Chapter 436 Ye Lingxuan is your uncle

  On the way to the study, Qiao Yi's mind was full of thoughts.

  I don't know why she was called to the study.

  The other thing is that the master this attendant is talking about is that gentle man, or that weird King Wen.

It's funny to say, I ate at someone's house, drank too much wine, drank too much, and then fell asleep, and now, she didn't know the name of the owner here, and What's the matter with her!

   Thinking of this, Joey found it funny.

  If this person had any bad intentions for her, she probably would have died long ago.

   After about a cup of tea, the two finally arrived at the so-called study room.

   "Master, Missy is here."

   Arriving at the door of the study, the attendant knocked on the door, and then spoke.

"Enter."

  Yes, as soon as I heard the voice, I knew it was the somewhat weird King Wen.

  The attendant opened the door, and motioned for Joey to go in.

   After Joey walked in, the attendant closed the door and did not follow in.

  As the door slammed shut, Joey's heart beat violently.

  Why does she feel like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?

  Shaking his head slightly, he shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and then looked at King Wen, who was looking at an ink painting with his hands behind his back.

  The picture shows a lotus flower, a very beautiful one. But it is so beautiful that it has no soul.

   And also too lonely.

  Qiao Yi came to stand next to King Wen, and then looked at it carefully.

   After a while, King Wen said slowly, "How do you feel?"

   "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

  Qiao Yi raised her eyebrows, and looked at King Wen with some amusement.

  She really couldn't figure out why King Wen called her here.

  If you want to tell her something, shouldn't that man tell her.

   It should be that person who has some relationship with her, not the King Wen in front of me.

  Her surname is Qiao, and the royal family's surname is Baili. There is no possibility of a relationship between them.

   After all, the descendants of the royal family will not be allowed to wander outside no matter how bad they are.

   "What is the truth? What is the lie?"

  Wen Wang looked at Qiao Yi with great interest, secretly thinking that this girl was playing tricks on her.

   "A lie is a good painting, but a truth is that I can't read it."

   King Wen: "..."

   Fortunately, she thought what Joey would say, but she ended up saying such a perfunctory sentence.

   But playing with her, this girl is still a little tender.

"The subject of the scientific examination in Qingcheng Mansion is Peach Blossom. And the poem you wrote is now in the hands of the Empress. At the same time, she has ordered people to push away half of the Leng Palace, and is planning to build a peach blossom forest there. Do you know who the Empress wants to supervise? "

  Joy: "..."

   It shouldn’t be her, she just wrote a poem she likes by heart.

   Certainly not hers.

   After King Wen finished speaking, he stopped talking and continued to stare at the lotus in the painting.

  The meaning is obvious, if you don’t write a poem that satisfies me, I won’t say anything you want to know today.

   Seeing this, Qiao Yi smiled wryly in her heart.

  It seems that if she doesn't recite a poem about lotus today, she can't do it.

  She wants to know a lot of things. If she doesn't compromise, she probably consumes more energy than you.

  Thinking of this, Qiao Yi confessed, no matter how reluctant she was, she had to bow her head and confess.

   "The pillow mat and the creek hall are cold like autumn. The broken clouds follow the water and come late to harvest. The red lotus leans against each other like a drunk, and the white bird is speechless and sad.

  The book is aggressive, and rest. Every hill and valley is also romantic. I don't know how much muscle strength has weakened, but Juexin is too lazy to go upstairs. "

   As for reciting poems, Qiao Yi is at his fingertips.

   King Wen: "..."

   What the hell, you can write such a good poem, but you actually told her that you can't understand paintings, and you're lying?

  Thinking of this, King Wen handed Qiao Yi a brush.

   King Wen’s idea was to ask Qiao Yi to draw a picture.

   But Qiao Yi thought that King Wen asked him to paint directly on the painting.

  The poems have been written, so of course she wants to make this painting fit the occasion, right?

  Thinking of this, Joey added a few strokes to the painting.

   It seems random, but it has its own merits.

   Originally, King Wen wanted to stop Qiao Yi, after all, this painting was drawn by her Xuan Er.

  She always felt that although the painting looked beautiful, it was a bit weird.

  But now, Qiaoyi's three or two strokes made her understand why it was so weird.

   It turns out that this lotus flower is too lonely.

  Thinking of this, King Wen really wanted to slap himself.

   This painting was given to her by Ye Lingxuan two years ago.

   And she, an idiot, didn't realize what Ye Lingxuan meant.

   No wonder I have kept a distance from her for the past two years.

   The original problem lies here.

"how?"

  Qiao Yi put down the brush and looked at King Wen.

   She should be satisfied with this, right? So let's answer her questions quickly.

   "Well, good. Now let's talk about you."

"Um."

  Qiao Yi saw King Wen nodding. Originally, she wanted to take the initiative, but later she discovered that she was no match for King Wen.

  Wen Wang found a seat and sat down, then motioned for Qiao Yi to sit too.

   After Qiao Yi sat down firmly, King Wen spoke.

   "His name is Ye Lingxuan, he is your father's twin brother. If you want to know anything, you can ask me, as long as I know, I will tell you."

  Wen Wang smiled and looked at Qiao Yi.

  Joy: "..."

   This is really an old fox.

  Can't she tell everything she knows, and she has to ask.

   And she didn't necessarily say anything after asking.

   "So, he is my uncle? Such a young uncle? He is in his thirties? Doesn't it look like that? Why do I feel that my uncle is about the same age as Jiu'er?"

   Qiao Yi is now concerned about Ye Lingxuan's age.

  This is too **** young.

   Doesn't look like a man in his thirties at all, okay?

   And the King Wen in front of me, doesn't he seem to be quite young?

   "He is indeed your uncle, he is thirty-two years old."

  Wen Wang listened to Qiao Yi's praise of Ye Lingxuan's youth, and he was very pleased, and even his tone of speech softened a lot.

   "It doesn't look like someone in their thirties at all."

  Qiao Yi muttered, and then continued: "Qiao Xin said that our father is a brother. Could it be that my uncle didn't marry my mother back then?"

   "No, your father and your uncle are brothers."

   "Could it be that Qiao Xin is lying to me? But it seems unnecessary?"

  Joy frowned, wondering why this matter is getting more and more chaotic?

"She didn't lie to you. After your father passed away and you were rescued by your uncle, the Qiao family made a decision, that is, you can't tell anyone about your father, even the descendants of the Qiao family. So now as long as it is No one who is younger than you knows your father's surname is Ye."

  Joy frowned when he heard this.

   The doubts in my heart are really not ordinary.

  There must be something strange about the Qiao family.

  There should be some reason for Daddy's death.

   But what he wants to know most now is about the old beggar.

  His father is dead. Find out the cause sooner or later.

   But the old beggar is different.

  The old beggar is the one who raised her, the one who raised her from childhood to adulthood.

   Now her whereabouts are unknown, she must find the old beggar, and then tell the old beggar in person, your child has grown up now, and is no longer willful. Now I can support you until you are old.

   "I want to know about the old beggar now."

   "She died."

  (end of this chapter)