Early the next morning, I didn't go to the Li family's courtyard to ask for peace, but took the Qian family directly to the Wulanala family's courtyard.

When she walked into the courtyard, Qian was still apprehensive about what the Ulanala clan had done to her on the day she first entered the mansion, and asked worriedly: "Sister, will Fujin be angry when he sees me, and will he lock us up again?"

I smiled lightly and said indifferently: "Since I dare to bring you here, I naturally have my way." Since he has already offended Fang Fujin, he is not afraid of offending again. ”

Qian nodded ignorantly, she probably didn't understand what I meant, but she seemed to be a lot calmer.

The guard at the door was the close attendant of the Wulanala clan, he looked at me and the Qian clan, his expression was a little solemn, but he said politely: "The master of Fujin is not very good today, it is inconvenient to meet guests, please go back to the two Gege......"

I had expected to be stopped, so I took a step closer and said to him: "We don't have to go in, but we must bother Gonggong Lao to pass a message to the master of Fujin, just say that this side Fujin summoned the Geges in the mansion to her to ask for peace." Could it be that the master of Fujin is willing to watch the person who killed the little brother so arrogant but stand by and watch?"

When the waiter heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he said, "Gege, please wait a moment", and turned around and entered the house.

Not long after, the chamberlain came out and said that the Ulanala clan had let us in. I reached out and shook Qian's hand to tell her not to be afraid. Then he led her and followed the chamberlain in.

Ulanala leaned on the couch, his face was pale, his shape was like a withered tree, and his complexion was very bad, but in just a few days, he had become haggard and emaciated, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years at once.

When she saw me come in with Qian, she sat up like an electric shock, slammed the teacup on the table to the ground, pointed at Qian with a trembling finger, looked at me and said, "What are you doing with her, do you still think she didn't hurt me badly enough?" Get out, get out of here. ”

Qian was so frightened by the appearance and anger of the Wulanala clan that he knelt down on his knees, and he didn't dare to lie on the ground, biting his lip to hold back his tears.

I knelt down, bowed my head, and then said with my eyes in my eyes: "The master of Fujin is to blame the wrong person this time, Qian Gege's eight-character slave has been taken out and calculated, and it is a rich and noble character of IKEA." In fact, there are other people who killed the little brother, but the person who killed the little brother was too angry, and even the person who killed the little brother was too angry, and even the money was involved. “

Speaking of this, I leaned over and bowed again, and said in a resolute tone: "The slave led the Qian family to the master of Fujin here today, because he wanted to come to the master of Fujin to say goodbye to him before he was sent down, so that it can be regarded as the master's grace and care for the slave in the past." Please take care of yourself well, don't let people fulfill their wishes. ”

After saying these words, I pulled Qian to get up and walked out without looking back. When he was about to reach the door, he heard the voice of the Ulanala clan: "Wait, what do you mean when you say that someone else killed my son?"

The Ulanala clan's inquiry was exactly what I wanted, and the high hanging heart was immediately relaxed, and the Qian clan walked back to him. "On February 13, it snowed heavily, and after a month, the hungry people entered Beijing, and after a hundred days, the little brother began to fall ill. The master of Fujin is a person who understands, do you know what the slave means?"

I didn't say exactly who the person who killed Honghui was, but I just reported a few days. Then he said: "Little brother is gone, who does the master of Fujin think will be the happiest? The master of Fujin should know that the slave is straightforward, and he has always been a little admitted, and bluntly said that the slave and the master of Fujin have also had discord, but in the heart of the slave, the master is the master, and this identity rule cannot be broken there." Therefore, the minions and Qian Gege are willing to disobey the order and are unwilling to submit, if the master of Fujin is unwilling to come out to be the master, then the minions can only keep this rule for the master of Fujin and wait to be sent down. “

People sometimes want to hold on when they are desperate, and they can only survive by relying on unwillingness and hatred. In this mansion, the Wulanala clan is actually a poor woman, she can't get Yinzhen's favor, and she only has Honghui as her only support. But now that she is not loved by her husband, and the child is gone, this is almost a catastrophe for a woman, and it can be said that she has no love.

Originally, I didn't need to care about the life or death of this woman, but whether it was out of self-preservation, or pity for this woman herself, and also to pave the way for the future, I decided to gamble on it. I must win over and use this woman with the highest power in the inner house to protect myself and the Qian family.

Ulanala fell silent after listening to my words, staring at me with cold, lifeless eyes, as if trying to see something in me. After a long time, she lowered her eyes and said, "I'm tired, the child is gone, and I can't fight with her anymore, so she can take it if she wants." “

My heart tightened, and I wanted to say that this woman didn't want to avenge her son, or that she felt that even if she took revenge, it would be in vain to fight without children......

Guessing her thoughts, I said in a shallow voice: "Fujin is in its prime, the child can be reborn if it is gone, even if it is not easy to be born, you are the head of the house, the children born and raised by the concubines in the house choose a reliable one to hold to the side to raise, find a cronies to serve the master, and there is no need to give any name, if you give birth to an heir in the future, put it by your side to raise, it is also close......"

Ulanala didn't seem to be impressed by that, but I saw a glimmer of life in her eyes. "It's hard for you to have this heart. In fact, if I had listened to you that day, Honghui might not have ......" Wulanala's tone softened significantly, and when he said Honghui, his eyes moistened again, and he choked up, and continued: "That's it, you did the right thing today, but there are some things that I have to think about again......"

After saying this, let us retreat first. I knew that although she never let go, but seeing her softened attitude, I knew that the goal had been achieved, and I didn't persuade anymore, led the Qian family to kowtow goodbye, and leave.

Walking out of the courtyard of the Ulanala clan and looking at the clear blue sky, I suddenly felt much older in my heart. When did you start to change? I used to be only passive on defense, but now I have started to take the initiative to attack. I don't know how long I can keep the original intention I have always wanted to keep. Maybe it's been since I experienced the Song framing incident that I've seen a lot through it - in this gorgeous cage, it's not that there is no indisputability. There are only the dead who are not fighting, and what I am fighting for is not favor and status, but a share of Qingning. It's just that this Qingning is not what I thought at the beginning and I can get without fighting, and now if I want to live, I can only try my best to get it all the time.

Qian let out a sigh of relief and said, "Sister really has a way, but she actually led the trouble to the east and forcibly led me to the ...... for the crime of killing the little brother."

I raised my hand to stop her words and whispered a reminder: "The wall has ears, and it is good to understand some things." “

Qian was silent, nodded and smiled and said no more, and followed me back to the courtyard. (To be continued.) )