Chapter 234

The dungeon was dark and damp, surrounded by a musty smell, and there was a rustle from time to time.

Qu Ling curled up in the corner and stared at a mouse bigger than her arm.

I don't know how long later, footsteps came from outside the prison.

A figure stopped outside the cell, flashed, and the man appeared in the cell.

Qu Ling raised her head and looked at the man with vigilance.

The man walked up to Qu Ling, looked down at her, and said softly, "Mrs. Xiao, are you all right?"

The man was wrapped up in a black robe and wore a black iron mask.

This person is the one who took the initiative to find Shangqu Ling and traded with Quling with fumu branch that day.

Qu Ling was angry when she saw him and said, "do you think I'm okay?"

The middle-aged man was not angry because of her attitude. He squatted down in front of her and slowly stretched out his hand to her.

Qu Ling narrowed her eyes and leaned back quietly, "what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man stared at her small face and said in a warm voice, "hairpin."

His tone was gentle and natural, as if he were just asking an old friend for something very ordinary.

It's OK not to mention the hairpin. It makes Qu Ling even more angry.

"Didn't you give you the hairpin long ago!"

Before the middle-aged man spoke, Qu Ling sneered, "I almost forgot that the hairpin is on Princess 11. You should ask her for it."

When it comes to the word "body", Qu Ling deliberately accentuated her tone.

The middle-aged man looked at Qu Ling's sharp thorns, sighed gently, took back his hand, and suddenly changed to Miao Language: "whether you believe it or not, your a-niang and I are martial brothers and sisters. For your a-niang's sake, I don't want to hurt you."

Qu Ling was more sarcastic and said in Miao language, "you've hurt me."

The middle-aged man quietly looked at Qu Ling, sighed again and whispered, "I can take you out of your cell, or even take you out of the capital."

Qu Ling was stunned. She looked at him strangely and said coldly, "no need."

If she escapes from prison, she will be guilty of killing the eleventh princess. She won't!

The middle-aged man stared at her deeply and said suddenly, "you shouldn't marry Xiao Jingyue. Their family killed your parents."

Even if you look at it again, it doesn't mean you really don't mind at all.

Qu Ling's face immediately changed and angrily said, "it's none of your business!"

The middle-aged man sat down slowly opposite Qu Ling. The distance between them was half a Zhang, neither too close nor too far.

Perhaps because of the arrival of the middle-aged man, the prison was quiet at this moment, and even the rustle from the darkest place disappeared.

If the middle-aged man didn't see Qu Ling's anger, he continued: "it seems that your aunt didn't tell you that the snake hairpin she left you was actually a wedding gift I gave her."

Qu Ling's eyes widened in surprise. "Did you give me that hairpin?"

After a pause, he said angrily, "so you knew that the hairpin I gave you was fake?"

He had long guessed that he would give him a fake, and he didn't care whether he changed a fake or not.

What he wants may be just the hairpin she gave him from the beginning, no matter what.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to have any emotions about happiness and anger. He asked faintly, "do you want to see what happened that year?"

Qu Ling frowned and her eyes became alert again, "what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man chuckled, "don't you wonder what's hidden in the hairpin?"

Qu Ling sniffed, "how do I know if you lied to me to take out the hairpin!"

"If I really want to do it, can you stop me?"

“……”

This is not pleasant to hear, but Qu Ling can't refute it.

He can not only appear here unconsciously, let alone grab the hairpin. It's easy for him to kill her.

Qu Ling pondered for a moment. Reluctantly, she felt the snake hairpin from her arms and handed it over.

The relic left by a Niang is important, but it is not as important as her own life.

Besides, she also wanted to see what he wanted to do with the hairpin.

The middle-aged man took the hairpin, looked at it with complex eyes, and murmured, "in this world, dead things always live longer than living things."

After that, the palm of her hand gathered together. Under Qu Ling's angry eyes, she twisted the silver body of the hairpin into powder with her internal force.

When the middle-aged man spread his palm again, two other things appeared in his hands.

Qu Ling's eyes widened in disbelief.

In the thick palm of the middle-aged man, a buttress branch and a pill lay safely.

I had guessed that there was something in the hairpin, but she couldn't even calculate it. She had carried the hairpin for so many years, but there was a supporting wood branch hidden in it!

The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "I just got this piece of buttress by accident the year I left Miao Jiang. In the myth and legend, the sunrise is Fusang, and your Aung is a girl who can bring warmth to people. So later, when your Aung got married, I put it into the hairpin and gave it to your Aung."

Before Qu Ling recovered from his surprise, the middle-aged man put the buttress and the pill on the ground, took out the piccolo from his sleeve, put it on his lips and blew it gently.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The pill suddenly moved the moment it was placed on the ground.

The round and smooth pill cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye and finally revealed what was inside.

That's a white insect fat.

Insect fat slowly cracked under the music.

A little red bug crawled out of the insect fat.

Qu Ling looked at the scene in amazement and blurted out: "red firefly!"

She has not only seen red fireflies, but also cultivated red fireflies herself. She can't be more familiar with this thing.

The middle-aged man said, "it's a lovely little guy. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss it."

He put out a finger against the ground. The red firefly turned around his finger and climbed up slowly.

Qu Ling suddenly raised her head, looked at the middle-aged man opposite and asked, "is it you, the owner of worry free lamp cluster?"

Because Rong Xi said at that time that the owner of the cave had already been buried under the worry free lamp cluster and became the nourishment for flowers and plants, she didn't think about the man in front of her, but thought he was another senior brother of a Niang.

Unexpectedly, he was the owner of the cave!

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and asked softly, "do you want to see your mother's past with me?"

Qu Ling's heart moved.

Over the years, she has heard about a Niang's past from many people.

It's different from what you see with your own eyes.

The middle-aged man gently put the red firefly back to the ground and murmured, "I just want to see what happened later."

With the voice of the middle-aged man falling, the surrounding air began to twist at various strange angles.

Time quickly reversed, and the scene in front of me turned from the dark cell into a strange picture.

Finally, it stopped in a bright red and happy color.