When she was a child, Jinrou once told her that her parents were going to a distant place, and she specially entrusted Xin Yao to her mother's teacher. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, as her heart matured, Xin Yao began to ask Jinrou where her parents were, and Jinrou lied every time.

Unconsciously, Jinrou's lies became more and more, and sometimes she didn't remember the lies she had said, and the next time Xin Yao asked the same question again, Jinrou made nonsense and inconsistencies, and Xin Yao found out the flaws at once.

"Master, don't hide it, Xin Yao came to inquire about the Lian family, and recently even recalled some of the small fragments of the officers and soldiers who broke into the mansion in the old days, I really can't tell it, how is this good, the child has grown up, should we tell her the truth?"

Jinrou frowned, it was a good thing to watch Xin Yao slowly grow into a smart woman, but it also meant that the child no longer needed her own protection.

Si Ling was also displeased when she heard this, and she really couldn't estimate how Xin Yao would react when she learned the truth.

After all, Xiao Xinyao was already the age of sensible and memorable at the time of the incident, and blindly concealing it would only add to suspicion, Si Ling thought about it again and again, and said in embarrassment:

"So far, I can only tell it calmly."

"However, what if Xin Yao prides herself on being excellent in swordsmanship and insists on seeking revenge?" Jinrou's face was worried.

Although I know that Lian's family is burdened with injustices, I don't know who the initiator is, and there is no way to find revenge.

Jinrou has raised Xin Yao with grievances over the years, and let her worship under the Qingsi Gate, hoping that the peace of Qingying Xianshan can slowly heal the trauma of her childhood.

"If she is at peace, even if she tells the truth, she will calm her sorrows; If she can't let go, even if she doesn't tell her, she will leave on her own to find the answer. ”

Master Si Ling's former beloved apprentice Su Yun is Xin Yao's mother.

When Su Yun decided to marry the general of the Imperial Guard, Lian Feichi, Su Yun also burst into tears in the face of the nine turns of the intestines of several sisters with the best feelings.

But Su Yun has decided to follow her husband, even though she is reluctant to give up and be unfilial, Su Yun still chooses to leave Qingying Mountain.

"Just follow the fate." Master Si Ling sighed helplessly, after the swordsmanship entered the empty realm, it was like attaining enlightenment, cultivating oneself with qi, and prolonging one's life for more than a hundred years, but at this moment, Master Si Ling seemed to be much older.

With a heavy heart in her heart, Jinrou slowly moved her steps and came to the place where Xin Yao practiced most often.

The green and dangerous peaks, the two agile figures are intertwined into a shadow.

The one with a slightly delicate face, who wore Pinyue, waved a long whip, faintly sluggish, and secretly struggled; And the other one, although his face is immature, he has a graceful demeanor, steady skills, and is perfect in every move.

The fragrance of flowers is disturbed, the fragrant wind is fragrant, the heroic posture is fluttering, the dust and smoke are misty, such as the willow warbler shuttling through the flower forest, and it is like two dancing fairies are adding color to the world.

"Auntie!" Xin Yao noticed that Jinrou was walking slowly, and slowly led her senior sister Yin Weaving to recruit her.

"Yin Weaving, Yao'er, your moves are elegant and picturesque, and Aunt Jin is fascinated to watch." Jin Rou Yingying smiled, her eyes cut water, the charm still exists, and the ten years seem to have left nothing on her face.

"Aunt Jin! Yao'er is really powerful, I can't even whip well, she has learned to be satin. The delicate woman put away the long whip and recalled Xin Yao's "dancing".

"Senior Sister Yinzhi, don't be presumptuous, Master said that the Yinzi generation is the only one of the sisters who can cultivate the Qingsixia Sword before the age of twenty and is qualified to start practicing the soft sword, but we have broken the master's record." Xin Yao spoke with humility and encouraged Senior Sister Yinzhi.

"It's not us, it's you who broke Master's record, but you were ten years ahead of me. I remember that when you first started the school, the master only taught you the mental method, and you pestered me to teach you the mysteries, but now, I am only enough to be your sparring partner. Yin Zhi admired and admired Xin Yao.

Jin Rou was full of emotion in her heart, Xin Yao seemed to have become a peerless master, and she was also the most potential disciple of Qingsimen.

If Lian's family hadn't been robbed back then, maybe Xin Yao would now be like the daughters of other big families, embroidering brocade handkerchiefs, supporting clothes, not getting dusty, and waiting for the boudoir.

"Auntie Fuqin, how about Yao'er dance a sword dance for you?" The ribbon in Xin Yao's hand is elegant, in the early years, Jinrou had a whim when she saw Xin Yao practicing swords, with a gonghou or nine-stringed piano, if a layman who doesn't know kung fu sees him practicing swords, he really thinks he is practicing dance.

"Ridi Xishan, let's not play, my aunt just wants to watch Yao'er practice swords." Jinrou is full of love, Xin Yao has finally grown up, but in her eyes she will always be an innocent child.

When Jinrou and Lian Feihan came and went, they often visited General Lian's mansion, and Xiao Xinyao had a little impression of her.

After Jinrou rescued Xiao Xinyao, she said that she and Lian Feihan were like brothers and sisters, so Xiao Xinyao called her an aunt.

For so many years, Jinrou has been lying that Lian Feichi and his wife and Lian Feihan were sent to the border city, and in the blink of an eye, she can't hide it anymore.

As night fell, Jinrou's room was still warm, there were two celadon lamps lit on the left and right of her bedside, doing unfinished needlework during the day, Xin Yao was so obedient that she lay on Jinrou's legs, "Auntie, what are you sewing so late?" ”

"Auntie made a new dress for Yao'er, and our Yao'er has grown taller again!" Jinrou watched Xin Yao's amazing growth in the past few years, and she didn't drag her clothes after wearing a piece of clothing for half a year, and she was already slim in the blink of an eye.

"Why did my aunt remove the braided knots and rearrange them? The braiding buckle is delicate and cumbersome, and the aunt might as well rest earlier, and continue to weave it tomorrow when the spring is bright and the sun shines in all directions. Although the two celadon lamps illuminated all corners of the house, the light was insufficient, and Xin Yao felt sorry for Jinrou who frequently rubbed her eyes.

"Hey, my aunt is confused, the knot seems to be made smaller, and after the knot is buckled, it always falls out, so I have to remake a set of big knots." In the past, Jinrou had the most powerful embroidery girl in the palace to teach her by hand, and the female celebrity benefited a lot.

Ordinary women use long straps to tie loose dresses, but Jinrou sewed a few extra pairs of knots on Xin Yao's neckline and waist, which was immediately chic and shining, and made the clothes more obedient and firm, no matter how she flew and swords, the skirt would not fall apart.

Several women and children in Qingsimen who did not know force came to Jinrou to ask for advice, and they were popular in Qingying Mountain for a while.

"I see, can my aunt make the buttonhole smaller instead of making the knot bigger?" Xin Yao said in one word.

Braiding knots is extremely cumbersome, Xin Yao once learned how to braided knots with Jinrou, she was born with green fingers, and the ribbon whip was like a living creature in her hands, but no matter how she did, she couldn't fiddle with this thin braided rope.

"Gee, just a few stitches to the buttonhole. Why didn't my aunt think that Yao'er was still observing carefully. Jinrou suddenly had an epiphany, and sighed that Xin Yao was clever, she had never encountered this kind of problem herself, and it was inevitable that she couldn't turn around for a while.

"Yao'er also observed that my aunt was in a very low mood today." Xin Yao held her little face and rubbed on Jinrou's legs like a coquette, she was good at observing words and feelings, she was smart and empathetic since she was a child, this is probably inherited from her mother-in-law Suyun.

"Why did Yao'er say this?" Jinrou's expression flashed, and there was indeed a heavy matter looming in her heart today.