Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

Why did you suddenly say that this young lady designed to frame her daughter and someone to cheat?

This preface is worthy of deliberation if it doesn't make sense.

"This ..." Ruan Zhen's complexion changed, sinking her handkerchief and sinking, forgotten that she had planned to design Lou Qingwu's dead girl and her lover, and it was a good thing. Mission, no explanation at all. But she was not willing to humiliate her daughter in this way, but Lou Qingwu did nothing! "Master, Xu Shen was also worried about lightly dancing the child. She ran over when she was caught. Maybe she heard wrong. She was not arrested at all. If you do n’t believe me, you can ask Chun Tao, Chun Tao. Come out and explain. What happened next? "

Ruan Zhenzhen forgave Chuntao and didn't dare not take everything off, otherwise, she broke her leg! However, she shouted for a long time, but no one answered.

The spring peach that had previously notified her seemed to disappear.

Lou Qingwu stood there with her eyes down, her face pale, her eyes gleaming, her expressions like a delicate flower, and her voice period Ai Ai: "Er Niang, if Qing Wu did something wrong, you can scold Qingwu punishes Qingwu, but how can you make fun of this kind of thing, although the compassionate sister is not a sister of Qingwu's mother and fellow, Qingwu has always regarded her as a sister, even if she was framed by her After such a thing, Qingwu didn't say a word. But ... how can you frame Qingwu with something that doesn't exist ... "

The dumb and grieving voice was sobbing, and the hearts of the guests seemed to be choked.

I also thought of the incident that year, plus the good things done by the building's compassion, and looked at Ruan Zhen's eyes with dissatisfaction and suspicion.

She didn't believe her at all, "Miss was right, Madam, you said the fake news that Chuntao told you, then you find out the so-called Chuntao!"

Lou Qufeng's face was also not good, looking at Ruan Zhen's brows deeply locked: "Bo Liu!"

Steward Liu Bo came out from the corner, "Master."

"Is there a man in the house called Chuntao?"

"Oblique Master, there is indeed a man named Chuntao in the house."

"Call her over!"

"Yes."

But after a while, Liu Bo came over with a maidservant, only to wait for the maidservant to lift her head, it was not the "chuntao" they saw at the banquet. Ruan Zhen's face became extremely ugly. I was sent to the host of Asaka-gun, how could this be the house? But what now? She suddenly resentful that Lou Qingwu was so smart about what she was doing, and at the same time she was more certain that this little **** had always been a pig and a tiger!

Gritted her teeth so much, Ruan Zhen could not say why, "Master, I don't know how to do this. When the maid said something about light dancing, she would ..."

"Oh, Madam really cares about the young lady. You can really believe what an niece doesn't know, and you didn't see who the woman was in the room just now, and yelled at the name of the young lady. Did you know what was going on in the room? "

"This ..." Ruan Zhen was dumbfounded, glanced resentfully, and turned out to be the old prince again.

"My lord, I didn't ... It's just a birthday party for the master. This girl, Qingwu, is not at the party. I'm also worried, so I lose my measure. But you see, this note was handed to Li Shen Will, Poor always stay with me, how can I write this? Obviously someone has designed to frame Poor and lose her name, and the only one who hates Poor is Qingwu, she must have hated Poor because of the past That ’s why ... otherwise, where did she go at that time? Everyone was at the feast, except she was n’t there. She did n’t do it. Who else? ”

As soon as her desolate words came out, everyone looked different.

The style of Lou Lou is the most prosperous. He swore coldly, and then exclaimed furiously: "Light dance! Did you say where did you just go ?! Are you jealous of your sister's intention to ruin her festival?"

Lou Qingwu shook her body, raised her head in disbelief, a teardrop rolled down the corner of her eyes, crystal clear, sadness and disappointment intertwined, seeming more and more beautiful: "Father, don't you even trust your daughter?"

"How do you make me believe in you? How can you explain that you are alone?"

Lou Qufeng's obvious favoritism made everyone angry.

But this is the housework of the Lou family, they are really speechless. What makes them strange is that the lady in this building really did not exist at the time of the Zuo Xiangshou feast. This can not help but doubt, but the woman in front of her is like a pure snow lotus, not sticking. The world is dirty, they don't want to believe that she will do that, but why she doesn't explain.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lou Qingwu, but she kept her head down, the soft blue silk covering her face, only her shoulders trembling slightly.

The apex seemed to be pinched.

Some people couldn't bear it anymore. Just when they wanted to speak, Ruan Zhen first stepped aggressively: "Lou Qingwu, are you guilty?"

Lou Qufeng: "Yeah, what are you hiding? What the **** did you just do ?!"

Ruan Zhen was stubborn: "You didn't even participate in your father's birthday party. You also said that you didn't frame your sister. Such a bad mind, don't look at her and pretend to be pathetic here. Her heart is poisonous, little At this age, you will not bully your mother and destroy your father! "

Ruan Zhen said this, but everyone, you look at me and I look at you, did not mean to speak for Lou Qingwu.

Lou Qufeng even acknowledged the crime of Lou Qingwu and was so angry that he said, "Nie Barrier!" After speaking, raising his hand, he would slap it down ...

Lou Qingwu finally raised her head, and the tears on her face suddenly fell into the eyes of everyone, her desolate eyes, and Yingying's tears made her heart soft, as if she could read the sadness and disappointment from her eyes: "father……"

Lou Qufeng's slap was impossible.

"Don't you really remember what day it is?"

"What?" Lou Qufeng looked back, his eyebrows frowned, and his hand was retracted. "What else do you want to say? Today is my father's birthday, what day is it?"

Lou Qingwu's desolation became more bitter, her eyes dropped, and a drop of tears slipped out of her eyes: "Father, have you forgotten? Except for your birthday, this is still ... mother's death."

As soon as she said this, everyone in the room murmured, and for a while, the whole yard was silent.

"Why, what ?!"

Lou Qufeng did not return to God for a long time. When he came back to what Lou Qingwu was talking about, his face changed and his expression was colorful. He always felt affectionate. After the death of the old lady, he even hung her portrait in the study Remembrance is to give people the illusion that he misses the old infatuation, but the old lady has been dead for so many years. He can't remember anything except that face. How can it be remembered? But now that Lou Qingwu said it, he immediately looked at his colleagues around him.

They looked at him with a particularly complex look.