Mengzhu tilted his head inward, holding back his tears from flowing.

"Sister Meng, you go to pick up Ji Qing, you can see your mother-in-law's dowry maid Xu Ma in Shi Zhibang's old mansion?"

"Mother Xu, no, how could I meet her there?" Mengzhu turned his head, and when he saw that Yilin's expression was different, a feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, did it happen?"

"Mother Xu, she died in Shi Zhibang's old mansion, on that day, the night you went to pick up Ji Qing. ”

Mengzhu was stunned, Mother Xu died? On that day, she happened to die there? Then she would be the first object of suspicion, except for Qinglian, no one could prove her innocence, I was afraid that she would be speechless.

I thought it was just because I wanted to let Ji Qing go and make him angry, but now it seems that he suspects that she killed Xu's mother, how can he not suspect it? She is the most justified to kill Xu's mother, Xu's mother found out that she went to see Ji Qing and quietly followed her, she was afraid that she would denounce her, so she killed her.

No wonder he was so ruthless, she lost their child, he didn't even look at her, left her alone in this horrible hospital, facing the snow-white walls, snow-white sheets... Faced with everything pale, including his feelings for her?

"Brother, I want to see him, you let me see him, brother!"

Li Yilin looked at his sister's helpless and sad expression, and felt that he was so useless for the second time, the first time, he saw his father being taken away by officers and soldiers but was powerless to stop it, and now, seeing his sister so helpless and powerless, he lowered his head in despair and clenched his hands into fists.

Mengzhu didn't know that things were far from being as simple as she imagined. What Situ Xiao saw at the scene, Xu's mother's death and the blood-written silk scarf on her body were like an invisible net, covering Situ Xiao breathlessly. The mistakes of Doublelin's first battle and the resistance of the veterans in the army to Doublelin made the Yujun have a long way to go, and Situ Xiao is even more anxious.

Si Ying persuaded the excited Mengzhu, and Mengzhu kept saying: "Brother, Siying, I didn't kill Mother Xu, I didn't feel sorry for Mu Xuan, Ji Qing and I are innocent, you have to believe me!"

Yilin was originally an iron-clad man, and when he saw his sister's complaining expression, he couldn't help but moisten his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Sister Meng, we believe, we believe!"

Si Ying also said: "Mengzhu, how can we doubt you, it's just a young marshal... Do you have any way to convince the young marshal?"

"Si Ying!" Yi Lin stopped Si Ying and persuaded Meng Zhu: "Sister Meng, the truth will always be revealed, Mu Xuan is not a foolish person." ”

As the days passed, the sparse fallen leaves outside the window were almost gone, even if the cold wind blew, the sound of dead leaves could not be heard, and the grass was even more withered and yellow, and the whole world seemed to be lifeless.

Situ Xiao seemed to have disappeared from her life, and more than half a month had passed, and Mengzhu had not seen any trace of him.

Mengzhu struggled to get out of bed, and Yilin told her that Situ Xiao would come to pick her up from the hospital, she was going to be discharged, she was going to see him!

The doctor did not agree with her discharge, thinking that her injuries still needed to be recuperated, but she insisted and repeatedly promised that she would recuperate well after being discharged, and she was about to kneel down and beg the doctor for mercy, the doctor shook his head, helpless, the first time she saw such a stubborn patient.

She asked the nurse in the hospital to call Situ Xiao, changed her clothes early in the morning, leaned on the head of the bed, waited for him to pick her up, and went home, she had a lot to say, telling her that what he saw was just a misunderstanding, telling him that she was just going to send Ji Qing away, telling him that she didn't kill Xu's mother, telling him how much she felt sorry for their child, telling him how much her heart hurt if he didn't come to see her, and that the days of more than half a month were longer than half a century;

Now he was standing in front of her, although he looked a little tired, but he was still so handsome and martial, but his face was cold and handsome, and even his eyes were so cold that there was no trace of temperature, like a snowfield in the North Pole, although he was also facing her, but the cold light spread out, and he looked at her intently.

She couldn't help but stare at him, staring at his cold and handsome face, cold eyes, very familiar and very unfamiliar, just more than half a month, as if separated by centuries, the distance between her and him suddenly became so distant, the previous love was like a dream, only to wake up and find that she was facing a strange and cold face.

swallowed the words in her stomach, she sat up slowly, he looked sideways slightly, Ruan Jingyuan called out "Young lady", the guards stepped forward to take something, Yulian supported her, she wanted to ask him Qinglian, but she still swallowed it, just watched the guards go out with things, he slowly turned around, and strode out of the ward, neither of them spoke, like a routine robot, according to the normal program of mechanical movement.

The wind outside is whistling and transmitting cold air, like walking on the snowfield of the Arctic, stepping on the cold ice and snow with every step, and the cold air soaks the whole person in the ice and snow, and even his thinking is stiff.

Ruan Jingyuan opened the car door, he got into the car with her, he sat next to her, she felt the familiar smell of him, but the smell of cigars was stronger, she looked at him sideways, his face was slightly facing the window, his face was a little thin, and his beard was cleanly shaved.

She shuddered in her heart, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in his arms, and greedily breathed in his familiar breath.

Situ Xiao's heart was pounding, he thought that his anger and resentment against her could control his thoughts about her for more than half a month, but when he faced her sad and thin face, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and he felt a faint pain.

Now she leaned on his body like this, the fragrance between her hair and the faint body fragrance curled into his nose like light smoke, he stretched out his hand, wanting to hug her tightly, but the scene that night appeared in his mind, Zheng Jiqing hugged her waist, she held Zheng Jiqing's arms with both hands, her face was about to stick together, such intimacy!

He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand and turned his face away, not smelling the seductive scent of her.

But she hugged him tighter, buried her face deep in his chest, heard his pounding heart, and sobbed quietly, her shoulders trembled gently with the sobs, as if she had been wronged.

His heart hurt again, he wanted to sniff her black hair, hug her tightly, kiss her emaciated face, he struggled fiercely, and finally relentlessly, or tried to restrain himself, not to touch her, not to look at her, not to pay attention to her, as if it was a bronze statue, no feeling, no temperature, let her lie in his chest and weep, but in his heart he was willing to go on forever, let her hold like this forever.