Qin Wuyan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Just pretend that... this is what I owed Min Rui..."
"When did you owe Min Rui, that person is already dead..." Zhuang Qingyun roared.
"He did die, he was..."
Before the three words "I killed" were spoken, only a crisp "bang" sounded in the shadows at the corner of the veranda.
Qin Wuyan waved Zhuang Qingyun's hand away, and walked towards the direction where the sound sounded in three steps at a time. He saw flower mud spilled all over the floor, and the porcelain altar was broken into several petals. Zhuang Xiaoyu squatted on the ground and was about to go Pick up debris on the ground.
A giant with a thin callus grasped her wrist, and Qin Wuyan pulled her up, "If it breaks, it will break, don't cut your hand."
Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, pointing to the trembling twigs inside the flower mud: "The flower seedlings are crushed."
Qin Wuyan's forehead twitched, he pulled her aside, and led her out: "If it's broken, it's broken, what kind of flower seedlings do you like, let the housekeeper send someone over tomorrow, and dig them all back for you, there's no need for you to bring these things back yourself Priest House..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu let him pull her, and followed him silently, her hands tightly clenched into fists in her wide cuffs, even her back was tense.
At the gate of the courtyard, Qin Wuyan carried Zhuang Xiaoyu into the carriage and stuffed it into the carriage, "You are in the carriage, wait for me obediently, I will come over soon."
Zhuang Xiaoyu still lowered her head and said "hmm" in a low voice.
Qin Wuyan stared at her brows and eyes for a long time, feeling as if his heart was being twisted by a knife. Seeing that she hadn't raised her eyes to look at him, the whites of her eyes were gradually stained with blood...
Qin Wuyan was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself, so he asked directly. He pulled down the curtain, turned around and returned to the shadow where Zhuang Xiaoyu was standing in the inner corridor, and Zhuang Qingyun also stopped there. The two of them looked at each other, silently.
After a while, Zhuang Qingyun broke the silence and asked tentatively, "When did Xiao Yu come here?"
Qin Wuyan shook his head.
Zhuang Qingyun said to himself, as if speaking to Qin Wuyan and to himself: "Xiaoyu probably didn't hear what we said, this place is not close to where we just spoke... ...
It doesn't matter if she heard it, we didn't say anything, we were just discussing that she was going to raise Min Huizhu's child..."
Qin Wuyan's throat choked: "If she finds out about my affair with Min Huizhu..."
Qin Wuyan raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, not daring to imagine the consequences.
Zhuang Qingyun held a little luck: "No, she won't know. Last time she misunderstood you and had a big fight with you. She lay on the bed without eating or drinking for several days. If she hears this This matter may have rushed to you a long time ago and forced you to ask the truth."
Zhuang Qingyun tugged on Qin Wuyan's cuff: "Don't think too much, Xiao Yu is not the kind of woman who can hold her breath..."
Seeing that Qin Wuyan was still frowning, Zhuang Qingyun said again: "Since Xiaoyu wants to raise Min Huizhu's child, I'll go around and bring that child over to her to raise.
In the past few days, you have been by Xiaoyu's side, carefully observing her to see if she has heard our conversation..."
After Qin Wuyan explained a few words to Zhuang Qingyun, he left in a hurry and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was sitting in the carriage, heard the sound of footsteps going away, gently opened a corner of the curtain and looked out, and saw a few stewards of the Min Mansion talking about something...
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at those people, squinted her eyes, and dug her nails into her palms...