It was still the stone path that Leng Qing came to Nuan Xiang Pavilion during the day, and under the boundless night, Lin Zhiwu brought Leng Qing back to the Han Courtyard.

Through the intricate maze, Lin Zhiwu put the lantern in his hand very low, walked up the twelve bluestone steps with Leng Qing, and walked straight to the door of the outermost wing room on the left.

"Are you sure your second young master is inside??" Leng Qing asked very uncertainly.

Except for the lantern in Lin Zhiwu's hand that emitted a fairly bright light, the Han courtyard was pitch black, including the room in front of Leng Qing, and there was no light in the dark.

"Sure. Lin Zhiwu replied very affirmatively, and he also kindly whispered to Leng Qing: "This wing room was originally a study room commonly used by the old lady during his lifetime, since the old lady passed away, whenever he encountered any sad things, he would stay quietly in the study alone, and if it was at night, he would not light the lamp, this habit has never changed in ten years." ”

Leng Qing nodded knowingly.

Taking the lantern in Lin Zhiwu's hand, Leng Qing said softly: "You go back and take care of Ziyu! ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Zhiwu to react, Leng Qing pushed open the door and walked in, then turned around and closed the door from the inside.

With the light emitted by the lantern, Leng Qing quickly found Zhu Zimo. He was sitting in the inner room not far from her, behind the bookcase with the four treasures of the study, staring blankly at something on the bookcase.

Leng Qing approached Zhu Zimo step by step with a lantern.

Because of the embroidered shoes with the old cloth mille-feuille bottom, Leng Qing deliberately slowed down and lightened her steps, so she didn't make a trace of footsteps.

It wasn't until Leng Qing was about to walk in front of the bookcase that Zhu Zimo finally spit out a sentence coldly: "Who asked you to come." ”

The cold words did not stop Leng Qing's steps, she still walked towards the bookcase step by step.

It wasn't until he walked to the bookcase and put the lantern in his hand on the bookcase that Leng Qing replied lightly: "Your mother." ”

Zhu Zimo's body was stunned, he slowly looked up at Leng Qing, and asked a little stunned: "My mother...... What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Leng Qing did not directly explain the intention, but reached out to pick up the things on the bookcase and asked Zhu Zimo seemingly casually: "What is this?"

Zhu Zimo's eyes were cold, he reached out and snatched the thing back from Leng Qing's hand, and said coldly: "What did my mother let you do?!"

"Could this be what the second aunt said, she let Ziyu spend a month to find the best peach wood, and then spent five full days to make it with that peach tree, and then gave it to you on the day of your weak crown ceremony?" Leng Qing ignored Zhu Zimo's cold eyes, and asked in detail.

What Zhu Zimo took back was a very ordinary peach wood hairpin, except that the hairpin body was smooth and had no wood thorns, and there were no decorations inlaid on the hairpin, let alone elaborate carving.

But such an ordinary peach hairpin that can be seen everywhere in the market has an extremely special meaning to Zhu Zimo, because this is a weak crown gift that his mother spent a lot of effort to cut out little by little and carefully polish it.

Leng Qing's words were undoubtedly a huge shock to Zhu Zimo's heart, which was extremely fragile at this time.

Zhu Zimo was shocked, his mother actually told him the origin of this peach hairpin in front of him, the woman he had only known for a day?!

Zhu Zimo was still shocked, but Leng Qing continued to deepen Zhu Zimo's shock: "Your grandmother passed away when you were five years old, that day, you hid in your mother's room and cried all night, and the next morning you started to have a fever, and that time you had a fever for four days and three nights, and finally relied on the crepe doctor to cure you." When you were eight years old, you had a canary, but within a few days the canary died in a cage for no apparent reason, and you cried for a long time because of that. Then your grandfather died when you were fourteen years old, and you didn't cry that time, you just kept silent......"

Liu Ruyun naturally inevitably had to say something related to Zhu Zimo when she told Leng Qing about her past, and these were very few of all the things Leng Qing knew about Zhu Zimo from Liu Ruyun's mouth.

Zhu Zimo turned from shock to panic, he didn't understand what Leng Qing had to make his mother tell these old things, but what really made him not understand and panic was why his mother told Leng Qing these old things? ?

"My mother...... What else did she tell you?!" Maybe even Zhu Zimo himself didn't notice that there was a hint of imperceptible trembling in his voice!

didn't answer Zhu Zimo's question, Leng Qing just said to the horse: "Your mother actually cares about you very much." ”

cares that even if you force her beloved to death, she will watch you start a family before she dies.

Leng Qing's words and her indifferent attitude suddenly made Zhu Zimo feel unhappy, as if he had a feeling of being seen through.

Then, I only heard Zhu Zimo's voice say coldly: "Of course I know that my mother cares about me." ”

Thin lips pursed slightly, Leng Qing closed her eyes slightly, then opened her eyes and looked at Zhu Zimo fixedly, and her voice revealed a stern sù that could not be ignored: "Then, for your mother, let's make a contract." ”

Zhu Zimo sneered: "Contract? Do you want to negotiate terms with me? Why? Or—why?"

Zhu Zimo sneered on his face, but his heart was constantly suppressing and twitching.

Zhu Zimo didn't believe Leng Qing, this woman who had only known him for a day would want to make a contract with him for no reason!

Nodding his head without hesitation, Leng Qing said extremely seriously word by word: "It's about the marriage contract." ”

"Marriage?" Zhu Zimo was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he had already sneered: "Hahaha...... Joke! What a joke. Is it possible that you, a woman of unknown origin, actually came to talk to me about marriage? Could it be that you still want to be my wife Zhu Zimo?!!

Regarding Zhu Zimo's words, Leng Qing shook her head very honestly: "Big mistake! To be honest, I don't want to be your wife at all." ”

Let's not say that she Leng Qing is not a person from this world, she doesn't want to bet her life's happiness in this world, she won't and doesn't want to be a lady just because of her own problems, she has been betrayed, she doesn't want to and can't believe men anymore.

"Then what did you say about making a marriage contract with me?" Zhu Zimo continued to look at Leng Qing and sneered.

Wow! Does this person have no other expression than a sneer? Leng Qing sighed and took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I said it, it was for your mother." ”

"Ridiculous!" Zhu Zimo suddenly slapped the case hard, looked at Leng Qing coldly, and his voice became colder and colder: "You dare to talk about my mother again, be careful that I want your life!"

Leng Qing was not afraid of Zhu Zimo's cold eyes and threat, she still looked at him lightly, and her tone was as light as ever: "I'll say it again in the end, I want to make a contract with you for your mother...... Uh......"

seemed to be angered by Leng Qing, and before Leng Qing's words fell, Zhu Zimo suddenly stretched out his right hand and pinched Leng Qing's neck, so strong that Leng Qing couldn't help but moan softly in pain.

Looking at Leng Qing, who was frowning tightly under the faint candle flame but still looking at him lightly, Zhu Zimo said in a cold voice with a frosty face: "Hmph! It's no wonder you want to die yourself." ”

Holding back the idea of wanting to break Zhu Zimo's hand holding her neck with her hand, Leng Qing said with difficulty: "You, if you want to kill me, just kill me, it's a big deal, when the time comes, I will go to Huangquan and make amends to your mother on the way." But I believe in her, I won't blame me, but I want to blame you, an unfilial son!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhu Zimo seemed to be a little angry, and the hand holding Leng Qing's neck increased a little harder.

Over the years, even if he is not obedient to his mother, he has never been disrespectful, and there is no way to talk about unfilial piety, this woman ...... How dare you say that he is not filial! She should be damned!!

She closed her eyes tightly in pain, her throat was pinched tightly, it hurt, and most importantly, Leng Qing felt that she was about to suffocate.

It wasn't until this moment that Leng Qing regretted that she shouldn't have betrayed Zhu Zimo in front of her, if she had made everything clear from the beginning, wouldn't she be as miserable as she is now......? It should be!

However, the reality does not allow Leng Qing to do that, she must let Zhu Zimo realize what he is wrong, otherwise he will only go against Liu Ruyun's will and hurt Liu Ruyun's heart again!

"I'm telling the truth......" Leng Qing said with difficulty, ignoring Zhu Zimo's increasingly cold look, "If you hadn't forced your father to death, how could your mother only have three days to live?"

Zhu Zimo tightened his palms suddenly, his eyes were cold: "What do you know!!"

It's really uncomfortable, due to the lack of oxygen for a long time, the brain began to be chaotic, and the eyes were a little sluggish, Leng Qing's hands unconsciously climbed up to Zhu Zimo's right hand holding her neck, but she never struggled, just retained the last trace of clarity and said with difficulty in an intermittent voice: "You...... First...... Put...... Open...... I...... Again...... Say ......"

"Hmph, I'm here to see what tricks you can play!" Snorting coldly, Zhu Zimo suddenly withdrew his right hand holding Leng Qing's neck, and sat back on the chair without looking at Leng Qing.

Why Zhu Zimo let Leng Qing go every time he came to the end, no one knows, but I am afraid that Zhu Zimo himself doesn't know what he thinks.

Or, is Zhu Zimo himself unwilling to delve into it......

Without restraints, Leng Qing caressed her neck with one hand and gasped for breath, holding the bookcase with the other hand to prevent her legs from falling to the ground.

This man is really uncertain!

After breathing for a while, it was no longer so uncomfortable, and before Zhu Zimo's patience completely disappeared, Leng Qing finally stood up straight and looked at Zhu Zimo sitting behind the bookcase with a look of overlook, and her tone was as light as if she was telling a story.

In fact, Leng Qing is indeed telling a story, a story that has nothing to do with her at first.