"Who the hell are you?" Leng Qinlan secretly took a cool breath.

Originally, the mother and daughter of the original owner have always been a knot in Leng Zhuoheng's mind, and now they have met Leng Boyuan's debts in the Xiliao Palace, and it is understandable to talk about love, but it makes a woman linger for more than ten years and become crazy, and the feeling she feels is a little indescribable.

"I'm the Moon!" Fu Yue's gaze finally moved away from the moon and turned to Leng Qinlan.

It was a pair of eyes as bright as the moon, and even if the years passed and her face was wrinkled, it could not erase these beautiful eyes.

"Didn't he tell you about me? I am the moon, the breeze is the moon, do you look at my eyes, do they look like the moon? He said that my eyes are the most beautiful, and I am the most beautiful Yue'er. Fuyue said to Leng Qinlan with a smile on her face.

laughed, those eyes were even more charming, so that Leng Qinlan, who was also a woman, also had a heartfelt appreciation.

It's just that her face is hidden in the wide hat of the black robe, and she can't see clearly.

As he spoke, Fuyue's smile suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by a vicious hatred, staring at Leng Qinlan with great hatred, "He will definitely not mention me to you, no!" He hates me, and he wishes I could die! You're here to kill me, aren't you! Well, that's good! I have prepared a grave for myself a long time ago, and I am always waiting for death, and if you have the ability, you will kill me! ”

The sound fell, the yin wind rose suddenly, and the moon rose like a dark shadow, rising into the air, exhaling the wide robe, flicking the wide sleeves, like two wings, swooping sharply from top to bottom, attacking Leng Qinlan.

Leng Qinlan dodged and jumped away.

The moon was pressing, and the wind of force swept up a roaring sound that shook the heavens and the earth, as if it was about to swallow Leng Qinlan's entire mouth.

The wind of force spread all around, and Leng Qinlan had no way to hide, so she had to face each other head-on.

She was sure that this Twilight Moon was suffering from schizophrenia, and that it must have been caused by the tremendous stimulation that caused this fickle and distorted personality, and that the person who stimulated her was most likely her father.

She had no intention of digging into her father's past, nor did she intend to be an enemy of this woman, so her moves were not so hard, all to soften the crazy hatred of the moon.

"Why don't you kill me?"

Faced with a trick that didn't feel the killing intent, Fuyue asked.

"Why should I kill you?" Leng Qinlan asked rhetorically.

"This is his order, hasn't he been chasing me for so many years, trying to put me to death? Now you've found me, come and kill me! Tsukizuki yelled frantically.

Burst......

Something rushed into her mouth when Fuyue opened her mouth, and before Fuyue could refuse, the thing slid down her throat and into her abdomen.

"What did you give me?" Fuyue withdrew her hand, her eyes widening.

Even if the eyes like a crescent moon widened, they were so bright, as if the years had not left a mark in her eyes at all.

"Just to calm you down." Leng Qinlan fell in front of the moon.

Fuyue's eyes blinked, and finally she couldn't control the fatigue that surged up in her body, and she went limp.

Leng Qinlan walked over, dragged the fainted Fuyue up, and swept her in the direction of the attic.

The attic is the kind of beautiful style in the south, which is different from the heavy style of the entire Xiliao Palace, if it were not for the white grass and the partition of a forest, it would look extremely out of place if it were not closely connected with other buildings.

Candlelight was lit on the second floor of the attic.

Leng Qinlan took Fuyue directly into the room on the second floor.

Along the way, she noticed that there was no one else in this place except for a moon, and when she entered the attic house, it was even more lonely to be separated from the outside world.

Putting Fuyue on the bed, Leng Qinlan looked at the room.

The walls of the room were covered with paintings, but they were all covered with black cloths, and I don't know what was on them.

In a woman's room, the original white walls are covered with black cloth, which will make people feel weird no matter how you look at it.

Glancing at the moon wrapped in a black robe, Leng Qinlan strode over to a piece of black cloth, raised her hand and gently lifted the black cloth.

Curiosity was always inevitable, and she promised herself to just sneak a look.

However, just by that glance, Leng Qinlan's eyes couldn't be removed.

Tearing off the entire black cloth with his hand, Leng Qinlan stared straight at the painting in front of him.

In the painting is a portrait of a woman, and the vivid demeanor shows that the painter's painting skills are quite good.

It's just that the painting was destroyed, and the painting, that is, the body of the woman in the painting, was ...... Leng Qinlan was sure that it was blood, not a cinnabar pen...... Covered in blood, and pierced with a sword, at first glance it looks like the woman in the painting has been severely punished, leaving only a face looking hard ahead.

Leng Qinlan walked to another piece of black cloth, and without hesitation, ripped off the black cloth.

As expected, the black cloth covered the same portrait of the woman, but the woman's body was scratched with ten fingers, and even her face was torn.

A good painting was destroyed, and the woman in the portrait hung on the wall as if she had been nailed to a torture rack.

Leng Qinlan uncovered all the other paintings in one go, without exception, all of them were the tragic appearance of the same woman being tortured.

Some of the bloodstains are still freshly painted, some of the bloodstains are very old, and the age of the painting is a little old.

In front of a portrait with a fairly complete and clear head, Leng Qinlan raised her hand and gently stroked the face of the person in the painting...... Tears flowed out involuntarily......

This is the emotion that the original owner's heart began to surge.

Because, the woman in the painting is the original owner who has been separated from her yin and yang since birth, and only the Tibetan paintings preserved in Leng Boyuan's hands can make her know and remember the mother - Ye Xue!

The women in the portraits hanging in Fuyue's room were all Ye Xue, with different shapes, and their appearances were exactly the same as those she had seen in the Leng family, including Ye Xue's mole growing at the hairline.

Is there any reason not to believe that the man in Fuyue's mouth is Leng Boyuan?

Is there any reason not to believe Fuyue's words, saying that she recognized the wrong person?

Although no one has said how far away Leng Boyuan looks from her, a woman who has a deep memory of Leng Boyuan must be able to find Leng Boyuan's shadow from her, maybe Fuyue will be full of hatred for all women who are similar to Leng Boyuan or Ye Xue, but for her, she will never admit her mistake!

Leng Qinlan raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

Maybe Tai Yixiao was right to say that Ye Xue's bones were in Xiliao, or to be precise, in the hands of this woman named Fuyue.

Leng Qinlan turned around and walked to the bed, took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve and shook it in front of Fuyue's nose, and Fuyue, who breathed the smell of medicine, slowly opened her eyes.

"What did you do for me?!" Fuyue asked sharply.

"Don't worry, I'm just giving you a break." Leng Qinlan put away the medicine bottle.

Fuyue's eyes stared straight at Leng Qinlan, full of distrust.

"Where are my mother's bones?" Leng Qinlan said and pointed to the portrait on the wall.

"Your mother?" Fuyue's gaze turned to the wall, and suddenly tightened, "You said she was your mother?" Are you the daughter of that slut? ”

"Don't you already recognize me?"

Leng Qinlan's reaction to the moon was a little strange.

"You're the wild seed of the guilty thief, why are you still that slut? Isn't that slut already dead, how could he still give birth to a daughter with that guilty thief? Fuyue was also surprised, staring at Leng Qinlan, as if she wanted to drill a hole in her face.

Leng Qinlan understood, it turned out that Fuyue thought that she was the child born to her father and other women, and the woman she hated the most was her mother.

"I'm their daughter." Leng Qinlan gave the affirmative answer to Fuyue.

"Yes, you're the slut's daughter, I recognize it." Fuyue stared at Leng Qinlan and said, "I only recognized Ai Lang in you, but I ignored that slut, your eyebrows and eyes are alive and well with that slut, Ai Lang, almost lost my eyes." ”

After listening to Fuyue's words, Leng Qinlan believed that in Fuyue's heart, love must be stronger than hate, even the hatred she showed when she saw her was born of love. Because the first thing Whirling Moon saw was the resemblance to her father, but she ignored the resemblance to her mother.

The first thing Twilight saw when she saw her was her father.

Fuyue wanted to get up as she spoke, got up and shot at Leng Qinlan, "How could they meet again?" How can there be children? It can't be, it can't be! The moon is upside down, how can they be together? Where are they? Where is it?! ”

Fuyue screamed angrily, but she couldn't get up no matter what, and she could only scratch her hands back and forth while lying on the bed, and soon hung down softly.

"Don't you know they're all dead?" Leng Qinlan said, "Let me ask you again, where are my mother's bones?" ”

As a person in the palace of Xiliao, it is impossible not to know the news of Leng Boyuan's death four years ago, and she also believed a few points in Tai Yixiao's words when Ye Xue's bones were lost.

The problem of the moon, Leng Qinlan only regarded it as her delirium, and there was a temporary confusion due to her extreme love and hate.

"Your mother's bones?" Fuyue calmed down, as if thinking about something, and then sneered, "That slut's bones are lost?" Good, good! People like her should die without a place to be buried, and the bones should be thrown away and fed to the dogs! You'll never be able to get her bones back, and you still want to be sacrificed by your daughter? Don't! ”

Leng Qinlan stared at Fuyue, a woman like this who loves and hates has already cultivated a hard bone, and she is not afraid of any coercion and torture, and even forcing her life to do nothing will help.

It's hard to pry her mouth open!

"You don't ask someone who understands so well, but you came to ask this crazy woman, why bother asking for your own suffering?" Tai Yixiao crossed his arms around his chest, leaned against the door frame, and smiled with a smile in his eyes, quite gloating and watching the play.

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