Yan Nanji looked at Leng Qingshuang intently, opened her mouth, but stopped talking, still holding Leng Qingshuang's sleeves with her hand, and said, "See you later, okay?"
Leng Qingshuang shook her head, "I will have to face it sooner or later. Since this is the only way I must pass, I shouldn't take a detour, let alone care about time."
Yan Nanji's eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes full of struggle.
"Little Yanzi, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
A smile appeared on Leng Qingshuang's cold face. Different from her usual carelessness, she slowly pulled her sleeves away from Yan Nanji's fingers, turned around and walked towards the main hall, her back as straight as a green pine, her legs
The black Hibiscus flower has an ancient and mysterious beauty.
Yan Nanji stood still, staring at Leng Qingshuang's back, thinking anxiously about why her family members hadn't arrived yet.
Suddenly, there was the sound of fireworks exploding in the direction of the northern border entrance.
Yan Nanji spread her legs and trotted to the yard and looked up at the sky, feeling suddenly happy in her heart.
At the end of the sky, flaming clouds filled the sky, rendered by the dark red setting sun, and the splendor of fiery trees and silver flowers outlined the totem of the Blood Swallow.
This is the clan logo of Yan Mansion in the Qing Dynasty!
Yan Nanji looked back at Chu Yue, "Little junior sister, I'll be back as soon as I go, help me."
After saying that, he spread his legs and left.
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, laughed jokingly, and then quickly followed Leng Qingshuang, gently holding Leng Qingshuang's shoulders with her jade hands, "Senior Sister Leng, you're already here, it's time for me to meet Senior Sister's family members.
right."
Leng Qingshuang's eyes trembled slightly, filled with surprise.
Qin Tieniu, Tu Weiwei and others also followed, nodding their heads in agreement with what Chu Yue said.
Leng Qingshuang looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Chu Yue. The two smiled at each other and walked side by side towards the main hall of the Northern Station.
In the main hall of the post station, on both sides of the sandalwood main table, elders from the Leng and Dai mansions were sitting respectively, and behind them stood guards with resolute and cold expressions.
Next to the head of the Leng family, stood a pale girl holding a Supa in her hand.
The girl was wearing a plain skirt and had a weak posture, perhaps due to chronic coughing. Her eyes were often filled with tears, which made me feel pity for her.
"Sister Qingshuang, you are back."
When the girl saw Leng Qingshuang, her eyes lit up. She endured the pain of her illness and quickly walked over and grabbed Leng Qingshuang's hand.
The look of disgust in Leng Qingshuang's eyes disappeared briefly, and she subconsciously pulled her hand back, her eyes filled with alienation and indifference.
But just when Leng Qingshuang pulled her hand away, the girl fell to the ground hard.
"Cough...cough cough..."
The girl covered her mouth with the handkerchief and coughed violently, then slowly lowered her hand. There was dazzling blood on the handkerchief.
"Leng Qingshuang! How much do you hate your sister?!"
The head of the Leng family slapped the table and stood up, furious.
A young man in rich clothes walked over from the side of the Leng family master and helped the girl up. He looked at Leng Qingshuang bitterly: "You know that she is not in good health, but you make a fuss as soon as you come back? I really feel sorry for you.
Shame on my sister for being like this.”
Leng Qingshuang clenched her hands into fists, and her eyes were bloodshot.
This was her half-brother, but he was targeting her for the sake of other women's children.
Leng Qingshuang lowered her eyes lightly, pulled her lips, and smiled bitterly.
His brother Leng Yang looked at the frail girl with love and affection, carefully lifted her up, and in a rage, he rushed towards Leng Qingshuang.
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
While coughing, the girl grabbed Leng Yang and said weakly: "Brother, I'm fine. My sister didn't do it on purpose. Don't blame her."
Leng Qingshuang closed her eyes, and the veins on her forehead popped out.
This is also the reason why she refused to return home for many years.
Seeing her brother's anger and her father's disappointment, her limbs felt cold and cold.
Suddenly, someone held her small white hand.
Chu Yue gently squeezed the back of her hand and walked forward immediately.
Both Leng and Dai's parents have gotten up.
Patriarch Leng cupped his fists and said, "This must be Elder Ye. My daughter Qingshuang relies on the care of the elder."
"Qingshuang and I are life-or-death friends. We can't even talk about taking care of each other. We just help each other."
Chu Yue smiled slightly and sat down on the main seat.
The fox in her arms occupied the main seat on the other side of the table.
Immediately a guard came to replace the tea cup with a new one.
Chu Yue looked at the two family heads who were looking at each other, and said: "Two family heads, please take a seat."
The two middle-aged men looked at each other and sat down next to each other in frustration.
"Elder Ye, if you are my sister's friend, you are my friend."
The girl smiled brightly, her pale lips stained red by the blood she coughed up, which made her look somewhat uniquely poignant.
Leng Qingshuang suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her coldly.
Chu Yue held the teacup in her hand and took a sip. Then she glanced at the girl unhurriedly and said, "Does the girl think that Ye accepts everyone and makes all kinds of friends?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, smiled palely, and shook her head in panic, "I...that's not what I meant."
"The word friend is as important as Mount Tai. It's better not to tarnish it easily, girl." Chu Yue said calmly.
"Elder Ye, what do you mean?" The head of the Leng family was angry.
Chu Yue slightly lowered her eyelashes: "Literally."
Leng Yang shouted: "Elder Ye is too rude. Xiaorou is the daughter of my Leng family. When will it be an outsider's turn to point fingers?"
Chu Yue glanced at Leng Yang and Leng Qingrou, her eyes slightly condensed.
Leng Yang's attitude towards Leng Qingrou was not like an ordinary brother and sister at all, but rather a bit of a lover's pity.