Chapter 167 A Bao speaks out
[Firstly, Daddy is worried that the recognition of kinship will fail, causing secondary harm to the third prince. Secondly, even if the recognition of kinship is successful, he is afraid that the third prince will have wild thoughts in the future and think that Daddy only recognizes blood ties and does not care about the father-son relationship with him for many years. Daddy must have been agonizing over this matter all night and is almost bald. In fact, no matter whether the third prince is Daddy's blood or not, Daddy does not intend to let the third prince go. Daddy really cares about the father-son relationship, but the third prince does not know Daddy's painstaking efforts.]
If he was not afraid that others would find out that he could hear the imperial sister's voice, Di Li would have cried a lot by now.
"Father, is this topaz the one that was in the token last night?" Di Li asked, looking at the topaz.
The great tyrant pondered, "Hmm."
"I just happened to see it last night, it..." "
It was written in Feng Xuetang's letter that this topaz was placed on you by the old monk. It was given to you by your biological mother. But this topaz... seems to be from the royal family."
Di Li pursed his lips, "Father, how about we also do a blood test to recognize our relationship?"
The great tyrant's eyes lit up. Di Li's words were exactly what he was entangled with last night. In order to avoid the result being unsatisfactory and hurting Di Li, he didn't know how to start the conversation.
Emperor Zi'an quickly agreed, "Father, I think the third brother's suggestion is very good. Maybe you had sex with a woman before and forgot about her. She gave birth to the third brother and then gave him to the old monk, who sent him to the palace."
"What if the result of the blood test is not satisfactory? Third brother, by then, you won't be able to stop the gossips, and your situation will be more difficult than it is now."
Although he would order people not to talk nonsense, he couldn't stop some people from talking nonsense.
Once the recognition failed, others would accuse Emperor Li of usurping the throne. They
would think he was crazy about wanting to be a prince.
Emperor Li pondered for a moment, "Nothing can be worse than the current situation."
"Then let's do the blood test." The tyrant didn't want Emperor Li to think too much, but fortunately this kid took the initiative to bring it up, and the tyrant breathed a sigh of relief.
The father and his two sons were extremely worried, but after eating and drinking, Abao played around and looked around, and was extremely happy.
Two drops of blood melted into the water, stagnated for a moment, and then merged.
Emperor Zi'an was ecstatic, "Third brother! You are really my third brother. You are the son of the emperor, you are!"
Emperor Li's eyes widened in surprise.
The great tyrant looked thoughtful, and after a moment of silence, he handed the topaz to Emperor Li, "Take this."
Emperor Li took the topaz excitedly. This was the first time he thoroughly understood his life experience. The emperor was really his father.
But who his mother was, he didn't know, only this piece of topaz.
[Now, everyone is happy, how wonderful! The third prince doesn't have to run away, and can continue to be an idle prince.]
A Bao stood in front of Di Li with his hands on his waist, "Third pot..."
Di Li picked up A Bao affectionately. His imperial sister was not only cute, but also a little lucky star.
If it weren't for A Bao, he would never know who he was.
"Father, can't you remember?" Di Li asked seriously.
The great tyrant shook his head and rubbed his eyebrows. He had been thinking about it all night, but he couldn't remember which woman Huang Yu gave it to, especially, he didn't have any relationship with other women twenty years ago.
Di Li is his son, why can't he remember Di Li's mother.
"Father, I think the old monk put this topaz on my third brother. It would be better to let my third brother go find the old monk." Emperor Zi'an was not at the scene last night, but Emperor Li had already told him about the matter of Qingyun Palace.
"Father, your son also has the same idea."
The great tyrant also felt that this matter was not simple. "Well, you two can concentrate on investigating this matter."
Emperor Li and Emperor Zi'an muttered, "Seventh brother, according to the description in the book, the old monk has no name and is old. We don't know if he is alive or not."
If he dies, it will be troublesome, and the clues will be broken.
A Bao just finished drinking the little milk left in the milk bottle, burped, and looked at his two brothers with big eyes, "Dead, dead..."
Emperor Li and Emperor Zi'an: !!!
The two looked at each other. One had a puppet fate, and the other had a physique of a loser. This was simply a combination of two evils. They would probably not be able to accomplish anything.
"Burp, I can't die..." A Bao waved his hands.
[The old monk is a kind-hearted person. How could he die so easily? He must come back to life after death. He can't die.]
Huguo Temple.
The Huguo Temple, which used to be peaceful, was very different today. The old abbot was about to pass away.
A large group of young monks and big monks sat on the ground chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name. Some were crying, while others were chanting. The scene was very spectacular.
In the hall, the old monk was lying on a cushion. He had closed his eyes and couldn't even breathe.
"Master, please don't leave us, wuwuwu."
"Master has passed away, and Master is about to go to the Western Paradise."
"Master, wuwuwu, have a safe journey."
The old abbot, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.
A group of monks and disciples were all shocked, like ants on a hot pot, anxious.
What were they anxious about?
Of course, they were anxious that the master who had passed away suddenly came back to life.
A little monk came forward. He was the old abbot's new disciple, six years old this year, and he loved him very much on weekdays. "Master, Master, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Are you unwilling to leave?" "
What are you leaving? I'm not leaving."
Little monk: ???
Staring with big round eyes, "Master is a corpse, Master is talking nonsense."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your master is alive, alive and well, do you know that?" The old abbot was also a little dumbfounded, and quickly chanted: "Amitabha, may the gods bless you."
"Master, are you really alive? But you just died." The little monk didn't believe it, he was ignorant and didn't care about what he said.
"Just now he was hanging on to half a breath, now he is completely alive."
"Master, Master, why is that? How can a dead person come back to life?"
The old abbot touched the little novice's head lovingly, "Maybe, King Yan doesn't want me."
The little novice didn't quite understand, but with a smile on her face, she happily got into the old abbot's arms, "Master, it's great that you're alive. I have a master again, yeah."
Huguo Temple was originally a royal Buddhist temple and was not open to the public on weekdays, but it was different as the year was coming to an end.
Today, it was open to the public, and many pilgrims came to worship the gods and the Bodhisattvas, hoping to get a good start at the end of the year and hoping that the next year would be smooth.
The news that the dying old abbot was alive again instantly exploded in Huguo Temple.
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