"Since you were a child, when did your sister lie to you?" Hua Fei asked lightly.

The original owner is in her thirties, and she has always been reluctant to find someone to start a family, because she doesn't have a fancy to it, and she doesn't want to settle.

"That's ...... too" The owner touched his chin and thought to himself, nodded, and said: "In this case, it's not too early, my sister is tired from a day's journey, so let's go down and rest first." ”

"Okay, then my sister will go back to the house first, brother, don't think too much, rest early, and discuss something tomorrow." Hua Fei also nodded, said goodbye to the owner, turned around and walked to the door of the study, picked up the door and walked out.

The butler was standing at the door of the study.

Seeing Hua Fei come out, the housekeeper hurriedly greeted Hua Fei, put on the lamp for Hua Fei, and sent Hua Fei back to the courtyard where the original owner lived in the past.

Everything in the courtyard is still the same as the year when the original owner left Lingyue Villa, and everything is still as familiar as the original owner's impression.

Passing through the courtyard, I pushed open the door and walked into the house, a faint fragrance came to my nose, and the furniture in the room was cleaned up.

Looking at everything in this room, it looks like someone only lived in it yesterday.

But the faint fragrance in the air seemed to tell Hua Fei that the owner of this room had always lived here.

Yes, Lingyue Villa has always been the home of the original owner.

No matter where she goes, how far away from home she is, as long as she returns to Lingyue Villa, there will always be space for her in the village.

Hua Fei closed the door, walked to the beaded curtain separating the bed from the bath in the room, stretched out his hand to open the beaded curtain and walked in, and a steaming pool of water came into view.

Hua Fei took off her cumbersome and heavy clothes, stepped into the pool, and began to wash away the fatigue of herself.

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Hua Fei lay down on the bed after bathing, and it was already midnight.

It's a June day, the moonlight is cut into the shape of a window and shines into the house, and fireflies fly over the courtyard from time to time, giving people a feeling of dead of night.

On the other side, next to a weed pile in a ruined temple.

Su Liyi looked at Lu Qinghe who was lying on the weeds and whispering with a worried face, holding a white handkerchief in his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from Lu Qinghe's forehead from time to time.

During the day, Su Liyi Lu Qinghe fled from the teahouse, and the ankle of Lu Qinghe's right foot was shot by Hua Fei with a silver needle, and he fell into a coma on the way to escape.

Su Liyi worked hard to bring Lu Qinghe here.

Because of the poison on the silver needle, Lu Qinghe's foot was already swollen at this time.

Su Liyi herself is a daughter, but she can't do it, and she can't think of helping him suck out the poison on his feet and help him bandage it by the way.

is really as Hua Fei said, Lu Qinghe is already difficult to protect himself, so he still has the strength to rob his house and do some bad things such as burning, killing and plundering.

"Brother Qinghe, don't scare me, you must wake up, I can't lose your ......" Su Liyi stroked Lu Qinghe's tightly locked brows with one hand, and muttered, speaking in an obvious crying voice.

She was scared and overwhelmed, and she was very sad to see Lu Qinghe injured.

Seriously, she had never been so sad when her mother died.

In the middle of the night, Su Liyi wanted to go outside to get a doctor and come back to treat Lu Qinghe.

But she was afraid that after she left, what would happen if there were wild dogs or something coming in in the middle of the night to bite her brother Qinghe?

So Su Liyi accompanied Lu Qinghe, wiped Lu Qinghe's sweat all night with a silk, and cried all night, almost blinding his eyes.