From the very beginning, Fang Qiong didn't want to deceive anyone, what he wanted to deceive was always himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, lies are always connected to lies, and in the process of fleeing and deceiving himself, the lies are getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, and more people are helplessly involved.

Fang Qiong thought about confessing, especially when he saw Fang Jue working hard to learn necrosis for him, but he didn't dare, the cage in his heart made him unable to take a step, he could only keep entangled, blaming himself.

Until this moment.

“…… I'm sorry, Sister Jue. ”

Fang Qiong lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Fang Jue, her voice was soft, full of apology and self-blame.

Even if he didn't try to deceive her, it still caused the same result after all.

She...... You're going to hate yourself, right?

Hate him for hiding it from her, pretending to be vulnerable, and causing her to waste so many years of hard work.

Sitting on the edge of Qingxian Lotus and looking at Fang Qiong who was kneeling on the ground, Fang Jue lowered his head slightly and couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't answer, just when Fang Qiong couldn't help but feel worried because of this quietness, he finally heard her gently spit out two words.

"Stupid."

Fang Qiong was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and saw Fang Jue staring at him, his eyes calm and gentle.

"Whether you know or don't have necropsy, whether you've ever had amnesia, you're still the little Joan I know who screams and gets angry for me, isn't you? So what does it matter? ”

Seeing that Fang Qiong's face suddenly became surprised, then turned into surprise, and then turned into a smirk mixed with peace of mind little by little, looking at the tearful appearance of this thin big boy's eyes, Fang Jue couldn't help but show a doting smile.

She pitied him, never because of his external "weakness".

Raising his hand and gently rubbing Fang Qiong's soft hair, Fang Jue smiled and said seriously: "However, Xiao Qiong, there is one thing I hope you can answer me honestly." ”

Fang Qiong nodded immediately without thinking about it: "Sister Jue, you say." ”

"Even if you don't have amnesia, don't you still want to inherit the Fang family?"

Although he didn't understand why Fang Jue suddenly brought up this question, Fang Qiong nodded without hesitation: "Yes." ”

"In that case, why have you been reluctant to let me replace you?"

Looking at the confused Fang Jue, Fang Qiong was silent, his expression changed slightly, he seemed a little entangled, and after hesitating for a moment, he was embarrassed and said, "Sister Jue, this matter ...... I can't tell you clearly for a while, in short, I haven't been trying to stop you for myself, but for you, I hope you can understand. ”

"But if you don't tell me the reason, how can I understand?"

Seeing that Fang Jue's brows were slightly furrowed and seemed to be a little angry, Fang Qiong was at a loss for a moment: "That...... It's not that I don't want to say, it's just ...... It's a bit hard to talk about, and it's a little complicated, even grandpa and they never want to talk about it, and I'm not good ......."

"Grandpa?" Fang Jue, who was just pretending to be angry and wanted Fang Qiong to tell the truth, couldn't help frowning when he heard this, "What does this have to do with grandpa?" ”

"Uh...... This ......"

Fang Qiong was suddenly dumbfounded, with an uneasy look on her face when she said the wrong thing, and she heard a gentle voice suddenly interject.

"This matter should have something to do with the only female head of your Fang family, right?"

Fang Qiong turned her head abruptly to look at the gently smiling fox on the side, and only after a while did she say in a low voice in Fang Jue's puzzled gaze: "How much do you know?" ”

"I don't know anything, it's just speculation."

Looking straight at Canghu, Fang Qiong slowly spoke: "Then the reason why you deliberately lure Sister Jue over is just because you 'guessed' that I can do necrosis, so you want to prove your inference?" ”

Smiling slightly, Canghu simply denied: "No, I already knew this, and the eldest lady was not brought over to confirm my guess, but simply wanted to force you to admit it yourself." ”

Fang Qiong couldn't help frowning.

After all, "corpse art" originated from ancient witchcraft, so it is not driven by mana like "Taoism" and "spells", but purely by "faith". The stronger the conviction, the more powerful the necrosis is, and the "belief" is imperceptible, so it is difficult to tell whether a person will use necrosis unless the other party does it, and to what extent.

It was precisely because of this characteristic of necrosis that Fang Qiong was able to hide it for so long under the noses of his two grandfathers who were good at necrosis without being discovered, but Canghu said that she already knew that he knew about necrosis before he did it? How can it be?

"Tell me, then, when did you find out?"

"From the beginning."

Canghu smiled lightly and replied calmly.

Fang Qiong frowned tightly in incomprehension, but Cang Yan and Liu Yuanhua, who had been listening quietly, both understood.

Canghu's eyes can see through falsehood and truth, so when she first saw Fang Qiong, she must have seen that there was a lie in Fang Qiong, and she also had doubts about it, as for the timing of confirmation......

Thinking of the relationship between "necrosity" and "faith", and then thinking about Canghu's inexplicable actions when he left the Fang family for the first time, Cang Yan suddenly felt in his heart, and Liu Yuanhua also snorted lightly.

"Hmph, I see."

Such? Which?

Fang Qiong still couldn't understand, but he couldn't ask Liu Yuanhua, so he could only raise his eyebrows and look at Canghu and wait for her to say it herself, but Canghu didn't seem to feel the meaning in his sight at all, and said the topic elsewhere with a slight smile.

"Although I have long known that the little young master knows how to perform necropsy, and the amnesia is mostly faked, but I, like the eldest lady, don't understand why you still prevent the eldest lady from replacing you when you don't want to inherit the family, until you said that."

――For the women of the Fang family, being poisoned by corpses is more terrible than death.

Corpse poison sounds terrible, but in fact it is not incurable poison, not only there are many methods in the corpse art that can inhibit the spread of corpse poison, but every corpse family also has a secret prescription that can detoxify, although it cannot guarantee that the poisoned person is safe and sound, but there is no problem at all with no worries.

But in this case, Fang Qiong said to Fang Jue, "Being poisoned by a corpse is more terrible than death."

Gently taking his gaze away from Fang Qiong, who was unconsciously tense, Canghu looked at Fang Jue, who was a little confused.

"Miss, take the liberty of asking, how did the only female head of your Fang family die?"

Hearing this, Fang Qiong's heart couldn't help but beat secretly.

Looking at Fang Qiong, who was inexplicably a little nervous, Fang Jue looked at Canghu again, although he was puzzled, he still replied honestly: "According to genealogical records, grandma should have died of illness not long after giving birth to her second grandfather at the age of twenty-six. What, what's wrong with this? ”

Canghu smiled slightly: "Miss, have you ever thought that if it was really just 'died of illness', would the two old ladies be so secretive about their mother's affairs?" Even furious when you mentioned it? ”

Fang Jue couldn't help but be stunned, and then finally reacted, and several pictures suddenly strung together in his mind.

The family motto that women must not be in charge of the family, the two grandfathers and Fang Qiong insisted on opposing it without reason, and the vague record of that grandmother in the Fang family tree was ......

"Could it be that something else happened to Grandma? Didn't she die of illness at all? ”

“…… Certainly not 'death due to illness'. ”

A deep voice sounded slowly, Fang Qiong looked at Fang Jue who turned his gaze and Canghu who looked calmly, and spoke again with some difficulty.

"Grandma her...... Not dead at all. ”