The baby's cry came from the delivery room, and the old man was ecstatic outside the door, and hurriedly asked Wen Po who came out of the delivery room, "Is it a boy?"

Wen Po trembled happily: "Congratulations to Master Yuan, congratulations to Master Yuan, he is a big fat boy!"

"Hahahaha! Good! That's wonderful!" Master Yuan looked at Chu Qiyang, who was also smiling beside him, "Well done, my wish has finally been fulfilled."

"Dad's wish is also Qiyang's wish." Chu Qiyang hooked the corners of his mouth and pulled the fake smile more seriously.

A round-faced maid came out of the house with the child in her arms: "Master, uncle, look at the little master."

The original master hugged the child and couldn't put it down, carefully stroked the little face of the doll, and didn't let go despite the baby's crying and touching for a long time.

The maid couldn't help but persuade, "Master, I'm afraid the little master is going to drink milk."

Wen Po took Zhen'er and took the child back. The old man was satisfied, and then looked at the little maid and pinched her round face: "Are you scared?"

The maid covered her flat belly: "How can you be afraid? The old man's child will surely be blessed with a great life."

The picture on the mirror surface blurred, and Linghua put away the connoisseur mirror.

This round-faced maid ...... It was clearly the person who took her to Yuan Qiuying's residence that day!

According to the mirror, she has an unclear relationship with the original master, and she is pregnant with Liujia, why is she still a maid now?

It's just a maid, not a personal maid, and she doesn't serve by the side of the original master, but sprinkles and sweeps outside, is it deliberately transferred?

Linghua was thinking about it, and a voice came quietly: "The old man is very old, and he is actually very blessed."

Linghua turned around when she heard this, and Heng Gu stood behind her with a fried hair, I don't know how long I had been watching.

He was like a fire all over his body, trying his best to suppress his anger: "Yuan Qiuying's father and Xianggong are quite different things, even if they are not their closest relatives, they can't bully people ruthlessly!"

He gasped and pointed to the mirror and cursed, "What a bastard! Yuan Qiuying is so small, these two men are tall and big, how can they be embarrassed to do it!"

Linghua stroked his arm and motioned for him to calm down. She recalled Yuan Qiuying's envious expression when she looked at her and Heng Gu on the boat, and said with emotion, "No wonder she envies us so much."

Hengu Nahan: "You know her?"

Linghua soothed his heart: "Henggu, have you seen it? Both Yuan Qiuying's father and Xianggong used the same method to make "disobedient women" obedient.

They used their own strength advantage to harm, used their power advantage to suppress, and even used ideological shackles to burden Yuan Qiuying.

They see Yuan Qiuying as a subordinate at the mercy of others, and they need a subordinate who can do what they want, not a daughter and wife."

Heng Gu seemed to understand and said, "You mean that these two men don't treat Yuan Qiuying as a human being?"

"They don't understand the word 'respect', probably in their hearts, only they are 'human'. Not only only do they only think about their own gains, but they also intend to take away everything from others and destroy the spirit of others, just for two words - "obedience".

"It's so deceitful!" Heng Gu rubbed his face and rolled up his sleeves, "When are we going to help Yuan Qiuying?"

Linghua pressed his hand: "Naturally, it is a matter of figuring out the truth, I don't know the whole picture, so I don't dare to help easily."

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Henggu scratched his head.

Linghua nodded, "There are some."

"Okay." Henggu threw himself on the mattress on the ground and put his arm under his cheek, "Then I'll listen to it."

Linghua sat down on his mattress, and his voice was like gurgling water: "First of all, Yuan Qiuying married someone she didn't like, and she was forced to have a child.

For Zhen'er, she should not like it, and she has said many times that "life will be better without children".

Then why did she say that she wanted to take revenge after Zhen'er died? Did you just listen to what I said, so did you say it according to my will?

Second, the little lady of the original family is also quite strange, listening to what people say

, Yuan Qiuying doesn't care about her, although this is a failure to fulfill her responsibilities, but it is also understandable.

But why doesn't Miss Xiao's biological mother care? And her crying and vigilance that day was not like the "wild child" in the mouths of the maids, but very sensible."

Henggu sat up and nodded: "When I was young, Ah Niang also told me that I can't eat the food given by others by the way, and only making it myself is the most reassuring."

"That's right, it can be seen that the little lady is not inhumane, but someone teaches her." Linghua said as he put down the sleeves that Henggu had put up.

Heng Gu suddenly felt a little uneasy, staring at Linghua and couldn't take his eyes off.

Linghua straightened his sleeves and looked away and continued, "And that maid, if she had successfully given birth to a child, there should have been three children in the original mansion, but now it seems that this is not the case. Where is the maid's child?"

"Do you want to look at it again with the Mind Mirror?" Henggu pointed to the remnant mirror on the table.

"No need, I'll talk to Yuan Qiuying." Linghua got up and walked to the door, "There are some things I want to hear from her personally."

The autumn wind is much colder, the leaves are yellow, the hearts of the people are depressed, and the depression for no reason swallows the heart and spleen.

Linghua was walking alone on the path, and suddenly saw a sneaky female figure hiding and walking towards Yuan Qiuying's residence, tilting her head and looking into the house.

Linghua recognized this person at a glance as the maid who had an affair with the original master, and she lowered her steps and walked near the grass to observe the movements of the round-faced maid.

The maid tiptoed to the door of Yuan Qiuying's room, skillfully scraped a small piece of window paper with her little fingernail and looked in. It's not enough to watch it for a long time, but I also listen to the movement inside.

Linghua picked up the stones on the ground and threw them behind the maid, she was so frightened that she let out a low cry, and hurriedly covered her mouth and fled out.

Linghua lowered her footsteps and followed her, and after she ran more than a dozen steps away, a slender rope of light was released from her palm and tightly wrapped around the maid's body. With a slight tug, the maid flew back to her like a flying kite.

A frightened cry crossed his ears, and Linghua immediately drew an enchantment to frame the two together, standing face to face in the closed enchantment, hiding his figure.

"Who the hell are you?!" The maid trembled and pointed at Linghua and looked up and down, and when she saw the light rope in Linghua's hand, she was shocked and asked, "Is it you!" You're the infanticide, aren't you?!"

The devil of infanticide?

Linghua was about to continue with the maid's words, when suddenly she rushed up and slapped Linghua's body frantically: "You are the murderer! Give me my life! Give me back my son's life!"

It turns out that the maid's child has died, so the "infanticide demon" in her mouth is the murderer of the child?

Linghua didn't want to say anything about the maid's crazy appearance, and her fingertips gathered a little bit of spiritual power and sprinkled it on her, and the maid immediately fainted to the ground. Linghua leaned down and pointed his index finger between the maid's forehead, and some afterimages came into mind.

"Uncle Wang, look, how cute my child is!"

On the street, the maid walked in the middle of the road with a half-year-old doll in her arms and smumbly showed off: "Aunt Li, I just said that I can soar into the sky, you see, I gave birth to a young master to the original family!"

The maid raised her head under the praise of everyone: "Now Nanxiang knows that the original family has a young master, and he was born by me, and I am going to be developed!"

The maid turned her head to find a teahouse to drink tea, but she didn't see that a pair of eyes were already staring at her in the dark.

The sky sounded like an explosion of thunder, and the maid slept soundly this night. Remembering that her children were always afraid of thunder, she cried incessantly, so she lit the lamp and got up to listen quietly, but she did not hear any crying.

She pushed the old man's shoulder: "Master, the child has not moved, is it the nurse who took it away?"

"I don't know, I don't know, you go and ask the nurse about birth and raise, and ask me what to do?" The old man turned over impatiently, and the snoring was louder than thunder.

The maid reluctantly walked to the child's small bed with a small candle, and the bright light of the bean was particularly dazzling at the moment.

There was a blood-red patch in front of him.

The bedding on the small bed was scattered on the ground, and a large amount of blood was splashing down from the bed, and the child's body was gone

, with only a few pieces of minced meat and a skull with closed eyes left on the bed.

There are no dead bodies.

"Ah!!h

"What do you think of the kids?! How could such a thing happen?"

"Master, what should I do, what should I do?"

「…… You and I are not married, and it is not disgraceful for this child to say it, so let's keep a low profile."

"But sir, he died a strange death!"

"It's so much worse to be embarrassed than to be weird! I warned you not to talk nonsense, this is your retribution! Go out and work in the future, I don't want to see you again, bad luck."

The afterimage disappeared, and Linghua opened his eyes and looked at the maid with a complicated expression.

Is it a coincidence that the same way of dying appears twice in the same place? Or is it deliberate?

It seems that it is necessary to explore Yuan Qiuying, she lives in the original house, and it is impossible to know nothing.

With a wave of her hand, Linghua took the memory of the maid who met her and threw it into the sky.

Walking quickly to the door of Yuan Qiuying's room, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door gently: "Sister Qiuying, I've come to see you."

Sure enough, there was silence in the room for a long time, and a tired female voice floated through the door and window: "Sister Ling Hua, let's go, get out of here, I really don't want to see anyone."

"Are you afraid I'll see your wounds?" Linghua stroked the door frame, "I saw what happened to you that day, have you always lived like this?"

The room was still silent, but Linghua seemed to hear the turbulent waves in Yuan Qiuying's heart.

She continued, "It's because you're isolated that you cherish your time with me, don't you? If you turn me away at this moment, won't there be no hope at all?"

"Sister Qiuying, to tell you the truth, I do have some doubts in my heart, and it is because I believe in you that I want to come to you. If there is anything you can help, my sister will not let you go to prison."

There was still no response inside, and Linghua listened carefully close to the door frame, hearing intermittent sobbing. She was relieved and didn't speak again.

It was silent for a long time, so long that Linghua already felt that Yuan Qiuying would no longer care about her. Suddenly, the door was opened, and Yuan Qiuying stood unnaturally using her hair to cover the wound on her face, and her eyes dodged, "Sister come in."

Linghua stepped into Yuan Qiuying's exclusive pure land with gentle steps, and she took out a brown bottle from her arms: "This is the golden creation medicine, the best way to deal with this kind of trauma, it will be effective with one touch."

Yuan Qiuying looked at the medicine handed over and stretched out her hands but didn't take it, Linghua saw that her fingertips trembled slightly, and a huge teardrop fell on the back of her hand.

"Linghua, why are you the only ones who are so good to me?" Yuan Qiuying touched her cheek, which was an injury caused by her own father.

"But I don't deserve your kindness to me, I'm a cold and selfish person, I want to live the life I want, and I've never satisfied the people around me.

I was such a failure...... None of my wishes could be fulfilled, and my relatives didn't like me, I was really lonely, sometimes I could only talk to myself, like a ridiculous madman......" Yuan Qiuying said and leaned on Linghua's shoulder and cried, just like Zhen'er sobbing helplessly on the night she died.

Linghua's eyes were indifferent, but he gently stroked her thin back: "Now I will accompany you, if you have anything you want to talk about, just say it boldly, I won't treat you like your father."

Yuan Qiuying raised her head, looked at Linghua seriously, hesitated for a while and asked, "Do you think my father loves me?"

Linghua replied, "He doesn't love you anymore, but he still keeps you. But don't be grateful to him, because he hit you."

Yuan Qiuying desperately resisted the urge to cry, and asked again, "Then do you think I love Zhen'er?"

Does she love Zhen'er? This answer seems ambiguous, why did the maid's child die? After experiencing such a major event, why did Zhen'er die? Can Yuan Qiuying be left alone?

Ke Linghua saw her look at Zhen'er's eyes, clearly with an indescribable warmth.

She was the one who walked around with Zhen'er on the boat, she was the one who was afraid that Zhen'er would get sick, and she was the one who carried the rattle for Zhen'er. If you really don't love,

How can we be close every day?

"You love." Linghua said firmly, "You love Zhen'er, but you don't want to admit it."

Yuan Qiuying was stunned, she nodded and shook her head, covered her face and cried uncontrollably: "I don't love him! It's better if he's dead! His death is a relief for us!"

Linghua looked at her silently, "You did something to Zhen'er, right?"

Yuan Qiuying forgot to cry for a while, sat down on the stool in despair, and patted her chest: "It's me, it's me who sent the child to the tiger's mouth with my own hands."

She looked up at Linghua, who had been looking at her wordlessly, "Madam Ling, don't you want to hear me? Then I'll tell you everything, anyway, these things are hidden in my heart and torture me so much that I can't sleep at night, and it will be your nightmare to say it, and I will have a companion."