She said softly: "Ayuan, if one day you find out that Zhijun did something wrong, you must forgive Zhijun."

He agreed with a smile, but his heart gradually became cold as time faded.

Looking at the bowl of blood that was not melted, he sneered with his lips.

His promise did not include her having an affair with a wild man's child.

Yi Zhijun, how could that woman laugh so innocently and cruelly, holding his waist and coaxing him to let him forgive her for such a ridiculous mistake? Where did she get the confidence and courage to say this? Is it because he is poor and humble and she is always high?

Hate quietly spreads.

He took everything from her, but was still not satisfied. He fell in love with the feeling of galloping on her and controlling everything. It turned out that the feeling of trampling a person's self-esteem under his feet was so refreshing. The high-ranking lady also cried and begged for mercy to him.

But God testified that when he hated the most, he never really thought of killing her life.

How could he allow someone like Yi Zhijun to lose in his life?

She was almost the only peach color in his miserable life. How could he bear to give up that peach forest feast and pink flowers?

Fu Ningyuan clasped his hands, bent his back, and crawled deeply in front of the statue.

If there is really a god in the world, believer Fu Ningyuan would like to give up his life and exchange for Zhijun without worries for half his life.

The blue smoke curled and the incense slowly, and the gods were neither sad nor happy.

Fu Ningyuan stood up from the cushion expressionlessly, turned around and left, but heard a call behind him.

The smoke is floating, like a Buddhist verse in the clouds.

"Please stay, donor."

Turning around and looking at a young man in green standing behind him, standing with a smile, with a compassionate face, as if a Buddha was sitting on a lotus platform.

Fu Ningyuan frowned: "You are..."

The young man in green smiled faintly and felt compassion for the people: "I am the one who survives the donor's suffering."

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Yi Zhijun suddenly woke up from chaos.

She was in a daze for a while before she remembered her situation and asked the maid Birong: "Where is Hao'er?"

"The young master was picked up by the nurse." Birong said.

Yi Zhijun said, "Let the wet nurse bring Hao'er over." After thinking for a while, he said, "Let Butler Liu come over too."

Pyong hesitated: "This..."

Yi Zhijun's face turned cold: "What, I can't even control you now?"

Birong remembered the anxious expression on Fu Ningyuan's face when he came back with Yi Zhijun in his arms. He felt a trembling heart. He knelt down suddenly and said tremblingly: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I will go and call them here."

Yi Zhijun waved impatiently, and waited for Birong to leave before she covered her chest and gasped.

She smiled bitterly, and was so weak that she started to breathe after saying a few words. It seemed that she had really lived to the end.

But at least, please wait until Haoer leaves here safely before dying.

Yi Zhijun, all you can do for Haoer is this.

Birong asked someone to invite Hao'er and Butler Liu to come. After thinking for a while, he called another girl: "You go to Zhijun Temple to inform your son-in-law, and you said that the lady is awake. Now you meet Butler Liu in the house. You should hurry up. Do you know if you arrive within a cup of tea?"

The girl nodded and hurriedly passed by the backyard, but was tripped by a stone, her knees were bleeding, her feet were numb, and she was seriously injured. She seemed unable to arrive in half a cup of tea, but suddenly she saw a green shadow floating behind the rockery.

The girl called out urgently: "Miss Fairy, Miss Fairy."

Su Caicai was stunned and pointed to her nose: "Me?"

The girl said, "Can Miss Fairy help me go to Zhijun Temple to find my son-in-law back? She said that the lady woke up and is summoning Mr. Liu now and asked her son-in-law to come back to see her. I'm afraid I won't be able to get there for a while."

Su Caicai touched Shui Lingling's face and said shyly: "I actually called me fairy..."

The girl was silent and said again: "Miss Fairy, please help me find my son-in-law..."

Su Caicai smiled so much that she was just stole a fishy cat: "It's easy to say."

The words are divided into two ends.

Lanzhi Pavilion. Yizhijun's boudoir.

Yi Zhijun picked up a thick stack of land deeds from the closet of rosewood carved jadeite, handed them to Butler Liu, kneeling on the ground, crying: "Butler Liu, you watched Zhijun grow up since childhood, Zhijun beg you, would you take these land deeds and take Hao'er away? Zhijun really has no other way." She wiped her tears and said hurriedly, "If these are not enough, Zhijun still has many silver notes here, you just want to let Hao'er live. Zhijun doesn't care, but Hao'er can't be gone like this."

"Miss, I can't do it, I can't do it. Get up quickly..." Butler Liu quickly helped Zhijun up and said sadly, "Even if I want to help the lady, I don't have the ability. Now the entire Yi Mansion is under the control of my son-in-law. My son-in-law sees every move of my son-in-law. Maybe just after leaving this door, my son-in-law will follow me, let alone... not to mention that my son-in-law's son is still in the hands of my son-in-law."

Yi Zhijun pale and cried helplessly: "What should I do? What should I do with my poor Haoer? He is still so young..."

Butler Liu watched Yi Zhijun grow up. Seeing that her face was sad and glorious, she cried so miserably and helplessly. The guilt in her heart became stronger and stronger. She knelt on the ground and slapped herself in the face while crying: "I'm sorry to the lady, I'm sorry to the master. When my son-in-law drugged the master, my son was in the hands of my son-in-law and did not dare to remind the master. Now that I'm hurting the lady, I'm a bastard. I'm sorry to the master. Don't worry, even if I've tried my best to do this, I'll send the young master out..."

Yi Zhijun's shoulder was shocked and looked at Butler Liu in disbelief: "Butler Liu, what medicine do you think of? Fu Ningyuan... what medicine did he prescribe to my father?" Before he finished speaking, tears overflowed from his eyes and fell down.

Zhijun Temple.

The young man in green waved his hand, and the images that appeared out of thin air above the lobby slowly disappeared.

Fu Ningyuan's face was pale as paper: "No, it's impossible... That day, why did Yu Qian and Zhijun do nothing? They just tasted tea for an afternoon? This was fake. I clearly heard from people that they had a complacent relationship..."

"The virtual is like a silhouette of time, how can you do it fake?" The young man in green smiled and felt compassionate, "That day, Yi Zhijun and Yu Qian did not happen. What you are doing is just your inferiority complex."

No, he doesn't believe it.

He couldn't believe it.

If this is true, then Hao'er's child...how should he face Hao'er's child in the future?

Fu Ningyuan's eyes were filled with despair and desperate bets, and he was about to burn out: "How can that bowl of blood that could not melt in blood? If Zhijun had not betrayed me, how could Hao'er's blood not blend with my blood?"

"Because blood-recognizing relatives is a fallacy, will you believe such rumors and not believe your wife? Are you lame? " Su Caicai crossed the threshold and said angrily: "It turns out that you have always suspected that Miss Yi is unfaithful to you? It's so stupid!"

Fu Ningyuan seemed to have blood and tears in his eyes: "False? How could a fallacy be a fallacy? "Southern History" records..."

"Don't talk to me about those dead books without life!" Su Caicai interrupted him, "You can just call out ten unrelated servants, cut their fingers and drip them into a bowl of clear water, and you will know which one is right and who is wrong!"

Lanyan Pavilion. Yi Zhijun’s boudoir.

After hearing the words of Butler Liu, Yi Zhijun shed tears and suddenly laughed like anger: "I always thought that I was the only one who was revenge by Fu Ningyuan and suffered all the torture. It turns out... it turned out that he killed his father? Haha, he actually killed his father and killed my father for Yan Nu's child?" Yi Zhijun laughed, as if he wanted to use all his strength to laugh. She laughed hundreds of times more ugly than crying, but she smiled persistently, "I'm going to die now, two lives are worth one life... Fu Ningyuan, you are so cruel..."

Yi Zhijun spitted out a mouthful of blood, and a little blood stain was stained on her white skirt, just like a blood lotus blooming on the white ice and snow.

Zhijun Temple.

Ten servants and ten small bowls, six of them had blood in them.

But they are clearly people who know the roots and have no blood relationship.

Fu Ningyuan's lips were trembling, his eyes were flustered, and he stepped back step by step, unable to believe: "How could this happen? How could ancient books go wrong? How could ancient books be wrong?" His confused black eyes suddenly condensed, and he remembered something, as if the wounded and desperate and lonely trapped beast found the driftwood to save his life, panicked and panicked, "Zhijun, my Zhijun, where is Zhijun..."

He turned around and ran away in a deserted state.

"A man who practices Taoism?" The young man in green looked at Su Caicai with kind eyes and smiled.

Su Caicai is confused, who are you?

The young man in green smiled gently: "I am the one who overcomes suffering and troubles, so why are we covered the embers?"

He Yuchen, his name is a bit familiar, Su Caicai frowned.

Lanyan Pavilion. Yi Zhijun’s boudoir.

Yi Zhijun lay on the bed in a daze, listening to the panic of the maids and servants in his ears and the sound of Butler Liu crying with regret. He felt that everything was so far away from her, her body became heavier and her eyelids became heavier.

I smelled a trace of peach blossom fragrance at the tip of my nose.

Maybe he is really going to die. Yi Zhijun closed his eyes and thought in a daze.

Otherwise, how could you smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in autumn?

She saw the poor scholar in white clothes, standing tall and standing under the peach blossom tree, smiling shyly and gently at her.

She heard his gentle and firm singing, long and long, like a song of silk and bamboo that never grows old.

The phoenix returns to my hometown and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.

I haven’t met you at the time and I have no one to go to this hall now!

There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the room is close to me and I am poisoned.

Why do we meet the necks of mandarin ducks? Hu Jie is flying together!

Finally, it seemed that someone was calling her name loudly in his ear.

Yi Zhijun.

He shouted so desperately and miserably.

Who is it?

Yi Zhijun smiled in the chaos, no one has anything to do with her.

The world is over, nothing has to do with her.

She knelt in front of the Buddha and prayed silently: If there is a next life, Yi Zhijun, don’t meet Fu Ningyuan.

The boy who sang for her under the peach blossom tree, the six realms of reincarnation, going all over the world, and never meet him again.
Chapter completed!