"What's wrong with you, so pale?"

Zhao Liangyi glanced back at her, but saw her little face as white as paper, her eyes flashed with complex emotions, he couldn't say it, there was disbelief, shock, fear, and pain...... It's like, like suddenly seeing another version of yourself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yun Tianhua's head jumped suddenly, revisiting this old place exactly the same as his previous life, and the past reappeared one by one.

They worship here and live here...... He taught her to play chess, and they read and painted together...... She tied his hair, and he drew her eyebrows...... Here they quarrel and then ......

Also this place, four people that day. Wang Zhao pointed to her nose and scolded her as a slut, saying that she was the wife of Zhao Liangyi who was marrying three books and six ceremonies and welcomed into the mansion.

She questioned Zhao Liangyi, but he acquiesced.

Duanmu Ling stood under the window, watching coldly and disdainfully.

Then she didn't take a breath and vomited blood and died. When he died, he didn't know what kind of husband he was marrying.

"Ahh

"Be careful. ”

"Be careful. ”

Yun Qianhua didn't fall to the ground and was caught. Zhao Liangyi's hands that wanted to help her hung in the air and silently took them back. Yun Tianhua looked up, and what caught his eyes was the sassy face.

"Don't touch me. She shoved him away, and she hated the last look he had given her, full of disgust.

Duanmu Ling withdrew his hand in a daze, not understanding what kind of nerves this woman had. Did she know that he saved her? What kind of place, why are so many people gathered here today?

He originally came out of Jingfu and was about to go to find Zhao Liangyi, but he saw Zhao Liangyi's carriage halfway through, and asked his entourage to know that Zhao Liangyi had entered the alley.

saw that the girl beside Yun Tianhua was also nearby, and immediately changed her face after inquiring. Damn, the lonely man and widow have entered the alley, what else can they do.

I asked all the way in, only to know that the two of them had entered here. Grandma's, the house has been found, and I dare to say that there is no cat.

Running to the backyard in a rage, I didn't see anything indecent happening, but I saw her retreat in a panic, and she almost fell. He caught her quickly, but she slapped his hand away with a cold face and yelled at him "Don't touch me".

His grandmother, you dare to yell at me if you do something wrong.

"Cloud ......"

"Hey!" he just wanted to scold, but Zhao Liangyi, the scumbag, actually stopped him, pointed at Yun Tianhua with his chin, and shook his head at him. "Don't bother her. ”

Today, she is very wrong.

Yun Tianhua walked to a cage, took a deep breath and opened it, the red and bright colors filled all the sights, red silk, golden silk thread, exactly the same as what Chen Wan'er wore in the morning.

"This," Zhao Liangyi and Duanmu Ling also looked at each other in shock, this is the wedding dress of the palace system.

Duanmu Ling turned around and asked the middle-aged woman in a deep voice, "Who is the owner of this house?"

His tone was cold and his face was fierce, which startled the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman trembled and pointed at Yun Tianhua, "That's it, it's his ancestor!"

"How are you sure of her ancestors?"

The middle-aged woman didn't answer, walked to the study, opened a drawer, and then took out an object and handed it to Duanmu Ling.

This is a long box, Duanmu Ling opened the box and saw that it was a scroll of paintings. The scroll was opened, and the contents of the painting were revealed inch by inch in front of the two of them.

"How could you be mistaken, you see, like!" said the middle-aged woman.

Duanmu Ling and Zhao Liangyi's shocked expressions were even worse, and the two of them looked back at Yun Tianhua behind them, and then looked at the woman in the portrait, it was really exactly the same.

Yun Tianhua is very sure that this painting was definitely not painted by her during her lifetime. It could only have been painted by Zhao Liangyi after her death.

Zhao Liangyi asked the middle-aged woman, "What is the name of the previous owner of this house?"

The middle-aged woman thought for a while and said distressedly: "This is not clear, this house has been left from my grandmother's generation, and I only remember that it seems to be surnamed Yun." There used to be a noble couple living there, but later the wife died, and the husband asked my grandmother's family to guard this place out of longing, saying that his wife might be nostalgic for the world and would often come back to see it. Hey, this husband is really infatuated with his wife. ”

Infatuation is always ruthlessly annoyed, people are dead, what's the point of keeping this dead thing.

Duanmu Ling had already moved and walked to the study opposite. On the table there, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are still placed, wiped clean, there are still a few scrolls in one corner, there are no children on the chessboard, and the chess box is placed on both sides, waiting for the master to pick it up again.

"Zhao Liangyi. ”

A cold voice came, and Duanmu Ling picked up the book on the table and handed it to him.

Zhao Liangyi walked over suspiciously, took a look, and was also surprised. This is...... His handwriting.

How could it be? He had never been here, and how could there be a book in which he had taken notes?

He instinctively turned his head to look at Yun Qianhua, but saw that she was walking towards the door, leaving him with a sad back, delicate and gloomy, like an abandoned child.

Such a back is very familiar. It seems vaguely, I have seen it in a dream, so real.

"Is this book also owned by the original owner?"

The middle-aged woman replied, "Yes, it's all the master's." Everything in it belongs to the original owner, and we dare not take any of it. ”

"So what strange people have been coming to the house lately?"

"No, there isn't. We are all ordinary people, who will come. ”

Duanmu Ling picked up the paper in his hand and asked, "This is also your original master's?"

"Yes, both. ”

Duanmu Ling held the thing in his hand tightly, as if he wanted to crush it. The handwriting on this, one stroke at a time, is all the handwriting of Yun Qianhua. He looked at Zhao Liangyi in front of him indignantly, his eyes were as cold as an ice arena, and his tone was as sharp as a sword. "I knew you liked him, but I didn't expect you to betray me. ”

Zhao Liangyi was stunned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense, see for yourself. He threw the paper in his hand in his face, "This room is full of traces of the two of you. The wedding dress, and the jewelry she likes, the look of her eyes, and the handwriting, it's the handwriting of the two of you. That painting, you painted it right, I don't know your style best. I trust you so much, I give her to you, not for you to betray me. ”

"Calm down, there's a misunderstanding. ”

"What's the misunderstanding, it's a palace wedding dress, and there are a few people in the world who can wear a palace wedding dress. What a fart ancestor, can you find a better excuse. Also, is it a coincidence why you are here at the same time?

"I," Zhao Liangyi was speechless, this was originally a coincidence! "We don't. ”

Yun Tianhua stood under the loquat tree and looked up at the two-person tall loquat tree. At that time, every time she ate it, it was sour and sweet, so sour that her teeth were chattering, but she liked to eat it.

The quarrel between the two in the house became louder and louder, and the middle-aged woman ran out in a hurry and asked her to hurry in and persuade her. Yun Tianhua shook his head, the person who was angry was completely irrational, and it was useless to persuade him. Besides, how can she persuade her and Zhao Liangyi to be really innocent?

The handwriting in the epistle alone is inexplicable.