After running in the snow for a long time, my shoes and socks were already soaked.

Chonghua sat curled up in the warm spring-like room. The little girl who opened the door stared at her for a moment.

"Where are you going?" The little girl's voice was glutinous.

Chonghua was a little cramped, so he casually lied so that the little girl didn't close the door. Nowadays, if you want to fulfill a lie, you need more lies.

The little girl in front of her is only about four or five years old. The clear eyes reflect Chonghua's rather wolfish appearance.

Chonghua was silent for a while, then smiled helplessly: "I don't remember." ”

The little girl obviously didn't believe it: "How come? How can you not remember where you are going, and how can you run out if you don't remember. ”

Chonghua looked at the little girl with a smile. In this world, she has no place to go back. She just escaped. Stay away from that ridiculous wedding. But I didn't think about where I was going to go or what I was going to do after I escaped.

"Qing'er." A warm voice came from behind him.

A clean and warm man walked in with a bowl of ginger tea.

Chonghua looked up at the man, but the man looked at Chonghua with warm eyes.

"Ginger tea, drink it to warm up first."

Chonghua bowed his head and thanked him, and took the ginger tea.

"Sir, she said she couldn't remember where she was going." Qing'er leaned over to the man and whispered the news that she had just inquired about.

The man paused, and patted Qing'er's head with a smile: "Have you ever finished writing the big characters?" ”

At the mention of the big characters, Qing'er suddenly collapsed her little face: "Not yet." ”

The man deliberately made a straight face: "If you don't finish writing today, you will send Xiaohua away." ”

Qing'er suddenly threw herself to the man's lap and shouted, "Just write this, write this, don't send Xiaohua away, sir." ”

The man nodded in a deep voice: "Then let's see later." ”

Qing'er seemed to have received a pardon, and suddenly smiled. Glancing back at Chonghua, he ran out of the room like a butterfly.

Chonghua seems to see his childhood self, and he writes his homework seriously in order to let his parents take him to the playground. At that time, life was simple and unburdened. As long as you keep in mind the neatness of the handwriting every day, you will get a lot of little red flowers. On weekends, you can go to the playground. When I went to junior high school, I worked hard for a world famous book. If you go five places ahead, you can buy a foreign novel that is an idle book for students.

Days like that...... It's been a long, long time.

Seeing that Chonghua was deep in thought, the man coughed lightly.

"This young lady, may I ask your surname?"

Chonghua raised his head slightly and looked at the man: "My name is Chonghua." ”

The man was stunned: "Chonghua? ”

Chonghua nodded, the name Ling Yuehe didn't belong to her. Moreover, the marriage between the Ling Mansion and the Tongjiang Royal Mansion made the city boiling. If her identity is revealed, maybe this person will send her back to the Ling Mansion.

The man smiled faintly: "It's a good name." ”

After that, I remembered that I should introduce myself, and I was a little embarrassed to straighten my clothes.

"In Xia Dongfang Xu, he is a teacher at Mingde College."

Chonghua looked at Dongfang Xu. I heard Qing'er call him sir. I thought it was a gentleman from a rich family, but who would have thought that he was really teaching at school.

For the profession of teacher, Chonghua does not have too much love. After all, it is rare for modern teachers to really have a benevolent heart.

But in ancient times, those who could be gentlemen had real talents and real learning.

Chonghua stood up and saluted Dongfang Xu: "Mr. Xie Dongfang took in the little girl." ”

Dongfang Xu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly returned the salute with a red face: "Where, the work of raising your hands, the work of raising your hands." ”

Chonghua sat back in the chair, holding ginger tea in his hand, but he was thinking about how to let Dongfang Xu stay with her for one night. Think about what the next steps are.

Little did she know it, just as she decided where to go next. The Ling Mansion has become a mess.

The originally joyful marriage turned into a funeral in an instant.

The bride's procession was intercepted by someone who came from nowhere. Not a single living mouth was left.

When Mrs. Ling heard the news, she fainted on the spot. It took half an hour to save a life. When I woke up, I didn't eat or drink, but just leaned down and wept silently.

Her daughter was killed by her after all.

Ling Yuehua is her daughter, how can she not know if she is a mother.

Ling Yuehe's every move was under her control. The two girls conspired to steal the beams and change the pillars on the day of marriage, which she also acquiesced to.

She knew that her daughter was devoted to the prince of Tongjiang, and she did not have no hope that the gods would exchange it unconsciously, and when the wood was completed, her daughter would be able to make the plan of the princess of the king of Tongjiang.

But who would have thought that Ling Yuehua happily sat in a sedan chair, but it was not Tongjiang Wangfu that she went.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is unacceptable to anyone.

Ling Shangshu didn't have the heart to appease his wife's grief at this time. Tongjiang Wangfu found that the bride was not Miss Ling Er at the scene of the bloodbath. Zhou Wenyuan was now sitting in the Ling Mansion with a gloomy face, waiting for Ling Shangshu to give him an explanation.

When he learned the news of the attack on the welcoming party, for a moment, he felt pity.

That Second Miss Ling was a rare and interesting person. Although his goal of marrying was achieved, Zhou Wenyuan felt a pity for sacrificing such an interesting woman in vain.

originally wanted to compensate Ling Mansion and bury her beautifully. But Jinghua Shuiyue, who went to collect the corpse, reported that it was not Miss Ling Er who was sitting in the sedan chair.

After a moment of shock, Zhou Wenyuan unexpectedly felt relieved.

This can be regarded as providence.

Thinking like this, Zhou Wenyuan killed the Ling Mansion under the banner of wanting to confess, forcing Ling Shangshu to hand over the second Miss Ling who had dropped the bag. But Jinghua Shuiyue searched through the entire Ling Mansion, but she didn't see Miss Ling Er.

Once suspected that it was the mother-in-law who disposed of Miss Ling Er in order to marry her daughter into the Tongjiang Palace. However, the testimony that came up mentioned that there was a maid who volunteered to guard the courtyard when the welcoming procession arrived. Everyone came back after watching the excitement, but found that the courtyard was empty.

I thought it was the little maid who was lazy, but after asking, I found that no one knew the maid at all.

Zhou Wenyuan lowered his eyelashes and slowly stroked the wrench on his thumb.

Ling Shangshu sat across from him, as if he was being pressed by a thousand catties of large stones. That feeling of suffocation, I really can't imagine that it is brought by such a young person.

"In this way, the grandfather's fiancée is still alive. This is gratifying. Zhou Wenyuan's voice was cold.

Ling Shangshu shuddered for no reason. The voice is stuck in his throat, but it can't come out.

No matter what Ling Shangshu's expression was, Zhou Wenyuan smiled faintly: "It's rare for you to take a fancy to you, how can Ling Shangshu be willing to marry Second Miss Ling to me?" ”

Ling Shangshu was bloodless at this time, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Where did he go to find that runaway daughter?!

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