Chapter 558 The identity of the flower folded branch

At this time, Su Fu.

"Niang ......" looked at the woman in front of her who was watering the flowers and had an elegant temperament, Su Jin'er called lightly and walked over.

"I heard that the fourth miss killed the second miss, I wonder if Jin'er has heard of it?"

The fourth aunt's words made Su Jin'er's footsteps pause slightly, but she immediately returned to normal, and she lowered her eyes and replied: "It's spread in the house, Jin'er has heard about it." ”

The fourth aunt was silent for a long time, put down the kettle in her hand, and looked at her daughter with a somewhat complicated gaze.

After a few sighs, she looked at her daughter, and her voice was almost to herself: "For so many years, my mother has taught you martial arts, and I don't know if it's right or wrong?"

No matter how much blood she has stained on her hands, the fourth aunt always hopes that her daughter will not be like her, and the martial arts she was taught at the beginning was just to let her have the ability to protect herself in her in-law's family in the future.

"Mother......" Su Jin'er suddenly raised her head, her voice with a hint of sharpness, "Do you regret what happened back then?"

"I ......" the fourth aunt seemed to be asked, her eyes were heavy with a touch of pain, and her lips were slightly white, "If time were to do it all over again, my mother would still do it." ”

"In that case, so is my daughter......"

Hearing her words, the fourth aunt's heart was shocked, she opened her mouth, and finally swallowed what she wanted to say in her heart, but she spit out a sentence weakly, "That's it...... My mother is a little tired, you go back first!"

Jin'er's temperament is very similar to her, and I don't know if it's good or bad, on the contrary, Xuan'er seems to have changed as a different person recently, and she has become a lot more regular these days, and she has never been to the Qinglou and the gambling house again.

It's just that Xuan'er always mentions the fourth miss to her, and she still screams as a fourth sister, which is different from the previous attitude......

"Mother's mother has a good rest, and Jin'er retreats first. Su Jin'er took a deep look at her, turned her head and left.

Su Bangyue secretly followed Hua Zhizhi all the way down the passage, and after going down the steps, after seeing everything in front of her, a trace of amazement flashed in her eyes.

She thought it was just an ordinary basement, but she didn't expect that what appeared in front of her was an underground palace.

I saw that the underground palace was made of high-quality sandalwood as pillars, and the ground was covered with white jade, which seemed to be hewn with blue sky and warm jade.

The huge night pearls are the lights, and the pearls of the East China Sea are the curtains.

The blazing gold tent, with gold wire as the thread on the tent, the wind stirred, making the man in it feel like a dream, but Su Bangyue's eyes were only shock, anger, and distress.

"Ah Chen......" The flower broke the curtain and came to the man, and called softly.

"What are you doing again?" the handsome man in red frowned, and judging from his disgusted eyes, he seemed to be very unkind to the flowers and branches in front of him.

At this time, his hands were chained by the iron chain behind him, and the whole person was tied to a pillar on the side.

The black and vertical hair, the oblique and heroic sword eyebrows, and the angular outline are like an eagle in the dark night, even if they are trapped here, they still exude a strong force that dominates the world.

"Do you still refuse to forgive your mother......?

"Roll ......" Shen Chuchen became more and more impatient with the woman in front of him, as if he would dirty his eyes if he looked at it more.

Su Bangyue, who was hiding in the shadows and just wanted to come out to save people, had a trace of shock flashing in her eyes, as if she didn't expect that a woman who had died a long time ago was still alive.

Thinking of the poison on the body of the first dust, her eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of murderous intent, her fists clenched tightly, and her eyes looked coldly at the woman called Hua Zhizhi.