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After listening, Su Sanyuan closed her eyes and recuperated, unwilling to say anything more about this matter.

Jinghua hung her head and didn't dare to squeak. The intention of doing this was good, but after the young lady came to ask, the nature was different.

The game was more deserted than ever. Few people pass by in the alley, and even a few children who had run and frolicked at the gate of the Binh Thuan dart bureau were nowhere to be seen.

Su Sanyuan grabbed one person and asked, "What's going on here, why is it so deserted?"

The woman who was being held looked around and whispered, "You don't know, there was another death here a few days ago. Now that the government is dealing with this matter, who would dare to come here to join in the fun? Isn't it about people's lives?"

"What's going on?" Su Sanyuan was asking. A delicate figure walked out of the smooth dart game, stopped suddenly, and looked sideways at her. Su Sanyuan looked at Ping Yuhui who appeared, dressed in a white dress, thin, and her smart eyes in the past were like a pool of stagnant water, and she couldn't make waves. The wind blew, and the strand of black hair that Ping Yuhui missed combed fluttered in the wind.

Behind Ping Yuhui, stood He Qianxiang, who was expressionless and a little tired.

When the old woman saw them, she hurried away.

Ping Yuhui pulled her lips and smiled bitterly, "Ayuan, I guessed you came." What are you doing there, don't come in yet. ”

Su Sanyuan did as she said and stepped forward. Seeing Ping Yuhui like this, Su Sanyuan also felt very uncomfortable in her heart. Stretched out his hand to hold Ping Yuhui's hand and persuaded: "Mourn."

Ping Yuhui listened, leaned her head on Su Sanyuan's shoulder, and hummed lowly. A tear rolled down her cheek again. Wet the fabric on Su Sanyuan's shoulder. He Qianxiang looked at Su Sanyuan and said, "She hasn't eaten for a few days, you can persuade her for me, it's good to eat more."

Su Sanyuan reached out and patted Ping Yuhui's back. The tentacles feel like skinny. Su Sanyuan was shocked, and hurriedly pushed Ping Yuhui away, "Go eat some first, only when you are full and energetic, can everything have the possibility of turning around." ”

Ping Yuhui snorted. He Qianxiang turned around and asked people to prepare meals.

After a table of dishes, Ping Yuhui took a few bites of chopsticks and ate them, and they didn't move anymore. I ate less than half a bowl of rice in one bowl. Ping Yuhui lowered her head and looked at the table for a while before she said aloud: "My father is dead, and many things have changed." In the past, everyone stayed together and was fine, but now it is falling apart, and everyone wants to leave the Pingshun dart game. ”

He Qianxiang was behind Ping Yuhui, holding her shoulders with his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, there is still me!"

Ping Yuhui grabbed He Qianxiang's hand, put it on his cheek, and said softly: "I hurt Qianshun." You should blame me too. ”

He Qianxiang hugged Ping Yuhui, stroked her hair with his hand, and said in an unusually indifferent tone, "I will settle accounts with Red Lotus Hall for this matter."

Ping Yuhui closed her eyes, and several tears seemed to be off the line and rolled down.

Su Sanyuan said: "I heard that there was trouble in the government?"

Ping Yuhui opened her eyes and choked up: "This matter has reached the official mansion, and everyone is waiting to see the joke." I cried even harder as I spoke. Su Sanyuan hurriedly explained: "What I mean by asking is to say, if there is something that needs help, just bring it up, and I will go back and ask my father to help you."

Ping Yuhui shook her head and said, "I don't mean you. I mean other people. In the past, when my father was alive, they called each brother and brother, but now they are afraid that they are all busy falling into the well. If my father has a spirit in the sky......" mentioning her father, Ping Yuhui cried sadly again.

He Qianxiang said: "There is nothing that needs help at the moment. If there is a need, he will come to the door one day to ask for it. ”

Su Sanyuan got up, "If you need anything, just come to me, if you can help, you must go all out." Su Sanyuan looked at Ping Yuhui, "Yuhui, I'll see you another day." ”

Ping Yuhui raised her hand and pressed her temples, crying so hard these days that she had a headache.

After a pause, Ping Yuhui smiled gratefully at Su Sanyuan, "Thank you." I've been really unwell these days, so please forgive me for not being well entertained. ”

Su Sanyuan said: "Don't be so polite, you can rest well."

Ping Yuhui smiled weakly, and He Qianxiang hugged Ping Yuhui and gently put her on the couch. Su Sanyuan covered the door for them and walked outside along the road. Jinghua had a sad expression on her face and sighed, "Miss, why is there no one in the world who is always happy?"

"I want to know that, too." A deep voice rang out.

Outside the door stood a well-dressed nobleman, followed by two or three servants. Su Sanyuan looked up and felt that the man who appeared was a little familiar and familiar. It took a long time to remember that day when I was in a hurry, and I was almost trampled by the horse of the county lord of Anhe, thanks to his help.

"Miss Sue."

Su Sanyuan smiled, nodded at him, and asked, "I don't know what to call the son?"

"In the Lower England Gong Zhang Mao."

Su Sanyuan saluted and said calmly, "Are you here to see them?"

Zhang Mao's head was tilted, and a smile was on his face.

Su Sanyuan had nothing to say, said goodbye to him, and boarded the carriage. When the carriage drove away, Su Sanyuan glanced back, and a strange thought arose in her heart, and she couldn't say what was weird.

"Miss. The slave remembered the English duke just now. ”

Jinghua seemed to hesitate for a long time before deciding to say it, and her face showed a panic and uneasiness that Su Sanyuan had never seen before. Su Sanyuan looked at Jinghua's eyes and waited for the next words. Jinghua said, "Miss, don't you remember?"

Su Sanyuan frowned. Jinghua received it after her soul came to this era, and it shouldn't be anything to do with the original owner. But why do you really have no impression of Zhang Mao?

Jing Hua lowered her eyes and looked at the upper of her shoes, "At that time, the old lady and the others chartered several rooms in the restaurant, and although the slave maid did not serve the young lady, she also followed naked. That year, the third lady was snatched away, and the slave maid ......" Jinghua wanted to speak and stopped, raised her eyes and looked at the young lady, saw that she was not unusual, and thought for a while that she didn't know whether to continue talking.

The original owner had no memory of this incident at all. It's just that I've heard Cuixiang mention it, but because Cuixiang was unwell at the time, she didn't follow, so the description was not detailed.

Su Sanyuan has always wanted to figure out the part of the memory that the original owner had forgotten. Now that Jinghua wants to talk about this matter, she has always been curious, and she hurriedly urged: "What's wrong?" You're not a procrastinator, so why are you so appetizing today?"

The slave maid saw that it was the boy just now who let the third young lady drag away. The third lady didn't comply, and the boy stepped forward and kicked the third miss. ”

"I was there too?" Su Sanyuan was stunned.

Jinghua said in a low voice: "Miss was standing in front of the slave maid at that time."