What is it?

Qin Han pressed the sachet vigorously again, making sure that there was a hard object inside, and then he opened the sachet and took it out.

It was found that it was a small wooden plaque, and a poem was engraved on the wooden plaque:

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

The falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.

This is a poem about unrequited love, whose mind is it? Is it my own mother? Does my father already have someone he likes? Who is that person?

Qin Han subconsciously reached out to cover his mouth, not daring to think about it.

I turned the wooden card over and found that there were still four words on it: Don't read it if it's gone.

The hand holding the wooden sign began to tremble uncontrollably, and tears kept falling like pearls with broken threads, and she whimpered and began to sobbed quietly......

How could she stand by and watch this matter? Although Han Rou is not her biological mother, she is better than her biological mother!

She can be sure that her mother must have been killed by King Wei, although the monk cannot arbitrarily interfere in the affairs of mortals, but it does not mean that all this is over, she must pay for the murderer's blood debt!

King Wei has ambitions but no strategy, and the mastermind is unlikely, and why didn't he take advantage of the fact that their family was still in the imperial city, indicating that there was someone else behind the scenes.

Is the ten-year election indeed a good opportunity, only by entering the sect can she become stronger, and only then can she have the ability to compete with the people behind the scenes.

As the saying goes, it's better to have your back against a big tree. If she is really favored by the first-class sect, let alone in the future, she can be selected as the main sect of the Canglan Realm and really come into contact with the cultivation realm.

"It's a nice place, we want it. ”

"Yu Lang, this place was found by my brother first!"

"Chu Yufei, we can pay attention to strength, your brother is not my opponent at all, what qualifications do you have to occupy this place?"

The girl angrily pointed to the white-faced bearded young man, but she couldn't say a word.

A dark-skinned teenager beside Yu Lang stepped forward and sneered, "Why do you still want to beat someone?"

Before the meeting, the five people all showed unkindness, and Chu Yuqi was a little panicked.

immediately stepped forward and tugged on his sister's arm, "Feifei, forget it." ”

"Brother!"

"Forget it!"

"No, we found it!"

"Obedient, it's still early, there's still vacant land, let's look for it again. ”

In the end, Chu Yufei was still reluctantly dragged away by Chu Yuqi.

Yu Lang sneered, "The Chu family has really become more and more bad over the years. ”

"What my cousin said is good, I think the Chu family will withdraw from the ranks of second-rate families sooner or later. The dark-skinned boy also echoed Yu Lang.

The two brothers, Song Ziming and Song Zifeng, were setting up a tent and did not hear the conversation between the two, while the little fat man next to him was looking around curiously, lacking interest in the conversation between the two.

Except for Yu Lang's cousin Yin Shisheng, the rest of these five people are all children of second-rate families, and the Wang family where the little fat man Wang Heng is located is the head of the second-rate family.

It is only a month before the 10-year general election, and many people have come to Qinglong Mountain one after another, and when night falls, the tents are brightly lit, adding a bit of dreamy beauty to the mountains at night.

Muyang City, a luxurious and deserted inn, in front of the guest room on the second floor, the store guy can't remember how many times he knocked on the door.

"Knock knock. ”

"Knock knock. ”

"Yu Aya, have you slept?"

The girl immediately blew out the candle, climbed into bed, buried her head in the quilt, and said nothing.

After half a cup of tea, the voice of the man came out of the door again, "I know you didn't sleep, it's not that thing to look for you this time." ”

The inns in mortal towns generally do not set up soundproof formations, and the sound outside the door can be clearly transmitted to the ears of the girl.

"What's going on this time?"

The door creaked open from inside, and out came a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, she was tall and slender, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly upturned, and she did not look very eye-catching at a glance, but she was also a beauty.

"This time, our host wants to see you. ”

Yu Aya has been in Muyang City for three years, and she is very familiar with the guys in the inn, but she has never met the legendary owner.

Half an hour later, Yu Aya followed the shopkeeper around into a secluded courtyard behind the inn.

The courtyard is very quiet, the bamboo leaves are swaying, the breeze is blowing, rustling, the lotus pond in the distance, among the pavilions, there is a dark light floating, beautiful.

"Yu Aya, I can only send you here, you can see our host when you walk in. After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he turned and left the way he came.

Yu Aya looked at his back and was stunned, this guy was very in awe of this owner!

Although the lights were lit around, it was still dim, and she could only walk cautiously along the garden road towards the courtyard.

Suddenly, I heard a few clanging sounds in the distance, as if someone was playing the piano, the sound of the piano was high and low, light and flickering, and when it was extremely low, every syllable was still clearly audible.

Yu Aya was born in the countryside and didn't understand the rhythm of music, but she was also hooked by this fairy music, and she involuntarily went towards the source of life.

Walking into the water pavilion, a woman, dressed in a light purple long skirt, the skirt swaying to the ground, long hair to the waist, kneeling elegantly in front of the desk, slender and beautiful hands caressing the strings, amber pupils seem to be smiling, obviously a cold and noble beauty, but its gentle and loving eyes, but this person, look gentle and virtuous.

"Does it sound good?"

The woman spoke lightly, her voice was not as crisp as a girl, but it had a bit of mature elegance.

Yu Aya subconsciously said without thinking, "Sister's piano sound is very good. ”

"Sister?" the woman wondered, "Do you know what I called you for?"

"Huh, you're the owner of this inn!"

The girl's mouth was wide open as if she had been struck by lightning, didn't she say that this inn had been open for more than 50 years? Why did the owner look so young? Isn't it an old monster?

The woman didn't know that the girl in front of her had already labeled her as an "old monster" in her heart, and said to herself, "You don't have to worry, I don't want you to stay this time." But there is something to ask you. ”

Yu Aya breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

The proprietor learned from nowhere that she worked in a pastry shop and showed extraordinary pastry-making skills, and wanted to keep her in the inn for a long time.

She didn't want to, what martial artist didn't want to go to the sect to cultivate immortals, and was willing to be a partner in a mortal inn?

"I don't know what happened to the owner?

"It's not a big deal. ”

The woman took out a wooden box from under the desk and handed it to Yu Aya, "You give this to Mr. Han Yuan, and ask her to sell me a favor in the future for the sake of this thing." ”

"How can this be done?" Yu Aya hurriedly excused herself, "I am not related to Uncle Han, so I can't decide this matter for him." ”

But the woman forced the wooden box into her hand, not allowing her to refuse, "This thing is very important to her, if you are for her good, take it." As for the future, we will talk about it later. ”