An slept peacefully all night, and when Nu'er woke up in the morning, the table was neatly placed with the essence of Mr. Xu Boyong's lecture that Tong'an had arranged yesterday. She picked it up and took a cursory look, and said that although the child was young, he wrote well, and there were many rare words in the content of the arrangement, he was so young, and the words he recognized were just some commonly used words, and the use of rare words was so skillful, it must have taken a lot of effort in private.

The slave was very satisfied with Tong'an's hard work, and after a simple tidying up, he went to Shudeyuan in a good mood.

"Yo, Fourth Miss is here!" As soon as Wang Fu saw the slave, he happily greeted him. Nu'er was slightly blessed and asked, "It seems that Steward Wang is in a good mood, but what is the happy event?" ”

Wang Fu nodded yes and said, "Yesterday, the general came back and sent a message, asking the young lady to go to the study to serve today." As he spoke, Wang Fu's eyes fell on the wound on the slave's neck, thinking about the strange appearance of the general when he came back last night, he asked again, "Is there a big problem with Miss's wound?" ”

At the mention of the wound, the slave's hand unconsciously covered her neck, and she replied with a smile, "It's a minor injury, and you have to worry about it." ”

Wang Fu looked up at the sky and said, "The hour is not early." At present, the general is meeting guests in the study, so the fourth lady will wait at the door of the study first. ”

"Why, doesn't my father need to change the tea and add fragrance when he receives guests?" Nu'er asked with a smile.

Wang Fu's expression froze, but he reacted immediately, coughed twice to hide the sudden embarrassment, and lowered his voice with a smirk, "The general will not leave anyone to serve in the study, and he must not be disturbed by anyone. This is the rule of Shude Garden, and the fourth lady must keep it in mind. ”

No one is left behind, no one is disturbed.

The slave's eyes gradually became dark, and it seemed that this study was the most secret place in the general's mansion. She breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be well-behaved, and said softly, "Thank you for the housekeeper's reminder, the slave will go." ”

Because it was the first time to serve in the study, the slave did not stay so far away from the door guard, but stood still an arm's length away from the door. The person who spoke inside deliberately kept his voice low, and even if the slave was closer, he could only faintly hear a few staccato words.

"Liangzhou...... Books...... All have to die! ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering, followed by the sound of rushing footsteps, and Nu'er's eyebrows jumped, and she immediately turned around and walked to the door, making a knocking gesture.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and the person was not Lu Zhi but a pot-bellied man in his fifties, who was obviously startled when he saw the slave. Nu'er hurriedly bowed and saluted, "I just heard a noise inside, Nute came to see if the general and the lord had any orders." ”

As she spoke, Nu'er secretly glanced up at the situation in the study, and saw Lu Zhi standing on the side of the bookshelf with his hands on his back. The floor was littered with fragments of porcelain vases. The man waved his hand and strode away.

Just when the slave didn't know whether to advance or retreat, Lu Zhi's deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The slave walked in respectfully, keeping her body half-bent. She walked behind Lu Zhi, lowered her head, and said cautiously, "Nu'er is here to see my father." ”

Lu Zhi turned around slowly, he looked at the slave's low eyebrows, and couldn't help asking, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid. I suddenly understood. ”

"Since the death of his mother, the slave has always been very stubborn and often contradicts his father. But now the slave understands that there are some things that I can't change, father, you're right, it's me who is wrong. The slave no longer wants to live like a hedgehog like before, stabbing his relatives and friends around him. It's just that the slave doesn't know if it's right to do this. ”

These words were sincere, not only Lu Zhi was quite touched, but even the slave himself almost believed that this was his true words. Lu Zhi can get to today's position, with heavy troops in his hands, one person under ten thousand people, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. It is not easy to move people with emotion and arouse the rare father-daughter love in his heart. The slave knows that if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself, and if you can't even tell the truth from the falsehood of some words, let alone others?

And this time she was clearly successful. She could feel Lu Zhi's guilt for her, and she could feel his softness for a moment. That's enough, as long as he slowly lets down his guard against her and reveals himself to her as he is, then he will be like a soldier without armor, vulnerable.

Lu Zhi didn't say anything more, but sat down at the desk, he picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper.

"Grinding ink." Lu Zhi didn't even raise his head, and said in a deep voice.

Nu'er bent down slightly, and quickly stepped forward to stand on Lu Zhi's left side. She first drips water into the inkstone and pushes the ink into the inkstone. She stood very straight, grinding the ink very gently and with moderate force. The characters written by dipping in ink have the original color of ink, and they are smooth without ink residue. Lu Zhi couldn't help but glance up at Nu'er and said, "You have a good ink grinding." ”

Nu'er smiled faintly and asked, "How is it compared to the eldest sister?" ”

Lu Zhi turned around and continued to write, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Better than her." Then he put down the pen, dried and folded the ink on the letterhead, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with red wax. He continued: "Even if you are the best at Shengjing, the best thing will never be your turn. It's your life. ”

Life?

The slave was not angry but laughed: "It turns out that the slave is destined not to be able to enjoy the blessings." ”

When she said this, there was no resentment in the slave's tone, she lowered her head slightly and raised her eyebrows, as if she had seen the world thoroughly. This shouldn't belong to her age, and her old age and indifference deeply pierced Lu Zhi's father's heart. But what about the distress, what about the guilt, he still can't let him give up Lu Yinhua, how can a person who has been carefully cultivated for more than ten years say give up if he gives up?

Lu Zhi got up, "If you are sensible, I will not treat you badly in the future." With that, he walked out of the door with broad steps, and the slave muttered to his departing back, "Thank you for your love." ”

She slowly straightened up, her eyes scanning her surroundings and finally landing on the bookshelf where Lu Zhi was standing. Her eyes gradually became darker, and she had a feeling that Lu Zhi's secret was hidden in this bookshelf. But now was not the time to explore, so she packed up her things and silently exited the door. Lu Zhi's words just now echoed in his mind over and over again.

He said it was her life.

Life.

Is it? But Wei Nuer is not a person who believes in fate.

Walking in the twisting corridor, the slave's hand gradually clenched. Her heart fell into the storm of being hit by Lu Zhi, and she couldn't control her emotions at the moment, who had always been calm. She didn't notice the two sneaky shadows behind her. When she was defenseless, a person suddenly rushed up behind her, he was very strong, one hand controlled the slave's body with one move, and the other hand was holding a handkerchief and quickly covering the slave's mouth and nose.

The slave's consciousness gradually blurred, and suddenly, there was darkness in front of her, and she fell hard.

At noon, Koyanagi-an.

Lu Tongan came back from the school, and when he didn't see the shadow of the slave, he asked Bai Shuang: "The fourth sister hasn't come back yet?" ”

"No, I don't. Maybe Shudeyuan is busy, and he hasn't come back at this hour, so I'm afraid I won't come back until the evening. Bai Shuang took out a few plates of side dishes from the food box, a few leaves without oil and water, and not even meat foam stars, so he had no appetite when he looked at it. Bai Shuang made a big fuss today to no avail, presumably it was Li Yuzhi who said hello, these people dared to be so presumptuous. She said hatefully, "It's a dish from the big kitchen." It's all dog-eyed guys. I had to grieve my son. ”

Lu Tongan looked at these dishes, he casually pointed to two dishes that looked better, and said, "Keep these two dishes for the fourth sister." Leave me a steamed bun and take the rest away. ”

"Childe ......" Bai Shuang wanted to say something, but saw that Tong'an had already waved his hand into the house, so he had to bring out all the food as he instructed.

It was getting dark, and the curtain covered the night sky. In a trance, the slave felt a chill in her body, she shivered, and slowly opened her eyes. It was an unfamiliar room, with no candles inside, only the faint moonlight from outside shining through the windows. The slave stood up and looked around blankly, and she was shocked. Fear, coldness, and panic wrapped her like a pair of invisible hands, leaving her breathless and unable to get out.

Mother, mother......

From the roof to the floor, from the porcelain vase to the screen, from the bookshelf to the desk, every part of this room is covered with portraits of Wei Fuliu. Even the picture of the lady on the screen is her portrait. Wei Fuliu was either smiling and dancing, or bowing his head or hanging his eyes, or with tears in his eyes. Joy, anger, sorrow, music, playing the piano, painting and enjoying flowers, all kinds of paintings fill every corner. The mother in the painting shows her style with a smile and a smile, making the appearance of the slave in her memory clear again.

There are also some torn portrait fragments and several wine jugs on the ground. The slave squatted down, picked up a piece of shredded paper and put it in the palm of his hand, and could see that this was a portrait of his mother and Lu Zhi snuggling together. Suddenly there was a thunderclap outside, and the slave was shocked, and reason told her that her appearance here was definitely a conspiracy.

Where the hell is this?

Why is there such a place in this house?

Time passed little by little, and the uneasiness in the slave's heart became more and more. All the doors and windows around her were sealed, and she couldn't get out at all. She believed that if she stayed here for a few more incense sticks, someone would bring Lu Zhi to meet her. Wei Fuliu is a thorn in Lu Zhi's heart, no one can mention it, this is a tacit secret from the general's mansion.

In the panic, the slave saw the candlestick and flint on the desk and had a plan. She immediately picked up the flint and flint the candle, then went to the innermost side of the room and near the window to light the portrait.

The paper was flammable, and in an instant, a fire broke out in the house.

"It's on fire!"

"It's on fire! Come on! ”

Soon there was a commotion outside the house, and the slave smiled at the corner of his mouth and silently retreated to the corner near the main entrance.