Zhou Yu looked at only ten Liang silver, then collapsed, "only ten Liang, where can." His aunt is too mean.

"Ten Liang." Mother Lin handed him ten liang of silver in her hand and did not intend to add more.

When she was banished, she did not bring much silver. Now she has only eight hundred taels, and there will be another time to make money! She needs to get better soon and get in touch with the young lady earlier.

"Ten taels, ten taels!" Zhou Yu took the silver and put it into his arms. Song Ziyu gave 20 Liang and his aunt gave him 10 Liang. It was just enough to invite the young master to eat.

"Aunt, I want to ask you something?" These two days, he has been thinking about one thing, today he intends to ask his aunt for an answer.

"What's the matter?" Mother Lin asked impatiently.

Zhou Yu organized a language in his heart, looked at his aunt and said, "Miss Lin, is it my cousin?"

Mother Lin turned her head stiffly as if she had been struck by thunder. She looked at Zhou Yu in horror. Why did he suddenly ask? What does he know?

"What are you talking about?" After all, Mammy Lin experienced the storm and soon recovered her composure, but she turned her back on her face. She was too guilty to look at Zhou Yu.

"Is that nonsense, nephew?" Zhou Yu smiles. Judging from his aunt's reaction, his guess was that she was really his cousin.

"It's nonsense, of course. Your cousin died long ago."

"Is it? I've heard that the madness is hereditary. Three generations ago, the Lin family have never heard of any madness. How could miss Lin have it? What's more, my uncle happened to be a lunatic, and after he fell ill, he fell into the well and drowned. Do you think it's a coincidence? " It was after hearing that the madness was hereditary that he began to suspect that miss narin was his cousin. Moreover, his aunt also treated Miss Lin, whom she served, too much, which made him feel a little abnormal. He was just suspicious, but he didn't think it was true.

Mother Lin's face was white, her lips clenched and she didn't speak. She kept the secret for seventeen years. Today, she was seen through by her own nephew.

"Aunt, how did the real Miss Lin die?" Zhou Yu saw that she did not speak, and then approached some, tilted his head to look at her and asked.

My aunt made her daughter Miss Lin, and the real Miss Lin might have been killed by her! His aunt is really a vicious woman. He should also grasp some of her handle, in case she is, and his cousin who became Miss Lin is her biggest handle.

Mother Lin forced herself to swallow and saliva, and said, "Miss Lin is not dead. She is working as a little lady of the general's house."

After finishing this sentence, mother Lin remembered again which one was covered by her hand and was still smiling at her.

"Do you think your nephew will believe you? The real Miss Lin is killed by you What Zhou Yu said was not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Mother Lin closed her eyes. Even if she closed her eyes, her mind would still appear. The pure smiling eyes still could not escape the condemnation of conscience.

"Believe it or not, Miss Lin is the real Miss Lin now." She clenched her teeth and said categorically.

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