Lin Yiren looked at the pale Yanxu, and suddenly felt a little unbearable in his heart, the grievances of the previous generation fell on Yanxu and Gu Xiaofan for no reason, Gu Xiaofan obviously didn't know anything about it, and he lived in contradictions and pain, and suffered a lot. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Ke Lin Yi knows that he must not miss today's opportunity, because right now, it is likely to be the only time when Yan Xu is weak in front of him in this life.

"Who is Ye Fusheng Xiao Fan?" said Lin Yi.

Ye Fusheng didn't recognize Gu Xiaofan, his purpose of seizing Gu Mo Xuantie would never be as he said, it was to save Gu Xiaofan's life. However, why did he look at Gu Xiaofan differently?

Yan Xu's expression was gloomy and silent.

Lin Yiren frowned, "Since the prince has joined forces with the palace of the king, when he knows that the king has no ill will towards the prince and the little fan, why can't he be honest with each other and tell the truth?"

"Tell me the truth?" Yan Xu sneered, "What if the prince knows the truth? Do you plan to join forces with Ji to get rid of Ye Fusheng?"

"Ye Fusheng is the prince's personal vendetta, and the Wangfu will not interfere," Lin Yiren said with a straight face, "But this king doesn't care about Gu Mo Xuantie's relationship with the country and the country, and involves the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and he also promised to help the prince to treat the little fan with bone fairy grass, could it be that even learning the truth makes the prince feel so embarrassed?"

In the cabin, there was silence for a long time, and Yanxu finally sighed, no matter what, in the matter of treating the small fan, Lin Yiren always stood in the same camp with him.

"Extremely tough bell rope...... It was originally a blade used by the little fan mother. Yanxu said slowly.

Lin Yiren was secretly startled, and suddenly recalled that when he was in Muhai Pavilion of Xiangxue Villa, Gu Xiaofan had fought with Xie Yucuri, the owner of Zhileng Building, at that time, Yan Xiru, the owner of Lingshui Villa, was holding a tenacious bell rope because Gu Xiaofan was holding a tenacious bell rope, thinking that she must be related to Ye Fusheng, so he and Xie Yulian went one after the other, blocking Gu Xiaofan's way.

If it is said that Ye Fusheng in the Promise Garden disregarded his own safety and stopped the fatal blow for Xiao Fan, just because Gu Xiaofan was holding a tenacious bell rope, then what is the relationship between Ye Fusheng and Xiao Fan's mother?

"Who is Xiao Fan's mother?" Lin Yiren pressed forward step by step.

"An Caiyi. With heavy steps, he walked out of the cabin.

Lin Yiren was stunned...... An Caiyi, the only female disciple of Jing Cangtan, the master of the front door of Yilanmen, and the younger sister of Yan Zhiyang and Lu Yunxun, died sixteen years ago when Ye Fusheng was bloodbathing in Tiandu Peak.

"Little Fan......" Lin Yiren's mind floated with a thought that even he felt surprised, "Who is the father of Little Fan?"

"Xiao Fan's father ......" smiled dismally, and walked out of the cabin, like a sad song, falling flowers in the spring twilight, sad and sad, lonely and sad.

The Lin people understood everything in an instant.

Between Yanxu and Gu Xiaofan, there is no more than the barrier of the cape, the world, thousands of rivers and mountains. Over the years, his pain has been crushed, crushed, and turned into drops of blood, soaking every pore and melting into the bones of his limbs. He hates, but he knows that when the hatred is released, he is destined to lose the person he loves the most, he loves, but he doesn't know when that love will turn into a snow blade, and he and her, with blood on their bones, will be completely crushed.

Sixteen years ago, Ye Fusheng washed Tiandu Peak in blood; twelve years ago, Ye Fusheng burned down the Imperial Palace of Yanyue Kingdom; eight years ago, Ye Fusheng killed Yan Zhiyang; all of these points to the same thing, Ye Fusheng and Yan Xu have different hatreds for the sky. However, Ye Fusheng and An Caiyi are both mandarin couples, but why do they want to go to Tiandu Peak to wash blood? Yan Zhiyang does not want to avenge his master, why do they take Yan Xu and Gu Xiaofan away from the rivers and lakes and hide among the people? Why did Ji Lanxian abandon her husband and children and return to the Glaive Kingdom alone? When did Ye Fusheng still want to put his words and Yang to death after eight years?

A series of questions swirled back and forth in Lin Yiren's mind, like a rolling torrent, turbulent waves, and surging.

Lin Yiren's heart suddenly froze, and the source of everything came from sixteen years ago. That year, Gu Xiaofan fell to the ground with cold poison; that year, Gu Xiaofan's mother died; that year, Gu Xiaofan's father washed Yilanmen in blood; that year, Gu Xiaofan's adoptive father took her and Yanxu and left Tiandu Peak.

Gu Xiaofan is only two years older than Lin Yinyin, but her road is a hundred times more difficult than Lin Yinyin, and all this is not her fault, she is just ignorant, instinctively longing for that warmth. But after all, the beauty of the world is like floating clouds, fleeting in a blink of an eye, this little girl whose life and death are uncertain, the road ahead is boundless, her mother died early, and she was forgotten by her father, how long can she laugh in the crook of Yanxu's arms? Yanxu's compromise and love today, for Gu Xiaofan, is it right or wrong? Is it good or bad?

The night is low, the smoke cage is light, the cold moon is in the sky, the stars are as light as silver, and the words stand on the bow of the boat, like a shadow standing alone in this vast world.

That year, covered in silver, snowy all over the sky, red plums blooming, Yin Yin was like blood, and my father died under the sword of fame that moved the world.

"Ah Xu," before he died, his father's bloodstained hand clutched him tightly, "don't ...... Tell the little fan ......"

His eyes closed in pain...... The blood that can't be wiped away will forever separate itself from the small fan, and the once nostalgic warmth is now only left in ruins and heavy rain.

Over the years, Xiao Fan has forgotten everything, just like forgetting the cats, dogs, chickens, and ducklings she raised in Lingguan Town, and forgetting the peach pits she planted in the crockpot, she only remembers the good past, but she doesn't remember at all, in that snowy afternoon, it was she who brought an arrogant and unruly figure to Yanxu and her father.

At that time, Xiao Fan raised his head and smiled, and said to his father, "Daddy, this uncle gave me a bowl of braised pork, and he said that he would also invite you and Ah Xu to eat." ”

Yan Xu sensed the coldness of the comer, and also noticed the stiffness of his father. His father opened the small fan, and Yan Xu had never seen him so depressed and uneasy with his proud bones.

"Spare the two children. Father said gloomily.

The person who came did not speak, only raised his sword coldly, the compelling aura was so domineering, domineering and ruthless, his words were terrified, and he stretched out his arms to block his father.

The father said, "Little fan...... It's you with the children of the colorful clothes. ”

Yan Xu looked back in shock.

In just a moment, the cold glow reflected in the snow light was like a hideous ghost, entangled his father. Yan Xu has never seen such a fierce confrontation, swords and swords, as fierce as thunder, stormy waves, and endless.

However, from the very beginning, my father had no fighting spirit.

The pinnacle duel, shaking the heavens and the earth, missing a millimeter, and being wrong for a thousand miles, Yan Xu watched the sharp blade penetrate his father's chest, and watched his father fall down.

Yan Xu felt that the blood in his whole body poured into his eyes, and he rushed forward like crazy, vowing to tear the demon to pieces, but he was easily knocked down again and again, and he had no power to fight back.

"Ah Xu......" his father fell to the ground and called out to him weakly.

Yanxu stumbled over, not knowing how to stop the blood gushing from his father's body.

"Ah Xu," his father's bloodstained hand clasped him tightly, "don't ...... Tell the little fan ......"

After a long time, the snow had stopped, and Yanxu realized that this was his father's last words.

Don't tell Xiao Fan that she brought the enemy to the house where they are hiding, don't tell Xiao Fan that the person who killed Daddy is her biological father, don't tell Xiao Fan that her biological father doesn't believe that there is a woman in this world at all, and don't tell Xiao Fan that he already knows all this.

It's just that in the previous retrospective, Yanxu had already seen a skirt behind the corner...... Gu Xiaofan witnessed the whole truth with his own eyes.

"Small fan...... It's you with the children of the colorful clothes. ”

Yanxu will always remember the loneliness of the black clouds in his eyes when he left. Later, he learned that the person's name was Ye Fusheng.