Yu Zhiyan had a panicked expression on her face, "Slave and maid, just retreat." ”

Gu Jue grabbed her arm and said in surprise, "Who are you?" ”

"The slave is the smoke in the refreshment room." She desperately broke free from his firmly bound wrists, "Young master, this is not in accordance with the rules, you let me go." ”

Who knew that not only did she not let go of her, but clenched her tighter.

The light of the red candle shone on her face, making his face a hazy red, "Yan'er, I'll show you something." ”

After speaking, without waiting for her to answer, he took her hand and entered the inner room, and then took out a scroll painting from the jade pillow and handed it to her.

Yu Zhiyan had heard of this painting for a long time, and his hands trembled a little when he opened it.

The scroll finally opened, and the woman in the painting stood under the marriage tree in front of the Yuelao Temple, and the wind blew the woman's fluttering long sleeves, and the woman was still holding a piece of red silk in her hand, as if she was about to throw it at the marriage tree.

And the woman's face turned out to be herself.

"Do you remember?" Gu Jue reached out and stroked her face, but when she touched it, she was shocked by the cold temperature.

Yu Zhiyan remembered that she had only been to Yuelao Temple once in her life, and that was to ask for marriage for her sister Yu Zhishuang.

At that time, she stood under the marriage tree and threw the red silk with her sister's name written on it, but unexpectedly, her strength was too small, and she couldn't throw the cloth tied with stones.

She recalled in a trance that at that time, a young master in gorgeous clothes came over and said to her, "It seems that Yue Lao doesn't want to care about your marriage at all, or this young master will condescend to marry you." ”

Yu Zhiyan only thought she was a prodigal son at that time, and turned her head to glare at him, "You see how beautiful I look?" ”

The young man hadn't expected her to say such a thing, and there was a hint of confusion on his face, "What? ”

She still remembers saying to herself, "I am so beautiful, why should I marry you, I will be a lady of the first grade in the future." ”

Now Yu Zhiyan has long forgotten the appearance of the man at the beginning, but he still remembers that the man's eyes were bright, like the brilliant starlight in the sky.

When she threw the silk again, it happened to hang on a branch, and she turned her head to look at the young man with a smug face, "Look, Yue Lao heard my wish." ”

At that time, she wanted to leave to look for her sister, only to hear him shout behind her, "I will definitely find you." ”

"When I inherit my father's title, you will be able to be a lady of the order in the future." Dong Lang cupped her face and took a closer look, "You are a little taller than three years ago, but you are even more beautiful and amazing." ”

Yu Zhiyan was very disgusted by his infatuated eyes, and when she looked down, she saw a piece of red silk tied under the painting scroll, and on it was the name of her sister Yu Zhishuang.

This is the red silk she threw on the marriage tree three years ago, and she understands everything.

It turned out that she really asked for marriage for her sister, but this bad fate actually harmed her sister's life.

Dong Lang saw her staring at the strip of cloth, and a dark shadow sank under her eyes, "I took this strip of cloth to look for it, but I didn't expect to find the wrong person, but it doesn't matter, I finally met you again today." ”

Yu Zhiyan never thought that the person who pushed her sister to hell actually had her share, her shoulders shook, and then she looked up and said, "I picked up this cloth strip at the beginning, I heard that the young master's wife is this name, is it true?" ”

At the mention of Yu Zheshuang, Dong Lang's face was full of disgust, "It's not a pity for that woman to die, you are not allowed to mention her in the future." ”