It was already half an hour later in the Yuqiao rotary room. When Chu Yun saw her come in, she hurriedly got up and saluted, Yuqiao didn't say much, sat down straight, took a sip of Yanghe Chun Green offered by Yingxue, and suddenly her lips were fragrant, and there was a warmth down her throat, so she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chu Yun.

Chu Yun Shishi stepped forward and said: "According to Miss's instructions, I brought some people to wait in front of the door of Master Fang's mansion early at night, and I didn't relax my vigilance for a moment, not to the second watch, as Miss said, there were four or five people in black who climbed onto the roof, and it was a bit of a flying wall, and I was about to beat the gong and drum and shout loudly."

"How?" Yu Qiao was hearing the trembling place in his heart, but when he saw that he stopped talking, he hurriedly asked.

Chu Yun's face was different at this time, and his words were also incomprehensible: "That Fang family is also weird, it seems that it has been expected and made sufficient preparations, and for a while, the red cage is high, but there are twenty or thirty people holding torches, illuminated brightly, like the blue sky and white sun, all holding sticks, those few people in black probably didn't think it was such a battle, panicked their legs and feet, hugged their heads and scurried, although they were covered in bruises, they still escaped." ”

After he finished speaking, he actually wanted to ask the young lady how she knew that this would happen tonight, but seeing that her face was pale and solemn, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry, so he pursed his lips, hid the doubt in his heart, said goodbye, and quickly walked out of the room.

Absent-mindedly, let Cai Fu serve her to remove her makeup, wash, undress, and then enter the bed, Yu Qiao leaned on the pillow, thinking about the Fang family, ordinary people can't see any clues, but she is a person who has gone through two lives, such a shocking change, it really makes people feel weird.

It's not the same as it used to be.

In the past, there was no liveliness of the family banquet, no splendor of fireworks, and no strategy of Miss Fang's family, many unknown things were quietly changing.

After a long time, Cai Fu put on her clothes, yawned and quietly lifted the curtain into the room, and dimmed the wick of the lamp and candle, but she heard it as if she had nothing, behind the veil of the Arhat bed, her own young lady sighed lowly.

Goodbye father, it's like a world away.

The last picture that my father froze in his mind was still the dilapidated thatched hut frozen like an ice cellar, the rope bed and the tile stove, he was so skinny, dying lying there covered with a thin quilt, cloudy eyes with old tears, looking at Yuqiao with the last trace of clarity, and murmuring with pity: "Yuqiao, I have wronged you by leaving you alone to suffer this suffering in the world!" ”

That would be Yuqiao's soul was shattered, and she was grief-stricken, if she didn't think about her father, for herself, she would have a coffin and a place to settle down, and she would have gone with him immediately.

Now, my father, in the prime of life, has a slender posture, wearing a dark brocade robe, with a majestic and talented look. He lowered his head and admired the unfinished Xuemei picture on the bookcase, then looked sideways at Yuqiao, and shook his head with a smile: "I've been sick for a few days, but my kung fu painting plum is much weaker." ”

"How so?" Yuqiao asked in a trembling voice, hiding that she looked down at the painting, but her eyes were moist and hazy, and she couldn't see it clearly, so she didn't care about it. It's just that the heart in the body seems to be twisted fiercely, jumping wildly, making people breathless.

As if seeing that there was a difference in the posture of this goddess, Mrs. Chu swept sharply with eagle eyes, turned his gaze to the painting again, and commented: "The composition layout is exquisite, the branches of the plum are straight, the wind bones are enough, and the branches are softer, which gives people a unique sense of ingenuity, but this flower is incomprehensible." That is, it is not soft and thin, nor stretching and lively, which makes people feel stiff and rigid, and the picture is real and empty, and the view is boring. ”

When he said this, he picked up the pen, circled the flower outline with light ink on the side branches, and then lightly dotted the yellow powder in the heart of the flower, and sprinkled some grass green between the flowers or branches at will, and immediately the whole painting was like a new look, and the prosperous atmosphere was full of strong and unyielding, but indifferent and super-easy, and she jumped on the paper.

"I thought that you were still angry about me and your stepmother, but when I heard about yesterday's family banquet, I knew that you were broad-minded and had already let go, so you must not be troubled or wronged by this matter, now let's hear it, there is always a father to support you, so you don't have to hide it from me."

Putting down the pen, Mrs. Chu Zhengse looked at her daughter, who was raised in the palm of her hand and was beautiful and beautiful, looking at her tears, as if she was sad and unhappy, she was really like a flower that she had just drawn with a pen, and it was not too much to pity people, and she only begged her not to suffer from the frozen plum.

Yuqiao really wanted to just throw herself into her father's warm arms, hugging his waist tightly as when she was a child, and turning all the sour and hardships she had suffered in her previous life into teardrops.

It's a pity that Yuqiao is no longer a child with yellow hair and drooping hair, and he can cry as much as he wants in his father's arms without any scruples, and laugh whenever he wants.

Her already out of the pavilion posture, like a new and tender hibiscus out of the water, curled waist, light as smoke and fog, such a girl to be married, was blocked by the shame, suppressed the mood, just Wu Zizi there tears secretly, sobbing and choking for a long time before stopping.

When she calmed down, she realized that Mrs. Chu, who was full of wealth, the prince of the pope and the ministers of the people, was looking anxious, full of distress, rubbing his hands and feet at a loss, and he didn't know how to be a good father with this girl.

But he couldn't help but laugh with tears in his eyes. Mrs. Chu breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "I always thought you were a calm person, but you were also a crying and anxious person." What is it that provokes you to do this? ”

Yuqiao said a thousand words, but I don't know where to start, such as complaining about rebirth, afraid that my father will only talk about ghosts and gods, laughed, hesitated, she just looked around, and said seriously: "Father doesn't know, a few days ago I went to Puji Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and when I transcribed the scriptures in the meditation room, I was inadvertently sleepy and had a rather strange dream. ”

"How's that going wrong?" Seeing that Yuqiao didn't seem to be laughing, Mrs. Chu's expression also froze.

"I actually dreamed of the monk who came to the house to make a fortune, he said that he had a meal, and he couldn't bear to see the Chu family hula like a mansion, and wanted to point out his daughter one or two, if the father thought it was nonsense, just don't say it." Yuqiao carefully looked at her father's eyebrows and eyes, speculating on his expression, if she was a little impatient, she would no longer say that she would go down, and then think of a way.

"Tell me more!" Mrs. Chu's face was shocked, and he couldn't help sighing: "When the monk left, he did tell me that he would repay this kindness in the future when the Chu family was extremely desolate." ”