The fan-shaped jasper pendant emitted a crystal bright cold glow under the reflection of the light, like a woman's resentful eyes.

Gu Qian stared at it a few times, and the small concave dot on the edge of the jade pendant was impressive, and there was a trace of melancholy on the tip of his frowning eyebrows: "This is made of jade, and the concave dot on this is knocked..."

Gu Qian doesn't remember Zhen's appearance very much, but she only remembers that she has a pair of good-looking eyes, speaks softly, and has a delicate temperament like a little finch.

I remember that she used to wear this fan-shaped jade pendant he gave every day... This jade pendant with a not good texture is very happy.

To be exact, it shouldn't be given to her, she asked for it herself.

That day, when he practiced the sword as usual, he accidentally dropped the jade hanging on his waist on the ground, although the jade was crystal through, but it was very easy to break, and that fell, he just knocked the arc-shaped blue edge, to a concave point, and he threw it on the case casually in displeasure..

Who knew that the cowardly woman cautiously asked him if he could give it to her!

Gu Qian closed his eyes, and the concave jade pendant reflected the sunlight so that he had nowhere to hide.

He was sorry for her after all.

Although the Zhen family was his concubine, he only raised her as an aunt for Shen Xingruo's sake.

The coarse grains of ancient money are embedded with calloused fingertips, rubbing the tea bowl, the gray face has a gloomy accumulation, the lips are moving, and the muttering is like a dream: "Aunt Zhen is a very good woman... I owe it to her.."

Gu Qian's fingers trembled slightly, his fingertips were slightly cold, his old face was red and white, and he raised his arm to pull the hand of the cowardly girl in front of him after holding back for a while, and carefully looked at the girl's eyebrows, the big almond-like eyes were embedded in the pointed face, and the charm was exactly the same as that woman.

"Your mother..."

Gu Qian opened his mouth with difficulty, and when he wanted to speak, he picked up the cup and poured a sip of wine.

"My mother died when I was six years old..."The delicate girl with a hooked waist and hanging back raised her tear-stained pretty face, her hands were clenched tightly, and her cherry-red lips were bitten out of a few holes, and the red blood flowed down her beautiful jaw, and then the voice like a yellow warbler crying blood sounded: "She was killed by Yang Suqin, I saw it with my own eyes, that day... That Yang Suqin took the pillow and covered her to death..."

The girl's flower-like face was shocked, Gu Xinyue suddenly held her head with her hands, as if recalling the terrifying picture, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sobbed with a sad face: "My mother's hand is so long... So long..."Gu Xinyue's eyes widened in horror, and she gestured with her hand to the appearance of the Zhen family when she was killed.

Everyone in the hall was horrified.

I thought that Zhen's family was really like Yang Suqin's confession, and he died of a blood collapse during childbirth....

I didn't expect everything to be Yang Suqin's conspiracy!

Before everyone could ease their thoughts, they heard Gu Xinyue's mournful cry again: "Then Yang Suqin imprisoned our mother and daughter in that dilapidated small attic for several years, and usually in addition to giving some leftover clothes, even if you are sick, you don't see a doctor..."

Gu Xinyue's long fingertips buckled into her palm, but she didn't feel pain, she only gritted her silver teeth and said with hatred: "That year, my mother had a high fever, and I ran to find a doctor, but I didn't want to be caught back by the little guy guarding the door, and his fist smashed on me like a stone..."

Reaching out to cover her tear-soaked little face, Gu Xinyue's body was crooked, and she fell to the ground...

Fortunately, Fu Liluo quickly helped her.

"Ahem... Cough... Ahem.."

Gu Qian clenched his hands into fists, slammed them heavily on the log case, coughed violently a few times, and his old face was flushed: "I didn't expect that Yang to be so ruthless, she.... How many unconscionable things has she done!" After that, he picked up a jade porcelain teacup on the case and threw it on the ground: "It's so hateful! Yang Suqin's woman is so vicious!"

The white porcelain dish hit the ground, and immediately quenched the porcelain slag, and the tea bowl was hit and flew up, gurgling around, and spilling tea foam on the ground.

Fu Li Luo stood under the curtain of the glass window, his face sinking like water, and nodded to Mama Li on the other side.

The two exchanged glances instantly.

"Sir.." Mama Li bowed forward abruptly, and stretched out her hand to support Gu Xinyue's unstable waist: "Master, the old slave remembers that Aunt Yang said that Aunt Zhen died of a blood collapse, and also said that her child died early soon after birth. ”

Picking up a handkerchief to wipe the slippery sideburns for Gu Xinyue, Mama Li bit the corner of her mouth tightly for a while, and said in a low voice: "In this way, everything is Aunt Yang's conspiracy, she threw the pregnant Aunt Zhen out of the house under the guise of her, and then arranged a bunch of lies to deceive the master..."

Mama Li's words raised the anger of Gu Qian even more.

As the head of the house, she still speaks with a lot of weight.

"Mama said very much"

Fu Li Luo walked over, his eyes full of grief and indignation: "Father, that Aunt Yang is really vicious!

Last time I was in the nunnery, I heard that Gu Xinyue said that Yang Suqin killed the Zhen family, but because Dou Xiaoyang was present, he didn't ask the bottom of it!

I didn't know that Yang Suqin was so vicious, and she could do it!

If there was a trace of guilt about Yang Suqin's death before, then now, the guilt that surged out has long been gone!

Gu Qian's expression became more and more cold, his eyes were filled with a terrible coldness, and his green glazed face was covered with a layer of ice, "The old lady still thinks that her filial piety can be framed! I also want her to be buried in Xishan Garden, I think that fern gate is very suitable for her!"

Fu Liluo tightened the brocade cloak inlaid with fox fur on his shoulders, squinted at the ancient money with anger on his face, and a trace of coldness suddenly welled up on his white face: "Xishan Garden is a blessed place in the mansion!

Fu Li Luo lifted his jade-colored eyelids, looked out of the court, the sky that was still warm and sunny before, but now it has become gloomy and cold, the cold plum blossoms blooming on the branches in the hall, I don't know when they drooped the delicate flower bones, wilting and hanging on the branches, as if the flower dew was drained by the wind, showing a bit of defeat and desolation!

Mama Li on the side leaned over to pick up the slag on the ground, took the kettle at the bottom of the copper orchid, poured a teacup of hot tea for Gu Qian, and hung her waist in one place, lifted her eyelids and whispered: "The old slave has a saying, I don't know whether to say it or not..."

Li Luo's white pear blossom-like delicate face swept up slightly, glanced at Gu Qian with a gloomy face, and pulled Gu Xinyue to sit on the soft couch of white felt: "Mama, you are the principal of the house, and there is no one else here, please tell me if you have anything to say!"

Mama Li was busy with her chin blessed, looked at the crooked ancient money on the soft chair, and said: "Aunt Yang's past behavior is really despicable. ”

Although the fern gate is located in a desolate location, it is also a decent Beiyi civilians who are buried, how can the broken pawns be qualified to enter there, according to the customs of Beiyi, the bad people who damaged Yin virtue before their lives are probably just thrown to the slope of the heart cliff, and the thing is over!

Gu Qian frowned tightly, staring at the white boiling tea in front of him in a daze, the tea gas was swirling with white mist, he only felt a throbbing pain in his forehead, and his body was cold, as if he was in an ice cave.

"If you can't enter the Fern Gate, there will only be Poxin Cliff!" Fu Li Luo Furong had a few traces of ridicule on her face, a sneer on her lips, and she inadvertently brushed the broken hair on her sideburns.

Looking at the Gu Qian's trance-like face, Fu Li Luo sighed, stroked Gu Xinyue's plain hand and whispered: "My sister is really miserable, my mother was murdered by Aunt Yang so much, and the sister who was harmed lived alone in that nunnery!" Touching the thin cocoon on Gu Xinyue's palm, Fu Liluo cried in distress: "Sister, how did the cocoon on this hand come from?"

Gu Xinyue's big tears rolled down from her white sideburns: "My sister doesn't know, after my mother was killed by Yang Suqin, she sent me to the nunnery, if Mama Wei didn't go to bring me food in time, I would go into the mountains to find some wild fruits to satisfy my hunger, and it is common to be scratched by thorns..."

The shadow cast by the glass window is on the side face of Gu Xinyue's white glaze, and the pale and delicate body bones are like spring flowers swaying in the wind and rain.

"Won't the nunnery give you food?"

Gu Qian lifted his black face with a look of disbelief.

"Don't give. Gu Xinyue's crying face tightened slightly, and she put a handkerchief on the tip of her red nose, and sobbed: "Yang Suqin, she bought two nuns to take care of me, and not only did she not give me food, but she also had to go up the mountain to collect firewood every day." ”

Gu Xinyue said and pulled up the sleeves of the light gauze, revealing a scarred arm, pointing to the deep and shallow scars on it, and crying: "These are all beaten by those nizi, sometimes I am so hungry that I can't get out of bed, they whip me fiercely..."

Ring his hands around his weak delicate body, Gu Xinyue's thin shoulders trembled, and the terrible cry seemed to crush Gu Qian's internal organs.

Although he has a weak relationship with the Zhen family, this Gu Xinyue is his own daughter, so Yang Suqin actually abused her as a weak woman!

"Father, you have to be the master of Sister Xinyue!"

A trace of resentment flashed on Fu Liluo's snow-like face, and a pair of sulfur eyes suddenly sank a little: "That Xishan Garden is a place where the ancestors are shaded! Aunt Yang is insidious and cunning, don't let her spoil the feng shui of the ancestors!"

Gu Qian had a pair of scarlet eyes, lowered his head and pondered, only raised his hand and clenched his fist and hung down on the round case.

On the big felt in the center of the flower hall, the silver wire charcoal in the four-legged brass crackled, and everyone was silent with a condensed face...

Suddenly, the bead curtain behind the small ring door on the right side was suddenly opened.

A figure stumbled over...

"Father...", a sharp voice struck, and Gu Yunhua, who was dressed in plain clothes, was unkempt and prostrate in front of Gu Qian.

Gu Yun's beautiful eyes seemed to have been invaded with venom, he stared at Fu Liluo and Gu Xinyue, and cried again: "Father, don't listen to slander and put my mother into that unbearable place!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Gu Xinyue, his eyes were like quenched ice and snow: "The wild girl who came from nowhere!

Gu Yunhua's voice did not fall, only a "pop" was heard

The angry Gu Qian jumped up like an angry lion, pointed at Gu Yun's nose like thunder, and scolded: "Get out... Get out of here..."

Gu Yunhua covered half of his face sadly, stared at Fu Liluo with an indifferent face and Gu Xinyue with a pale face, looked at it for a while, chopped his feet, and slowly walked forward...

Suddenly, she sneered, quickly picked up the white copper teapot on the incense table, and threw it towards Gu Xinyue, who was sitting in the corner of the soft couch.

Seeing the figure moving, Fu Liluo was as fast as a tiger descending the mountain, pulling Gu Xinyue to hide towards the carved screen, covering his face with plain sleeves, and tearing over the four-pillar curtain next to the soft couch by the way...

I only heard a scream...

Gu Yunhua's hands were red on her face, rolling and moaning all over the ground, and the four-pillar curtain that was more than a foot high and originally stood next to the soft couch was pressed on her delicate body....