The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Zhou Shiyue's face looked a little dark, and Lu Zhaoling was so sharp that he could see it at once.

"Who is it?"

Zhou Shiyue was silent and looked at her.

Hey, what's going on? You don't want to tell me?

For some reason, Lu Zhaoling felt a little angry.

She rubbed the bone hairpin with the purification charm, then inserted it back into her bun gracefully and asked casually, "What's wrong? That person holds a special place in your heart, so it's hard to say? Don't want to doubt her?"

Before Zhou Shiyue could speak, she continued, "I heard from Qingbao that the prince has a senior sister, with whom he has a very close relationship. Moreover, she accompanied the prince's senior uncle to the capital this time and is now in the capital."

She has a special identity, is someone who doesn't want to be doubted, and is close to others. So senior sister fits the description.

When Zhou Shiyue heard this, his expression changed slightly and he started laughing angrily.

"Those two maids are really nice."

Where did they come from? They must have forgotten everything. Why did they tell Lu Er everything?

When they returned to Prince Jin's Mansion, they acted just like they were at home, which meant that they still considered themselves as members of the palace. However, when they came to Lu Er's place, things were different.

This move is a double-edged sword, played very clearly.

"Why, isn't this normal? Isn't this something we can just chat about?" Lu Zhaoling put away her smile, narrowed her eyes slightly, leaned towards him, and said in a slightly dangerous tone, "Is it difficult for your senior sister to bring it up?"

The kitten looks like its fur is standing on end and its claws are showing, ready to attack at any time.

Zhou Shiyue felt her aura and was suddenly comforted.

He reached out and pinched her nose.

"Lu Xiaoer, are you jealous of me, Senior Sister? Tsk, Er, you have come to this day."

He was jealous of Junior Brother Yin before, and now she is jealous of Senior Sister. OK, he didn't lose, it's a draw!

Lu Zhaoling was pinched by him until she couldn't breathe. She slapped his hand away and poked his heart with a finger.

"Don't be so cautious. Confess and be treated leniently; resist and be treated severely."

"Are you stupid?"

Zhou Shiyue laughed, "It's a good thing that you asked me to recall whether I have ever knelt on someone's chest. Kneel, Lu Er, you meant kneel."

"puff."

Lu Zhaoling burst out laughing instantly.

It was also the first time in her life that she was so jealous that her mind temporarily left home.

His knee was hit by a spell. This targeted spell was meant to hurt his leg, so it manifested itself on his knee.

This kind of people who are not so talented have to touch his knees if they want to succeed.

The opponent used the blood from his heart, and the spell had to be completed at the moment the blood was taken out. The most direct way was for him to touch the opponent's heart with his knee.

Lu Zhaoling just thought of these things in his mind, and immediately thought of the biggest possibility -

During the fight, Zhou Shiyue had the upper hand. His opponent fell to the ground, and Zhou Shiyue knelt down with one knee to subdue him.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it would be unlikely to drive the talisman with fresh heart blood into his knee.

And Zhou Shiyue really thought of someone.

But she was dumbfounded. If she really fought so hard, how could she be a woman? How could she be his senior sister?

Lu Zhaoling still had some trust in Zhou Shiyue's character. If it was a woman, he would never use such a move.

"Tsk, I was just trying to praise you for being smart, but you even guessed when I had knelt on someone's heart. Fortunately, I haven't said the compliment yet, otherwise my face would have blushed."

"Are you done yet?"

Lu Zhaoling rolled her eyes at him.

Zhou Shiyue came closer, close to her face, looked at her, and suddenly pecked her on the lips.

"The king is pleased."

Lu Xiaoer would also be jealous of him, and when he is jealous he will become Lu Xiaoben. Why is he so happy?

Seeing that he was really happy, Lu Zhaoling immediately pounced on him, pressed him down on the couch, and bit his lips lightly without any hesitation.

When Zhou Shiyue subconsciously wanted to chase after her, she immediately backed away, leaving him with a look of unsatisfied feeling.

"Let's get down to business!"

She stood up and called Qingyin and Qingbao at the same time.

"Qingyin Qingbao, bring in a basin of water."

The two maids who were still staring at Qingfeng and Qinglin outside responded and pointed at them in a warning manner, then turned around to fetch water.

"Fetching water now..." Qinglin looked at Qingfeng. As soon as a trace of surprise appeared on his face, Qingfeng slapped him on the head.

"Shut up."

If he talks any more, the prince will really transfer him to the border.

Inside the room, Zhou Shiyue struggled to move his gaze away from Lu Zhaoling's lips.

"I'm thinking of this person, but it's hard to tell you."

"Speak. Don't force me to hit your wound." Lu Zhaoling said threateningly.

"This man is the sworn brother of King Nan Shao."

Zhou Shiyue hesitated just now because this person was related to King Nanshao.

"Your mother's identity is questionable, but didn't we guess from her wedding dress and those boxes of treasures that she was most likely from the Nanshao Palace?"

Lu Zhaoling frowned. Zhou Shiyue sat up and reached out to smooth her brows with his fingertips.

"Don't worry about it yet, just listen to me."

Lu Zhaoling looked at him.

"If she was just a person of insignificant status in the Nan Shao Palace, it would be impossible for her to have a wedding dress embroidered by her, and it would be even more impossible for someone to send her several boxes of treasures."

Well, indeed.

"Considering that the King of Nan Shao led his troops to search for people, there was such a big commotion. The people who left the palace must be extraordinary."

"Therefore, let us assume that this person is your mother."

Lu Zhaoling suddenly asked, "Based on their ages, what is her possible relationship with King Nan Shao?"

Hearing this, Zhou Shiyue touched his chin, thought for a moment, and looked a little disgusted.

"If I say, 'I'm not sure,' what would you think? The King of Nan Shao should be in his early fifties now. When he was young, he was tall and mighty, but he looked a little anxious. He looked like he was in his thirties when he was in his teens. Now he's in his early fifties, but he still looks like he's in his thirties."

Lu Zhaoling understood, "It's anti-aging."

That's the word.

"More than a decade ago, he was in his thirties. I'm sorry to say that your mother was about the same age as you are now. Judging from her age, she could have been his concubine or his daughter."

Zhou Shiyue paused, wondering if saying this to his mother-in-law would be too offensive.

Lu Zhaoling was unhappy, "What are you talking about? Taking a concubine who is over thirty years old and is sixteen or seventeen years old?"

Can you guess the best?

"Prince Nan Shao still has concubines who are less than 20 years old in his mansion." Zhou Shiyue said.

He looked at Lu Zhaoling's face which darkened instantly, and said quickly, "I am not that kind of person."

But the guy who is suspected to be your biological father is this kind of person.

"So, the man I knelt on and beat until he vomited blood might be your foster uncle..." He lowered his voice, "Isn't that embarrassing to say?"