"Miss, what's wrong with you, wake up! Miss...."

It seemed that there were bursts of calls from afar, and Fu Yanxi desperately wanted to grasp this life-saving straw and escape from this unbearable fate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahh Fu Yanxi on the bed opened her eyes suddenly, and what caught her eye was the anxious faces of the four girls.

It turned out to be just a dream. It was already morning.

"Miss? What's wrong with you? But a nightmare? Zhihua hurriedly asked.

"It's fine." Fu Yanxi gradually calmed down. The clothes on his body were already soaked with cold sweat.

She got up and motioned for Yuqi to help her change her clothes, and said, "Don't let your mother know about this." ”

Ziqin and Moshu wanted to say something, but when they saw Fu Yanxi's serious dark color, they stopped talking.

Fu Yanxi understood that if Mo Lingyun knew about this, she would definitely be worried about her. She would never let her mother be hurt in the slightest for her.

Ziqin was dressing up Fu Yanxi, and Moshu came in from outside the house and said, "Miss, Mrs. said that she would not have breakfast in Qingwuyuan today, and when Miss got up, she would go to Qingwuyuan and go to Qingfeng Garden with Mrs. Hou." ”

Seifuen? Fu Yanxi felt that her whole body was starting to chill.

In his previous life, he saw the ugly faces of well-dressed beasts in Qingfeng Garden, and Moshu also died outside Qingfeng Garden. It hadn't been a few days since she was reborn, but she had never thought of setting foot in that place.

What's more, the old lady has always refused to let the big house go to give her morning and dusk to save money, why today?

"I see." Fu Yanxi made up her mind, and after a while, she found a way to push her mother.

When Fu Yanxi came to Qingwu Courtyard, he found that Fu Qingyan and Mo Lingyun were already standing at the door waiting. Even Fu Zichen, who was supposed to go to the academy, stood aside. The outfits of the three are very formal.

Fu Yanxi suddenly remembered that today should be the old lady's birthday. The day of his own accident in his previous life is not far from the old lady's birthday.

Looks like I have to go.

"Daddy, mother, brother." Fu Yanxi stepped forward affectionately and grabbed Mo Lingyun's arm, and did not salute, but just called softly in a sweet voice.

Fu Qingyan and Fu Zichen didn't say anything, their family has always been close. It was Mo Lingyun who pretended to count angrily and said, "Sister, why can't you learn the rules of etiquette." ”

Fu Yanxi stuck out her tongue and saluted obediently: "I've seen my father, mother, and eldest brother." Then he climbed up to Mo Lingyun's arm and said coquettishly: "Mother, let's do this." ”

Mo Lingyun was so angry by her that she had no choice but to laugh and scold: "This girl is not in shape." ”

Fu Qingyan watched the mother and daughter get along with each other on the side, and her heart was filled with happiness little by little. The gloom hovering in my heart has also faded a lot. Today's day is really not a day for him to be happy.

Fu Zichen observed his sister who was coquettish in front of his parents, and the calm and deep woman yesterday was like two people, and the suspicion and guilt in his heart became bigger and bigger.

The four of them did not delay any longer and walked towards Qingfeng Garden.

Approaching Qingfeng Garden, Fu Yanxi lowered her head and obediently followed behind Fu Zichen, she didn't want the people with broken mouths to say that she didn't understand the rules and cause trouble for her father and mother.

Fu Yanxi's mind searched hard for the memories of his past life.

Before my father's accident, every time on the old lady's birthday, my parents, my brother and myself, as well as the people in the second and third rooms, would go to Qingfeng Garden to have dinner and greet the old lady. But never a feast.

At that time, she didn't know why, she only knew that she always heard an old servant in the Hou Mansion whispering that the old lady was affectionate and righteous. However, two months after Fu Qingyan's accident, on the old lady's birthday, the Hou Mansion held a banquet, and the guests were endless, and Fu Yanxi's eyes ached in the red satin thorns of the mansion.

At that time, she had just lost her father and brother, and she hid in the Jade Xuan and wept silently, comforting herself, only because it was her grandmother's sixtieth birthday, that the house was so big.

But the next day, my mother committed suicide for my father, and her own sky completely collapsed.

Wait a minute. Fu Yanxi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

My father was imprisoned on the charge of treason, and the holy decree said that the descendants of the Dingbei Houfu were all over the house, and the elder brother went to the border at that time, and there was no news, and her father took the gold medal to avoid death and saved her.

But why did my mother survive? Who found my brother and told him about the accident at home? Who killed my brother? Who brought the news of his brother's death back to the capital?

And if the mother really died in martyrdom, why did it happen two months after the father's death? Moreover, she remembered that in her previous life, her mother hugged her in front of her father's funeral hall and said that she would never leave her.

At that time, the news of her brother's death had already come, and she had to rely on her mother for her life, why did her mother suddenly leave her alone?

What really happened back then? What's going on here?

Fu Yanxi felt as if there was a fire burning in her body, and she desperately wanted to know everything.

Fu Yanxi, who had been immersed in her own thoughts, didn't notice that the group had come to Qingfeng Garden.

Mother Chen, who was guarding at the gate of the garden, saw Fu Qingyan coming, and hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "The old slave has seen the Hou Ye, Madame, Shizi and Eldest Lady. Hou Ye is really early, the old lady is freshening up, please wait for a while. ”

Fu Qingyan just bowed his head slightly, and didn't say much.

Fu Yanxi didn't know that her father and brother in front of her had already stopped, and she directly hit Fu Zichen's back without paying attention. One stumbles under your feet.

Fu Zichen was agile, and as soon as he turned around, he helped Fu Yanxi, who was about to fall.

It just so happened that I didn't miss Fu Yanxi's deep and resentful feelings that I couldn't hide in time.

Fu Zichen's heart tightened. I don't know why, my carefree sister's mind is getting deeper and deeper, and even he can't see through it.

Fu Yanxi noticed Fu Zichen's inquiry, but she couldn't explain it, so she had to whisper: "Thank you, brother." ”

After about a cup of tea, Chen's mother came out again, but this time she said with a smile on her face: "The old lady has arrived in the hall, Master Hou, Mrs., Shizi, eldest lady, please come in quickly." ”

Fu Qingyan lightly held Mo Lingyun's arm and walked into the garden.

Mother Chen's eyes flickered between the two, and she lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

When she entered the main hall, Fu Yanxi found that the room was already full.

The old lady sat at a table made of fine sandalwood and sipped tea leisurely. The second old man Fu Qinglin reclined on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, and the second lady Jiang Yingru was dressed in a bright red dress, leaning forward, and talking flattering words to the old lady.

Fu Wanrong was dressed in a green dress and stood silently behind her.

Thirteen-year-old Fu Zi'an and twelve-year-old Fu Lanxin, who came out of the concubine's room, also stood quietly behind them with their heads down.

The third old man, Fu Qingshi, and the third lady, An Xin, still looked like transparent people, sitting with their heads down, their shapes cringing.

Fu Zishi, the only son of the third room, was only ten years old, and he stood obediently behind his mother, with the same expression on his face as his parents.

Seeing Fu Qingyan and the four of them coming in, the old lady's eyelids were slightly raised, as if there was nothing.