Martial Sage

The cousin of Queen Longsun?

The cousin of Changsun Wuji and Queen Changsun?

My biological mother?

Tang Hao, who had always been creative and agile, was stunned by what Changsun Wuji said, and he didn't react for a while.

Tang Hao calmed down a bit, thought for a moment, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Zhao Guogong, don't laugh with me anymore. The person in this painting is a relative of the emperor and country. I am just a piece of cloth. How can the two have a relationship?"

Tang Hao's reaction was a bit beyond what Changsun Wuji had expected.

If you put it on other poor disciples, if you learn that there is a mother of an emperor's relatives, most of them will laugh out loud in their dreams. In time it is not this kind of mother-child relationship, it is a bit of a bondage, and I would like to recognize each other sooner.

But the boy in front of him denied it!

Changsun Wuji glared, his expression became more serious, and said sharply.

"What am I? I will talk to you nonsense about such important events?"

Tang Hao gradually closed his smile, and he could also see from the tone of Changsun Wuji that there was probably some reason for this matter, and he would be so sure.

Tang Hao sternly said: "Zhao Guogong, Junior's father is Tang Shun, and his mother is Yang Ying. In other words, this is the first time this Chang'an City is here. How does it have a relationship with the royal family?"

Changsun Wuji sat on the nanmu chair, tapping the Eight Immortals table next to him with his fingers, accentuating his tone.

"I'm talking about birth mother, birth mother."

Although he knew he was an adopted son a long time ago, Tang Hao didn't take it seriously.

Although this is undoubtedly an official route to the sky that can catch the royal family, he does not bother to take this shortcut.

He is not false to be a master, he is not false to be appointed as a nobleman.

But he has to rely on his own strength to make a way that everyone can recognize and admire, instead of relying on the identity of a family disciple, and recognize this mother without asking for it.

"Zheng Guogong, although Junior was adopted, he is so sure just because this portrait is somewhat similar to Junior, isn't it a bit too abrupt?"

"Of course not! And this one."

While talking, Changsun Wuji took out a handkerchief from his arms.

Tang Hao glanced at the handkerchief embroidered with the word "Hao", his pupils closed.

Isn't this the handkerchief that I left in the palace of Princess Changle?

It's here!

Tang Hao asked.

"Does this handkerchief dare to ask where Zheng Guogong came from? This is what Junior fell in the bedroom."

Changsun Wuji was a little excited on his face and handed the handkerchief to Tang Haodao.

"Yes, it came from the palace! The character "Hao" on this is your own name?"

"Exactly! This handkerchief has always been on my body, so why is it weird to embroider a name?"

Seeing Changsun Wuji's expression of excitement, Tang Hao didn't understand in his heart that this was just a normal handkerchief, so how could he be seen from his own background?

I heard from my adoptive mother that this handkerchief has been there since I picked it up. At that time, I was a baby in swaddling clothes. This handkerchief was embroidered with the word "Hao", and the adoptive mother named herself Tang Hao.

Is there something mysterious about the word Hao on this handkerchief?

"Look at the stitches on this handkerchief, this is Su Niang's stitches!"

Changsun Wuji's eyes faintly flashed, looking out the window, gratefully said.

"Everything is fate. If we hadn't found this handkerchief in the bedroom, Big Sis and I would not have discovered your life experience! This is really an arrangement from heaven."

Although Tang Hao didn't know much about the needle technique of this female worker, since Changsun Wuji had said it, it was mostly true.

But in a blink of an eye, I felt too far-fetched, said.

"Zhao Guogong, based on the needle technique on this handkerchief, and the kind of look, he is sure that Junior's life experience is inevitably a bit sloppy? Besides, the people in the world who look like me and the women in this picture are also afraid. There are too many to count."

Changsun Wuji didn't expect that this noble status was placed in front of him, and it was like something filthy to this young man, inspiring to shirk, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Stunned for a while, the grandson Wuji said.

"Then let me ask you, where did your calligraphy, poems, and martial arts come from? You think that the teaching of these strange people you are talking about will deceive people?"

Seeing Tang Hao being silent, Changsun Wuji continued.

"In a poor family, there is not enough food and clothing. How can I buy a good bow and arrow feather with my spare money? How can I buy a book of war with the spare money? How can I buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone with the spare money? Inferior items, your talent is really favored by God, you can touch it, and you will be fine with a try?"

Tang Hao knew that system gifting must not be said, even if he said it, no one would believe it, and said lightly.

"Zhao Guogong, I don't understand what you want to say?"

"My Little Sister left without saying goodbye that day, and I was accompanied by a few personal servants, brilliant, martial arts Bufan, they must be carefully taught, not to mention that they have a lot of gold and silver, enough for you to buy these supplies!"

Changsun Wuji's tone was calm.

Tang Hao knew the origin of his ability, and he didn't refute, said.

"Then Zhao Guogong said, since I have taught so many, why should I entrust me to a poor family with poor food and clothing?"

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji suffocated.

Finally, Changsun Wuji stood up and sighed.

"It's been ten years or so. If Su Niang is still alive, I would also like to know why she left without saying goodbye at the time, and also want to know the truth about how she entrusted you to her."

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