It's Zhuang Daiqing.

Sinan looked at her, and she also looked at this side, and the two looked at each other and didn't speak.

Zhuang Daiqing was thinner than in prison, with high cheekbones on her cheeks, red eye circles, and her eyes were a little swollen from long-term tears. She wore a filial piety dress, and her long black hair only brought a plain white hairpin, Sinan felt that this was much better than in the palace.

Sinan followed her into the house, it was a side hall of the wing, very exquisitely furnished, Sinan passed by other rooms when he walked through the corridor, there was a mess inside, because the incident happened suddenly, and the emperor's holy decree to copy the house was also unexpected for the Zhuang family.

But this room is different, it seems that no one has ever come, Sinan doesn't know if it has been cleaned by Zhuang Daiqing, the room is filled with a faint fragrance of jasmine, and the bedding on the innermost bed in the room has not been folded, maintaining the appearance of the master when he left.

Zhuang Daiqing motioned for Sinan to sit down, and she saw several spiritual seats on the high table at the front, which were Zhuang Daiqing's parents and relatives.

The room was quiet, so the sound of tea in the cup was particularly crisp.

"This room, angry that my father never let me in." Zhuang Daiqing pushed the teacup to Sinan's side, and her voice was as light as the thin moonlight, "I've always been curious, but I don't dare to disobey my father, after I came back that day, I entered this room, and it wasn't until that day that I didn't know the reason why he didn't let me in." ”

Sinan took the tea, raised his eyes to look at her, and waited for the following.

Zhuang Daiqing slowly walked to the opposite cabinet, took out scrolls from it, and walked to the table again, unfolding them one by one.

"This is the ...... that my father drew when he was an official in the court."

It was a picture of a beauty, painted with a beautiful woman smiling and smiling, beautiful eyes flowing, looking at the little rabbits selling on the stalls on the crowded streets.

Si Nan frowned slightly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhuang Daiqing unfolded the next one again, and said softly: "This is the ...... made on the night my father married my mother."

In the painting, she is still the same beauty, she is seated in a group of guests, wearing a pale pink dress palace dress, compared to the woman in the previous painting, there is a woman's unique gentle atmosphere between the eyebrows, even the aunt can feel her smile through the painting full of this seductive charm.

Sinan's gaze was on the painting, and his brows furrowed even tighter, this person ...... So familiar.

Zhuang Daiqing looked at Sinan's expression silently, and unfolded the last painting scroll, "This is made by my father when your mother got married, and it is also his favorite painting......

It's still the same woman, but the two positions are reversed, the painting is full of bright red, the woman is dressed in a decent and dignified wedding dress, with a red hijab on her head, and next to her is a very happy smiling Si Cheng.

The owners of these three paintings are really her mother......

Zhuang Daiqing's eyes fell on the painting scroll, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, and he didn't know whether to laugh at himself or be relieved, "I passed by this place when I was a child, and I wanted to go in and have a look, but I was beaten by my father who passed by, and since then he has never allowed me to get close to this place, I didn't expect ......"

Zhuang Daiqing smiled silently, Sinan looked at the three paintings, his eyes were slightly dull - it turned out that Zhuang Daiqing's father liked her mother.

"Heh," Si Nan flicked the paintings casually with his hand, and said with a smile: "So, what do you mean by showing me these things?" ”

Zhuang Daiqing glanced at her and lowered her head, they knew each other in their hearts, but she still had to say this.

"My father...... My father may have been jealous and destroyed the Nalan clan. ”

Jealousy, love but can't be, obsession for many years, so people's hearts also become ugly.

Sinan raised his eyebrows, his expression clear.

Zhuang Daiqing seemed embarrassed, lowered her head slightly, and then said in a muffled voice: "I apologize to you for what the Zhuang family has done, my father ......"

It seems that the dealer family has been destroyed, and she can somewhat understand the feelings of Sinan when the Nalan clan was slaughtered, and his father's affairs really made her feel ashamed.

"If the apology is useful, you have to ......," Sinan paused, "Do you want the yamen voice to use?" ”

Zhuang Daiqing's head hung lower.

"You might as well tell me something useful compared to that."

It's not that Sinan doesn't care about this, but it's useless to dwell on it now, even if the owner of the dealer is dug out of the grave, what's the point?

"I know." Zhuang Daiqing sighed, walked to the table again, and took out a booklet from the drawer.

"This is what I found in this room, my father's diary." As he spoke, Zhuang Daiqing turned the book to one of the pages and pushed it in front of Sinan, "This is the closest article to the date of the destruction of the Nalan family, take a look." ”

Si Nan's pupils shrank, and the movements of taking the diary were a little unnaturally stiff, although she had been investigating the matter of the destruction of the Nalan clan for so long, it was the first time she had directly accepted the information of the year of the incident, how could she not be nervous.

The paper of the book is very thin, because it has been in the drawer for a long time, the pages have a smell, and the paper is a little yellowed, but you can still see the words on it.

Sinan read it word by word, carefully and carefully, for fear of missing any key content.

As her eyes continued to look down, the more she looked at her, the wider her eyes widened - perhaps, the Nalan clan could still be saved!

Sinan carefully read the key paragraph carefully: When the Nalan family was slaughtered, there was a teenager who escaped, and it was Nalan Zhe, the youngest son of the three masters. That night, when he went out to play and came home, when the officers and soldiers found him, he had already left under the cover of the retainers of Nalan Mansion.

The officers and soldiers searched the entire Nalan Mansion, but they didn't see the iron-blooded tiger talisman that was said to command the strongest army of the Great Liang Kingdom, and the answer was obvious, the tiger talisman was on Nalan Zhe. The emperor was furious and immediately ordered that Nalan Zhe should be chased back regardless of the ends of the earth!

But after so many years, there has been no news of Nalan Zhe, and over time, when the affairs of the Nalan clan were calmed down, the court diluted the matter, but Nalan Zhe's existence was a secret, and Fu Hong never stopped chasing him.

Si Nan's fingers lit on the pamphlet for a while, and he smiled coldly: "In other words, Nalan Zhe is the last survivor of the Nalan family?" ”

"That's right." Zhuang Daiqing nodded, and said: "At that time, my father also sent people to chase and kill, but to no avail, and every time the people sent out by the imperial court returned empty-handed, no one knew where he was hiding." ”

Si Nan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked with a little interest-this kid is quite able to hide.

"In other words, the Iron Blood Tiger Talisman is on him, and if you want to know what this thing is, you will know to find him?"

"Yes."

Sinan thought about it, and directly received the booklet into his hand, "I know the matter, as for your conditions, I will also help you achieve it, the plan is going well, and it won't be long before you can help the entire dealer avenge it." ”

Sinan got up and just wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhuang Daiqing, "Wait! ”

"I just know one thing......" She bit her lower lip, as if she couldn't speak, and hesitated for a long time, but still said: "Sinan, my son is ...... Still alive? ”

"I know I shouldn't have asked this, but I'm his mother, and his safety is my biggest concern, they all say that the royal family is ruthless, but blood is not something that power and money can change at will." Zhuang Daiqing pursed her lips and waited for Sinan's next words.

Sinan was stunned, she could more or less understand Zhuang Daiqing's feelings, after all, as a mother, if Si Zihuai was out of something, she would definitely be worried.

She lowered her head and said in a slightly low voice: "He...... Should still be alive. ”

"What?!" Zhuang Daiqing was stunned at first, then she stepped forward and grabbed Sinan's hand, her trembling voice was nervous and excited, "Is what you said true?" Wen Lang he, is he really alive? He didn't die! ”

Sinan glanced at the other party and took his hand, and the latter let go slightly, but still looked at her expectantly.

Sinan sighed, "It should be Si Meng who saved him." ”

It is said that the fox has nine lives, and she lost one life to save her Ruyi Langjun, a business that is sure to make money without losing money.

Si Meng, Si Meng!

Zhuang Daiqing was very excited, she was not optimistic about Si Meng before, but now it seems that she really has some ability, but after being happy, worries came to her heart.

"Sinan, since Wen Lang has paid the price for his mistakes, can you ......?"

Sinan knew what she was going to say, but he only glanced at her with a cold voice: "If he can stop and stay and don't come back to provoke me, I naturally won't provoke me, but if he still wants to compete with me......"

Sinan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his scattered smile had a dangerous aura: "Don't blame me for being rude." ”

Zhuang Daiqing subconsciously shrank a step, because she didn't know if Fu Wenlang would make a comeback, but with her son's character.

Looking at the back of Sinan leaving, she thought silently in her heart, hoping that Wen Lang would not be impulsive......

……

In the middle of the night, on the snow-capped mountain plateau, the biting cold wind carried the sharp ice slag like a knife, and the hard and cold snow accumulated layer after layer, and every step seemed to consume all the strength of the body.

Si Meng carried Fu Wenlang all the way down the mountain to the top of the mountain, her clothes were cut out of countless bloody wounds, her originally fair and delicate face was also bloodstained, she opened her chapped lips and barely spit out a few words.

"Wen Lang, hold on for a while, and you'll be ...... soon" The words were uttered without a bit of haze.

"Wen Lang, I can't sleep, I must, I will definitely save you, believe me......"

Si Meng was talking to himself to cheer himself up, and the steps that were originally prostrating and stumbling under his feet began to be strong, victory was just around the corner, how could he give up easily.

Finally, she climbed to the top of the mountain, the wind and snow were even stronger, and the snowflakes blown by the cold wind blurred her vision, but the dark abyss-like hole not far away still made her heart tremble.

Si Meng pursed her lips, carried Fu Wenlang on her shoulders, and took a step forward, no matter what would happen after entering, for the sake of her husband's life, she had to give it a try!