It seems that if she could really kill Shou Guogong, she would have done it a long time ago.

Tang Yanning was finally calmed down a little by her words, and couldn't help but ask why he helped her.

The woman casually tugged at the clothes that had fallen around her waist, and a casual chuckle tugged at the corners of her mouth.

wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth because he had just been slapped with Shou Guogong, and leaned lazily in front of the messy wine table.

The tail of his eyes was raised, and he casually glanced at her with his peripheral vision, and then picked up the messy wine jug on the table and drank it himself.

Tang Yanning looked at her inexplicably, and couldn't figure it out, so he stopped making a sound.

After a while, she said lightly, saying that she wanted to ask her for something, and begged her to help her visit someone when she went out.

That person is her son, Zhao Yihao.

She looks like she has no love, even if she smiles at Shou Guogong like a flower, her eyes are still cold, cold and waveless, as if she doesn't care about anything.

Only when he mentioned his son did his tone become warm, and his eyes softened, like the last shackle of his life.

Tang Yanning solemnly responded, and then asked her name and asked why she was in the Shouguo Mansion.

She laughed, only said that her name was Xue Yan, and she was auctioned off in the basement, and she didn't say anything else, and walked out of the room with a new pot of wine.

The guards by the door were afraid that they had long been accustomed to her appearance, and no one cared about her, so they glanced at her back when she left, and secretly chirped, really coquettish.

That night, there were no stars and no moon, and the sky was like thick ink, which could not be smudged no matter what, only the spring breeze still kept squirming and blowing all night.

Tang Yanning stood outside the door of the inner room, crying for a night, hating for a night, and feeling distressed for a night.

It was dawning, Shou Guogong was still asleep, she and Shuang'er changed their clothes and messed up their hair buns, pinched many blue and red marks on their bodies, and then pretended to tremble and walked out.

The guards probably had to be ordered to let her go until dawn, and coupled with the commotion last night, and the weak appearance she looks like now, the guards naturally think that their master has succeeded.

He glanced at their master and servant lightly, and let them out.

As soon as she went out, she got into Lu Jinhua's carriage, and without saying a word, she was escorted back to the Zhongyi Marquis Mansion by several maids.

She originally planned to go back cheekily and go straight to the Xiangfu to ask her father for help, but it was also blocked.

When Lu Jinhua learned that they had made Li Daitao deadlocked, he was furious, and in order to prevent Shou Guogong from discovering the clues, he imprisoned her and forbade her to step out of the Zhongyi Marquis's Mansion again.

And Shuang'er was deliberately promised by Hu Wan'er to a lame man in a remote area and made a continuation.

She still remembers Shuang'er's expressions when she was pulled away.

She carried a shriveled bag, a coarse cloth shirt, and a thin and thin figure.

So reluctant, so helpless, stubbornly kowtowed to her three times.

"Miss cherishes, Shuang'er will no longer be able to serve you in the future, you must live well and don't live up to Aunt Qiu's expectations."

Tears were strung into threads, her voice was broken and she couldn't say a complete tone, and she stumbled a few times and ran forward to pull her hands tightly.

Over and over again, she said sorry, sorry, sorry, and other than that, she really didn't know what else to say to express her feelings at that time.

Shuang'er shook her head and looked at her with teary eyes.

In order to make Shuang'er leave the house better, she quietly stuffed all the private money she had saved into Shuang'er.

Shuang'er excused, and finally pushed but couldn't, but still accepted it, and shook her hand vigorously when she was pulled away, and told her to take care of herself.

No matter how much it says, before it can be exported, the person has already disappeared into the garden.

Only the aftermath of Shuang'er lingered slightly in this dilapidated and empty garden.

It seems to be the sigh of the autumn wind.

After everyone left, she went back to the room alone and opened the note that Shuang'er had stuffed into herself.

"Miss rest assured, as long as Shuang'er has a chance to escape, she will definitely go to tell Xiangye and save you from fire and water."

Until death, Shuang'er wants to save her.

Finally, she couldn't help herself, and began to cry loudly, her voice desperate, like a howl.

Resounded throughout the Railing Garden.

The past is vivid, as if it were yesterday.

Tang Yanning's chest was stuffy, he gritted his teeth with hatred, his eyes were like quenched ice, and he subconsciously clenched the cup in his hand, and his knuckles were a little faintly white.

Gu Huaisheng didn't know what she had experienced, and he didn't know what the question just reminded her of, just looking at the monstrous hatred in her eyes, his heart seemed to be pinched.

He gently took her hand again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." ”

No matter how many doubts she has, she is now his wife.

He was willing to wait, and one day she took the initiative to mention it to him.

There was a faint warmth in the palm of his hand, and Tang Yanning's eyes with hatred just now slowly dissipated, only to realize that because of the events of his previous life, he had lost his temper for a while, and leaked a vicious expression.

She held his hand back, and her tone was a little uneasy, "You don't have to apologize, it's me, it's me who has some knots in my own heart, I know I have a lot of questions, and you must be curious, but please give me a while, let me be quiet, and then explain to you, okay?" ”

Her eyes were eager and uneasy, and her hands clutched him tightly, as if holding the last glimmer of hope.

She always knew that one day he would ask herself curiously.

She once thought that she would calmly say the things of her past life and let him choose, but for some reason, she didn't want him to know her past life more and more.

Maybe he would still choose to tolerate her as always, but she didn't want to take the risk now.

In this world, the most precious thing is sincerity, and the cheapest thing is sincerity.

She didn't know if his sincerity would be like Lu Jinhua, limited to one or two years.

Before she knew it, she was paying more and more attention to his opinion.

Gu Huaisheng got up and gently took her into his arms, gently stroked her long hair, and said: "Although I don't know what you have experienced, what you are worried about, and I don't know how to comfort you, but you can rest assured, you don't have to worry about being scared here, you don't have to be afraid, with me, no one can hurt you in the slightest, with me, you will always be my wife, the only wife!" ”

Forever...... Sole......

Such distant words, such unrealistic words, Tang Yanning categorically did not believe it in his previous life, but at this moment, he was inexplicably appeased by these words.

She buried her head deep in his arms, sniffed the familiar light ink fragrance almost greedily, and gently replied with a hum.

"I didn't expect that Xue Yan was actually Princess Min, and there was such a conspiracy hidden in the middle." She leaned into his arms and sighed softly.

No wonder when I saw her at that time, she was obviously dressed in dust and had a bewitching posture, but she always felt that there was a trace of nobility between her eyebrows.

And in that case, you can calmly help her analyze the pros and cons and let her choose.