Chapter 706: The truth that I dare not think about

Miss Jun has already remembered, in fact, she has seen this silver.
When she was very young, she flipped through her father's study and pulled out a piece of silver. Because the ladies were often told to sew the silver flowers, she took the scissors and tried to try.
Father found that she had drunk her.
However, my father did not make a fuss about her playing scissors like her sister and niece.
"This silver can't be hinged." He just said softly.
Silver hinged is also silver, why can't it be hinged?
"Because this is too silver for three years." The father said with a few points solemnly, "Nine-year-old, you have to remember, this is the silver for three years."
What happened to Taiyan for three years?
"That's a shame," said the father, and looked at the silver ingot in his hand. "This silver is specially made for redempting your great-grandfather."
For her younger age, she still doesn't know who her great-grandfather was. Where was her great-grandfather? What does redemption mean?
"Your great-grandfather was taken away by the Jin people," said the father.
This is very surprising for her. The palace is so big that she can't even go out of the harem. Can someone take her great-grandfather away?
The father was teased by her words, smiling and full of sadness.
"Your great-grandfather was not taken here. He went to the front line to fight." He said that he stopped here again. "Even if it is not on the front line, the country is broken. What can the high wall and the deep house block? What is caught? Your great-grandfather, there are many palace people, and you are a uncle."
Is there so many people in the palace? In her usual palace, only one of them has a grandfather's family. Oh, there are a few uncles and princes who have seen it once last year, saying that they live in different places and cannot come to Beijing.
Later, my father said something, but it was very boring for her little younger age. If she couldn’t understand it, she couldn’t remember it. After she thought about it, she only remembered her father’s sadness and anger.
"Nine-year-old, you have to remember that it is a shame to be too inflamed for three years. Remember to stop having this kind of shame. You must be strong and strong."
In the memory, the father's voice was long, and the study was covered with the autumn yellow. The silver that she had poked a gap with her scissors placed on the book, emitting dull light.
"At that time, the gold and silver cloth was handed over to the golden man. The golden man turned his face and broke the contract. He said that the Zhou people did not speak credit and refused to return the Emperor Renxiao. The Emperor Renxiao was seriously stunned and died in the Jinren City." Zhu Xi slowly said, breaking The suffocating quietness of the room, "Everyone is a shameless person who is not shameful, and the world is full of anger, the original..."
His voice said that it stopped here, and the room was silent again, but Miss Jun knew what he meant.
It turned out that the golden man was right, saying that the good money was not handed over to the Jin people, but to Shandong, and in the hands of the Fang family, became a trader to produce more money.
All of this deceived the people of the world. The Emperor Renxiao was not redeemed. He was killed by the Jin people. The Chu family suffered the grief and shame of losing their loved ones, and they also enjoyed the sympathy of the people of the world.
Shame.
Miss Jun’s hand almost caught her face. She had no face to see anyone, and her body trembled.
Who made it? Is Qi Wang? Is the grandfather? Did the father know?
Why is this so?
"I don't want to understand, I don't want to understand." Her voice muttered like a whimper.
Zhu Xi looked at her.
"Do you really want to understand?" he said, his voice was low but he did not hesitate. "I heard that Emperor Renxiao's favorite is Su Wang."
Miss Jun buried her head deeper.
She was no longer a child, but she grew up and knew who her great-grandfather was, knowing the many emperors who had not seen the name in the palace.
Su Wang, the eighth son of his great-grandfather, is the eighth brother of her grandfather. Although the king did not go out, he stayed in the palace, saying that it was because of his young age, but it also showed his favor, but it is precisely because of this. The golden man broke the city palace and took him away.
The Emperor Renxiao died, and the peace talks broke down between the two countries. Su Wang and other palace people naturally ignored it, and it was not long before they died.
Yes, she is no longer a child. She knows what Zhu Xi’s emperor likes to say.
If Emperor Renxiao is in the inheritance, it is not necessarily her grandfather who inherits the rule of the king.
My grandfather became the emperor because the country can't be without a day, but the country can't have two kings. If you greet Emperor Renxiao, what should your grandfather do? Still with Emperor Renxiao? After that? Will Emperor Renxiao choose his grandfather as the next emperor?
and so......
She did not want to understand, she did not dare to think, was forced to think by Zhu Xi, cold, tentacles touch the quilt, simply stretched out and wrapped himself.
It’s so cold, so cold.
Zhu Xi had to wear only his trousers and his upper body sitting on the bed and blinking.
"Although it sounds terrible," he said quietly. "But the royal family has no father and son..."
Miss Jun slammed the quilt out to reveal her head.
"There is nothing pitiful about the father. He is not worthy of being murdered," she said. "There is nothing wrong with Qi Wang who took the throne. This is the robbed of the throne. They are all bad guys. They are all robbed. Oh, it’s all bad animals.

"You see that you are entangled in Hu." Zhu Xi said with a deep voice, "Don't think about things when your mind is not clear."
"My mind is sober." Miss Jun shouted.
"You are sober." Zhu Xi replied unceremoniously.
This bastard! Miss Jun stared at him.
"If you are awake, you should realize that your grandfather, your father, and Qi Wang are different people. They only do things that can represent themselves." Zhu Xi said, "You can't do something wrong because of them. I think your father is dead, and you should die."
"I didn't say that my father deserved it." Miss Jun said, hanging her head.
She just didn't know if her father knew about it.
"Your father knows that he doesn't know that it is two different things to be murdered with him." Zhu Xi said, for a moment, "You must understand what you are doing now, you are taking revenge for your father, as for the various sinisters of the previous emperor change, It's not something you can manage and manage."
Miss Jun wrapped in a quilt, she knows everything, just...
"Zhu Xi." She looked up at the man sitting cross-legged in front of her. "Do you feel sick?"
Zhu Xi smiled.
"There are more things in the world that are disgusting," he said. "I don't feel sick, I don't have time to be disgusting."
Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, but this smile is better than crying.
"You don't think about it now, you are too excited and confused now." Zhu Xi said with a frown.
Miss Jun nodded.
"I don't want to," she said. "I am sleepy. I am going to sleep first."
She said that she fell to the bed and pulled the quilt over her head.
Zhu Xi was almost squeezed out and looked at Miss Jun who wrapped herself in a group.
"This is my bed," he said.
But Miss Jun seems to fall asleep and simply ignores it.
Zhu Xi had to go down by himself. There was a slight coolness in the early autumn night. At this time, he also found himself upper body, suddenly his face turned red, and some panicked clothes on the shelf.
However, at this time, what is the use of the set, did not look at it.
"Deng Zezi." He slammed the bed that was occupied by the eye. The bed was not big, but the woman was huddled in a quilt and looked small and pitiful.
He sighed and sat down on the floor next to the bed. The room was quiet and the night was darker.