Qin Su waited for a while, and when he saw that Huan Zicheng didn't continue to speak, he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised, looked up at him, and saw that his face was cold, and it seemed that he didn't intend to explain in detail at all.

What's going on?

Could it be that Huan Zicheng still wants to hide it from her?

It shouldn't be.

Qin Su looked at Huan Zicheng carefully.

At this glance, she realized that Huan Zicheng's expression today seemed to be richer than before, no longer with a cold iceberg face, but with a deep groan, as if thinking about something difficult.

Sensing Qin Su's inquiring gaze, Huan Zicheng turned his head to look at her, his face hesitating for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Qin Su asked, with a little puzzlement in his eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

Huan Zicheng held his hands behind him and clenched them tightly.

That grip, as if using a lot of force, instantly pressed a few handprints on the back of his hand, but he didn't realize it.

He looked directly at Qin Su, and on his handsome face, his expression suddenly softened.

"What I am going to say next, Your Highness may be angry when you hear it." He said in a very low voice, and there was no coldness in his voice, only a puzzled amazement: "It's just that if I don't say this matter, His Highness may be even more angry, so I think it's better to say it." ”

Qin Su listened to him quietly and didn't interrupt him.

Huan Zicheng didn't rush to say it for a while, but stopped, wiped his big sleeves against the lintel of the stool under the corridor, and motioned for Qin Su to sit down, before standing upwind of Qin Su, blocking the occasional cold wind for her, and slowly opened his mouth: "What I want to say to His Highness is that His Highness ...... In fact, her surname is Huan, and she is the youngest girl in my Huan family, and she is thirteen at home. ”

The sparse snow particles floated into the corridor and landed on Qin Suyue's white skirt, turning into water droplets, and slowly soaking into a small wet stain.

At that moment, Qin Su had the feeling of dreaming.

It's unreal, it's unreal.

However, in her mind, the words were so clear that it was as if someone had whispered the same thing in her ear over and over again.

Her surname is Huan.

She is Huan Thirteen Niang.

She subconsciously went to look at Huan Zicheng.

At that moment, she inexplicably wished, it was a joke.

"You are my thirteenth sister, and when you were born, your mother gave you a nickname, called Zhen Zhen." He looked at her, his eyes tingling with faint pity.

Qin Su's face turned pale little by little.

"That's not true, right?" She shook her head, as if to shake away the thoughts that had come with her. Shake it a bit, shake it again.

"It's impossible, don't be joking." She continued to shake her head, and on her pale face was a smile that was about to open and fall, "Don't be kidding, this joke is not funny. ”

After saying this, Qin Su stood up, picked up the green umbrella on the side, and spoke in a voice as light as smoke: "I have to ...... I've got to go first, and we'll talk about that later. With that, she turned and walked back.

Today is really not a good day, I actually listened to such a boring joke.

"Zhenzhen."

Something tugged at her sleeve, and a very soft call followed.

It was soft, but it was loud, like a thunderclap, and it exploded in the depths of her mind.

She couldn't help but reach out and press the corner of her forehead, and the green umbrella fell to the ground with a "snap", flattening half of the umbrella surface on the ground, like oily green paint splashing out.

"I'm not your family's Zhenzhen, I'm really not." Qin Su pressed the corners of his forehead, his voice became lower and lower, his eyes were dry, and he was in pain, "Don't ...... Lord Dudu"

"You're Zhenzhen, you're my little sister." Before she could finish speaking, Huan Zicheng interrupted her.

He took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, gently but firmly, and broke the hand that covered her forehead, and leaned over slightly, looking into her eyes, and his gentle gaze was on hers.

"I'm your eldest brother. You are my little sister. His voice was as soft as a whisper, as if softened by the fluttering snow.

Qin Su stood stiffly under the corridor, not moving.

She is Huan Thirteen Niang.

It turned out that her real surname was Huan.

She grinned, trying to pull out a smile, but suddenly she felt a splitting headache, as if someone was desperately digging into it with an awl.

She's really a Huan girl.

She wasn't dreaming, she did have the surname Huan, which was said by Huan Zicheng himself.

You can't be wrong about what he says.

Actually, she's been feeling that way for a long time, hasn't she?

On the night she was trapped in the Shoucheng Palace, when the third prince proudly told the story of the Huan family's return to find her daughter, when she heard Hu Yu talk about the Yu family's various things in the White Horse Temple for the second time.

At that time, she actually had a vague feeling, didn't she?

But every time she tried to think in this direction, there was a greater force that prevented her from thinking in this way.

That was her in her previous life.

Or rather, it was what she had suffered in her previous life, preventing her from thinking about it.

She's just a lowly outer roomgirl.

Born lowly.

Life is just as low.

She resigned herself to her fate.

She even felt that it was not a big deal.

It is normal for humble people to take the humble road.

She was accustomed to such lowliness, and had always firmly believed that she was a humble little person.

Even though she told a big lie and became a princess; Even though she climbed to the high position of the third lady in her previous life, she was almost a mother.

But in her bones, she is a lowly maid who goes to the dust, no matter how glamorous her appearance is, her foundation is always rooted in the mud all over the ground.

It really took a lot of effort and all her strength to get herself to agree with this.

But now someone has come to tell her that she is actually noble.

In her body, there is the most noble blood in the world, she is from an honorable background, and she is the most respected girl in Quan Da Chen.

Qin Su suddenly wanted to laugh.

It's a big joke that makes people laugh at it.

She is noble and unattainable.

However, in her previous life, she became a hidden stake who sold her body in exchange for news.

Where is her nobility?

The corners of Qin Su's grinning mouth pulled up, but he couldn't pull out a real smile.

At this moment, she was really willing to be the daughter of the Qin family, and she was really willing not to have this noble identity.

Because, only in this way, she will not go crazy, and all the efforts and struggles in her previous life will not seem so meaningless and ridiculous.

"Your real surname is Huan, and the birthmark on Apu's body is made in imitation of your birthmark." Huan Zicheng's voice was very peaceful, as if he wanted to soothe something: "Actually, you are the real Huan Thirteen Niang, you and your mother look quite similar." ”