At night, Qin Ruse knew that her father would always go to the ancestral hall in the secret hall of the main building in the middle of the night to rattle a stick of incense to his biological mother. So Qin Ruse sneaked in early in the morning and waited for him there.

When Qin Yang babbled a lot of words to the tablet of the rattle, Qin Ruse walked out from behind the tablet, "Daddy, you have been hiding it for a long time!" ”

Qin Yang was not particularly surprised, and replied lightly: "Didn't you already know about this matter." Otherwise, who put the mulberry chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone on your mother's death day every year? ”

"You always knew that."

Qin Yang nodded, turned around and lit three sticks of incense and handed them to Qin Ruse: "Since you are here, let's give your mother a stick of incense." ”

After Qin Ruse gave a stick of incense to his mother for the first time, he followed Qin Yang to the futon on the side of the ancestral hall and sat down. Qin Ruse always felt that today's father was very different from the past. In her impression, Qin Yang is a somewhat honest and doting father. As a businessman's shrewdness, he never showed much in front of her.

Today's Qin Yang is like a dying old man, pouring out the bloody rain and bloody wind of this life, ups and downs.

"Thur!"

"Huh?"

"Whatever you want, just ask?"

Qin Ruse sighed, looked at her mother's spirit card, and said slowly for a long time: "Dad, I want to know if I still have an older brother." ”

Like a stone thrown into a cold pool, it echoes in the empty valley for a moment, and then there is no response. This made Qin Ruse's heart even more panicked, because her father's silence seemed to indirectly prove her conjecture.

"This, I'm afraid only your mother knows." There seemed to be a little loneliness in Qin Yang's words.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Se'er, actually," Qin Yang wanted to speak, and the answer was like a fish in her throat, and it was difficult to speak. He looked at Qin Ruse sadly, that answer has been sealed for so many years, is it still going to see the light of day after all. There was some pain on his face, but also some relief: "Your mother was pregnant when she was with me. ”

What the? Jean looked at her father in disbelief. I originally just wanted to determine Nan Tangyue's identity today, but now it's good, and I actually brought out another disturbing past.

Qin Ruse's heart was like a drum surface of a celebration for a while, thumping.

"What do you mean?"

"As a father, I don't know who your biological father is." Qin Yang's heart was dripping blood when he said this, he had raised Qin Ruse for twenty years, and he knew better than anyone else the nature of his daughter. Once she knows about this matter, she will definitely spare no effort to find her biological father. However, the identity of the rattle is too special, how many interests are entangled, and no one knows the collusion of power.

"That,"

"Thur, this matter, for the father to tell you, just think that you have grown up, and know the right. However, the Father does not want you to continue to investigate. Qin Yang's words are full of too much helplessness.

Qin Ruse looked at the helplessness written on his father's face, and the sideburns covered with snow. I couldn't help but feel a little throbbing in my heart. She looked into Qin Yang's eyes and said with difficulty: "Okay! ”

"Although my father and your mother are childhood sweethearts, I have been separated from your mother for three years. When we meet again, your mother has another person in her heart. ”

"Does that person love her?" Qin Ruse knew that her father was reluctant to say that person's name, and she didn't want to ask. But she wondered if that person loved her mother.

"Love! I don't know why they separated, but I do know that when your mother brought you back to me, the man was dead. ”

"So, does mother love that person?"

Qin Yang sighed and stared at the floor for a long time. Then he nodded: "I have never seen your mother love someone so much." When your mother spoke of her, both eyes sparkled. When it comes to the news of that man's death, your mother is like a wilted eggplant for a moment. ”

Qin Ruse didn't continue the question, he felt that no matter what he continued to say, it was like a man who had raised him for so many years.

"Daddy, do you hate him?"

Qin Ruse's words were like a steel knife inserted into Qin Yangben's long-scarred heart in an instant. Qin Yang's old face looked at Qin Ruse and shook his head.

"You have no idea how much I love her. Because of love, even if she has someone else in her heart, I am willing to protect this beauty for her. ”

"Is it really so humble to love someone?" Qin Ruse no longer seemed to be talking about her father's affairs, she seemed to be thinking about herself in the future. Gongsun Jin will one day not be a simple king. After all, he will one day have three thousand beauties in the harem, can he still talk and laugh by her side like this at that time?

"It's not a humble thing to love someone, but do you know that if you really love someone, you will feel that you are not worthy of him in anything you do."

That night, Qin Yang and Qin Ruse sat in front of the spiritual seat of the rattle bell and talked all night, and they had things in each other's hearts that could not be put down and could not be calmed. I knew that the next morning, the first ray of vision came in through the narrow air vent and sprinkled it on Qin Yang's face.

"Daddy, no matter what, you're my favorite daddy."

Qin Yang smiled slightly.

"By the way, Daddy, I have one more thing I want to ask you."

Qin Yang said all night, his voice was a little hoarse, he nodded, and looked at Qin Ruse: "Say it." ”

"Is there a relationship between the pianist and the Holy Rose?"

Qin Yang's pupils flashed and he said, "Yes!" ”

After Qin Ruse learned to Zhenbei Wangfu, he stayed alone for a whole afternoon, not letting anyone approach. Even Mingyue Xin, who is very good on weekdays, has no way to get close.

"She hasn't come out yet?" Gongsun Jin frowned and looked through the screen window at Qin Ruse, who was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed.

"My sister seems to have something to make her really uncomfortable this time, and she doesn't even have the same eyes."

"You go back first."

Gongsun Jin didn't go in to disturb Qin Ruse, he had never seen her show such a look in the half a year that she had been with him for half a year. That kind of lonely look made him feel that his heart was going to be completely shattered into slag for a while.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Gongsun Jin whispered to himself at the door.

That night, how long Qin Ruse sat in front of the window, how long did Gongsun Jin look at her. At that time, Gongsun Jin realized that his beloved was heartbroken, and he had no way but to empathize.