In the evening, Ling Zhishuang returned to Fengguo Mansion with Ling Jiantong and Gong Chuyue, got off the carriage, and entered the courtyard at the entrance of the mansion's 'gate', and saw Mu Jinghong, who had been waiting for a long time. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ.

The pale white figure standing in the afterglow of the sunset is really beautiful.

As soon as Ling Jiantong saw Mu Jinghong, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but tilt up, Mu Jinghong walked in front of Ling Zhishuang and greeted him politely: "Madam." ”

Ling Zhi glanced at Ling Jiantong sideways, then smiled and said, "Seventh Prince, I took Jiantong to the City God Temple today, and I came back a little later, so you waited for a long time, right?" ”

Mu Jinghong smiled indifferently and shook his head: "No, I have just arrived." ”

Ling Zhishuang also came from a young age, she naturally took Gong Chuyue's hand with interest, and then said, "Yue'er, you accompany your mother to the kitchen to see if the soup I ordered is ready?" ”

Gong Chuyue glanced at Ling Jiantong and Mu Jinghong, then lowered her eyes, and helped Ling Zhishuang to walk towards the kitchen.

In the courtyard, only the two of them were left.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows until they were finally woven together.

Ling Jiantong likes to put her ear to Mu Jinghong's 'chest', so that she can hear very clearly that there is a strong heartbeat coming from the atrium, and the pattern of one after another makes her feel very relieved.

She closed her eyes slightly and called out softly.

Mu Jinghong's chin rested on her little head, his right hand stroked her long hair, and the warm smile at the corner of his 'lips' gradually faded: "Are you tired of going out for a day today?" ”

Ling Jiantong nodded very vigorously, hugged his waist with both arms, and muttered, "Madame went to the City God Temple today to make a vow, and we also asked for three prayer belts and threw them on the tree." ”

"Prayer belt? What have you written? ”

Ling Jiantong smiled, then raised his head restlessly, staring at Mu Jinghong with a pair of hidden starry eyes and slyly smiled: "Guess, don't you know me best?" ”

Mu Jinghong's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he thought seriously for a while, and then said tentatively: "Long life and 100 years old, a lifetime without worry?" ”

"What, would I write such a boring wish?" Ling Jiantong was a little angry, and his small fist slammed on Mu Jinghong's shoulder in protest.

"What's that? You might as well tell me personally. ”

Ling Jiantong's cheeks flushed, she broke free from Mu Jinghong's embrace, and said mysteriously: "Forget it, it won't work if you say it, I still count on the gods to bless me." ”

"Oh, by the way, I had nothing to do at the City God Temple and bought this." Ling Jiantong suddenly remembered, so he took out two piccolos from his arms and shook them in front of Mu Jinghong's eyes.

Mu Jinghong looked at the red 'color' peach 'flower' knot tied on the piccolo, smiled and asked: "Eyes, you are really impatient, we haven't gotten married yet, you even bought this." ”

Ling Jiantong raised his eyebrows, looked at the polished 'fine' piccolo, and his face was full of doubt: "What do you mean?" What does this mean? ”

Mu Jinghong 'pulled' out one of them, pinched the peach 'flower' knot and explained to Ling Jiantong: "In our Tianyuan Country, if a man or a woman has a token tied with a peach 'flower' knot, it is a husband and wife. ”

Well? And this is exquisite?

Mu Jinghong leaned over and approached Ling Jiantong's ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Eyes, are you hinting that I should marry you?" ”

Ling Jiantong's cheeks were flushed, and almost subconsciously pushed Mu Jinghong away, clenching the piccolo in his hand nervously, and even stammering nervously: "I didn't know there was this tradition at all, and I bought this because I would play the song you gave me, and I just wanted to surprise you, you ...... Don't think crooked. ”

The loss in Mu Jinghong's eyes flashed, too, how could her attitude and thoughts change so quickly?

"It's okay, what I like in my eyes is excellent, I accepted it, but, as your master, I want to hear if your music is really practiced." Mu Jinghong clenched the piccolo in his hand and sat on the stone bench, looking like he wanted to watch Ling Jiantong's performance.

Ling Jiantong cleared her throat, and then began to blow the piccolo on the side of her lips, her flute sound was more graceful than that of Mu Jinghong, but Mu Jinghong listened, but for some reason her heart gradually sank, the pink-clothed 'girl' in front of her was bright, once she was like a blazing light, sweeping away all the 'gloom' haze in his heart, he loved her, there is no doubt, but, she ...... Is it really unreservedly loving him?

Since they met, Ling Jiantong has always focused on Situ Qianchen's body, only when he is a good brother who has nothing to talk about, since the incident in Suicheng, the distance between them has gradually narrowed, but countless times, Mu Jinghong is a little 'touching' the 'girl' in front of him, although she is by his side, they also do what lovers should do, but her feelings for him are long-established dependence or ...... Love?

The afterglow fades and night falls.

On the prayer tree of the City God Temple, there are countless prayer bands that believe in men and women, two figures flashed, the branches shook gently, and then two prayer belts appeared in the hands of a man in red.

Beside the man in red stood the short man in Tsing Yi, his face covered by a huge cloak, but his voice was respectful: "Lord, you brought me, but what are your orders?" ”

A pair of sharp eyes under the water pattern mask were like eagles on the edge of a cliff, and he handed a prayer belt in his hand to the man in Tsing Yi, and ordered in a cold voice: "Change this prayer belt and 'hand' it to Mu Zhen, he naturally knows how to use it." ”

The man in Tsing Yi took it, glanced at the content he brought, and said, "My subordinates understand." ”

Then, the man in Tsing Yi disappeared into the night.

The breeze blew, and behind the man in red was a full moon that had just risen, and his figure was arrogant, and with a flexible movement of his slender fingers, he easily opened the other prayer belt, and the red 'colored' belt was crooked and twisted 'Mao' pen handwriting.

Cut the pupils and be shocked, for a lifetime.

The man in red's cold eyes shrunk, and his eyes couldn't see joy or anger, but he held the prayer belt tightly together the next moment.

In Fengguo's mansion, Gong Chuyue had just returned to the room, and before she could take a breath, she suddenly understood that there was a red 'colored' ribbon and a folded paper on the table.

Gong Chuyue hurriedly summoned the maid Bi'er, pointed to the things on the table and asked, "This is what you put here?" ”

Bi'er shook her head innocently.

"Did you see someone enter my room?"

"The slave maid went to the kitchen just now, and she just came back, and she didn't see anyone enter the lady's room, this ...... What is it? ”

Gong Chuyue looked familiar, and she remembered that today in the City God Temple, didn't they ask for a prayer?

Strange, how did this prayer belt get here?

Gong Chuyue picked it up curiously, opened it, and found that there were still words written in it.

May the eyes of the scissors be safe and healthy for a lifetime.

This handwriting seems to be......

Gong Chuyue's head almost exploded with a bang, that's right, this trace is my mother's, this is my mother's prayer belt!

But why, there is only one person in her prayer belt who writes Ling Jiantong, so what about her palace first moon?

Gong Chuyue's nose swelled with a sour feeling, and her eyes were instantly 'clouded' by the mist, this is not true, when she was in the kitchen just in the evening, Ling Zhishuang also told her how to make soup with her own hands, how could Ling Zhishuang not have her in her heart at all?

She didn't believe it, and almost tossed a prayer tape, but she didn't see a blunt word about her other than that line.

Gong Chuyue sat on the brocade couch, and a tear fell in an instant and smashed on the prayer belt.

Bi'er didn't know what was going on, she was stupid when she saw Gong Chuyue crying, Gong Chuyue rarely shed tears, once she cried, something must have happened.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Bi'er squatted down and stroked Gong Chuyue's knees and asked worriedly.

Gong Chuyue raised her eyes in a daze, and saw that there was still a piece of paper on the table, so she stretched out her hand and signaled for Bi'er to take it.

The paper opened, and it only said an unfamiliar address and the time to go to the appointment.

"Miss, what the hell is going on? Don't scare the slaves. ”

Although Gong Chuyue didn't know who had put these things here, her intuition told her that there must be a secret she wanted to know about the place written on the paper.

"Bi'er, I'm fine, you go and rest early today, I want to be alone and quiet." Gong Chuyue picked up the prayer tape in her hand, then got up and walked in front of the incense burner and threw it in mercilessly.

Bi'er saw that Gong Chuyue seemed to be really tired, so she didn't say anything anymore and retreated alone.

Gong Chuyue was lying on the 'bed' couch tossing and turning, she just couldn't sleep, her mind was full of pictures from childhood to adulthood, how Yun Yi threw her in the barracks to 'touch' and crawl to exercise her consciousness, and how Ling Zhishuang came out to protect her every time she was in trouble, so that she would not be whipped by Yun Yi's family law.

It is said that it is a loving mother and a strict father, at least in the eyes of Gong Chuyue, Ling Zhishuang is the best mother in the world, and although Yunyi is strict with her on weekdays, it is also out of love for her, and he actually spoils her.

But after seventeen years of such days, I didn't expect that everything would change a few days before seventeen years later, my father was no longer her father, and my mother had become someone else's mother, she was an orphan, so she deserved to be loved by no one and no one loved her.

The things she wanted to protect the most, whether it was the title of Fengguo's daughter, or the favor of her parents, were all snatched away by Ling Jiantong.

She had nothing left.

How could she be willing?

Gong Chuyue clenched the brocade quilt in her hand, and stared straight at the Tianhua' board with a pair of hateful eyes, she promised Ye Zhengbai to forbear, but the result of forbearance was that even her former mother didn't take her to heart.

Therefore, she didn't want to endure it anymore, even if she was going to be kicked out of Fengguo Mansion in the end, she couldn't let Ling Jiantong sit back and enjoy everything she had.

Ling Jiantong, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, you are to blame, she was wrongly born in her previous life, no wonder she was in the first month of the palace.

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