Different from the confrontation between the three people in the cold living room, separated by a wall, the warm inner bedroom is a different scene, and Yu Yu is kneeling on the soft couch covered with two layers of bedding, and is lying on the windowsill with both hands looking out. At the head of the couch stood the man in a black and white mask, with his arms folded and his back against the window railing, listening to the movement outside the house.

It is not strange for Lu Zhi to take out Yun Niang's suicide note, the jade is not strange, Han Li asked people to send things to the Huaiguo Mansion, Lu Zhi let her see some last night, in addition to the jade pu, there are also some things that are unknown to Hongzhuang and the imperial court, just the value of those news, I am afraid that it is ten times the value of the beautiful jade that is now worn on her neck, so it makes her have a ridiculous idea that Han Li is using these secrets that cannot be exchanged as a dowry.

However, she just read the suicide note carefully, and didn't study anything else, just before Lu Zhigang opened his mouth, she didn't know that her childhood stupidity and Lu's premature birth were also related to Liniang?

Yun Niang, who seemed to be on a desperate road because of her grudge against Fang Qiao and King An, actually said "Li Niang harms me" in that short poem, using the method of Tibetan preface, Lu Shi, who thought that she would be born prematurely because of the bumpy work, was also related to Li Niang?

What did this woman do, even Fang Qiao, who seemed to know her well, didn't know about it?

The puzzled Yu ignored the masked man's sometimes inquiring gaze and continued to look through the window.

Li Niang was still immersed in the blow of being used by Fang Qiao for more than ten years just now, and when she heard Lu Zhi suddenly ask, she didn't react for a while, and she was stunned to look at Fang Qiao's eyes, those usually gentle eyes, apologetic and helpless eyes a moment ago, but at this moment they are full of forbearance. She jumped in her heart, and wanted to open her mouth to argue for herself, but she was afraid that it would get darker and darker, but she didn't know that the dodge in her eyes had already revealed one or two.

Fang Qiao just stared at her, seeing her reaction in his eyes, although it was only a short moment of panic and dodge, it was enough to tell him the answer.

This emaciated man, with some gray temples, stood in the middle of the hall, his face was inconspicuous, but his heart was churning, his fists covered by the cuffs were tightly clenched together, and his mind was in chaos. He knew that she had a connection with Han Li's side, but half a year after the Lu family left, because of Yun Niang's suicide note, he never suspected that Li Niang had intervened in this matter, but completely pointed the finger at Han Li.

Over the years, he still treated her like this woman when he knew that she was not the gentleness she showed, although there was a reason to investigate clues from her, but it was not because after the Lu mother and son left, she was by her side when she was the loneliest, and she shared those heavy secrets with herself, and this affection could not be regarded as non-existent.

However, there is also a prerequisite for him to treat her like this, that is, what she does cannot step on his bottom line!

"Why, don't you dare to ask her, or don't you have to ask at all? I just told you so much hatred, but do you know where my hatred came from in all kinds of grievances thirteen years ago? Let me tell you, because of the death of Yun Niang's woman, that night, your sword stabbed our father-son affection, and the slap you slapped me away from my hatred. ”

Lu Zhi leaned over, changed his legs, rested on the armrest with one elbow, supported his chin with the back of his hand, and saw through Fang Qiao's inner struggle, because of the strange smile on his delicate and handsome face, he was a little strange, his voice was deliberately very soft, and he said slowly with some inducement:

"You know it yourself, if Yun Niang didn't die at that time, everything might be different, you would safely send us to another courtyard to take refuge, when the dust settled, surrounded by children and good wives, instead of becoming a joke after tea and dinner in the entire Chang'an City like today, when you get old, you don't even have a son to send off."

"You said that it was Yun Niang's fault, King An's fault, and Han Li's fault, the two people in front of him had already died, Han Li, you can't catch him. Now there is another wrong person, the one who caused your wife to be separated, and she is standing in front of you, how are you doing? ”

Fang Qiao listened to Lu Zhi's words, his face could no longer be hung up, even if he sank, if he said that the thing that made him regret the most back then, it was that he didn't take care of it, and there was such an accident as Yun Niang, which made his originally stable arrangement go wrong, and it was irreparable in the end.

But people can't be resurrected after death, so he transferred his anger to Han Li related to Yun Niang's death. All these years have passed, but now he is told that one of the culprits he has resented for thirteen years is the woman who has been by his side for thirteen years!

As much as he managed to tell him, Lu Zhi deliberately said this to him, but emotionally, he couldn't suppress the anger and embarrassment at the moment! By now, he has a vague feeling that he is afraid that he has been beaten by Han Li, the man he least wants to be compared, and he has been a fool for thirteen years!

Li Niang was keenly aware of Fang Qiao's change in face, and she didn't care about saying the wrong thing, so she stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and said urgently:

"Master, don't listen to his nonsense, this is clearly sowing discord, how can Yun Niang's death be related to me? I admit that I have a connection with Han Li, but it was also after the eldest lady left home, I was confused for a while before I did wrong things, and he took the handle to blackmail, and I made mistakes again and again, I dare not ask you for forgiveness, but you have to believe me, I know how heavy the young lady is to you, how can you do something to hurt them, master, you have to believe me, Yun Niang's death really has nothing to do with me, you, you say something? ”

Fang Qiao, who was already sure that this matter was related to her, saw that she looked like she didn't admit it, her face was tight, and she showed her the second suicide note of Yun Niang, which Han Li had never shown him back then, and endured her anger, and said:

"It is written in black and white, 'Liniang harms me', how do you, how do you want me to believe you?"

A short poem, under Fang Qiao's clear words, Li Niang looked at it, and found all kinds of mysteries, she couldn't cry just now, tears "swooped" and flowed down, slowly lowered her head, her forehead was against his shoulder, and she choked up:

"I, I know that I have never been taken to heart by you, but this poem of unknown origin, you suspect that I am the one who harmed me, and you don't believe me at all, my infatuation and companionship for more than ten years, but I can't get your little trust, so, what am I still alive for?!"

Just when Fang Qiao listened to her crying and wailing, and there was a trace of struggle in her eyes, she suddenly whispered hard, and as soon as his arm was loosened, he saw the person in front of him turn around and rush towards the bare wall on the left side of the back, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but he couldn't run as fast as her, and he could only see her lower her head and hit the wall hard, and after making a muffled "bang", she fell to the ground softly.

"Li Niang!"

After Fang Qiao's breath was stagnant, he hurriedly ran forward and helped the person up, but he turned her over and hugged her in his arms, but he saw a piece of blood red!

"Liniang, Liniang?" After screaming a few times, he didn't see her answer, his fingers trembled slightly under her nose, and the still breathing made him breathe a little relieved, but the blood that was still flowing from her head made his whole heart rise again, and he barely calmly ripped off the hem of his clothes and covered her head with the inevitable wound, gritted his teeth and picked up the person, and was about to rush out of the house, but he kicked the door of the house, but he didn't move, and the door was locked from the outside.

"Call someone to open the door!" Fang Qiao turned his head and roared.

"Heh... Huh..."

In front of the door, there was the father who was screaming in anger, and on the lonely chair, there was a son who was chuckling lightly, as if such a big living person had just killed himself by hitting the wall, what a funny joke. In the living room, this scene is really weird to the extreme.

"Someone! Open the door! Open the door! Seeing Lu Zhi's demeanor, Fang Qiao couldn't be angry, holding someone in his arms, but his feet kept kicking the door panel, and in the empty living room, there was a "clang" sound.

Lu Zhi listened to it in his ears, looked at the blood red on the wall with the urgent voice, drank the last sip of tea in the teacup in his hand, put it on the next few cases, stopped laughing, glanced at the window of the upper room, and said:

"I haven't finished speaking, come out and help her stop the bleeding."

Although Fang Qiao was anxious, he was still sane, and when he heard Lu Zhi say this, he turned his head to look, but when he saw that the bedroom that had been closed since he entered the house, he remembered the sound of "squeak" pulling the door, and the dark gray door curtain was opened, and out of it came a man dressed in moon white and wearing a black and white mask, followed by a girl with hair tied in a bun and a complicated complexion.

Yi Yu wore her hair scattered, sitting on the soft couch that had been moved to the living room, with a soft quilt behind her back, a warm stove at her feet, and Lu Zhi beside her, who was half-wrapping her arms around her and handing her water to drink. If it weren't for the fact that a man was holding a woman with a bloody face on the cold ground a few steps away, and asking another man to treat her wounds, she would have thought that she would have been able to go to bed after drinking the glass of water in her hand.

To tell the truth, she really didn't feel the slightest feeling when she watched Liniang crying in the house just now, but after Liniang hit the wall, a wave of sympathy suddenly rose - she followed a man who didn't love her for more than ten years.

Looking at the worry in Fang Qiao's eyes, Yi Yu sighed secretly, anyway, she won Bo, thirteen years, not thirteen days, even if she raised a dog, she would have feelings.

"What, are you dead?" Lu Zhi took the empty cup of the remaining jade and put it aside, and asked the masked man who stood up, who was wiping his hands with a square towel, and said:

"It's okay, you can't die."

Listening to the calm conversation between the two, Fang Qiao's face darkened, because Li Niang's blood had finally stopped, he lost the panic just now, looked up and said to Lu Zhi: "Ask someone to open the door." ”(！ )