When Fu Liluo arrived at the cold ice building painted by Gu Yun, it was evening, the sky was dyed with blood red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds were scattered on the gray-black eaves, dim and bright, lonely and gloomy.

This is the first time she came to the cold ice building, what caught her eye was a desolate scene, a wry smile appeared on her lips, she actually went the wrong way, the gate of the cold ice building should be very close to her Yifeng Pavilion, but this full of withered yellow is obviously not the entrance of the gate, the cold wind came from all directions, the crow on the bare trunk flapped its wings, the crow's sound, flew over her head, integrated with the surrounding environment, even more weird, she wrapped her plain clothes, tugged on her skirt, and walked in with the corridor...

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of a woman's cry in the southeast corner, the voice was shrill but suppressed.

Fu Li Luo cat walked along the barren path, her shadow was reflected on the gray stone wall, it was very clear in this quiet autumn night, a wisp of green silk skimmed the tip of her delicate nose, she raised her white thin hand and quietly brushed it away, the weeds behind her were all so, she tightened Su Pa's eyebrows and looked back, except for the white reeds and dead grass, there was nothing, the powder was covered with fine sweat at some point, and the steps under Su Jin's feet were faster, but the sharp cry gradually weakened, Emei swept, and the plain hand holding the skirt was slippery。

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A dull pain came from his ankle, and his pretty face couldn't help but wrinkle slightly, and suddenly the crying not far in front of him stopped abruptly, accompanied by a rough voice.

"Who's there?

Fu Liluo's face was slightly stunned, and the fine sweat on Qiong's nose was like a crystal clear pearl of Qiong in the afterglow, only rolling off without a trace and sliding down. She moved lightly and half-crouched in the half-man-high reeds, biting her lip, her dark eyes staring at the front like a magnet, as if two people were leaning on the edge of the semicircular pavilion.

"Who's there?

The man came over, Fu Liluo pursed his cherry lips, tilted his head back, and walked the whole head into the white reeds, gently inhaling the mist, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to be soaked in water droplets, the water was translucent and sparkling.

Su Pa involuntarily tightened with his hands, half of his body leaned against the cold gray wall, the cold was biting, and his head couldn't help but show the scene of the snow that year, and for a while, the misty autumn water pupils became extremely cold.

Waiting for the step to get closer and closer, she could see the man's majestic reflection clearly.

The fair-skinned little face is smeared with a trace of coldness, the whole body is as cold as an ice cellar, and the slender five fingers are gradually tightened...

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With a meow, a black cat sprang away from the small hole beside her...

"Oh, it's a brute!

The rough sound came, accompanied by the man's heavy wheezing, the footsteps that had already reached his ears, turned around and walked back, Fu Liluo leaned on the white-gray wall, and leaned forward along the path under the wall, only to hear more and more clear voices.

"You little hoof, tell you not to cry and not to cry, do you have to lure people over before you stop?"

Fu Liluo stretched out his plain fingers, brushed aside the chaotic withered branches and leaves, and looked towards the dim pavilion, a thin woman sat on the bench with low eyebrows and lowered her head, because of her back, Fu Liluo couldn't see the woman's face clearly, judging from the general clothing, she was still young, standing in front of the thin woman was a strong woman with five big and three thick, Fu Liluo felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember, a dull pain in her forehead, she stroked her head with her light hand, opened her black eyes and continued to watch, only to see the woman's shoulders, trembling and trembling, the fat woman in front of her stretched out a finger and poked it。

"You're still crying, you, if it weren't for Kuroko liking you, I would have such good patience to talk to you?

The fat woman's words were rude, and then she pushed the woman hard.

"Godmother, I beg you, I don't want to marry Brother Heizi, please, I promise I won't say it, I must not say it, I just ask you not to let me marry Brother Heizi..."

Fu Liluo raised his white and tender jaw, and watched all the movements of the pavilion through the gaps in the branches.

Suddenly, half of the slender woman's body was beaten crooked, she leaned on the pavilion pillar with her thin body, her body trembled violently because of fear, like the white pear blossom that was fluttering in the wind and rain, crumbling.

The fat woman flicked her sleeves, raised her stout calf and kicked the woman again, the woman didn't shout, only cried silently and softly, like a kitten on that rainy night, angry like a gossamer, and the suppressed cry went up and down.

"Slut, my son is blessed to see you, if you dare to reveal the matter, your fate will be the same as Cuiliu's slut, hum..."

Fu Liluo's dark eyes felt that there was a fire bubbling out, and the slender Rouyi hated to break the branches in front of him, it turned out that the green willow was really as he guessed, it was not at all as Gu Yunhua said, it was the washing cloth that fell into the lake, and the green willow was simply harmed by the two people in front of her! Fu Liluo raised her eyes to look at the starry night sky, her cold brows frowned.

"Godmother, godmother, don't worry, I will never say it... Please don't kill me.."

The woman who was still half-lying on the bench before, in the blink of an eye, had fallen to the ground, only to see her mournful head, her thin hands like vines, holding the fat woman's knees and kneeling to beg for mercy, the voice was extremely miserable, the half-held bun, I don't know when all loosened, the black hair spread all over the cheeks, reflecting this cold and lonely night, it looked ghostly and desolate!

Fu Liluo's cold and clear eyes stared at the fat woman, she finally remembered, that figure, that voice, and the yellow mud on the shoes that night, who else was there besides Mrs. Chen beside Yang Suqin? Fu Liluo's curved lips were filled with a sneer, and her hands were clasped tightly, and she stared intently at the dim aperture, and the mottled dead branches greeted the faint light, reaching the edge of the orange pavilion eaves, like the skinny arms, as if trying to contain the woman's slender neck.

"Hmph, you're so self-conscious!"

The fat woman spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the spot, coughed twice, looked around vigilantly with cloudy eyes, and walked in the arch with her sleeves.

The woman raised her head and looked cautiously at the archway, until the fat woman disappeared without a trace, and then rubbed against the pillars, buried her mottled little face in her weak knees, and wept in grief, so that no one stood behind her noticed.

"What's the use of crying!"

The clear voice sounded, and the weeping and choked woman was startled, raised her chin, and leaned back with her thin body in her arms.

Fu Liluo stood with his chest crossed, his moist little face was full of lightness, and his clear eyes were even brighter and more transparent under the reflection of the night light, which made people dare not despise the blasphemy.

"Miss... You... Why are you here?"

The maid shrunk her thin body, got up slightly, and gave a salute to Fu Liluo, her tear-stained cheeks were full of sorrow, and her head was like a straw-like black silk, twisted into a ball and pasted on her face, in the cold night of late autumn, the thin silk skirt with a small hole was even more stained, it didn't look like the personal maid painted by Gu Yun, but more like a beggar, Fu Liluo remembered her, the night when Cuiliu lost water and fell into the lake, she was just like today, shaking her body and shrunk into a ball in the wing room of Gu Yunhua.

Fu Liluo looked at her with a look in his eyes, moved forward slightly, and took her hand: "I remember that your name is Xiao'e, right? I not only know that your name is Xiao'e, but I also know how Cuiliu died!" Fu Liluo leaned against the cold pillars and sat down, her beautiful cherry lips were shining with water, and she opened them one by one, and her face was light and bright.

The servant girl Xiao'e's body trembled more and more like a sieve, her cloudy eyes were full of horror, and she pulled Fu Liluo's hands in her skirt and trembled: "Miss, it's not about the slave and maid, the slave and maid really don't know anything, don't know anything!" poked the black silk and stuck to the corners of her bruised mouth, she didn't have time to go down, and knelt on the ground with a thud, pulling Fu Liluo's skirt with both hands, her head shook like a rattle, and her messy hair staggered in the cold wind, like a barren weed in the pavilion.

"Oh, I don't know, okay then! Originally, I saw that you were pitiful and wanted to save you, but I didn't expect you to be willing to die rather than be saved!" Fu Liluo pulled out the skirt on her hand, and her lips pursed slightly, "Then tonight's matter, I don't know!"

Xiao'e heard what she said behind her, and her face suddenly turned shocked.

Xiao'e, the handmaid with a pale face, hugged Fu Liluo's slender calf and burst into tears: "Miss, please, save the slave and maid! I don't want to die!" Xiao'e suddenly knocked to the ground, and suddenly her white forehead was bruised and swollen, and a big bag bulged.

"I really want to save you, but you have to tell me the truth you know, otherwise, you will have to wait to be killed in vain, and the end is probably better than that green willow... It's miserable.." Fu Liluo bent down to help her up, and took her cold hand to sit on the bench.

Xiao'e squirmed her dry lips, her eyes were hollow, and she hooked her thin body, like a rag doll, as if the wind was about to float up.

Her dark and big eyes, looking at the bright girl in front of her, saw that her white and delicate face was full of sincere concern and curiosity, and she couldn't help but have a heart that fell in her throat and hung down, and lowered her eyebrows and said: "Miss, Cuiliu really didn't kill me, it really has nothing to do with me!"

"I know it's not you, but you have to be 1510, tell me everything you know, I can show her snow for her, and save your life!"

Fu Liluo patiently persuaded her, and her clear eyes radiated light.

Xiao'e bit her lip tightly, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of her lip, like a cuckoo bird vomiting blood, her eyes filled with sadness and grief.

"Miss, the slave told you, the slave and maid all said, I just ask the eldest lady to save my life!"

Fu Liluo wrapped his cardigan tightly, and his pink little face was clear: "Say it! I will definitely save you." ”