Her Heartless Evil Man

Maybe there is a gift from God, because he didn't do anything wrong. This is the only thing he can do that is worthy of yunqi'er.

Turning around again, I saw the scene of Qi Ge and his mother stunned.

What, is there really something strange between her and her?

"Niang." my hand shook in front of Niang.

My mother ignored me. She pushed my hand away and bent over to touch the plum blossom in the center of her eyebrows. The red flowers were more enchanting under her touch.

"It's you, it must be." after the surprise call, my mother's body gently fell to the ground.

I was shocked. I bent over and dragged my mother in my arms. I held my mother and leaned against the bed. At this time, her lattice had recovered from a trance. She consciously moved to the side of the bed to let her have a rest at the position beside the bed.

My mother was in a coma, so I could only throw all my questions to her, "do you know my mother?"

Qiqige shook his head, but unconsciously he gently explored under the pillow, and then a picture was handed to me.

Gently shake open the wrinkled dark yellow paper, and each shaking makes the heart more nervous and jump wildly.

This is a painting. To be exact, it is not a landscape painting that Qingyang asked me to draw. It is a portrait painting. The master in the painting is the mother who is unconscious at the moment.

It turned out that Qi Qige was surprised because of this painting. It turned out that Qi Qige didn't know her mother before. The surprised look when she saw her mother was all due to this painting.

Yes, it's this picture.

The woman in this painting will not have a second candidate except for her mother. She looks and looks alike. But I still asked, "who is the man in this painting?"

"It's my mother." Qiqige said without thinking, but it started a row of huge waves out of thin air.

I looked at turdan, "you knew that, didn't you?" that's why he stopped me all the time, but he made no sense. What's wrong with letting his mother meet his own daughter?

Turdan nodded and confirmed my guess.

"Why did you hide this fact for more than five years?" I think my question must be its own question.

"Yun'er, there are many things you don't know. I'm just afraid..." turdan said, pointing to his mother. "I'm just afraid it will cause my mother's sadness, and the consequences may be unimaginable."

It turned out that there was a sad story in it, which I didn't expect. Looking at turdan's expression of wanting to talk and then looking at the two fragile women in the yurt, I didn't ask.

The curtain of the yurt flashed again, and the sun sneaked in. It was Yan'er, and she ran in. I smiled happily, "Yan'er, go and call a carriage, and then help me support the old lady back to the Luoxuan Pavilion."

It seems that I have to think long-term about the matter between my mother and her character. It's too narrow for two patients to squeeze here together, and it's inconvenient for people to take care of them.

"No, Miss Yun, don't let... Her leave." it seems that she wants to call her mother, but she paused again.

"Are you sure she's your mother?" nodded like a pound of garlic, looking at the picture that was always placed next to her. It turned out that all of them were thinking about their mother.

He waved his hand and called for the swallow to come, "here it's up to you to serve."

Yan'er nodded. "Yan'er is most familiar with the old lady, but..." she looked at turdan and seemed to be asking for his consent. The latter looked at me, sighed and nodded again.

Yan'er smiled happily. She wiped the sweat on the old lady's forehead and even regarded me and turdan as invisible people, and Qi Qi had already sat up. At the moment, she was staring at the old woman lying next to her. It was her mother, her close mother.

She grabbed the silk handkerchief in Yan'er's hand and carefully wiped the sweat for her mother. I saw this scene. I couldn't help but shed tears again. She quietly released and pulled Yan'er's hand. I withdrew from the yurt with turdan.

Standing in the sun again, I found that the waitresses of Yiying also withdrew one by one under turdan's wave.

At this time, it's time for Qige to get along with her mother alone.

And I want to judge the man next to me. Why does he hide all this

I found a secluded place, with green grass and blue sky. I sat lazily in front of the flowers in the grass, and turdan sat next to me silently.

"Go ahead." to the point, I made no secret of my curiosity.

"What..." he pretended to be confused and didn't know.

"Why did you hide your mother and Qi Qige for more than five years and don't let them know each other's existence." it turns out that yunqi'er and Qi Qige are close sisters. These turdans have known for a long time. Why didn't he say it?

With a sigh, he looked at the scattered clouds in the sky, "in fact, I've been hesitant to say it properly, but I can't."

"Why not?" there's nothing wrong with letting a mother and daughter meet.

"In fact, there is also a piece of paper with the painting."

Is there something wrong on the paper that makes turdan have to hide all this? "What does it say?"

"The Xiangshi said that when my mother saw her, her life was in danger. The plum blossom on her forehead was born, and the plum blossom controlled her biological mother. As long as my mother saw the plum blossom, she could leave the world at any time."

I was stunned when I listened. Now that my mother is beside her, isn't she also in danger?

I thought of the yurt that had got up and wanted to return to its grid, but was blocked by turdan's extended arm, "it's useless. As long as my mother has seen its grid, it's too late."

"Impossible, impossible." I don't believe that my own careless mistake will destroy my mother's life. The scene of my mother's just coma flashed through my mind. Is my mother's deadline really coming? I don't believe it. I can't believe what I say. Her cloud Qi'er hasn't been found yet.

"I also hope this is not true. Now I can only hope that the words of the Xiangshi are just a temporary joke. Otherwise, how can we change the fate of others with us ordinary people." he sighed. I don't know whether this is for me or for himself. The story of him and yunqi'er is also worrying.

"I think my mother will be lucky. People have their own phenomena."

"Now that my mother has seen her character, let it all go its own way. Let her have a good gathering with her own daughter whom I haven't seen in more than 20 years."

I nodded. It was all the disaster caused by my words. If it was God's will, I couldn't recover it.

"How did you know the painting and the divination language of the Xiangshi?"

As like as two peas, I found her secret, but I always thought her mother had only one daughter, but she did not want to have another Yun Qi Er. Until I saw her mother for the first time, I saw her face was exactly the same as that painting. I was shocked.

"That's why you sacrificed your life to save your mother, didn't you?" it turned out that he didn't save his mother because of Yun Qi'er, but for another reason.

"Both. At that time, I thought I just regarded her as her mother, but later I found that when I saw her, what I thought most was yunqi'er rather than her."

"So, yunqi'er, does she know Qiqige is her sister?"

Turdan shook his head. "She doesn't know."

No wonder yunqi'er will do anything to exchange for his life. It turns out that God has made arrangements. If yunqi'er doesn't exchange for his life, it's not only yunqi'er but also his mother who suffers at this moment. He had thought of these turdans for a long time, so he would let yunqi'er go away and change his life.

A pair of sisters, who lives and who dies, is a painful choice.

Many things, who can accurately say right and wrong? Turdan was sorry for yunqi'er, but he was worthy of his character and the mother of their sisters.

There's nothing wrong with it. It also brings him endless pain of Acacia. From his every move, I already know that he still loves Yun Qi'er deeply in his heart.

I picked up a blade of grass and held it in my mouth. Looking at the dragonfly falling quietly among the flowers, its freedom makes people yearn, and its carefree makes people envy.

"Is Qiqige also surnamed Lou?" Yun Qi'er is the 17th miss in the prime minister's residence. What about Qiqige? So is she?

"No, I don't think so. In fact, yunqi'er didn't have a surname Lou." turdan said leisurely, but threw me a heavy shell.

"What's their surname if they don't have Lou's?" isn't that Xiangye yunqi's biological father. I listened to his words, but there was an infinite mystery in it. Is there any secret that could not be known by outsiders? Yun Qi'er and Qi Ge are not surnamed Lou, so who is their father? What kind of story happened in this vast crowd, and Niang seems to be the most important and key character in this story.

Turdan looked at the sky and said faintly, "no one can tell such a long story."

I didn't say anything more. Since he didn't want to say, why should I go to the bottom, but I still wondered about his style, "why don't you care about his style?" when Yun Qi'er was there, turdan ignored Yun Qi'er's feelings for his style. Now that Yun Qi'er has gone, why did he ignore his style? Compared with these two thoughts, no one can help but suspect.

"I care about her. I send people to see her every day, and some people report her daily life and everything about her to me every day." he said frankly, as if he hadn't done anything to miss. He was worthy of it.