The old lady and Fu Qingyan and the others entered the house, and Mo Lingyun was lying on one side, and Fu Qingyan was on the other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info both of them lay silently, as if life had passed.

The old lady stood by the door, looking at Fu Qingyan from a distance, without saying a word. The expression on his face was indescribably subtle.

Fu Yanxi passed by the old lady, walked to Fu Qingyan's bed, and took out the towel in the basin next to the bed to wipe Fu Qingyan's cheeks.

Fu Qinglin and Jiang Yingru approached and looked at Fu Qingyan carefully, their black and blue faces were enough to prove that the person in front of them was highly poisonous, and time was short.

"Big brother, you can go with peace of mind, I will take care of my eldest niece." Fu Qinglin bowed to Fu Qingyan on the bed, his face showing a little sadness.

Jiang Yingru also wiped her tears on the side, and said mournfully: "Sister-in-law, in the future, my aunt will take good care of you." ”

Fu Yanxi just stood there and watched quietly, without speaking.

Fu Qingshi and An Xin also walked in, and now Mo Lingyun is also in a coma, and the two of them can't say much except to comfort Fu Yanxi.

"Grandmother, don't you want to come and see?" Fu Yanxi looked at the old lady leaning against the door, a little puzzled by her behavior.

The old lady woke up as if from a dream, and walked towards the house a little staggeringly, looking at Fu Qingyan on the bed with fixed eyes.

In an instant, she seemed to see that more than thirty years ago, in Qingfeng Garden, that gentle and elegant woman gave birth to a white and chubby baby in a hoarse voice.

At that time, she watched her childhood sweetheart husband holding the child in surprise, and she went crazy with jealousy. So in the third year after that, she also gave birth to her own son desperately. She thought that in this way, she could tie her husband's heart, but she found that her husband's heart could actually be distributed to countless women.

Until that woman died, she sat on the status of the most noble woman in the Hou Mansion, but her heart was already old and unwavering.

It seems that it was in that autumn that the obedient little boy walked into the Qingfeng Garden, which already belonged to her, and called out crisply, "Mother." ”

What was I thinking at that time, it seemed that there was a moment when my heart was soft and I wanted to love him seriously.

Thirty years, in the blink of an eye. Since when did she no longer have a trace of affection between her and him, only calculation.

Did it start with the first wooden sword that Qinglin snatched from him? Or did it start with Fu Zhengnan reprimanding Fu Qinglin, who was greedy and slippery, and refused to practice martial arts, but praised the down-to-earth and steady Fu Qingyan? Or did she watch Fu Qingyan inherit the title in front of the battle with resentment, fighting bloodily, only to find that the entire Hou Mansion had changed after she came back?

Countless past events poured into Mrs. An's heart at this moment. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she was obviously extremely resentful of Fu Qingyan in her heart, and she didn't want him to die as soon as possible, but now her heart was like a ball of cotton, and it was uncomfortable.

It's been a long, long time since she has taken a good look at Fu Qingyan. So much so that she now remembered that there had been a pitiful warmth between the two. The careful care before the sickbed, the cold and warmth that never falls...... She An Qingxiu can still remember these little things that have long been forgotten in the years.

In this way, the old lady's thoughts turned back and forth for a long time, and finally, her eyes became cold and ruthless again.

Even though there was a moment when she felt the maternal love in her heart for Fu Qingyan, from the day she was humbly carried into the side door of the Hou Mansion by a small sedan chair, she and Fu Qingyan were destined to have such a result.

Fu Yanxi carefully observed all the subtle changes in the expression on the old lady's face, and took in her moment of sadness and the indifference that immediately replaced her.

People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, maybe the old lady has not completely lost the slightest mother-son affection for Fu Qingyan for so many years, but this meager affection was finally defeated by the desire to seize power for her own son, and disappeared.

"Grandmother, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yanxi said with a smile. She really didn't look like a person who was about to lose a loved one.

It's a pity that the old lady, Fu Qinglin and the others were just immersed in their own thoughts, and they didn't notice Fu Yanxi's strangeness at all.

"I just, just...... It's so sad. The old lady wanted to explain in a big way, and then cried: "Qingyan, what's wrong with you, you want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person......"

Seeing the old lady crying, Jiang Yingru also kept wiping her tears, and the scene did not seem to be that Fu Qingyan was seriously ill, but that she was already in the mourning hall.

Several people were crying genuinely and falsely, and then they saw Fu Qingyan's upper body on the bed suddenly bounce up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth with a painful expression, splashing all over the bed curtain and Jiang Yingru and the old lady who were closest to the bed.

Then, Fu fell straight back to the bed.

Jiang Yingru immediately took a step back in disgust, wiping the blood on her body with a handkerchief. Looking at the bright bloodstains, I felt a little cold on my body inexplicably.

Fu Qinglin and the others were startled, and they all stepped back, pointing at Fu Qingyan speechless.

"You ......" The old lady looked at Fu Qingyan, who suddenly vomited blood in front of her, with a frightened face.

"Don't you think this scene is familiar?" In the silence, Fu Yanxi suddenly spoke quietly, and her tone was deliberately gloomy and cold, making the listener feel chills all over her body.

"You! What do you mean? What do you know? The old lady turned her head in fright, pointed at Fu Yanxi tremblingly, and asked one after another in horror.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Yanxi sneered.

"Sister-in-law? What are you doing? Don't be possessed by something dirty, right? Jiang Yingru said.

As soon as Jiang Yingru saw Fu Yanxi like this, she felt strange in her heart, and when she saw that Fu Qinglin and the old lady's faces were not right, she guessed that it might be related to the secret that she had been unable to find out from Fu Qinglin.

So she didn't want to think about it, so she said nonsense and wanted to suppress Fu Yanxi. Her instincts told her that it would do no one any good to tell that secret.

But Fu Yanxi didn't eat her set, and followed her words and said to the old lady: "Don't you remember me? ”

"You, you don't, pretend to be a ghost!" The old lady's eyes widened in horror, staring at Fu Yanxi's face. It was as if he had already believed in his heart, and he leaned over her as a ghost.

"Pretending to be a ghost?" Fu Yanxi sneered, "Old lady, are you also afraid?" Are you afraid that I will be possessed by her? I'm still afraid that she will really come to you to settle accounts! ”

"She, I, no, no, she won't, she won't!" The old lady was incoherent in fear, and her body fell to the ground, but she couldn't help but want to retreat.