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Chapter 80 Top Floor

Further up is the top floor.

Su Lian slowly climbed the stairs. For some reason, the closer she got to the top floor, the harder her heart beat, as if something bad was about to happen.

The top floor of the Nan Clan Pavilion is extremely airtight, almost airtight. The dim lights on the stairs, the rustling sounds, and the occasional sound of old pages of ancient books all made Su Lian's heart wander.

Throat.

But to her surprise, there was no door on the top floor, but only a completely black bead curtain, as if she didn't worry about anyone breaking in at all.

It was completely different from the previous defenses, as if they were not made by one person at all.

Su Lian carefully opened the curtain, but was startled by the scene in front of her.

There was a dressing table and two bookcases in the small room. On the dressing table were some women's dowry boxes and some hairpins.

There is also a very small bed next to it, with small pillows and quilts.

Different from the solemn atmosphere outside, although there were no lights inside the house, candles were lit, as if someone had just arrived.

Su Lian slowly approached the dressing table, touched those objects with her fingertips, and a familiar picture instantly flooded into her mind.

They were some fragments of life-like memories, and she even saw in them a beautiful woman with a haggard appearance but still undisguised charm, smiling hard in her direction with a face filled with sadness and worry.

"Xiao Lian..."

"Xiao Lian, don't be afraid."

She looked at the woman who stretched out her hand and seemed to hug her, so tightly that she could feel her nostalgia and reluctance even in her memories.

Then, a drop of clear tears streaked down the beautiful woman's face, she stuffed her into the clay altar, and whispered:

"Xiao Lian, if mother hadn't called you, you must not come out."

As she spoke, her voice was filled with tears and sadness:

"Be obedient and remember, never come out!"

Su Lian only felt that he nodded in confusion, and was immediately stuffed into the dark altar.

She is thin and thin, hiding in a jar without a trace of light, and is inconspicuous at all.

The sound of the woman's footsteps gradually faded away, and soon violent cries erupted from the originally quiet downstairs. One after another, the woman's sharp cries were like needles, stabbing her until she couldn't breathe.

"mother......"

Su Lian heard herself making a weak voice, sobbing that only she could hear in the darkness without light.

"Su Lian."

"Su Lian!"

With anxious shouts, Su Lian came back to his senses.

Nan Qingchu was seen holding her shoulders and shaking her back and forth anxiously, as if he wanted to shake her awake.

"Why are you here?"

Su Lian came back to her senses, avoided his hands without leaving a trace, and took a few steps back.

She obviously avoided him specifically and never mentioned to anyone that she was coming here, but he still showed up here. What does this mean?

Seeing Su Lian's unfamiliar movements, Nan Qingchu stopped and froze in the air.

Su Lian saw the fleeting hint of hurt in his eyes, but said nothing.

"Xiao Lian, I was worried about you, so I came up to take a look."

Nan Qingchu explained that his clothes were a little messy because he was anxious to go on the road.

But Su Lian couldn't believe it.

I have been able to pinpoint her whereabouts time and time again, and even know what happened to her. Is this really a coincidence?

Or is this all carefully arranged by him?

"Brother, you wanted me to come to the top floor, right?"

Su Lian looked at him nonchalantly, as if trying to find any clues from his calm face.

Nan Qingchu was silent, and finally spoke under Su Lian's gaze:

"Yes, the things on the top floor should be very helpful to you, there are..."

Su Lian interrupted him:

"Including these?"

As he spoke, Su Lian grabbed a golden butterfly hairpin from the table behind him. The butterfly on it was lifelike, as if it was about to fly away in the next second.

But Su Lian had no intention of observing these, and just allowed the scattered memories to be organized, classified, and sorted in his mind step by step.

When the last fragment of memory was put together, Su Lian's body trembled slightly.

"You already knew that, right?"

Su Lian raised his eyes and looked at Nan Qingchu.

Nan Qingchu didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and tried to take her into his arms.

Su Lian remained motionless and let him hold her in his arms, patting her comfortingly:

"Xiao Lian, this was decided together by us at the beginning."

Su Lian's clear eyes were dyed with a dark color:

"So, you used voodoo to seal my memories, and made me lurk in the Prime Minister's Mansion when I was seven years old. After seeing me entering the palace as a concubine, you planned and arranged a meeting between you and me again, forcing me to recall my memories.

"In the early Southern Qing Dynasty, I was only seven years old, and you were already fourteen years old at that time. Is this what you call a joint decision?"

Su Lian said sarcastically.

In the early Southern Qing Dynasty, the voice was hoarse:

"Although you were only seven years old at the time, you were talented and intelligent. You perfectly inherited your mother's personality and talent. You were able to master the art of poison at a young age, so we all called you the Little City Lord."

"Although you are only seven years old, you are more mature than ordinary children. When the late Emperor Hao Kingdom massacred the Nan clan, only the two of us survived. At that time, you said that you wanted to avenge your mother and your father.

Avenge our Nan clan."

Su Lian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

There is indeed such a period in my memory.

When she was young, she and her brother huddled in the altar, looking through the cracks at the people who did not belong to the land of Kyushu wantonly occupying and destroying the home she loved.

Mother and father were handcuffed with wooden frames and pressed to the ground.

They roared, they cried, and their eyes looked straight ahead at the inconspicuous earthen pot in the corner.

There are their children inside, as well as the last bloodline of the Nan family.

Su Lian saw that the people behind them were laughing, as if they were watching some kind of farce. There was also a young man with familiar facial features in the middle, standing aside with an indifferent expression, looking at the two people struggling on the ground as if they were watching two

The most common beast.

"Yan'er, come and see how father does it."

The leader turned to look at the young man and smiled happily.

Pull out the accompanying sword, raise the sword and drop it.

The blood splattered on the young man's face, but he still stood indifferently:

"My father's valiant and heroic demeanor is truly an example."

Su Lian closed her eyes.

"You have remembered it. You saw with your own eyes how they treated mother. That He Muyan was also there. The one who killed his father and mother was his father!"

At the end of the story, Nan Qingchu's eyes were almost red with anger.

"Xiao Lian, you told your elder brother that you want to take revenge on everyone who stood there that day. You want him to know the pain of losing a loved one. You want him to watch the heads of the people he loves fall to the ground and be laughed at.

!”

"do you remember?"


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