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The little girl's soft and white hand lifted the curtain, and the painting building was full of suspicions.

The old-fashioned house, the carved window lattices are closed, the house has a strong smell of rosemary, a little stuffy, and the light is very dim. Hualou frowned, she has always used rosemary to calm her nerves. So, did Mrs. Murong not sleep well, so she used such a strong incense?

The inner bedroom is still spacious, and in the dim light, you can clearly see a whole set of dark brown round wood furniture, which is noble and magnificent, which should be used by the old man Murong during his lifetime; The bedroom was divided into two sections, separated by a green onion printed curtain and blocked by a one-man tall assorted mallet.

On the assorted mallet are several blue and white porcelain vases, several ancient books and a smiling jade Buddha.

Skirting the assorted mallet, the little maid lifted up the green curtain, and she could see a large stepping bed, and a lilac snow-cut tent half-hooked by a golden hook.

The bed is covered with moon-white embroidered gold and red thread flowers, quiet and elegant.

Mrs. Murong sat on the edge of the bed with her head bowed and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

She was wearing a wide Xiangzhu Lake silk snow-sprinkled thick placket, a long skirt of brocade clouds and gee after the rain, and her cheeks were white, which was three points plumper than last year.

The painting building was slightly surprised.

Mrs. Murong had already raised her hand and beckoned the painting building to come over. Seeing Murong Bancheng who came with him, his voice revealed indifference and vigilance: "You go out, I want to talk to the painting building alone......"

Murong Bancheng glanced at the painting building, and finally just said: "I'm just outside, something calls me!" ”

Mrs. Murong half-lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.

The room was quiet, except for the rosemary floating faintly, a little choking.

Hualou looked at Mrs. Murong's expression. In the dim light, her complexion was not too bad, and she was plumper than before; The eyes were half closed, and the crystal tears fell along the white cheeks without warning, and the hot tears fell on the placket, like the dew on the lotus leaves in midsummer, full and light.

She just held the hand of the painting building and didn't look at her. He didn't speak, but wept.

Hualou took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and said softly: "Mom, why don't you open the window to breathe in the daytime?" With the latticework closed in this way, the smell in the room is heavy. It's not good for you......"

Mrs. Murong took the veil and did not answer, but the tears rolled down even more.

The painting floor wanted to find something to say, diverting her attention. Crying like this is not good for your eyes. She wanted to get up and go to open the window, but Mrs. Murong held her hand tightly, and only after a while did she sob: "Painting Lou, Mom is fine." No need to open windows. Mom......"

She said.

In the dim light, Hualou felt that his lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and his heart was as clear as a hole fire.

Her eyes were cold, and she hurriedly suppressed her emotions, not wanting Mrs. Murong to be embarrassed.

“…… Mom has a body, it's been almost five months. Mom is shameless...... "Mrs. Murong choked up, and tears fell again. When she raised her hand to wipe away tears. Only then did Hualou notice a hideous scar on her wrist.

Hualou's heart seemed to be cut with a blunt object, and the pain was intense and slow. She grabbed Mrs. Murong's hand, brushed the scar with her soft fingers, and her eyes couldn't help but mist with water: "Mom, why are you so stupid!" ”

This is a scar left by a cut wrist.

Mrs. Murong hurriedly withdrew her hand, but it was not as strong as the painting building.

Whimpering whispered crying. It has become a wanton Peng Bo trend. She leaned on her shoulder and began to cry loudly.

The people outside the curtain also heard this terrible cry, and their eyes couldn't help but moisten slightly.

The painting building was at Murong's house, and he stayed until dusk before going back.

Seeing that her eyelids were slightly swollen, Mrs. Bai was also sour: "Did you see your mother?" She was a poor woman. Last time I went to see her. She's not going to be the same......"

The painting building smiled very reluctantly.

Mrs. Bai didn't bother her much, and asked her if she had eaten. Knowing that she had only come back from dinner at Murong Mansion, he asked the little maid to fetch water for her to bathe and let her rest earlier.

The next day, Hualou told Old Man Bai about going to Murong's house.

“…… This is a bad body, and no one wants to see it. "Draw the hallway.

Old Man Bai saw that she looked unwilling to talk deeply, thinking that even if Mrs. Murong was still alive, she was afraid that she would only have one breath left, so she didn't want to ask too much.

After breakfast, Hualou went out and said that he would go to Murong's house again.

Out of the Bai family's old mansion, she went to a small teahouse in the middle of nowhere, and met the generals sent by Han Dujun to protect her.

After talking for most of the noon, the painting building went to Murong Mansion.

She went directly to Murong Bancheng's study.

When the little maid brought the tea, she heard the angry roar of the old man: "...... Don't even think about it unless I'm dead......"

The face of the tall and handsome adjutant at the door sank, and the little maid trembled, handed the saucer to the adjutant, turned and ran away.

"I don't have anything left! I never expected you to recognize me, nor did I want you to forgive. But Yingsleeve, you don't want to take it away! Unless you kill me! If you have the ability, shoot at Lao Tzu......" Adjutant Yi and Adjutant Luo listened to this roar and glanced at each other, both helpless. In the end, Adjutant Yi made a look, and the two of them, like the little maid, withdrew from the courtyard and stood at the gate of the courtyard.

The roaring in the study gradually stopped, and Murong sat on the chair with a slumped expression.

Murong Hualou, who had never spoken, had a face as calm as water, and his dark eyes like agate were quiet, seemingly innocent, but in fact they were bottomless. She pursed her lips slightly, didn't look at Murong Bancheng, and finally said, "I'm not here to ask for advice, I'm just here to inform you!" ”

Murong Bancheng had just calmed down his anger, and he rushed up again.

Murong Hualou had already gotten up, walked to the window idly, gently rubbed the leaves of the Four Seasons Begonia, and the thick green hair was in the wind. Her voice was gentle and soft: "After so many years, there should be a decision between right and wrong!" You ask yourself, is it my mom who owes you more, or do you owe my mom more? ”

Murong Bancheng was slightly stunned, and his eyes were a little stunned.

"If you're a man, let my mom go with me! Stay in Lincheng, that child will be spurned by the world, and my mother will also die! She died once when she was pregnant with me, and if it weren't for my father, she would have been a barren mound; Now for the sake of this child, she died again. If you still have a little blood, if you still want this child to live a clean life, just let it go! You only thought that nineteen years ago, when Su Yingsleeve fell into the water, he was already dead! My mom and I are not people you should be missing! "The sound of the painting building is flat and gentle, as soft as a spring breeze.

But it is like a steel knife, inch by inch of Murong half-Cheng's heart.

Just when their mother and daughter are already dead?

This is the answer that his biological daughter, who he has been looking forward to day and night, will give him after knowing the truth!

"Do you want me to arrange it, or do you arrange it yourself?" Murong Hualou saw that there was no movement behind him for a long time, and turned around quietly, with a light smile in his eyes, without a trace of emotion, "I think it's still your arrangement!" Tomorrow, the second room of our house will be full of moon wine, and you will go to the funeral at seven o'clock in the evening! ”

"You can go!" Murong Bancheng's eyes were red, like the ferocity of a beast when it was furious, "I only want you to die, only if there has never been you!" My woman, my child, don't even think about it! ”

The smile of the painting building disappeared suddenly, and the clear eyes were sharp and suddenly appeared, like wanton flying catkins, covering the sky and the ground, filling the entire study. Her voice was as cold and resolute as iron: "You don't want to!" Well, I'll arrange it! ”

"You dare!" He confronted the painting building, "When you meet each other, I'm not afraid of you!" I have someone with a gun in my hand, and I am still the head of the Murong family! If you don't miss a trace of emotion, don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

"Good!" Hualou looked at the eyes that were exactly the same as himself, and his whole body was full of evil energy, but his voice was low, revealing gloom, "Let me see your ability!" Today you have the ability to say that it is your woman and child, what a man! If you have the ability, leave them, and if you have the ability, never think back to how you gave up on me and my mother! If you have the ability, don't wait for my mother to feel guilty when she commits suicide again! You have the ability, and you forget why I am your sister living in this world! If you have the ability, block the rumors of Lincheng and let this child grow up safely! I'm waiting to see what you're capable of! ”

If you say what you just said, it is the pain of cutting flesh; Then these words are the pain of breaking bones.

Even the unbearable past hiding in the bone marrow has been spread out.

Murong Bancheng's blood-red eyes finally became as hot as flames.

His chest heaved violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

A drop of the blood was dyed on the placket of the painting building, and it was raised by the wind, and the blood-colored enchantment swam on the silk fabric, like a poppy blooming under the moonlit night.

She took a step back with a hint of disgust and turned to go out.

Seeing that the courtyard was empty, he knew that Adjutant Yi and Adjutant Luo had gently retreated to the gate of the courtyard.

She smiled with relief, and the two subordinates became more and more alert.

Whose blood flows in her body, Hualou doesn't care very much, as long as the woman who gave birth to her is Mrs. Murong, she will be satisfied. So when Mrs. Murong told her that Murong Bancheng was her biological father, she was only slightly taken aback, and she was not too shocked.

The love and hatred between them, the painting building doesn't care.

But staying in Lincheng, Mrs. Murong has no way to live.

Mrs. Murong told the painting building that after she came back from Yuzhou, he had never behaved like that. It's just because that night was the night they first met twenty years ago. When he got drunk, he was desperate to force her.

The whole house is his people, and she has nowhere to say anything and nowhere to ask for justice. Thinking that Murong Bancen was not yet an adult, he endured humiliation with blood and humiliation, and secretly survived. But having a child was a bolt from the blue for her, and it also broke her thoughts.

Knowing that she was pregnant, she chose to commit suicide in order to preserve the dignity of Old Lady Murong, Murong Bancen and Murong Hualou.

Blood stained the snow satin sheets.

It was also because of this that Murong Bancheng moved to her house and guarded her day and night.

Murong Bancheng's wife, Murong Chen, made a fuss, so she announced this ugly matter to the public. He was afraid that Su Yingsleeve would find a short-sighted situation again, so he scolded his wife and stayed by Su Yingsleeve's side.

Only then did he completely fall out with the Murong family.

"Go tell the steward that their eldest master just vomited blood......" When he came out, Hualou said indifferently to Adjutant Luo.

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Pay off the debt first. (To be continued)

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