"Are you telling the truth?" With two sniffles, Ling Xiaoxiao asked.

Gu Yu held the white porcelain vase in his hand and looked at her, "It's still a little bit unfinished, lie down." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly shook her head, she would not lie down in life or death, but when she saw Gu Yu's somewhat sharp gaze, she still shrank back, "Wait for Xiaoman to come in and wipe it for me." Ling Xiaoxiao suggested.

Gu Yu pursed his lips slightly, he was disgusted for the first time serving others.

"Is that true and can you continue?" Gu Yu asked seriously.

On the contrary, Ling Xiaoxiao was a little shy, and muttered on her lips: "A-Niang said that girls should still be reserved, and they can't be too ...... in front of men" But it was her Ling Xiaoxiao's words, but she didn't have such scruples, and when she was about to continue, she saw Gu Yu put the white jade paste in her hand in front of the bed.

"Xiaoman." Xiao Man, who was outside the door, heard the cry and immediately entered the room.

"Pavilion Master." Xiao Mandao, but she felt that the atmosphere in the room was weird, and there was an indescribable feeling.

Gu Yu pointed to someone who was still cowering on the bed and said, "Put the ointment on her." With that, he turned around and left.

Ling Xiaoxiao was still in a sluggish state, and when she saw that Gu Yu was leaving, she came back to her senses and shouted, "Pavilion Master." ”

Gu Yu turned his head, his eyes fell on Ling Xiaoxiao, whose nose was still red, and replied lightly: "By the way, what I said just now is false." ”

In vain, Ling Xiaoxiao's expression was loveless from inside the house.

After Gu Yu left, Xiao Man stepped forward with a curious look, "What are you saying that is false?" ”

Ling Xiaoxiao buried her face in the quilt and muttered, "It's over, it's over—"

Xiao Man was even more confused when he heard it, but looking at her current state, something must have happened.

"What happened between you and the Pavilion Master?" Xiaoman asked.

Pulling down the quilt, Ling Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Xiaoman, it's all your fault." "If Xiaoman had entered the house, what would have happened after that.

"Me?" Pointing at herself, Xiao Man looked innocent, but in this way, she wanted to know more.

"Okay, well, it's all my fault." Xiaoman replied: "So something still happened, right?" ”

Ling Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and did not speak.

Xiao Man didn't ask anymore, anyway, he took the ointment in front of the bed and patted the bed, "Lie down." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao lay on the bed obediently, and when she caught a glimpse of her body, there was still only a close-fitting belly pocket on her body, and a hint of shrewdness flashed in Xiaoman's eyes, which seemed to be similar to what she thought.

"Xiaoman, can you do me a favor later?" Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of Xue Yao.

"Okay, I'll be fine later." Xiao Man replied.

After Xiaoman finished painting for her, Ling Xiaoxiao tidied up her clothes and took Xiaoman to the backyard.

in the room.

Ling Xiaoxiao watched Xiao Man take Xue Yao's pulse, and Xiao Man's expression seemed to be a little dignified.

Xiaoman let go of his hand and said, "I'll prescribe a by-fetal pill for her later, as for her here." Xiao Man pointed to his brain, "I'll try to prick her with a needle first, it may be too stimulated, but she is relatively weak now, so it's better to have a good rest." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded, took the prescription written by Xiaoman, and handed it to the person in charge of the guard.

The girl on the bed should have been in the prime of her life, but she was lying here with confused eyes, her cheeks were a little pale, and there was a circle of shadows at the corners of her eyes.

Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel a little sad for her, why did such a good person become like this.

At this moment, someone outside the door reported that there was news from the firewood room.

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then stepped out of the door and walked towards the firewood room at a faster pace.

Xiao Man couldn't help reminding behind him: "Xiaoxiao, be careful, the wound can't be opened again." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao said perfunctorily: "I know, don't worry." ”

Xiao Man sighed helplessly.

At the door of the firewood room, Ling Xiaoxiao ordered someone to open the door and saw Wen Jie sitting in the corner.

"Wen Jie." Ling Xiaoxiaodao.

Seeing her coming, Wen Jie stood up and walked in front of her.

"I figured it out, I can tell you the truth, but I have one request."

"You say." For Wen Jie's conditions, Ling Xiaoxiao was not surprised at all.

"I want to go see my mother first." Wen Jie said calmly, she wanted to confirm the next thing before telling the truth.

"No problem." Ling Xiaoxiao reassured.

On the contrary, Wen Jie was a little incredulous, "Can you decide?" ”

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded, "Hmm." "I can still do this little thing, after all, it is the task that the pavilion master personally gave her, just let Wen Jie go and see her mother, and let Mo Ying follow with her when the time comes.

Wen Jie was a little suspicious at first, but then she thought that Ling Xiaoxiao had come to see her alone these times, it seemed that the pavilion master had given Ling Xiaoxiao some rights, otherwise Ling Xiaoxiao would not have been able to come and go freely at this time.

"Well, I believe you."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

An hour later, Ling Xiaoxiao and his party stood at an intersection, which was in the poorest area of the city.

Rows of thatched huts are juxtaposed, most of the houses are just covered with paper to keep out the wind and cold, and many of the people who live here are often underclothed from their state.

"What, don't you look down on this side?" Wen Jie laughed sarcastically.

Ling Xiaoxiao frowned, she didn't intend to refute, if she was the same as before, she would definitely argue, but now that she heard Wen Jie say this again, she could laugh.

On the contrary, it was the ink shadow on the side, who wanted to reply a little unbearably, Ling Xiaoxiao quickly pulled down his sleeve, and the ink shadow turned his face away dissatisfied.

The third house on the side of the road is where Wen Jie's mother is, there is only a little corn cob hanging on the shelf outside the house, which looks very depressed, the door is closed, and when you get closer, you can smell more and more heavy.

Wen Jie's face changed, she rushed forward, pushed open the door and entered the house, Ling Xiaoxiao and Mo Ying followed, and not long after, Wen Jie's terrible voice came from the room: "Mother-"

The furnishings in the house were unobstructed, and as soon as Ling Xiaoxiao and Mo Ying entered the room, they saw Wen Jie lying on the side of the bed, crying and shouting.

When she saw the person on the bed, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gasp, her face was pale, her cheeks were sunken, her lips were unusually black, her messy white hair covered her forehead, her whole body was skinny, her eyes were closed, she was no longer breathing, and she looked around the room, there was dust on the table and teacups, I was afraid that the old man had been dead for a while.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Mo Ying looked at each other, Mo Ying nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, Ling Xiaoxiao stepped forward and patted Wen Jie's shoulder to show comfort: "Wen Jie, mourn and change." ”

Wen Jie raised her head, her eyes were full of hatred, and she stared at Ling Xiaoxiao deadly, "It's you, you killed my mother." ”