"Xiaoluo, you tell me, it's all fake!" Si Yutian suddenly stretched out his hands and clasped Ye Luo's shoulders tightly, his black pupils crossed the color of madness, his thin lips were bloodless, and his voice was almost hoarse, "You tell me, Si Jitian is just a murderer, Si Jitian is a heinous devil!" ”

Ye Luo's eyes were pure, like a clear spring: "Who instilled these thoughts into you?"

In a word, it hits the heart and hits the heart.

Si Yutian's body shook again, the muscles on his cheeks spasmed sharply, and the pupils that were as deep as black holes crossed with extremely panicked emotions, and even the big hand that followed her shoulder unconsciously increased.

Ye Luo was in pain.

She heard the sound of bone cracking coming from her shoulder blades.

But she didn't struggle, she didn't cry out in pain.

She just stared at him with those golden eyes that were as clear as a stream, as if she wanted to look into the depths of his soul: "It's Concubine Yuan, right?"

Si Yutian became wood and stone, and his pupils were dilated.

Fragments of memories come one after another.

When I was ten years old—

"Your name is Yuten, isn't it? It's so cute, and in the future, this palace will be your mother. ”

"Hey, it's really pitiful, my legs are broken, and I kill the prince so ruthlessly, I treat my siblings like this."

"Don't be afraid, child. The best imperial doctor in the palace will treat you and never let the bad guys bully you again. ”

At the age of twelve—

"The East Palace is dead again, and the servant's head is cut off every day."

"Yutian, you have grown up, but don't become a beheading maniac like the prince killer."

At the age of fourteen—

"Yitian, my son! What a miserable death you had! Why did you leave your mother like this, woo-woo-"

"Yitian, the murderer is powerful, it's useless to be a mother, and my mother can't take revenge. can only make you feel wronged. ”

"Yutian! Don't check it any further! Even if all the evidence points to the East Palace, what can we do? Give up revenge! We can't fight! ”

Si Yutian's head was swollen and painful, and the memories were like knives, slashing his scalp one by one, and tearing apart the most painful places in his heart one by one.

Who hinted at him?

It's the mother.

What Xiao Luo said is not bad at all.

The reason why Si Jitian left such a bad impression in his heart was largely because his seemingly gentle mother always inadvertently whispered in his ear, which had a psychological suggestion effect on him, which was a subtle influence.

His strong resistance and disgust to Si Jitian are well-founded.

"Yu, you can question the content of the recording in the moonstone, and you can also question the authenticity of Si Jitian's words. However, I believe in you and have the ability to discern. Ye Luo's voice came over when his soul was at its most vulnerable, "Use the power of your Yama Palace to find out." Si Jitian, Concubine Yuan, who is the one who is really good to you. ”

She didn't immediately ask Yu to believe in herself, to believe in Si Jitian.

In this case, Yu's emotions are on the verge of collapse, and he can't be persecuted.

Si Yutian fell into an eternal silence.

He gradually calmed down.

He sat in the room all night.

He thought a lot about it that night.

He remembered the way Si Jitian tried to please himself, he thought of lemons, and he thought of the stargazing platform.

He remembered Si Jitian's clean, clear and longing eyes, where there was still half a prince's appearance, like a stray dog lacking love.