"So, what the hell is going on tonight"? It was useless to entangle in the past, and Xue Ling didn't want to waste his lips and tongue with Qi Qingyi. It's really not good, she took her things and now goes out, and she can find an inn for a few nights.

Qi Qingyi slowly picked up the teacup that had just been pushed by Mrs. Qi, and said as if chatting with Xue Ling: "It's me who is angry with my father, what happened back then, he was a civil official, how could he save the mansion from falling." If you don't pay attention to it, the life of this house is no different from that of the Song family. ”

Wei Yi's death flashed in front of his eyes, and Xue Ling thought that Qi Qingyi was saying that Qi Shiyan was not wrong, but instead his attitude became arrogant, and said: "What Princess Chen said is that in this case, you will be the first year of junior high school, and I will be Xue Ling the fifteenth." No one can blame anyone. ”

Qi Qingyi was stunned, I don't know why Xue Ling suddenly changed his tone, the hand holding the tea bowl paused slightly, and said, "You are right, no one can complain about anyone." It's just self-inflicted." After being silent for a while, he looked at Xue Ling again and said, "I want to tell you tonight, no matter what my father has done, he is already like this." The mother plans to return to her hometown soon, if there is a case, it will be good to return to the roots. ”

Xue Ling turned his head sideways and said nothing. Last time, Qi Shiyan dismissed the official, and he was bent on escaping from this place, but he really stopped him. But at this moment and that time, she really didn't want to kill Qi Shiyan.

Qi Qingyi waited for a while, and when he saw that Xue Ling didn't answer, he twisted the handkerchief in his hand and said: "The Qi family is in such a situation, there is actually no difference between you marrying the Jiang family from here and marrying the Jiang family from the palace. Luo'er, just sell me a favor, and one day, I will pay you back with my husband. ”

Qi Qingyi's tone was heavy, but he couldn't hear much sadness. Now that she knew the past, she thought she was familiar with Xue Ling's temperament, thinking that this third sister might not be willing to let the Qi family leave, so she waited here for a long time tonight, hoping that the two parties would be good.

After all, it is his own father, not to mention the innocent mother and young sister. Qi Qingyi also regretted his panic, that night, he shouldn't have talked to Daddy like that, this world is Wei Long's. Others are just pawns in the game, how many can generals?

Xue Ling only heard the sentence "return with your husband". Wei Yi is dead, how can he pay it back? Turning his head to look at Qi Qingyi, it is rare that he has not shed tears today, and most of them have grown up. But what is there in Chen Wangfu that can be taken out to repay the favor? She looked down and saw the location of Qi Qingyi's lower abdomen through the table. If the piece of meat is still there, there may be something to be returned.

Qi Qingyi was puzzled at first, followed Xue Ling's gaze to himself, and immediately understood, but he didn't speak, only smiled sadly, turned his face away, and no longer looked at Xue Ling. Xue Ling finally couldn't bear it, and felt that his behavior just now was too hurtful, so he softened his tone and said: "I didn't want anything, it's better for you to leave Beijing earlier." ”

The two finally finished talking about the Qi family, which was nothing more than that Mrs. Qi wanted to take the family away, lest Xue Ling want to kill them all, I don't know what to do, Qi Qingyi and Xue Ling have a little affection, and they are the eldest daughter in the family, so they came to say something good. The two of them have hatred in their hearts, but they don't want to hurt people too much, so they inevitably shrink from each other, and a conversation is sometimes tense, sometimes low, and the atmosphere is really embarrassing.

Since he decided to leave, only the matter of Xue Ling's relationship with the Jiang family needs to be dealt with. It's not a difficult thing, the precedent of marrying from his sister's mansion, Liang Guo is not without it, and Xue Ling doesn't care about these red tapes. What's more, it doesn't matter so much whether you marry or not now, and the ridiculous words and deeds of that day were just misunderstanding Jiang Hong spreading rumors and wanting to disgust the old man.

Qi Qingyi had other plans. She didn't know the origin, she only knew about the Xue family back then, and the Jiang family didn't make a lot of contributions. The third sister - Luo'er - the son of Xue Yihan, married into the Jiang family, what is it for?

In other words, what is Xue Ling's painstaking calculation of the Qi family for? But Qi Qingyi didn't ask, only talked about some marriage matters, and said that it would not be less decent. Xue Ling also replied casually. At the end of the conversation, the two were relatively speechless for a while.

Xue Ling saw that Qi Qingyi still had no intention of leaving, swallowed a sip of tea and said, "That night, I didn't mean to." After speaking, he lowered his head and did not explain more. She had asked herself countless times, thinking that if she could return to that night, there would be a different ending.

No, a thousand more times, she will still go out and kill that person, maybe more ruthlessly.

"Huh". Qi Qingyi chuckled, of course she knew that she should have left a long time ago, but she sat here and didn't want to move, not to wait for Xue Ling to explain. After all, when she first learned that she was pregnant, she thought that the child probably wouldn't survive.

Xue Ling was just a little bit of hope that came out of the middle, she held it carefully, but in fact, it was just the last copper plate in the gambler's hand. The reason why it is pinched so tightly is not that it is waiting for a turnover, but more because it is waiting for a complete loss.

What people fear is often not despair, but the glimmer of despair, because you don't know when it will be completely extinguished. It's better to start with the boundless darkness, and it's more enjoyable.

But no matter how unhappy you are, now you are happy, after all, the tight rope has been completely broken. The occasional heartache is better than the fear of days and nights. So much so that she couldn't tell whether she was sad that she didn't get what she wanted, or glad that she didn't have to be delusional.

"Luo'er doesn't have to mind, I said it earlier, it's me." Qi Qingyi paused, she had something to say, she didn't say it.

The scattered Bodhi on the ground has not yet been picked up, and the white jade grains are embellished on the green bricks, reflecting the luster of the candle flame, revealing a bit of wind and moon flavor. It seems that the atmosphere in this room is not miserable, but beautiful.

Qi Qingyi got up from the chair, picked up the scattered beads one by one, and carved the eight treasures on the top, groping carefully at the fingertips, she seemed to be able to hear the melodious bell chime of the Hidden Buddha Temple, and in a magnificent sound, her husband slept peacefully among the loess.

It's just that in the solemnity, a female voice interjected inappropriately, "Sister, my mother is dead, guess how she died"? Princess Yongle asked Qi Qingyi with a sweet smile, it really looked like a three-year-old child after amnesia.

Without waiting for her to answer, Princess Yongle's hand touched Qi Qingyi's lower abdomen. I don't know if it's because of the cold weather in those days, that hand is colder than an ice cube, and through a few layers of brocade, it still stimulates Qi Qingyi to shrink a little.

Looking at each other again, Princess Yongle's facial features were distorted, and she gritted her teeth: "She died violently, you say, why did she die violently?" Why did she die violently"? Saying that, he pushed Qi Qingyi hard, but fortunately there was a chair behind her, so that she would not fall to the ground.

"You say, why did my mother die violently? Why did you die violently"? Princess Yongle pressed forward step by step, Qi Qingyi looked out of the door in a panic, and wanted to call someone, but a mother-in-law rushed up and held her hands and feet, and stuffed a rag into her mouth.

"No one will come, Princess Chen, why did my mother die violently?" Princess Yongle paced back and forth in front of Qi Qingyi, sometimes pointing at Qi Qingyi's face, and sometimes touching her chest, but there was only this tossing and turning sentence in her mouth.

Qi Qingyi struggled for a long time, knowing that he was powerless to return to the sky, and finally stopped moving, tears wet his entire face.

The mouth is frightened muttering: "You don't have amnesia......"