The eldest grandson Queen''s cousin?

    Changsun Wuji and empress changsun''s cousin?

    My biological mother?

    Tang Haoleng, who was always quick thinking, was stunned by the words of changsun Wuji. He didn''t react for a long time.

    Tang Hao calmed down a little, thought a little, and couldn''t help laughing.

    "Duke Zhao, don''t laugh with me. The people in this painting are relatives of the emperor. I''m just a cloth coat. How can the two be related?"

    Tang Hao''s reaction was somewhat unexpected.

    If you put it in other poor disciples, if you know that there is a mother of a royal family, you will laugh most of your dreams. Even if it''s not this mother child relationship, if it''s a little tied up, I''d like to know each other earlier.

    And the young man in front of him denied it!

    Changsun Wuji stared and looked more serious, said sternly.

    "What''s my status? I''ll talk to you about such big things?"

    Tang Hao gradually stopped smiling and could see from his eldest sun Wuji''s tone that it was mostly for some reason that he would be so sure.

    Tang Hao said positively, "Duke Zhao, the younger generation''s father is Tang Shun and his mother is Yang Ying. In other words, Chang''an city is still the first time to come. How can we get on with the royal family?"

    Sun Wuji sat on the nanmu chair and knocked the eight immortals table beside him with his fingers, aggravating his voice.

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

    Although he knew he was an adopted son, Tang Hao didn''t think so.

    Although this is undoubtedly a way to connect with the royal family, he disdains to take this shortcut.

    He wants to be a man of honor, and he wants to be an official and a baron.

    But he has to rely on his own strength to find a way that can be recognized and admired by everyone, rather than relying on the lineage identity of aristocratic family disciples to recognize the mother without asking.

    "Duke Zheng, although the younger generation was adopted, it''s too abrupt to be so sure just because this portrait is somewhat similar to the younger generation?"

    "Of course not! And this."

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

    Tang Hao looked at the handkerchief embroidered with the word "Hao" and his pupils closed.

    This is the handkerchief that I left in Princess Changle''s bedroom!

    It''s here!

    Tang Hao asked.

    "This handkerchief dare you ask where the Duke of Zheng came from? This is what the younger generation left in the bedroom."

    Changsun Wuji was a little excited and handed the handkerchief to Tang Hao.

    "Yes, it''s from the bedroom! The word" Hao "on it is your own name?"

    "Exactly! This handkerchief has been carried on me all the time. Why is it strange to embroider a name?"

    Looking at Sun Wuji''s excited face, Tang Hao didn''t understand that it was just an ordinary handkerchief. How could he see his life experience from it?

    I heard from my adoptive mother that I had this handkerchief since I found it. At that time, I was still a baby in swaddling clothes. The handkerchief was embroidered with the word Hao. The adoptive mother named herself Tang Hao.

    Is there another mystery about the Hao character on this handkerchief?

    "Look at the stitching on this handkerchief. It''s just Su Niang''s stitching!"

    There was a glittering and translucent flash in his eyes. He looked out of the window and said gratefully.

    "Everything is fate. If I hadn''t found this handkerchief in my bedroom, my sister and I wouldn''t have found your life experience! It''s really God''s arrangement."

    Although Tang Hao didn''t know much about the needlework of the female worker, since Chang sun Wuji said it, it was mostly true.

    But in the twinkling of an eye, I thought it was too far fetched.

    "Duke Zhao, by virtue of the stitching on this handkerchief and its resemblance to the look, he is sure that the younger generation''s life experience will inevitably be hasty. Besides, there are countless people who look like me and the women in this picture."

    The eldest sun Wuji didn''t expect that his noble status was in front of him. He was like a filthy thing to the boy. He didn''t know how to answer for a while.

    Stunned for a long time, Chang sun Wuji said.

    "Then let me ask you, where do your calligraphy, poetry and martial arts come from? Do you think these strange people will cheat people?"

    Seeing that Tang Hao was silent, sun Wuji continued.

    "A poor family is short of food and clothing. How can you spare money to buy good bows and arrows? How can you spare money to buy books and art of war? How can you spare money to buy Pen, ink, paper and inkstone? Do you know that these things, not to mention a farmer, even an ordinary aristocratic family, can only buy some inferior goods. Your talent is really favored by heaven. You can get it when you touch it?"

    Tang Hao knew that the system gift must not be said. Even if he said it, no one would believe it. He said faintly.

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

    "My sister left without saying goodbye that day. She was accompanied by several personal servant girls. She was very talented and had excellent martial arts. They must have carefully taught her. Moreover, they had a lot of gold and silver. It''s enough for you to buy these supplies!"

    Sun Wuji''s tone was firm.

    Tang Hao knew the origin of his skills and didn''t retort.

    "Then Duke Zhao said, since I have so many professors, why should I be entrusted to a poor family with poor food and clothing?"

    Hearing the speech, the eldest sun Wuji smothered.

    Finally, the eldest sun Wuji stood up and sighed with a negative hand.

    "This is more than ten years. If Su Niang is still alive, I also want to know why she left without saying goodbye and the truth that she entrusted you."