The two exchanged gazes, they could not let the woman break in by herself.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, who among you is willing to monitor me?" Yan Cui said coldly.

A man took a step forward: "In the lower Ashun."

"Okay, Ashun, let's go." Yan Cui said, and walked out without looking back.

......

In the narrow room, Yang Jincheng leaned against the bed, and the sound of neat footsteps came from outside the window, and the patrolling guards walked back and forth.

Yang Jincheng glanced at Mr. Fang sitting in the corner and said with a smile: "Lao Fang, can we make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Mr. Fang leaned forward and became interested.

"Once, my fifth brother and I entered the palace, and the Empress Dowager gave me three Duan inkstones, two of which were for me and my fifth brother, and the other one was for him."

Mr. Fang knew that the fifth brother Yang Jincheng mentioned was Yang Jinting, who was missing a few years ago, and this "he" was Yang Jintang.

"Then he must be very happy." Mr. Fang asked.

Yang Jincheng curled his lips slightly and said, "Yes, I'm really happy. He said a lot of thankful words. But when he returned to his house, he smashed the Duan Inkstone."

"It's smashed? I'm smashed the reward from the Empress Dowager?" Mr. Fang was shocked.

"Yes, he smashed it. Ha, the Empress Dowager's reward was really smashed. Don't say that my fifth brother and I don't have the courage, even my father and uncle didn't have it, but he did. Do you think he is very interesting?"

"Well, it's really interesting. Later, I meant that he smashed Duan Inkstone. This matter could not be hidden. Sooner or later, it would be spread. What did he say?" Mr. Fang became more and more curious.

"He was heartbroken and cried into tears. It was said that his nephew, Uncle Xiao, but the prince was not like our Yang family. Now that he thinks, he is a bit similar to that person. I mean, he looks very similar to his personality and temper." Yang Jincheng smiled again, yes, why didn't he notice it before?

"Who? You mean..." Mr. Fang suddenly realized and pointed to the direction of the capital.

Yang Jincheng nodded: "It's the one sitting on the dragon throne now."

"Well, I mean, you saw him with your own eyes when you were at Daxiangguo Temple. Is he real or fake? Don't think too much, I'm just curious. I've never seen the emperor in my life and I will never have a chance in the future, so I want to know, is this resurrection from the dead true?" Mr. Fang asked.

"It's true, he's true, and it's true that he's resurrected from the dead. It's shameful to say that when he disappeared outside the palace, I sent someone to check it for a long time and it was very detailed, but I found nothing. I even found the Hongmao. I mean the real Hongmao, but I just looked at it and knew that the Hongmao in the capital was an impostor. Do you know why I can be sure?" Yang Jincheng's slender and fair fingers knocked lightly on his knees. Thinking about the time when the Baihua Class was popular all over the capital, he had also heard the Baihua Class's plays.

"Don't look like it?" Mr. Fang has always admired himself, and he is interested in all female dramas and female tricks.

"Yes, hahaha, what a joke. The real champion lady has stopped performing opera for a long time. Do you know why she doesn't perform anymore? Because she provoked someone's husband, she was caught by the jealous lady of that family, and used medicine on her scalp. As a result, her hair fell out and she could not grow any more. So she had no choice but to become a nun."

"Ah? So that's it, hahaha!" Mr. Fang also laughed, "No wonder you only look at it and you know it's not. It turns out that this is a nun."

"That bare head doesn't even have a stubble, it's like a cooked egg." Yang Jincheng shook his head with a smile.

Mr. Fang was so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist: "The reason why the female thief dared to pretend to be her is obviously because she knew that she would never show up on her. Didn't you check it in depth?"

Yang Jincheng stopped laughing and said, "Check it out. This nun has never walked out of the temple since she became a nun. Because the jealous lady said that if she dared to walk out of the temple, she would cut out her eyes. She was frightened and really didn't dare to go out, so she found nothing."

Mr. Fang sighed: "It's such a strange woman."

"Are you talking about that fake Matchmaker?" Yang Jincheng asked.

"It's all, it's a weird woman, and it's really the same. From a female actor to a nun, this is of course a strange woman, and it's worth a book." Mr. Fang sighed that if he was not imprisoned now, he would write a book and write a biography for these two strange women.

"However, later I found out the identity of the fake red lady." Yang Jincheng said lightly.

"Oh? Who is she? How did you find it out?" Mr. Fang's eyebrows were raised.

"It's not that I checked, it was because I met her again later." Yang Jincheng said.

"Ah?" Mr. Fang left the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, "Tell me quickly, where did you meet her? How could you be sure that she was the one you met?"

"I didn't recognize it at that time. Later, I mean that after I left the capital, I often thought about the past. As I thought about it, I remember who she was. You may not know, and now you don't have to hide it. The Queen Mother was assassinated, and those assassins were not killed on the spot. Two of them escaped. Both of them were women, one big and one small. Both of them were wearing human skin masks, but from their figure, they could see that one was a little girl, who had not grown up yet, at most, about fourteen or fifteen or fifteen, and the other was an adult woman."

When Yang Jincheng said this, he suddenly stopped. He looked ahead blankly, and all kinds of scenes of that year and that night flashed through his mind.

In recent years, he often remembered these things. Many of them that he couldn't figure out at that time or had no time to think about them carefully. Now he remembered them and understood them.

"They are not from the Later Jin Dynasty, absolutely not." Yang Jincheng murmured.

"Ah? No, it was announced to the world back then. Who doesn't know that the Empress Dowager was killed by the remnants of the Later Jin Dynasty, wasn't it?" Mr. Fang was incredulous.

"No, definitely not. Those two women are in a group. Deshan and the other two are ninety-eight or eighteen, but they know too much that they are not worth mercy, and they will eventually die." Yang Jincheng said.

It was because of Deshan among these people that Empress Dowager Yang was eager to make a final decision and counted the death of the Empress Dowager on the remnants of the Later Jin Dynasty.

"Then say, ah, tell me, who did the Empress Dowager die at the hands of whom? What about those two women? I still don't believe that in a place like the palace, two women can break in and kill the Empress Dowager? No one believes it, how could it be? If the palace goes in and out as soon as it says, then the emperor will not know how many times have died, don't you think?" Mr. Fang sighed, and he didn't believe it.
Chapter completed!