xingshui took out an envelope from his arms and sighed softly, "At this time, the last words her father left to her before his death, I hope she can go back and take a look."

After saying that, he gently placed the envelope on the windowsill and left.

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Chu Xingshui left, and Zhang Huan was the only one in the room, very quiet. He sat there straight, without moving. His thoughts returned to his childhood. In his memory, his mother was very, very beautiful, but that's it. His father had never seen them, his mother and son. He once resented his father's indifference, but only now he realized that Zhang Ruojun was not his father at all.

Who is his father? What I should remember, what happened before the age of seven.

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Zhang Huan closed his eyes and pursued his childhood memories, but there seemed to be a huge iron wall ahead, blocking everything.

Zhang Huan had a split headache and his thoughts returned to his eyes.

There is also Zhang Ruohao, he should have known it, otherwise he would not have transferred his mother quietly. If he does this, is it because his mother will face any danger?

Chu Xingshui already knew it, and he could only know the clue from the jade, and the jade once fell into Cui Yuan's hands. Since his mother had become famous for a while, Cui Yuan should also know it.

Gradually, Zhang Huan began to infer a secret hidden behind the scenes, that is his own life experience. This may be the fundamental reason why Zhang Ruohao wanted to make him the heir of the head of the family, and it was also the reason why Cui Yuan let him go. The focus of all this is on his father, who is he?

Zhang Huan walked to the window and picked up the letter left by Chu Xingshui. There was a line of words on the letter skin, "My daughter turned on the Lan to open her heart's head" and the pen was round, but the lines were crooked and slanted, and it was obvious that the person who wrote the letter was exhausted.

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment, then put the letter carefully into his arms and went out.

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Chapter completed!