"It's just some worthless things, since your sister already knows that it's wrong, don't be a sister and lose your manners." He said indifferently.

She turned around slowly, looked coldly at the person who came, and suddenly lowered her head and sneered: "Yes, it is indeed not a valuable thing in it, but it is a relic of my mother, if it is gone, it will never be recovered." ”

The worthless things in their mouths are the only thing she thinks of her mother.

Turning to the extinguished ashes, she crouched down, a grief deep in her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a crisp crack of ceramic cracking in the ashes, which was particularly noticeable in the silence.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and she reached out to remove the ashes, and a small pottery figure split in the middle appeared in front of her.

She quickly and carefully picked it up.

Because of the long time passed, the color on the little potter is a little mottled, but it can still be seen that its round face is bent and bent, especially festive, and there is a sweet smile at the corner of its mouth.

"Sir." Suddenly, there was an exclamation in my ears.

As soon as she raised her head, Prime Minister Su Cheng's figure shook a little, and she didn't lose her temper when she was supported by the little girl, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the little potter in her hand.

He has always been confident, but his eyes are full of disbelief.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the things in his hand, Su Qingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he understood something.

Looking down at the little potter's face, her fingers stroked, and the ethereal voice was like a multiple veil, faintly: "Looking at the appearance of the little potter, it should be an object more than ten years ago, and the mother has always been properly placed in the dowry, but today it was burned by this fire." ”

The voice was full of heart-wrenching pain.

There was silence in the air, only the sound of the cold wind whimpering, I don't know how long it took, suddenly, Prime Minister Su Cheng's tired voice came from his ears: "That's it, you can deal with it as you want." After saying this, he helped the little guy out of the Yuhua Pavilion, and his figure was a little stiff.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when he went down the steps, he seemed to shake a little.

"Husband!" Looking at the departing figure, Aunt Hua let out a voice of disbelief, but the figure did not look back at all.

On the contrary, Su Qingyu, after she gently put the little potter on the ashes, she slowly got up and walked to the corner where they were step by step.

Looking at the cold light in her eyes, she felt a chill in her heart.

"Hurry up and stop her for me!" Commanded to the man he had brought.

However, those little guys just heard what Prime Minister Su Cheng said, and where did they dare to stop them at this time, they all bowed their heads and stood in place, looking at their noses and noses.

She was slightly flustered in her eyes, and she pretended to be calm and hugged the screaming Su Tianxi in her arms: "Qingyu, if you have anything you want, tell your aunt directly, we are a family, and we have something to say." ”

Family? She lowered her eyes and chuckled, bent down to pick up a smooth and narrow small wooden board on the ground, and said lightly: "Liluo, please Aunt Hua take a good look at it in the middle." ”

Liluo nodded lightly and separated the two without pity.

Su Tianxi, who was in turmoil, groaned for a moment and reached out to point at her acupuncture points.

Now, she couldn't move from the neck down.

Su Qingyu glanced at him intimately, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but when he turned his head to look at Su Tianxi, his eyes gradually cooled.

"No, don't come here!" Her eyes widened in horror and she shook her head with all her might, but her head could only tremble slightly.

There was no emotion in her eyes, she just raised the board in her hand high and waved it down mercilessly.

"Ahh

"Dumping!"

Two screams rang out at the same time, resounding through the sky.

Aunt Hua, who was clamped by Liluo, looked at her beaten daughter and was dumbfounded.

Su Qingyu raised the board in his hand again as if he hadn't heard it, and again, again, again...... Like a machine, she repeated the action of rising and falling, and the hand holding the board dripped a little blood.

By the time she got to the back, Su Tianxi was already shouting hoarsely, her face swollen into a pig's head was red and purple, and there was some blood at the corners of her mouth.

Aunt Hua, who was fiercely suppressed by Liluo, looked at everything in front of her, and the hatred in her eyes had condensed into substance, like a vicious ghost in hell.

Suddenly, Su Tianxi rolled her eyes, and her whole person fell straight to the ground like a pillar, making her wave of the hand empty.

Looking at the unconscious man on the ground, she let go of her hand, and the board with her blood slipped to the ground.

"Miss, the fifty boards haven't been played yet, can you continue?" The sound of falling came to my ears.

She lowered her eyes to look at the miserable people on the ground, there was no emotion in her eyes, and after a long time, she shook her head, and walked towards the little potter who was placed in the ashes with heavy steps. She squatted down to pick it up, blew it lightly, carefully wiped it with her sleeve, and cleaned it up.

Without saying a word, she walked with weak steps to the resting attic. As soon as she reached the shadow around the corner, she suddenly fell straight to the ground.

"Miss!" With an exclamation, she was about to touch the ground and was grabbed. Looking at the panic in her eyes with a half-squint, her vision was a little blurred, she was quiet for a long time, and she laughed suddenly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Before he could react, he closed his eyes and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night, cloudless, and there were stars in the darkness.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the sudden man's voice, she opened her eyes suddenly, turned over and scolded, "Who! ”

The quilt covering her body slid down, and it was cold in front of her, her pupils shrank when she lowered her head, and she hurriedly pulled the quilt up.

She had no clothes all over her.

"You've got a lot of burns between your chest and abdomen, so this king ......"

"You gave me the medicine?!" She bit her lower lip tightly, her face was full of shame and indignation, and she looked at an uninvited guest sitting next to the bed, and felt that it was particularly unsightly.

Looking out the window, Toru Takizawa slowly turned his head, glanced at her, and looked at her for a long time. After seeing her roll up the quilt full of defense, she suddenly chuckled, looked away and said leisurely: "Miss Su thinks too much, how can this king do something subservient and noble?" You can rest assured, the medicine is for the maid to help you change, but the wound is a little big, and it is inconvenient to dress. ”

He paused, his fingers tapped a few times on the edge of the bed, "Besides, this king is detoxifying you in the hot springs......" glanced at her, and his voice grew quieter.

Su Qingyu bit her lower lip slightly, and her sickly cheeks gradually reddened. Looking at the person in front of him, his thin hand squeezed the pillow tightly, loose and tight, tight and loose.

After all, she snorted coldly and buried herself in the quilt, turning her head to look at him again.

Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she sat up as if she thought of something: "What about my mother's dowry?" Just the ones I had in the pocket in my sleeve! His hand clenched the quilt tightly, and his voice was flustered.

She was wrapped like a zongzi, and in the heavy quilt, her palm-sized face was particularly pitiful.

Takizawa's eyes darkened: "What the maid kept when she changed your clothes before, it was placed on that table." He raised his head slightly and motioned for a place to put it.

Through the faint cold moonlight outside the window, she saw the cloth and the little potter on the wooden table, slumped on the bed as if they had been drained of strength, and the hand that clenched the quilt loosened slightly.

The tingling pain came from the palm of her hand, and she gasped and spread it out slightly, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The wrist was held tightly, "How did your wound crack again." Toru Takizawa stared at her palm, his brow furrowed.

She twisted her wrist in discomfort, trying to break free, gritting her teeth and using all her strength to feed, but the force between her wrists did not loosen at all. She stopped her movements in frustration and sighed lightly: "Before, I used my hands directly to dig something out of the fire, so the damage was serious, just now it may have been too hard when pinching the quilt, so the wound that had been scabbed was broken again." ”

The force in his hand was a little stronger, "What do you mean by that?" She frowned slightly, looking at the person in front of her pursed her lips, and the tip of her upturned nose was stubborn.

Takizawa looked at her lightly and didn't speak, with a bit of chill in his dark eyes.

With a bang, a bucket of cold water splashed down her head, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she instantly lost her momentum.

He looked down and looked away, staring at her miserable hand, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he took out a quaint wooden box from his arms, pressed the hidden button, and with a click, the white ointment faintly floated out of the faint orchid fragrance.

Placing the wooden box next to the bed, he gently picked out a piece of ointment from it with his fingertips and pressed it on her injured hand.

The severe pain made Su Qingyu involuntarily withdraw his hand, but he was pulled by the hand that was clenched between his wrists.

The scorching temperature on her wrist made her, who didn't like contact with people, frown slightly, glanced at the person who lowered her head to rub the ointment on her, and said tentatively: "Your Highness, I can't help but leave these things to the maid you brought, anyway, I haven't seen her yet, so I can just thank her for helping me ...... before."

"Huh?" The elongated tail is a bit dangerous.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, bowed her head like a defeated rooster, and stretched out her hand in front of him, as if she was at his disposal.

He looked at the person who had no words and raised his eyebrows slightly, and while rubbing the ointment on her, he said with a match: "This king doesn't want to worry too much about your business, but you really don't stop, and you can do stupid things with your hands on the fire." However, the clues of the Pavilion of Sorrow are always inseparable from you, otherwise this king will not come to you with nothing to do......"

Listening to his babbling words, she was slightly sleepy when she woke up from her sleep, half-squinted, and nodded her head from time to time like a chicken pecking rice.

Suddenly, a finger pressed hard into her palm.

The pain rushed to her head, and she gasped and came to her senses in an instant.

"Does it hurt?" He asked suddenly.

She pursed her lips and nodded sincerely, "It hurts." ”

Suddenly, he turned her palm over and lowered her head slightly, and a slightly wet wind came from his hand.

She was stunned, looked up at the person who was gently blowing at her hand, and her heart beat half a beat slowly. In the cold hazy moonlight, his eyebrows and eyes were serious, with a gentleness that was rarely seen on weekdays.

Feeling her gaze, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said something she didn't expect.