Huang Qiao's room is on the second floor, perhaps because no one has set foot on it for a long time, although the outside is clean, but Zhixian took the key in Uncle Li's hand, and after unscrewing the door, a thick dust came to his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moonlight shines quietly through the large glass window facing the sun, and there is an indescribable weirdness. Xu is Uncle Li also felt a little gloomy, and he could see that Zhixian was a little afraid, so he turned on the light and said that he was here to accompany her.

Zhixian really felt a little frightened, so he didn't say anything polite to Uncle Li, so he let him sit down on the sofa in the room and watch himself clean up. said that it was cleaned up, but in fact, there was nothing to do, clothes and bed sheets, and some people had cleaned up and buried them with Huang Qiao early, and the rest were the letters in the table cabinet.

Although these things are not confidential, they are also not enough for outsiders, no matter how important Uncle Li is, they are subordinates after all, and it is not appropriate to do this.

Uncle Huang is sick, it's late, and he can't bother. Moreover, Uncle Li has been following Uncle Huang, so she naturally doesn't need to worry too much. Yan Zhixian, you're just packing up.

Zhixian closed his eyes and gave himself such a hint, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already much clearer. Although this matter is cumbersome, it is not an affirmation of Uncle Huang for herself, even if she doesn't want to do it, she can't make it difficult for Aunt Fu to do it. Alas, I can only go to see Aunt Fu tomorrow.

Family letters, notes and other things have been packed separately, and Huang Qiao's things are not very many. On his desk was a book of poems in French, pressed against a handkerchief, and although the cover was a little worn, it was still square, and at a glance he knew that the master cherished it very much.

Huang Qiao didn't recognize French, Xu was given to him by Fan Zixuan. Zhixian picked it up and flipped it, and the title page was indeed written with the words "Fan Zixuan gifted".

"Miss, that book was sent back with the young master's relics." Uncle Li, who had been watching silently, suddenly said such a sentence.

Uncle Li's words are reminding her that this book has always been carried by Huang Qiao?

She had no intention of snooping on other people's privacy...

Zhixian's long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face, she closed the book and put it on top of the sorted letter, "Uncle Li, I've sorted it out." ”

Uncle Li's face couldn't see joy or anger, and he said dryly: "The master has instructed, when the young lady comes back to clean up, when will I personally send it to the master." ”

His words were obviously emotional, although Zhixian didn't want to worry about him, the fatigue after the tiring journey came out, and he picked up a pile of letters and left the room.

It's really inexplicable, even if it's under the fence, it won't look at the face of a subordinate and act... Zhixian is really tired, and this little thing won't go to her heart, but when she sent all the letters to the gold the next day, she immediately understood why Uncle Li was unhappy.

He watched Huang Qiao grow up playing children, and his affection is naturally incomparable to others, and what is remembered in this book can be regarded as Huang Qiao's humiliation for love. Although Uncle Li doesn't know French, he can guess about the same just by looking at Huang Qiao's treasure.

He regards Zhixian as an outsider, and all he thinks about is that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, but the golden hair is different, he really treats Zhixian as his own, and sees her as the Huang family.

"You are an intellectual, read it to Uncle Huang, what is written in this book and the paper sandwiched in the book?"

The blonde hair's face was sallow, and at first glance he knew that he had suffered a great blow, but he still sat up from the bed.

Zhixian hurriedly took a cushion from the sofa, stuffed it behind his back very naturally, and saw that he did not refuse, so he sat down on the chair and opened the French book.

What was written in it was Huang Qiao's army diary, and to his surprise, what was written on the paper was densely packed with French.

"She's going to get married, she's going to marry the person she's always wanted to marry, shouldn't I be dead for so many years?"

"I went to Xiaoxuan's wedding today, she smiled brightly, but I always felt that her smile was too fake and too fake, she didn't smile like this, didn't her marriage with Xu Shaozhen make her feel happy?"

"I want to kill! I still couldn't help myself and went to find her, in the Xu Mansion..."

Zhixian's hand shook slightly, and her face turned pale for a moment, and she suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

The golden hair crawled up from the bottom, how keen his observation was, he could see the change in Zhixian at once, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes: "What did he write!" ”

A piercing chill spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, and Zhixian shook his head and said, "My brother has written a few battles, and I am a little scared when I look at it. ”

There was still a somewhat pale look on her little face, as if she was really frightened, the look of the golden hair relaxed, and Zhixian picked up some trivial things and said, he heard that in the end, he was not interested, just holding on to his spirits, and quickly waved his hand to call Zhixian out.

"You let Uncle Li put these things away, needless to say, he naturally knows what to do."

Zhixian bowed his head, answered, turned around and just left the room, he pulled out two pages of stationery from the book, and hid them firmly under the shawl.

She lied to Uncle Huang... Thinking of what Huang Qiao wrote, Zhixian was a little uneasy. She has never been afraid of dirt and darkness, and if she did, she would not have become the demon concubine of the country in the history books in her previous life.

But in this life, she is Yan Zhixian, not Mo Cang!

Uncle Li seemed to be waiting for Zhixian, and he was already waiting in the hall as soon as Zhixian went downstairs.

She glanced at Uncle Li and said nothing.

Zhixian went back to the room, couldn't hold back any longer, covered his mouth and bit his lip tightly.

Huang Qiao joined the army in order to avenge Fan Zixuan.

The night he went to the Xu Mansion, it was drizzling. In that palatial living room, Huang Qiao saw not only Fan Zixuan, who he thought about day and night, but also Lu Jinxu, who was sweating like rain in her body, and the most chilling thing was Xu Shaozhen, who was slowly tasting red wine on the side.

Huang Qiao has always regarded his liking for Fan Zixuan as noble and pure, and when he sees such a scene, he is naturally crazy and generally rushes up, he writes on the paper that the most incompetent thing about himself is not that he is unable to rescue Fan Zixuan, but that he does not even have the right not to let himself see her being humiliated.

He was pressed by others, and his two eyelids were picked up by his life, just looking at this vivid picture, his heart was dripping blood drop by drop.

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