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- How dare Uncle Gui bring this box directly to Sikong Ji?
He quickly sent the box to Butler Zhu.
Butler Zhu looked at the box, wrinkled his nose, took a sniff, and smelled an unpleasant smell. The box looks new though.
He opened the box, and when he opened the lid, he saw another box wrapped in furoshiki. Compared with the box outside, the box inside looked dirty and old.
Seeing that the bundle of cloth was tightly tied and knotted, and thinking that it was sent from the north, he did not dare to open it privately for a while. Could this be sent by King Dingbei? But because he couldn't reveal his identity, he carefully hired someone to deliver it?
"Butler Zhu, what is this?"
Sikong Jizheng and Ming Ruoxie came out of the study and walked to the yard when they saw Butler Zhu looking at a box on the stone table in a daze.
Ming Ruoxie asked aloud.
"Your Majesty, Princess." Butler Zhu quickly explained the matter.
Ming Ruoxie and Sikongji looked at each other.
"I, the king, take a look."
Sikong Ji walked over and reached out to untie the bundle of cloth.
He didn¡¯t hear any movement in this box, so there shouldn¡¯t be any living things inside.
But both he and Ming Ruoxie smelled that smell. Sikong Ji also smelled a complex and pungent smell. Ming Ruoxie moved his nose slightly and walked over to hold his hand.
"Ruoruo?"
Sikongji looked up at her with some confusion. Did she know what was inside?
Ming Ruoxie smelled blood and rancid smell. It's not going to be anything good here anyway.
"Let me drive." Ming Ruoxie grabbed Sikong Ji's hand.
"Need not."
Sikong Ji held her hand and looked at her with warm eyes, "What if you really think of me as a sick man?"
He is a man, why does she need to stand in front of everything? And he is the one with martial arts skills. Does his princess pamper him too much?
However, looking at her reaction, Sikong Ji was mentally prepared, knowing that there would definitely not be a pleasant gift in this box.
"Be careful."
Ming Ruoxie took out his hand and took a step back.
Sikongji untied the baggage without hesitation. No matter what it was, he always wanted to see it.
Tao Qi and others also came over.
As soon as the box inside was opened, Sikong Ji saw the contents inside at a glance, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
Ming Ruoxie also took a look. When she saw the ring, her heart moved. She immediately thought that this ring should be able to prove the identity of the owner of this hand, and it should be someone related to Sikong Ji.
She didn¡¯t know who it was, but after seeing the ring, she immediately raised her eyes and looked at Sikong Ji.
"Your Majesty¡ª¡ª"
Butler Zhu¡¯s expression also changed, and his voice trembled a little.
Doctor Tao was even more nervous, subconsciously wondering if the box and that hand were poisonous, "Your Majesty, don't touch it with your hands."
Who knows if the other party is using this to harm the prince?
Sikongji kept staring at the ring on his hand.
He actually doesn¡¯t recognize this ring. After all, he has never seen anyone from Prince Dingbei¡¯s palace since he was born. Even his maternal father, Prince Dingbei, only saw it for the first time last time.
¡°But Sikong Ji is a very meticulous person. In order to give himself a chance to identify his relatives when he met them, he had already done some identifying characteristics on them beforehand.
The appearance was something that King Dingbei had painted and sent over, but that was many years ago, and it may have changed now.
But what I see now is not a face, but a hand.
Sikong Ji happened to know about this ring on his hand. And the reason why he knew about this ring was because King Dingbei once used it to show off to him.
It¡¯s not quite accurate to say that he was showing off. It should be said that he took this ring to comfort himself.
King Dingbei said at that time, "The emperor and your uncle still have a kind of master-disciple relationship. It can be said that they are both teachers, friends and brothers. When the emperor was still young, he admired your uncle very much and often followed you. Great uncle, a silversmith made a very domineering ring at that time. Because the ring had a fierce tiger head, the emperor gave that ring to your uncle. He also told him that as long as he comes back in the future, Jingcheng, when he sees that ring again, he will think of his youth."
King Dingbei said, thisLove is extremely rare.
Therefore, when Bu Canghu has the opportunity to cross the northern border and come to the capital, he can definitely bring back the emperor's memories by holding the ring and talking about his past relationship with the emperor in person. Once people miss old feelings, their hearts will become softer. Once they soften, things will become much easier to talk about.
King Dingbei once held such hope, thinking that a ring could bring the emperor closer to them and impress the emperor.
"It's a pity that over the years, the emperor has never softened his heart at all, and has never given them a chance to enter the north, let alone come to the capital.
That ring, when King Dingbei asked someone to draw a portrait of Bu Canghu for him, he also deliberately drew it on it. The drawing was very clear.
So when Sikong Ji looked at the ring, he felt it looked familiar at first, and he recognized it after a few more glances.
The ring on this hand now quickly overlapped in his mind with the ring drawn on the paper in his memory.
At this moment, Sikong Ji understood who the owner of this hand was.
"But others won't know that he has seen this ring before, and if the other party wants to stimulate him, he will definitely identify the owner of this hand directly.
Sikongji¡¯s expression was as cold as ice, and he was extremely calm. He didn¡¯t have any special reaction, so he turned over the box to find something that indicated the owner of this hand.
Sure enough, there was a letter in the outermost box.
On the white paper, there was a paragraph written in blood-red handwriting.
"Bu Canghu, a traitor in Black Sand City, tried to cross the northern defense line, and his left hand was chopped off by General He with a knife. He specially presented the trophy to King Jin for appreciation. I heard that King Jin had never seen Bu Canghu since he was born. Now in this way, you and your uncle and nephew have a special opportunity to meet each other up close, so please don¡¯t be too moved, Prince Jin."
The handwriting was wild and flying, and the lines were blatantly full of pride and arrogance, clearly intended to stimulate him.
Tao Qi also saw the content of the letter clearly from the side, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the hand in the box again¡ª¡ª
"Bu Canghu? Your Majesty, that's not the eldest son of King Dingbei¡ª¡ª"
Isn¡¯t that the prince¡¯s uncle?
Didn¡¯t he always stay in Black Sand City?
Over the years, the correspondence between the prince and Heisha City was all written by King Dingbei. Bu Canghu and others did not write a single word to the prince.
Tao Qi and the others did not expect that Bu Canghu would "appear" in front of the prince for the first time in this way.
But no matter what, that is the prince¡¯s uncle! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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