She almost threw herself on Xue Shao's body like crazy, grabbed him with her hands and covered her face, screaming in her mouth: "It must be you!" You killed him! You know I'm in private contact with him, so you kill him! Xue Shao! You're not human! You're not human! You're the devil......"

Xue Shao was unexpectedly scraped on the cheek by her fingers, his face tingled slightly, his eyes darkened, he reached out and grabbed her hand and then twisted it her back.

He stared at her viciously, and said word by word: "My patience has reached the limit, Miss Fan, I have long said that you should stay in the Marshal's Mansion obediently and don't move, but what about you?" Challenging my bottom line again and again, I will tell you plainly today, Fan Yanqiao, if you play any tricks with me again, it goes without saying that it is him Yu Jianmin, it is your female classmate named Yoko Ono, even if she is Japanese, I said let her disappear today, she will definitely not survive tomorrow! Do you believe it or not! ”

"You...... You ......" As soon as Fan Yanqiao heard Yoko's name, she didn't dare to move anymore, she looked into his eyes with teary eyes, and said bitterly: "You...... You don't touch her...... She's innocent......"

Xue Shao saw that her mood was slightly calm, his brows furrowed slightly, let go of her hand, looked down at her, and said coldly: "You are honest and have nothing, if this is the case again, you know, I can do anything, she lives or dies, just in your thoughts, if you still can't dispel those chaotic thoughts, sooner or later, you will pay the price for this......"

He paused, and then said: "Your mother is still in my hands, if you want her to spend the rest of her life in peace, Fan Yanqiao, you should really listen to my advice, stay here honestly, and don't ......act rashly."

As soon as Fan Yanqiao heard him talk about her mother, tears instantly welled up, she covered her face and fell to the ground all of a sudden, crying bitterly.

Xue Shao took a deep breath, then pursed his lips, turned around and walked out.

From this day on, Fan Yanqiao seemed to be a different person, and she really became much more honest, in the Marshal's Mansion, if there was nothing to do, she would almost not go downstairs.

Xue Shao didn't care about her, and was still busy with military affairs every day.

At the end of the year, the weather was colder, Xue Zhenting's health was getting worse and worse, looking like that, he could hardly survive the New Year, Xue Shao almost no longer came to Daqinglou every day except in the West Courtyard, Xiaohuan watched it for a few days, and then persuaded Fan Yanqiao to go down for a walk.

Fan Yanqiao was already obsessed with embroidery at that time, and every day he just nested on the sofa in the small living room, bowing his head and embroidering a handkerchief.

She had never learned this thing, but occasionally saw Xiaohuan embroidering and thought it was interesting, so she took it and tried it twice, so she was out of control and followed Xiaohuan to learn the needle.

Xiaohuan saw that she finally shifted her attention, no longer staring out the window in a daze every day, and was quite happy, and found Uncle Fu to go out and buy a lot of silk threads and patterns, and embroidered and played with Fan Yanqiao in the living room every day.

She knew that Fan Yanqiao was disgusted to see Xue Shao, but it was not a way to stay in the house every day, so she saw Xue Shao for a period of time and did not come back, so she persuaded Fan Yanqiao to go to the garden for a walk and relax.

Fan Yanqiao held a flower bandage without raising his head and said, "It's such a cold day, and the snow is falling so heavily outside, what should I go down to?" Besides, I'm in a good mood and can't afford to distract myself......"

Xiaohuan handed her a stewed bird's nest soup and said in a low voice: "Miss never goes downstairs, isn't it boring in this house?" ”

Fan Yanqiao said while wearing a needle: "It's not boring, what's boring......"

Xiaohuan had no choice but to give up. Dongtou lives in blood.

As soon as the old calendar year passes, the atmosphere of the big year is getting stronger and stronger, even if the year is not good, but the people's enthusiasm for the New Year is still as high as ever, and the sound of firecrackers occasionally comes from outside the high wall, Fan Yanqiao will stay out of the window for a long time.

Xue Shao has been quite kind to her since that day, allowing her to go to see her mother every other day, when she went, Helena's mood was quite stable, but she might be too sad and never willing to speak, she just sat with her and had a meal before going home.

His father's affairs were also put on hold because of Yu Jianmin's death.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, she had just had dinner in the dining room downstairs, and was listening to the radio news in the flower hall, but Xue Shao braved the heavy snow to return home.

He came from the west courtyard, and when Fan Yanqiao looked up and saw him, he had already entered the hall.

Fan Yanqiao sat on the sofa, deliberately retreated, and hid behind the flower bottle.

When Uncle Fu stepped forward to help Xue Shao take off the black tweed that had fallen with thin snow, Xue Shao said lightly: "I just went to see my father, I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to ...... some food."

Uncle Fu hurriedly said, "Miss Fan has just eaten, I'm going to ask Sister-in-law Wu to come over and make some ......."

Xue Shao glanced at him: "Let's bring the leftover first, I drank wine at noon, and my stomach is very empty......"

Uncle Fu nodded hurriedly: "Okay, I'll go serve ......"

Xue Shao raised his feet and wanted to go upstairs to change clothes, but suddenly heard movement in the flower hall next to him, and when he turned his head to look over there, he saw a big red satin embroidered jacket looming behind a bunch of plain plum blossoms.

Through that piece of plum blossoms, Fan Yanqiao was looking down at the embroidered surface in the palm of his hand, his expression was focused, as if he didn't notice that he had returned.

He stopped, stood there and watched quietly for a while, Sun Liangping stood at the door and quietly turned around and retreated.

It wasn't until he heard the footsteps going upstairs that Fan Yanqiao slowly looked up, and saw that Xue Shaoye had already raised his feet and went upstairs, leaving only a tall and slender back in the dazzling light.

She lowered her eyes, reached out and twisted the radio, got up and went upstairs.

While eating, Xue Shao asked while drinking the soup, "What has Miss Fan been doing lately?" ”

Bao Yun put Xue Shao's favorite candied lotus root to the front, and whispered: "Recently, Miss has fallen in love with embroidery, and she rusts the handkerchief in the small living room during the day......

Xue Shao didn't say anything, after eating, when he went upstairs, he looked at the door at the other end of the corridor and stopped slightly.

was standing at the top of the stairs thinking about things, but the door opened suddenly, Xiaohuan walked out with a tea tray, and saw Xue Shao stunned: "Da Shao ......"

Xue Shao thought for a while and asked lightly, "Did Miss Fan sleep?" ”

Xiaohuan hurriedly said: "I haven't ...... yet"

She turned her head to look at Fan Yanqiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa listening to the gramophone, and then said, "Miss...... Miss has never been able to sleep so early......"

Xue Shao listened, raised his feet and walked over.

Xiaohuan hurriedly took the tea tray and moved away.

As soon as Xue Shao walked to the door, he heard a song playing on the gramophone, which was the popular singer Liao Mengni's Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.