"Mother went with me, and she knew." Xiao Jiyan's face was mysterious.

Zheng Li shook his head helplessly, and Ren Xiaoji, who was still very gentle, ran away.

After coming to the garden, Zheng Li looked up and looked at the roses blooming all over the garden, and a deep sense of relief gradually appeared in his eyes.

Little Ji Yan looked up at his mother's happy face, and he jumped up very happily and said, "Mother, happy birthday." ”

Zheng Li squatted down, hugged Xiao Ji Yan into his arms and said, "Yan'er, have you been tinkering for so long, just to plant these roses for your mother and celebrate her birthday?" ”

"Hmm." Xiao Ji Yan nodded vigorously and said: "Mother likes roses, so Yan Er thinks that if her mother can see the roses planted by Yan Er herself on her birthday, will she like it even more and be happier." ”

"Silly boy, hard work." Zheng Li kissed it, Xiao Jiyan's forehead, and his eyes were full of happiness.

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Little Yoshigan's head shook like a rattle.

"Madame, it's time to eat." A maid stepped forward and called Zheng Li lightly. Zheng Li's thoughts were suddenly recalled.

"Put the food in the young master's room, I'll eat it later." Zheng Li commanded lightly.

"Yes." After the maid respectfully accepted the order, she retreated.

"The rose is alone, lonely and self-appreciative, and now, why am I not in such a situation." Zheng Li looked at Rose and muttered bitterly to himself.

"There are thousands of knots in the heart, and there are thousands of sufferings, and there is no one to complain to."

In front of the Haoyue Building

The Korean Duke and the old lady, leading the people of the Han Mansion, came to Haoyue Tower, but found that the door of Haoyue Tower was closed.

What's going on. Han Gong and others were very puzzled in their hearts.

"Haoyue Building is closed for a day today, and I heard that the proprietress took a group of girls to the suburbs of Xishan City." A kind aunt, reminded.

"Thank you." The old lady replied politely.

"Mother, then we should wait now, or go to the outskirts of Xishan City." Han Gong was a little dizzy, at this moment, he really couldn't make up his mind.

"Go to Xishan, we and Ziyu that girl, it's easy to miss. After all, Xishan is so big, we can't find them at all for a while, where are they. The old lady sighed.

"Mother, the sun is so big today, we might as well go to the tea house opposite first and rest for a while." Han Gong was worried about his mother's body and suggested.

"Foolish." The old lady glanced at Han Gong and was furious, when did his son become so stupid.

"Mother." Han Gong was very aggrieved in his heart, he was just worried about his mother's body.

When the people in the Han Mansion heard this, although they were reluctant, no one dared to talk back to the old lady. Han Gong is a well-known filial son, and at this moment, no one will think that his life is long.

"Get on your knees." After the old lady gave an order, she took the lead in the direction of Haoyue Tower and knelt down. After the old lady knelt down, Han Gong had no choice but to kneel.

Seeing the eyes of everyone in the Han Mansion, the Han Gong and the old lady knelt down, and at this moment, no one dared to stand.

At the door of Haoyue Tower, dozens of people knelt down at the same time, such a scene is so spectacular. In just an instant, all the people around him were attracted to it.

"What's going on, what's going on?" The people who came later asked curiously about the people who came first.

"I don't know, we were all attracted by the spectacular scene of the Korean family kneeling together, and we were very curious about the details."

"I've heard a piece of news, but I don't know if it's true." A middle-aged man in his thirties whispered. Although his voice was not loud, the people around him inadvertently listened to him and surrounded him curiously.

"Brother, come and hear about it?" A teenager urged anxiously.

"Little brother, don't worry, listen slowly."

"Okay, okay."

"Have you heard that not long ago, a girl came to this Haoyue Building, her face was veiled, she was dressed in white, and she danced a whirlwind, and overnight, she became famous Bian Liang."

"We all know this, now this Bian Liang's son, who is not curious, the appearance of this peerless woman."

The middle-aged man asked, "Do you know what that girl's name is?" ”

"Brother Tai, don't play dumb riddles, I don't know." The boy said anxiously.

"I know, I know." A plump man raised his hand and stood up and said: "I was fortunate to be present at that day's performance, at that time, I remember very clearly, the proprietress said that the girl's name is Ziyu." ”

"And Miss Ziyu also said that she was born in a famous family, but she loved dancing very much, so she hid it from her father and came to Haoyue Tower to bring her dancing posture to everyone to enjoy."

"Miss Ziyu is an extraordinary woman."

"Not bad, not bad." A group of men expressed their approval.

Although the voices of the men were not loud, they did not want to, and deliberately concealed the content of their words.

As a result, everyone in the Han Mansion who was kneeling, everyone's expressions were very colorful. Among them, only Han Zinuo has the strongest hatred.

Why, a concubine, her appearance, has been pressed on herself since she was a child. Now, she is obviously trapped in the Qinglou and has become a more lowly woman, but she is still able to win a lot of praise from those men.

In their eyes, Han Ziyu seems to be a legendary existence. She hates so much, why?

Han Ziyu, why is she?

"It's just that this and the Korean family, kneeling here, what does it have to do with it." The young man's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Little brother, there is a rumor of extermination of humanity, I wonder if you have heard of it?" The middle-aged man clenched his fists with some indignation.

"Brother, let's hear it."

"Okay."

"I heard that there is a concubine in the Guogong Mansion, named Han Ziyu, who was jealous of her eldest sister Han Zinuo and framed to death because of her excellent appearance.

The Korean public was afraid that this farce would affect the reputation of his daughter, so he did not hesitate to order his subordinates to roll up a broken straw mat and abandon it to a mass grave on the outskirts of the city. ”

"There are such things." The people looked at the people of Han Mansion, and their eyes were unconsciously stained with a touch of contempt. And for that, Han Zinuo, who mutilated his sister, was even more disdainful and spurned.

"I think, in the next place, even if you don't say anything, little brother, you can connect the cause and effect of the whole thing together."

The young man nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand." ”

"Miss Ziyu is the concubine of the Han Mansion who will not die in a catastrophe." The young man suddenly realized: "Miss Ziyu, holding her scarred body, after returning to Bian Liang, she didn't dare to return to the Han Mansion, but fortunately she was taken in by the proprietress of Haoyue Building, so she was saved from being displaced." ”

"That's right, I didn't expect Miss Ziyu's talent to be appreciated by Your Majesty, Your Majesty knew the life experience of Miss Ziyu through the building, and was very distressed, so he scolded the Korean Duke in the court."

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more excited he became: "Your Majesty also said to Han Gong: Your Han family's right to decide life and death will be handed over to Han San's girl, if she forgives you and is willing to return to the Guogong Mansion, your Han family's treatment will be as usual." On the contrary, they will be executed all over the house to set an example. ”

"Hmph." The young man snorted coldly and said, "No wonder I will bring everyone from the Han Mansion to this Haoyue Tower." ”

"It turns out that it is not a discovery of conscience, but greed for life and fear of death."

The words of the people, my words, the Korean public heard in their ears, and they were angry. I wanted to argue, but I found that I had no reason to argue.

Han Gong thought to himself, from now on, what kind of face does he have, among those colleagues, raise his head and be a man. What does he look like today?

However, it is a lost dog with a tail between it.

"Xiaoquan, you have to remember that as long as you live, there is no face that you can't earn back." The old lady looked at Han Gong, on the verge of collapse, and couldn't help but whisper in Han Gong's ear.

"My son understands." The Korean man gritted his teeth, and his teeth itched with hatred for Han Ziyu in his heart.

"It's good to understand." The old lady finally showed a smile of relief on her face. Son, I hope you really understand.

"Mother, daughter doesn't want to live anymore." Han Zinuo listened to the conversations of those people, she was really about to collapse. Why, why, the right one is always Hanziyu.

"Phew, phew." Mrs. Han glared at Han Zinuo and whispered: "Nuo'er, if you die, how can you marry, how can Murong Chen, who you have always admired, become the princess of Chu State." ”

Hearing her mother mention Murong Chen, Han Zinuo's eyes crossed a touch of shyness, she tried her best to calm down, and said to Mrs. Han: "Mother, Nuo'er is just angry for a while. ”

"Nuo'er wants to live well, Nuo'er wants to become the wife of Murong Gongzi, become the princess of Chu, and become the future queen of Chu."

Han Zinuo's eyes gradually transformed from the initial anger to possession and desire.

"Han Ziyu, what kind of thing is she?"

"This is my Wei Xuebi's daughter, the courage she should have." Mrs. Han's eyes finally showed a look of relief.

West Hill on the outskirts of the city

Under the wishing tree, Murong Chen and I sat next to each other for a long time, for a long time, and suddenly, a funny idea popped up in my mind.

"Murong, Murong." I tugged at Murong Chen's sleeve and called anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Murong Chen looked at my anxious appearance with a puzzled expression.

"Murong, wait a minute, I'll carry you down the mountain, okay?" I looked at Murong Chen with a look of hope.

Murong Chen stared at me lightly and didn't speak for a long time. One second, two seconds, three seconds, time passed second by second, I couldn't help but wave my hand in front of Murong Chen's eyes, and repeated again: "Murong, wait a minute, I'll carry you down the mountain, okay?" ”

Murong Chen smiled at the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stroked my forehead with his right hand in confusion and said, "Ziyu, do you have a fever?" ”

I looked depressed, patted Murong's hand, and said angrily: "Murong, I don't have a fever, I really want to carry you down the mountain." Murong, don't look at my small body, my strength is not small. ”

"Unless I die." Murong Chen listened to me for a long time, and suddenly said this coldly.

"Hmph, if you don't let me carry you, then you won't want to carry me in the future." I tilted my head and looked at Murong Chen angrily: "Machismo, I don't want to deal with you in the future." ”

Murong Chen looked at my excited expression, moved his lips, and asked me shallowly: "Ziyu, do you move your back?" ”