Feihuo couldn't help but fall into deep thought about Qingling's words, if what this girl said to him was "all the truth", then she had been hiding her heart and showing the side of the "mask" to others?

Qingling hurriedly walked out, without giving Feihuo room to ask more, presumably she wouldn't say anything more. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone in this Tang Sect seems so kind, but they each have different thoughts, what kind of scene is hidden under the precision mechanism?

Since Qin Huan's death, Gao Liancheng has also been closed, but his appetite is excellent, and he often chooses some different meals for three meals a day to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple. He didn't take the initiative to touch the moldy head of the people in the Tang Sect, and he couldn't get rid of Qin Huan's death. But as long as this limelight passes, he will successfully marry the Tang Sect, and the resentment will be concentrated on the Tang Sect master.

Gao Liancheng has the qualifications to enter the Tang Gate, otherwise the Tang Gate Master will definitely not find such a powerful force to marry, if there is no suitable heir, only find one from the outside.

He has used his own strategy to prove his ability to turn the clouds and rain. The master of the Tang Sect was afraid of him, and he was even more afraid of the forces behind him. I want to control him, but I have to watch out for him.

"Time flies so slowly!" Gao Liancheng often sighed, and his daily idleness made him feel a little slack. But he hadn't yet reached the time to make a new plan, at least until Qin Huan's funeral before he could make further plans.

Because Tang Beiyi insisted on postponing the funeral in order to bury Qin Huan, Qin Huan's death was unusual, so naturally he couldn't handle it according to the ordinary funeral.

The Yunmeng Tang Sect is both a strict sect and a sect that does not completely follow the rules, and everything is determined by the will of the sect master.

This is quite liked by Gao Liancheng. In the Western Regions, although his eldest brother is not as good as him, the big and small affairs of the Gao family in the Western Regions are all decided by the eldest brother. If we can set off a storm in the Central Plains, maybe we can reverse the situation.

"Whether it is the Gao family in the Western Regions or the Yunmeng Tang Sect, it will be in my pocket in the future!" Gao Liancheng thought that he would open a door to the world, and those who blocked him and despised him would be ruthlessly crushed by him.

"Jinghai helps Hengyue... Tang Beiyi of the Tang Gate, and the Flying Fire of Tianzi Business Management!" Gao Liancheng remembered these names, Heng Yue suppressed him with superb martial arts, and Tang Beiyi had a relationship with him to use each other, only the last Flying Fire...

"Between us, maybe one day there will be a battle~"

Qingwen was alone in the boudoir in a daze, and she had no intention of eating for nearly two days. Ever since Qin Huan died of her injuries that morning, she has been in a state of dissociation.

However, what she thought about the most was not the bits and pieces of the past. Although Qin Huan's death had too much impact, the reason for Qin Huan's death was the culprit.

"Why, why don't I even understand what Daddy is thinking, or do I not understand at all~"

"Does everyone become a pawn, does everyone have to live according to their father's wishes~"

"Me, my sister and my mother~"

Every time Qingwen remembers her mother, her head can't help hurting, only the memory of a very young age, and she still remembers the face of the beautiful mother. At that time, my father and mother were so warm, and there was a young sister, and that kind of family seemed to be far away.

In the end, I recalled that it was seven or eight years ago, and then my mother became a small lonely grave and was buried in His Excellency Guantao in Xiaobie Mountain.

It was the sad place of the Tang Sect master's family, and only Tang Beiyi himself was in that sad place, recalling the sadness of the past alone.

It was also from that time that the Tang Sect began to change dramatically, and it was like a wild horse that had escaped and could never turn back.

"Daddy, will Senior Brother Qin's death be the first, and my sister and I, are we also part of your future plans?" Qingwen thought of this, but her heart became more and more frightened.

I don't know when, she picked up the cyan jade left by her mother and was stunned. A piece of crystal clear cyan jade, there is a natural Chinese character similar to "Wen" in the jade. It is a relic left by Qingwen's mother, and this is how Qingwen's name came from.

Little Puyu was strung with a silver chain, and it was still cold in her hand. Qingwen's mood at the moment was also extremely low, whether it was Qin Huan's death or the future of the Tang Sect, it was all heavily pressed on her heart.

Before she knew it, she was lying on the table and fell asleep. The beautiful side face was a little tired and frightened, obviously unintentionally resting, and there were many thoughts, and even in the dream, it was impossible to live in peace.

However, Qingwen's dream was only a bloody color, so strong that it was disgusting, and she couldn't break it no matter how hard she struggled.

The maid Qiu'er has been waiting outside the door, and when the meal is delivered in the morning, Qingwen does not close the door. However, until late afternoon, there was not a sound in the room.

Qiu'er was in a hurry for a while, pushed the door in, only to find Qingwen lying on the table asleep. However, Qingwen was frightened and sweating profusely, obviously trapped in a nightmare.

"Blood, blood, blood.." Qingwen kept muttering some vague words in her mouth, which scared Qiu'er to keep calling Qingwen's name, but she couldn't wake her up.

Although Qingwen heard someone calling her, she couldn't break free, but for a moment she saw her mother who was covered in blood, and her appearance was a little blurry, as if she was gently calling her name.

She woke up in shock, but what she saw was Qiu'er's anxious face. She touched her forehead, only to find that she was sweating profusely and even the placket of her clothes was soaking wet.

"Miss, your appearance just now is too scary, did you have a nightmare?"

Qingwen eased her mind, the dream just now was terrifying and real, like a pair of ruthless hands dragging her to death. Even when she woke up, she still had palpitations, it was the worst nightmare she had in years.

"It's okay, it's just that I dreamed of a lot of blood just now, maybe Senior Brother Qin's death impact was too great, and I couldn't be at peace in my dreams~" Qingwen sighed softly, took the face towel handed by Qiu'er and wiped the sweat beads on her forehead.

However, Qingwen was stunned for a moment at the face towel that wiped her sweat, I don't know if it was dazzled or something else, she lost her mind, saw that the face towel was full of red blood, and she lost her hand and shocked the face towel off.

When she looked at it again, there were only traces of sweat on the scarf.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Qiu'er hurriedly asked with concern, but Qingwen just shook her head, then held her forehead with her hand, and sent Qiu'er out a little tiredly: "I'm fine, just let me stay alone for a while!"

As Qiu'er closed the door again, Qingwen was left alone in the deserted boudoir again, as if it was her state of mind at the moment, and gradually closed herself with a layer of cold walls.