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When Chu Meng learned the news, the tears immediately welled up, accompanied by astonishment, accompanied by dazedness, and bounced up from the bed.

Fu Xuan didn't know why, so he had to take her in his arms and comfort her, although he knew that Chu Meng and Yun Cheng had a good relationship, but Yun Cheng was only missing, maybe he didn't know where he was playing, so he just said it casually, and the guards of Wuyi Lane all went out to find her, and Fang Xun lost his personal maid, and he seemed to be more anxious than usual when he was always cynical.

"Don't be sad, you'll find it, maybe it's greedy to go outside to have fun......" Seeing the first dream and tears, Fu Xuan was completely confused, and he couldn't speak, "Yuncheng's girl is clever and smart, she shouldn't be in danger." ”

"Are there any clues in Wuyi Alley?"

"Only...... In the garden, I found Yuncheng's purse...... I have seen it to Fang Xun, it is Yuncheng's personal object. ”

"Garden ......"

But Chu Meng has already seen through this matter, and disappeared at this time, one of them is accidental, and she still has the only glimmer of hope in her heart, but as soon as the purse in the garden comes out, the last glimmer of hope will die like a lamp running out of oil. Remorse has come to her like a city covered by black water, drowning her and making her breathless.

"That's right, together with the purse to find, there is also a silk handkerchief, embroidered with dream sand and a 'dream' word, Wuyi Lane in the name of the word 'dream' is the only one, but you are in a coma in bed, only to get rid of the suspicion, and later by Fang Xun identified, this is Yuncheng originally wanted to embroider to send you a silk handkerchief. ”

Fu Xuan said and took out the silk handkerchief from his arms, the first dream trembled and reached out to touch, the silk handkerchief was as light and soft as when Yun Cheng helped her wipe her tears, although the sand flower case in the dream above could not be called good, but it was extremely attentive, and the stitches and threads were meticulously embroidered. In the first dream, it was hard to imagine how a woman with a big mind like Yun Cheng could embroider this silk handkerchief for her with a candle in the dim and hazy light, and close the end of the thread with her indexterous fingers.

Her tears were like a tsunami landslide, unable to be suppressed any longer, pouring down.

"Yuncheng—I hurt you—"

Fu Xuan looked at her suspiciously, who was almost broken.

"Fu Xuan...... Listen to me...... This was not an accident, but a mistake I made. Chu Meng cried like a complaint, and told Fu Xuan about the incident, Fu Xuan was quite shocked when he heard it, and he couldn't speak for a long time, after all, Peach Branch was growing up since he was a child, and she hurt Chu Meng a few times ago, Fu Xuan thought that she had replaced her position because of jealousy and hatred of Chu Meng, but she could kill people with her own hands, Fu Xuan frowned deeply, and still didn't want to believe it.

"You asked the guards to focus on the way from the eldest son's house to the Xiang Yuan, to find the secluded places, the garden paths, if Taozhi really kills Yuncheng, he shouldn't hide the body too far......" But she was shocked again, if Taozhi informed Wei Zhen or Huan Jie of this, Li Yingwai transported Yun Cheng out, "Then pay attention to the carriages or trucks that have entered and exited the mansion recently!"

Fu Xuan replied "yes", and went out to order, and when he was young, he turned back and came back, dragged over with a very heavy step, entered the bedroom, and closed the door, sad and sad.

Seeing his frozen face in the first dream, she had already guessed the result, and she looked at Fu Xuan in a daze, trying to get some negative answers from his eyes.

After a long time, she bowed her head and said, "It's okay, you can say it, I can stand it." ”

"People have found ......" Fu Xuan opened his trembling lips and teeth, and his heart was terrified, "in the abandoned well of the ancient wood garden in the garden. ”

The first dream was like a shocking thunderbolt, almost fainted again, her body was obviously unable to support it, her arms were weak, and she fell to the ground, Fu Xuan rushed forward to hold her, and held her in tears in her arms.

"It's okay, just cry, cry, cry better. Fu Xuan's eyes were also red, "Thousands of grievances are all against me, if my aunt comes to invite me, I will refuse her with a heart, and I will never give Yun Cheng a life in vain." ”

"Why am I like this...... Stupid...... Yun Cheng has such a temperament...... How could I tell her about this......" Chu Meng's eyes suddenly widened, "Murderer, is there an investigation?"

Fu Xuan shook his head: "Yun Cheng obviously has no scars on his body, and he has been soaked in the water for a long time, and the exact cause of death cannot be detected for the time being, and it is probably judged that the ground slipped after the rain, and he fell into the well, and the woman's footprints were found on the moss next to the waste well, which were similar in size to Yun Cheng's shoes......

"Where's the cup?"

"There was no cup ...... beside her."

Gradually, the first dream cried, turned into a bitter smile, the smile was like a grievance, like a sigh of hatred, and gradually turned into laughter, she didn't care about it, just howled in Fu Xuan's arms. The heart-rending sound resounded throughout the bedroom, if the people outside the house heard it, they heard it, and at this time, they saw the people who were thinking of their hearts parting step by step, even if they tried to stretch out their hands, but they could not be retained, and the person was gone because of her, powerlessness and helplessness, resentment and melancholy, like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

A wind came from the window lattice, gently blowing the silk handkerchief embroidered by Yuncheng, and the stamens of the sand in the dream were small and very vibrant, and the light was shrouded in a faint light, like a big grin of Yuncheng.

Women may be born like peonies, graceful all their lives, or like lotus flowers, with noble appearance, but more are ordinary women who are as small and full of vitality as Yuncheng, living in their own small world, without great ambitions, but at ease and happy, they will dance because of a few mouthfuls of delicious pastries, and they will cry sadly because of their friends' illnesses.

But things are people, not everything.

Chu Meng didn't understand why she was so young, why she always had to go through all kinds of earthly troubles, and take away the people close to her and the intimate realm from her life force one by one. But whenever there is a trace of stability, fate always pushes her to the cusp, allowing her thin body to suffer from the wind and rain in the wind and have nowhere to hide.

She's only twenty years old, but she's already died once.

She thought to herself that she might as well go by herself.

She had nothing to fear.

Chu Meng held the silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, trembling with his heart, and the tears continued to drip silently on the back of his hand, sliding down one after another.

Fu Xuan was distressed, gently held her trembling hand, and said softly: "There is me, there is me." ”

But the feeling of heartache is unbearable for no one else.

I know you, but Yuncheng can't die in vain like this, she has a good life, and the delicious pastries that have not been eaten are piled up in her life, but these words, the first dream has not been spoken.

"Fu Xuan. Raising his eyes, the pair of apricot blossom eyes that used to be as good as water have been dyed with wind and frost in an instant, "Where is Yuncheng where she settles? I, the first dream, am waking up!"