"Who are you?!" Yan Cuo couldn't help but cough.

"Qin Zhen'er." It was a woman's voice that answered Yan's mistake-

Qin Zhen'er? How did she get to this room?

That man was hiding again? To be honest, just looking at one wheel corridor, sometimes I can't really tell whether it's a man or a woman, unless I hear a voice.

Yan Cuo coughed again, and said in an unkind tone: "I don't know you." Get out. ”

Qin Zhen'er smiled softly and said gently: "You don't know me, but I know you." ”

Yan Cuo sneered, he hated all the people here, especially my friends.

Qin Zhen'er sighed lightly and said regretfully: "We almost passed by in the area of the foggy slope several times, but you never stopped to look at me. No wonder you have a black pot on your back, but you don't know why. ”

Yan Cuo's upper body suddenly lit up, and he was very excited, looking at Qin Zhen'er nervously.

Qin Zhen'er was looking for a short sight in the foggy slope, and ran into Yan Mistake? Has Yan Cuo also been to Wupo? I was also nervous.

Qin Zhen'er lowered her head, obviously bowing her head and smiling: "Do you really want to know why Jin Niang poisoned Yan Fei?" ”

My heart tightened, how could Qin Zhen'er know about the poisoning of the fake thread that Yan gave me? Is it - is it not a coincidence that she is here?

Gentle as water, poor Qin Zhen'er, also has ulterior motives? She was also involved in this? But I don't know this man!

I really feel out of breath and want to cry without tears!

Are all the people who appear around me have ulterior motives?

So what else is true!

Yan Cuo's light became worse and worse, he was very nervous, panting and glaring at Qin Zhen'er.

Qin Zhen'er sighed lightly, stood up gently, her long hair hung down to her waist, she was weak and supportive, but she had an indescribable domineering, how could it remind me of Song Lingjian: "Actually, she didn't succeed much, but it was because of you who was an idiot that she had more opportunities to take advantage of." She spared no effort in everything that could take revenge on the Yan family, even if it was to hurt a wild seed born of a foreign clan like you-"

Her words were also the same as Song Ling's arrows, sharp and ugly, and her words were extremely heavy.

Yan Cuo was angry and hurriedly attacked, and roared, "Who the hell are you?!" ”

Qin Zhen'er walked a few steps, leaning sideways and staring at her, I don't know what Qin Zhen'er looks like, I imagine that she should be a beauty as weak as Xizi, and now it is indeed very beautiful from the outline, but it is a little arrogant, and a little cold, and the Qin Zhen'er I talked to in the courtyard just now is fundamentally like two people.

"Who am I? …… Even if you tell you, you won't know - although you come from a humble background, you do look like your father, and I can't take it away from you, but you will only insult the glory that this face once created, and if I were you, I would have covered my face and been ashamed to see people. ”

Yan Cuo sneered: "It turns out that a few people in the room spoke just now, and you are also one of them." I don't take anything you say seriously, you just say what you want? If it's just, you can get out. ”

Yan Cuo did wake up a long time ago, just now I saw a little light in his eyes, I should have wanted to open his eyes but I couldn't bear to open them.

Qin Zhen'er smiled like a felt needle, and said softly, "Didn't you hear all of them when we spoke just now?" What do I think, don't you know? ”

Just spoke, obviously there were only my mother, Meng Wu and the arrogant man, and Qin Zhen'er was also at the door? Didn't I hear her footsteps?

Yan Cuo sneered: "I did hear it clearly. Originally, I thought that Mrs. Yan here would be so noble and loyal, but I didn't expect that she would be a betrayer and stealer-"

Before Yan finished speaking, Qin Zhen'er suddenly moved towards him and waved his hand towards his chest-

With a muffled sound of "bang", Qin Zhen'er punched Yan Cuoqi's mouth?!

Yan Cuo didn't expect such a weak woman to attack him suddenly, so he screamed in surprise and coughed weakly after receiving the punch.

I was so surprised that I almost glared, Qin Zhen'er, who was so weak and supportive, would actually hit someone with such a heavy hand? Isn't she sick? Isn't she very timid and scared?

Most importantly, why did she hit Yan wrong?

- Don't hit him, he's hurt -

Yan misunderstood, did he think that man was my mother's admirer, and in the end, he didn't hear what my mother said at the door, my mother said, the man named Ah Zheng is her good brother, although I never know, my mother still has brothers and sisters.

"I have long said that do not expect a lowly bloodline to be of noble character. Estimating interest will only breed adultery. Qin Zhen'er's voice was low and cold, with a murderous aura.

The corners of Yan Cuo's mouth flashed brightly, and something flowed out, but he smiled, and the light shone brightly: "What? Dare to do it but dare not listen to people? I don't care who you are, whether it's the watchdog of the Yan family, or the cover-up of the ugliness of the family, as long as I Yan is alive, I won't let this place be peaceful! ”

Qin Zhen'er smiled with satisfaction, she turned her head to look at the door and said, "I said a long time ago that a bloodline with a bad heart will pollute the glory of the entire family. You can give birth to yourself, what kind of thing a concubine who shamelessly snatches her husband is born! ”

Who was she talking to at the door? My mother? Did my mother really listen to the man and hide behind the door?

"Shut your dog's mouth!" Yan Cuo was furious, I know why he was enraged, her mother was an inviolable sacred monument in her heart, and no one could insult her.

Yan Cuo, who was seriously injured, suddenly pounced on Qin Zhen'er, but she suddenly stopped, touched her arm, and cried out in surprise.

What's missing from him?

At the moment when Yan Cuo paused, Qin Zhen'er quickly pulled him up and threw him heavily to the ground!

I was dumbfounded, how could Qin Zhen'er have so much strength to throw Yan Cuo, who was taller than her, to the ground so effortlessly?

Trumpet! I almost heard the sound of bones breaking! Yan Cuo endured the pain and snorted briefly.

But Qin Zhen'er didn't stop it, she bent down and pulled up Yan Cuo's clothes, her long hair fell to the ground along her movements, and her beautiful posture was the opposite of what she was doing—how did it feel a little familiar, like where had she seen it?

"With the virtue of your dead dog?" Qin Zhen'er's words were also sharp and harsh.

Yan Cuo twisted his head and looked at the door in a strange posture-

There's really someone at the door—

Is it - is it the mother who hides behind the door?

Qin Zhen'er also stared coldly at the door, his facial lines changed very little, and it was difficult for me to guess her facial features: "Do you think your tolerance can dissolve his hatred?" You didn't do anything, you were robbed of your husband and father for nothing, but what you got was the revenge of the plunder?! ”

It was as if he was saying this to me at the same time.

My mother slowly entered my field of vision, she listened to the man's words and hid herself behind the door, but at this moment the man was gone, but Qin Zhen'er appeared again for some reason, and my mother also knew Qin Zhen'er?

Niang stood calmly and weakly in front of Yan Cuo, looking down.

Yan Cuo let Qin Zhen'er pull the upper half of his body, but he roared angrily but had no confidence, just screamed in a dumb voice: "That's right!" No matter what you are, I will not stand with you. You'd better kill me as soon as possible, or I'll take your life as soon as I'm wounded, and I'll burn this place down with you!" ”

Yan Cuo, don't say such a thing - my heart is bleeding -

Qin Zhen'er pulled Yan to her feet, why was her strength so great? - I only heard her say coldly: "You don't have the qualifications to die with the people of the Yan family." You wait to walk the Yellow Springs Road with your lowly mother! ”

Yan Cuo was furious, the light was about to pierce my eyes, and he roared with all his strength: "My mother is the best woman in the world, and no one can compare with her!" The most wrong thing in her life is that she is too kind, which causes misfortune in her life! If time could go back, I would rather Yan Chongzheng die at the foot of the mountain sixteen years ago, than that there would be a person named Yan Cuo in this world sixteen years later! ”

What do you mean? Why did Dad die at the foot of the mountain?

The mother approached them gently, looked at the angry and roaring Yan Cuo, and said softly: "Needle, you hurt him." ”

I'm getting more and more confused, this play is really messy!

Qin Zhen'er carried Yan Cuo and sneered: "Don't worry, I will take good care of him." ”

The mother stroked her forehead, tired of everything, turned around and said, "I'm tired." ”

Qin Zhen'er said with gentle concern: "Then you go up and take a rest, I will take care of it." ”

The mother nodded, glanced at Yan Cuo, and turned around and left very relieved.

As soon as the mother left, Qin Zhen'er immediately picked up Yan Cuo and threw it heavily on the bed, with a loud "boom", making a sound that I felt pain just by listening to it.

Qin Zhen'er approached Yan Cuo, and I saw that her hands were behind her back, but they had already clenched into a tight fist - what did she want to do? Do you want to hurt him again? ——

But Qin Zhen'er didn't hit Yan Cuo again, but quickly took something away from Yan Cuo's body.

"Give it back!" Yan Cuo roared!

I saw that Qin Zhen'er was holding something in his hand, very thin, like a thread - what is it?

Qin Zhen'er shook the thread in his hand and unfolded it into a square thing—a few pages of paper that had been dismantled and shaken open.

Qin Zhen'er looked at it for a while, and suddenly laughed, but her laughter was not happy at all, full of sarcasm and provocation, as well as faint sadness.

Yan Cuo's whole person became extremely bright because of trembling.

What's wrong? What was written on that piece of paper that would make Qin Zhen'er laugh so rudely and strangely?

At this moment, the light in front of my eyes dimmed, and it returned to darkness—

Nightsound's hand left my shoulder?!

I turned my head to wonder what was wrong, but Nightshade didn't speak, just moved between my hair, as if pulling something out of my head, and then I heard him walk away lightly—

Where is he going?

Nightshade –