Before reaching the entrance of the East Street Corridor, I heard mournful music coming from the deep alley, the poignant and sluggish tune, with the wind and snow fluttering and wanton rendering, the pedestrians on both sides of the official road have looked sideways, only to see the marching colt, respectively sitting two adult men in fine clothes, and a beautiful color covered with green veil.

Looking back at it, the foal was followed by two sedan chairs, and not long after, a plain white carriage drove out.

"I heard that it was the aunt of Otsuka Zaifu who died..."

"How did you die?"

Pedestrians at the intersection of the street were busy turning their heads and ears, with an expression of watching a play.

"Oops, it is said that he fell from the high cliff next to Ming'an Temple, and his body was broken...", the woman dressed as a servant smacked her lips.

"Yes, the body is as soft as cotton, and the body is divided into several pieces..."

The young man dressed as a boy standing on the edge of the liquor shop turned his head and spread out his hands to describe the tragic scene: "The body is embedded in that sharp stake, and the intestines are all flowing to the ground!"

"Vomit..."When a young woman heard this, she couldn't hold back, and suddenly leaned over and retched....

Otsuka Zaifu, Gu Qian in a blue ink shirt, with a dark face in front of the vermilion gate, originally the concubine in the mansion died, as Otsuka Zai, he didn't need to come out to greet him, but Gu Qian heard that the two princes escorted Fu Li Luo back to the house together, and he had to go out of the house to greet the nobles.

At the small gate on the west side, the guards in the mansion were dressed in white plain clothes and waited under the eaves of the corridor early, and Mama Li and the housekeeper put the plain white carriage where Yang Suqin's remains were parked through the side door according to Gu Qian's instructions.

The lingering cold wind and cold snow formed a thin veil in the dark sky, shrouding the whole world in chaos.

Before Fu Liluo turned over and dismounted, Gu Qian galloped up, and said with a worried face: "Xi'er, are you okay?"

The bottom of his eyes was instantly covered with hazy water, and Fu Liluo stepped on the saddle and got off the horse: "Xi'er is fine! Father, don't worry, it's just that Aunt Yang is..."

Gu Qian frowned a pair of sword eyebrows, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes squeezed on the tough facial features, making his whole face more rigid, he hurriedly waved his hand, signaled Fu Liluo not to say any more, and then lowered his eyes and walked to the two men under the pillar, hugged his fists and bowed and said: "Thank you two princes for escorting you personally, the lower officials feel inexhaustible!"

What he said was vague, of course Gu Qian knew that his concubine had died, and there was not so much decency that the two princes could send each other, and the two nobles were mostly looking at their daughters, Gu Qian thought about it and looked at Fu Liluo a few more times.

"Lord Otsuka Zai's festival mourns!" King Yue, who had a cheerful face, turned over and dismounted, looking at Gu Qian.

The Dongyang King, who had an indifferent face on the side, stood with his hands in his hands, brushed the slippery hem of his clothes, and glanced at the slender figure under the pillar, and the corners of the Dongyang King's tightly pursed mouth curved a trace of warmth: "Miss Gu is not a little frightened today! Lord Otsuka Zai must be appeased!"

Gu Qian raised his gray eyes and looked at the cold-faced prince in front of him, a two-inch-long scar at the corner of his eye extended to his temples, and under the dim light, it was a little less evil than when he was next to him!

Gu Qian sighed in his heart.

How good it would be if the Holy Lord didn't cancel their marriage contract! He could see that this cold and arrogant King Dongyang had a heart for his daughter.

Thinking to himself, Gu Qian was a little annoyed, angry at the self-righteous Dou Xiaoyang, who had mixed up such a good marriage!

Dongyang Wang Yuwen Yongzi didn't notice Gu Qian's careful thoughts! His phoenix eyes only fell on the little woman who was stroking her hands.

If I was surprised when I saw her for the first time, then this second time I saw her, should I be in love?

Yu Wenming stroked his hand and touched his chin, and his lips pulled a wry smile.

Delicate but not pretentious, cold but not cold, she is like a rare piece of jade, which attracts people to take a closer look!

As soon as he thought that the Holy Lord suddenly canceled his will, Yu Wenming Yong's heart felt a little more resentful towards Dou Xiaoyang, who was doing that good thing!

The black eyes full of anger, the surging eyes of the girl who suddenly turned around, looking at her fair and almost transparent face, Yu Wenming Yong suddenly felt reluctant, and only hooked the corners of his lips and stared at Gu Qian: "The winter night is extremely cold! Lord Otsuka Zai should quickly take Miss Gu back to the house! This king and the king of Yue will come to the mansion tomorrow to pay respects!"

Yu Wenming's long hair was as smooth as jade, tied up with a cyan ribbon, under the thick ink-like eyebrows, a handsome and elegant face was as warm as a spring breeze, and the scar and thin face at the corners of the eyes should have been a cold aura, but at this moment, it was slightly hooked, raised a gentle arc, and whispered to the girl who came to the girl: "Miss Gu, go in!"

Fu Liluo hid the discomfort at the bottom of his eyes, and tried his best to bow to him in a shallow tone: "King Dongyang is good to go!" He gathered the fine yarn on his sleeves, and lowered his eyes at the smiling King Yue: "King Yue is easy to go!"

"Farewell!"

King Yue turned around with his fists, the two turned over and got on their horses, and disappeared at the end of the deep alley...

Fu Liluo went in with the ancient money, and told everything about what happened today, and at the end of the day, a teardrop the size of a bean rolled down uncontrollably, crossing the white and tender face, with a trace of hot temperature.

Gu Qian took the hot tea handed over by Fu Liluo, sighed lightly, and said slowly: "Alas! It's all Aunt Yang's fate!" As if remembering something, Gu Qian put down the teacup, brushed a wisp of beard and raised his eyebrows: "How could you suddenly fall down?" Saying that, Mama Li, who was behind the carved screen, took a sip of tea: "Who prepared the carriage for the trip? Is there a good student to check before leaving? Could it be that the wheels were crushed by ice slag?"

The jade finger hidden in the sleeve moved slightly, Fu Liluo glanced at Mama Li with slanted eyes, raised his hand to wipe off the slippery cheeks, and cried with a crying voice: "The carriage was prepared by Yang Niangniang herself, and my daughter reminded Aunt Yang before moving forward, I said that the official road is full of ice crystal slag, and you need to wrap a layer of linen on the wheel, just in case..."

Before the words fell, Mama Li fell to the ground again and wiped her tears: "Yes! The old slave also heard the eldest lady admonishing Aunt Yang, but where did Aunt Yang listen! She just didn't want to do what the eldest lady said..."

Fu Liluo and Mama Li sang and harmonized, and they cooperated tightly!

Gu Qian sighed, and then went to the backyard where he was buried.

For a while, only Fu Liluo's master and servant and Mama Li were left in the entire flower hall of Nuoda, as well as a group of little maids guarding the edge of the roller blind.

"The old slave will send the eldest lady back to rest!"

Mama Li hooked down to help Fu Liluo, who looked tired, and when she saw her tears rolling out, she hurriedly took a brocade to wipe it: "Miss, don't blame yourself!

Fu Liluo stroked the tiredness on his eyebrows, and walked out with a blank expression...

As soon as she arrived at the warm pavilion in Yifeng Pavilion, Fu Li Luo sat on the soft table indifferently, looking at the delicate girl in the bronze mirror, she raised her hand to remove the bone hairpin on her head and threw it on the incense case, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and she muttered: "You have also seen it, I just followed her example, and made a few strokes on the wheel, I wanted her to fall hard, just teach her a lesson, I didn't want to kill her!"

Reaching out to wipe away the tears on the placket, Fu Liluo raised his hand and pulled the corner of Mama Li's clothes, and her eyes were red: "Mama, I didn't want to kill Aunt Yang, although I hated her villain for doing evil, I didn't want to kill her!"

Seeing Yang Suqin's remains shattered into rag bags, the devil knows how many times she retched!

Although they hated Yang Suqin's sinister villain, it was their unintentional mistake to kill her! They did not have a deep hatred, and Fu Liluo felt very uncomfortable for Yang Suqin's tragic death!

"Miss, I don't blame you!" Mama Li raised her hand to help Fu Liluo brush the messy hair on her cheeks, and suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, and her old face suddenly sank into the ground: "It's all the old slave who resents Aunt Yang, hides it from the eldest lady, and gives the coachman fifty taels of silver, let him..."

Fu Li Luo was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up, his face full of incredulity: "Could it be that Mama asked the coachman to do it on purpose?"

Mama Li frowned and was silent, her yellow eyes seemed to sink to the bottom, and she cried with tears on her face: "Miss, don't hide it, Cuiliu, who was killed by Yang Suqin's mother and daughter before, she is... It's the old slave's own daughter..."

Fu Liluo was taken aback, and hurriedly helped Mama Li up: "I've never heard you talk about it?"

"That's right, Gui Pozi is Cuiliu's adoptive mother, not biological. Mama Li raised her cloudy eyes and held Fu Liluo's hands: "The old slave had just gained a foothold in the mansion and didn't have much energy to take care of her, so she let her unsuccessful father take her..."

The more Fu Li Luo listened, the more confused she became, Cuiliu was killed that day, this Mama Li couldn't see a trace of grief and anger at all, could it be that Mama Li had just learned that Cuiliu was her own child?

"Didn't Mama just know that Cuiliu is your own child?" Fu Liluo supported his forehead with his armrests, looking at the glittering glass cup on the incense case, and a pair of beautiful eyes were like condensed amber under the bright reflection.

"The old slave also learned about it from Mrs. Gui not long ago. Mama Li was secretly sad, picked up a handkerchief and covered her eyes covered with red silk: "The old slave has been looking for my son for many years... Who knew that she was killed by Yang Suqin's mother and daughter under my nose..."

After saying that, Mama Li suddenly raised a mottled face, her face suddenly became hideous, and she smiled and pinched her waist against the green gauze screen: "That Yang Suqin is innocent of death! How did she not fall to her death... Hahahaha.."

Looking at Mama Li, who was almost crazy, Fu Liluo felt that her whole body was cold!

A gust of wind rushed in through the lattice of the window, and suddenly blew out the silver charcoal burning in the bronze.

The plain curtain fluttered in the wind, rolling up a gloomy chill, Fu Liluo covered his head with both hands, his body was lying on the soft quilt of Yunjin softly, a layer of mist gradually gushed out from the bottom of his eyes, and his apricot eyes were already swollen like a peach.

sent Mama Li away, and it has been nearly three watches.

Manluo came over with a worried face, took the boiling tea, and handed it to the person who was leaning on the big pillow in a trance: "Miss, this is soothing tea, drink it quickly!"

Fu Liluo stretched out his hand to take it, and smiled lightly: "You have a heart, go to sleep." ”

The effect of soothing tea is good, only smelling it for a while, Fu Liluo only felt a lot better, supporting his forehead with one hand, and holding an enamel bone china cup on the other, his whole body was lazy and casual.

"The slave and maid are not going anywhere, for fear that the young lady will have a nightmare, and the slave and the maid are here to guard the young lady. The mangrove's head shook like a rattle, and she stared at her young lady with wide clear eyes.

Thinking of Yang Suqin's soft and collapsed purple-black corpse, as well as the holes on her body full of holes, Manluo was horrified, and a small heart jumped to her throat in shock, although her own young lady looked calm and calm on her face, but she must have been shocked in her heart, after all, that scene was too shocking!