The sudden change made Hu Tang feel as if all his strength had been drained from his body. He weakly bent his knees, retreated, and sat on the big stone in the corridor.

On the ground in front of you, a moon-white brocade robe appeared.

He looked up and saw a pair of eyes on the young man's stunning face, like water under a cold pool, icy cold and chilling.

"Do you know her before she lost her memory?"

Hu Tang was in confusion, "We used to be close friends."

"If it's a close friend, you'd better treat that person as dead!" Ji Zimo looked at him condescendingly, "You should understand that that identity is not suitable for her."

"You..." Hu Tang was irritated.

That person, she was standing in front of him perfectly, how could he think she was dead?

However, when he thought of the disaster Lanyu's identity might bring to her, he fell silent.

"What do you know?" Hu Tang asked unwillingly.

"I know everything." Ji Zimo lowered his eyes and said coldly: "About her, everything about the Jade-Faced Immortal and you."

His words were like pouring a bowl of water into a frying pan. The water and oil suddenly met and splashed out.

Hu Tang suddenly stood up and his eyes fell on the young man in front of him again.

He is just a young talent who has done well in business in Jiangcheng in recent years.

Because of the emergence of Mo Yu, the original situation where the industry was dominated by three major families near Jiangcheng has undergone a qualitative change.

Teahouses, restaurants, farm products and clothing, any industry he is involved in is prosperous and prosperous.

As a competitor, he naturally investigated his bottom line thoroughly.

He comes from an almost withered branch of the Mohist family in the east. His parents died young, leaving him with an only son.

How can a person of this status be with Pingyang Hou’s wife?

Hu Tang had a bleak look on his face, raised his chin, and looked at Ji Zimo, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the most important thing is that you remember my words!"

In the main hall of the temple, the scent of incense candles floated out, and the faint voice of young novices chanting sutras could be heard.

The entire temple seemed to have returned to tranquility, but in fact, everyone's hearts were filled with turmoil.

Xia Qianqian sat in front of the window, being held by Xi Yalan's hand. Listening to her talk about the grudges and grudges in the past, her mood was ups and downs, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

After she was reborn, she always felt that the original owner Xia Qianqian was really pitiful.

Born into a poor family, her father disappeared, her mother was sick, and she was still an idiot. She finally reached the age of 18, but before she got married, she drowned and died. She was also transported from another world and took over her body in vain.

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This is such a heart-wrenching script for a miserable heroine!

I thought this was miserable enough.

Unexpectedly, when she was not yet one month old, she also encountered the tragedy of being kidnapped by gangsters, abandoned by her father, and shot to death by her biological uncle.

This...

It’s really too bloody.

Xi Yalan wiped her tears while talking. After a while, her beautiful eyes became red and swollen.

Aunt Rong, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and reminded her loudly: "Madam, your health is not good. You should not be too excited, or you may hurt your heart and liver."

Seeing this, Xia Qianqian got off the donkey along the slope and persuaded: "It's important to take care of yourself first, I..."

She lowered her head and looked lost: "I'm afraid Madam doesn't know, but two months ago, I accidentally slipped and fell into the water. I really don't remember what happened before."

Her hand fell on the small red painted box on the table, "So, I have no idea whether this box is mine or not."

"I sympathize with Madam's obsession with finding her daughter, but I don't dare to recognize you rashly, what if..." She hesitated and said seriously: "What if I am not your daughter, wouldn't it be a waste of your happiness.

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"No, it won't!" Xi Yalan's tears welled up again.

Xia Qianqian sighed and whispered: "Madam, you also know my mother. My father's life and death are unknown. It is not easy for my mother to hold us siblings together. What if someone suddenly jumps out and says that I am not her biological daughter?"<

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"So where is her biological daughter? How can she bear it?"

After a brief period of confusion, Xia Qianqian's mind returned to calmness. "She must not know about this matter. We have to wait until we find my father and ask him to find out the truth."

"Until then, how about we keep it tight-lipped?"

Xi Yalan burst into tears and held Xia Qianqian's hand tightly with both hands.

She had thousands of words to say to her, but she also knew that what the girl said was right.

Wei Wei nodded to express his agreement with her idea.

Before I knew it, the sun had shifted and it was already lunch time.

In the small temple, there are few pilgrims on weekdays, but today several suddenly came.

The abbot is not here, but the young novice monk in the temple is very enthusiastic.

After a while, several vegetarian meals were placed on the table.

Xi Yalan pulled Xia Qianqian to the table and laid out the dishes for her in person, her eyes never leaving her face.

How can I eat when being stared at like this?

She held the bowl awkwardly and said humbly: "Master Hu and Master Mo, have they ever had a meal?"

"Don't worry!"

Aunt Rong, who was behind Xi Yalan, smiled kindly and said: "Miss, we have set up lunch for them in the wing next door, and the two of them are using it!"

The scene where Cuttlefish and Hu Tang dine together is quite ridiculous if you think about it.

After a while of burning incense, several people hurriedly had lunch and then stood up to say goodbye.

The young novice then sent them to the door of the temple, bowed his hands and said, "Donor, will you come again next year?"

Xi Yalan looked at the person beside her with a smile on her face, "This time, when I go back, I will make preparations and ask someone to reshape the golden body of Buddha to thank him for listening to his disciples' prayers."

"Amitabha, the donor built this temple and worshiped it every year. The Buddha saved all living beings. He must have been moved by the donor's sincerity."

The two of them put their hands together and returned the gift.

When going down the mountain, the five of us walked together.

Hu Tangxing was at the front, Ji Zimo followed closely behind, Xia Qianqian and Xi Yalan walked side by side, and Grandma Rong followed behind them.

The two people in front remained silent.

Xia Qianqian was questioned by Xi Yalan and had no time to talk to Cuiyu.

Until a few people walked to the bottom of the mountain, two green tent carriages were parked beside the trail.

Standing in front of a carriage was Xiao Yong, and in front of another carriage was the driver of Xi Yalan's family. Xia Qianqian knew that man and had given her a ride before.

The carriage that brought her and Hu Tang here was someone summoned temporarily from the street. Perhaps after waiting for a long time, but they didn't see the two coming down the mountain, the man drove away early.

Why did I go back to Jiangcheng? I was in trouble for a while.

Xi Yalan wants Xia Qianqian to sit with her, but what about Hu Tang who is left behind?

Xia Qianqian feels as uncomfortable as a cat's claws scratching her heart.

The appearance of Xi Yalan and Cuiyu today was really too sudden.

She has not yet said a word to Hu Tang.

She was a little worried, would Hu Tang reveal her secret and tell the truth about her being the Jade-Faced Immortal to Cuttlefish?
Chapter completed!