"I'm not leaving."

Hua Rongzhan raised her chin, the stubbornness in her beautiful eyes was terrifying.

His voice was very soft: "Why? ”

Wen admire's eyes were filled with a layer of mist, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, staring at Hua Rongzhan and saying word by word: "My grandfather has to drink medicine every night in the middle of the night." Last night, the maid went into the house to deliver medicine, and found that her grandfather had a dagger in his chest, and his clothes and sheets were stained red with blood, and he was already out of breath. ”

Hua Rongzhan was shocked: "Wen Ge was always assassinated?!" So why don't you say it? ”

Wen admired a sad smile: "Because, I know who the murderer is." He didn't have any reason to return to Beijing, and he could only return to Beijing justifiably after my grandfather died. ”

The air in the embroidery building seemed to be solidified, and Hua Rongzhan was even more shocked in his eyes, but he clearly saw the affirmation from the beautiful eyes of the woman in front of him.

"How is that possible? He ......" Hua Rongzhan suppressed his beating heart, and his eyes were a little evasive, "He, he likes your ......"

Although he didn't want to tell Mu Mu this fact, he knew that Chu Suiyu did like Mu Mu, liked it in the blood, and liked it in the bone marrow.

Countless times, at the banquet, he saw Chu Suiyu quietly looking at Mu Mu's eyes.

Countless times, he and Chu Suiyu bought drunk in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou, and heard him call Mu Mu's maiden name when he fell to the ground drunk.

Chu Suiyu's liking is not even less than him.

The smile on the corner of Wen Qianmu's lips became more and more bitter, tears uncontrollably slid down his cheeks, his hands held the hem of his skirt, and his voice revealed bone-chilling tiredness: "I'd rather, he never liked me." He ruined my life......"

She didn't make a sound at all when she cried, but her tears kept falling, making Hua Rongzhan feel distressed.

He hugged her into his arms again, and his peach blossom eyes were full of determination: "Since Mu Mu doesn't want to leave, then I will stay in the capital with you." Whatever Mu Mu wants to do, I will accompany him to the end. It's just that now, I want Mu Mu to cry loudly, don't care about beauty and ugliness, don't care about anything else, just cry indulging. ”

Wen admired him tightly, and the silent cry gradually evolved into a small sob, until finally turned into a howl.

In front of this man, she didn't have to have any pretense.

She is her, not Princess Jinning, not the young lady of the Wen family.

She's just Wen admired.

Hua Rongzhan gently patted her on the back and turned her head to look at the windowsill, where there was a pot of begonias.

It was he who spent countless efforts at the beginning to cultivate it and give it to her with his own hands.

Even in winter, begonia flowers still bloom beautifully.

It can be seen that over the years, she has raised flowers very well.

On the seventh day after the burial of Elder Wen Ge, Chu Suiyu appeared on the official road with dozens of horsemen.

The handsome and gentle man in the past now looks dusty.

He had a beard on his lips, and his eyes, which had once been full of affection, were now cold.

The inky black cloak hunted in the wind, and he hooked the corners of his lips, grabbed the horse's belly, and galloped towards the capital.

He entered the palace first, asked Chu Yunjian for peace, and then went to the Wen Mansion.

Wen Mansion Embroidery Building, Wen admired standing in front of the bronze floor-to-ceiling mirror in a middle coat, and his seven-month-old belly couldn't be covered up if he wanted to.

Yun'er brought her a loose red dress with a sad face, "Miss, why don't you leave with the playboy, if you are seen by the king of the county......"

The title of the master of her family changed again and again, and in the end, when outsiders were not there, she simply called her Miss, and she had nothing to do with the county king, which was also comfortable to listen to.

Wen Qianmu changed into that long skirt and did not change his face: "As Rong Zhan said, he likes me, so he won't do anything to me." ”

She bet on this man's sincerity, and if she bet right, she could kill him.

Yun'er looked at the ruthless light in her master's eyes that she had never seen before, and secretly felt frightened.

Chu Suiyu worshiped Wen Ge Lao in the family temple of Wen Mansion, and then walked up to visit Wen Ting.

Now that the old lady of the pavilion is sick, the Wen Mansion is ruled by the young lady of the Wen Mansion.

She knew that her daughter's body couldn't be hidden, if she didn't show it to Chu Suiyu, she would seem to want to cover it, so she had to frown and take Chu Suiyu to the embroidery building.

After all, Mumu has been his wife for so many years, and he should be reluctant to kill the killer.

Chu Suiyu held his hands behind his back, and the embroidery building was elegant and pure, just like that person's temperament.

Mrs. Wen led him to the boudoir, and Chu Suiyu quietly looked at the woman sitting in the light and shadow, she seemed to be doing better than before he left Beijing, and her body was a little fatter.

"Let's all get out."

Wen admired his back to everyone.

Yun'er saluted, and her eyes retreated red.

Mrs. Wen was afraid that her daughter would suffer a loss and wanted to stay here, but Chu Suiyu's long-term follower had already closed the door.

There was silence in the room.

Chu Suiyu wanted to step forward to talk to the woman who was thinking about it, but she felt a little guilty.

After being silent for a long time, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to put his hand on her shoulder, but his hand reached into the air, and suddenly heard Wen Qianmu speak: "I'm pregnant." ”

The words landed, and even the air condensed.

Chu Suiyu stared at her bulging abdomen in disbelief, and after a long while, the tenderness in her eyes suddenly disappeared, and she roared angrily: "Wen Qimu, you betrayed me?!" ”

Wen Qianmu slowly stood up, her face still beautiful.

Even because she is pregnant, she is even more bright and moving.

She stared at Chu Suiyu, and after a long time, she chuckled: "You and I know what you did to my grandfather." You're working hard for that chair—"

"Smack!"

Before she finished speaking, Chu Suiyu slapped her directly.

Wen admired the reddening of his cheeks and glared at him stubbornly.

Chu Suiyu stepped forward, grabbed her chin, and said in a cold and bitter voice: "Do you think that if you are pregnant with his child, you can force me to write a letter of resignation?" I said, all your life, you are trying to run away from me! Come on, take the side concubine back home! ”

The two attendants immediately came in, surrounded Wen Qianmu left and right, Wen Qianmu stared at Chu Suiyu deeply, and turned to go downstairs.

But the moment he turned around, he raised the corners of his lips.

Divorce or something, she has already given up.

She looked ahead, quietly put her hand in her sleeve, and touched the cold seven-star dagger inside.

At this time, in the National Teacher's Mansion, Jun Tianlan sat on the soft couch reading a book, and Shen Miaoyan sat cross-legged beside him, also holding a medical book to read.

can turn over and over, and his mind is full of news that Chu Suiyu has returned to Beijing, and he can't see it at all.

She turned the book over with a loud noise, Jun Tianlan frowned and turned her head, she put the book on her head, and turned her black and white eyes to look at him: "Fourth brother, do you guess if I can keep a stick of incense for a long time and not let it fall?" ”

"Like top books?" Jun Tianlan's face was expressionless.

Shen Miaoyan cautiously raised her eyes and stared at the book on her head: "I just feel that reading is boring." There are so many scholars in the world, how many of them can get famous! ”

"Fun with a book on your head?"

"Hmm!"

After the time of a stick of incense, the books on Shen Miaoyan's head did not fall, but there were two more.

She stood straight by the bookshelf, crying at the man on the soft couch, who was unreasonable and punished her for standing with the book on her head for half an hour!

Didn't he play when he was fifteen?!

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