The carriage had already gone far away, and Qing'er was still holding Jun Yu's hand tightly, trembling.

Jun Yu just sat and closed his eyes to recuperate, without asking or persuading.

After a long time, Qing'er calmed down herself, and rubbed twice on Jun Yu's hand that was pinched red by her: "Does it hurt?" ”

Jun Yu held her hand and did not answer.

Qing'er hesitated, and said cautiously: "I don't know that woman......"

Jun Yu opened his eyes and looked at her: "Half a year ago, the Song family was beheaded all over the house, and some rough servants were not guilty of death, and they were sent and sold after being punished with a cane. Listening to the woman's tone just now, she should be one of them. ”

Qing'er subconsciously sat up straight: "The Song family is full of beheading? You mean my parents ......"

Jun Yu narrowed his eyes: "You don't know? ”

Qing'er was stunned, and she was about to think of a way to round this sentence, but it was too late.

After a moment of panic, she quickly calmed down, and there was a kind of fearless relief in her heart.

When Jun saw her like this, he showed a playful smile: "You don't know the old servants of the Song family, and you don't know about the Song family's murders." ”

"Yes." Qing'er met his gaze and smiled.

Jun Yu continued: "Earlier you said that you didn't know Li Heng, and at that time I thought you didn't want to recognize him, but now it seems-"

Qing'er calmly continued: "I didn't lie, I really don't know." ”

Jun Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, full of interest: "It is said that Miss Song Si is taciturn, sentimental, and frail and sickly since she was a child, and she has almost never seen outsiders in the boudoir. ”

Qing'er blinked her eyes and looked innocent: "I'm very noisy, and I often annoy you." ”

"Not only that, but you've also learned martial arts." Jun Yu added in a deep voice.

Qing'er was stunned for a long time, and looked down at her hand suspiciously: "I know martial arts?" Didn't you? ”

Jun Yu smiled, and the paper fan in his hand "snapped" under Qing'er's neck: "So, who are you?" ”

Qing'er laughed "sneer", reached out and grabbed the other end of the fan, turned around and looked at Jun Yu's eyes seriously: "Why did you forget again?" I'm your Qing'er! ”

Jun Yu's face changed slightly.

If it was just a joking pretending to be serious just now, then at this moment, Qing'er was very sure that he was really angry.

But she had no choice but to look at him calmly.

After a while, Jun Yu relaxed again and looked away: "Give you a chance, explain!" ”

Qing'er pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "What is there to explain?" I'm not Song Qiongzhang in the first place! ”

Jun Yu raised his head and looked at her fixedly for a while, and suddenly smiled again: "Yes, they all recognize the wrong person." ”

"That's it," Qing'er immediately came to her senses, "I'm not Song Qiongzhang at all, what do her things do, what does it have to do with me!" ”

Jun Yu smiled and took her hand again: "It really has nothing to do with you." You can rest for a while, we still have half an hour to get home. ”

Qing'er nodded, leaned obediently into his arms, and closed her eyes.

Jun Yu held her two hands in her palms and played with them nonchalantly.

Her fingers were slender and white, soft as bones, and she didn't look like she had practiced martial arts at all. The hideous bloody scab on his left wrist had faded, revealing the new pink flesh underneath, and the marks of the previous cut wrist could be clearly seen.

In the gaps of the pink scars, there was a slight bulge of skin the size of a grain of rice, and the color around it was slightly darker than in the middle.

That's what an old scar looks like.