"Sister," the young man who is prettier than Xin Yihua squinted and smiled, "Do you really want to listen?"
"certainly."
So the two of them found a place where there were almost no other people around and sat down. Ling Duannian tilted his head slightly and said with a smile on his lips, "That boy and that woman have a mother-son relationship."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked the question Baili Feiyue wanted to know the most!
"Then what?"
"Then... there was no after." The young man's soft and pleasant voice told a very shocking fact as if telling a story, "Roughly speaking, that woman was killed by his son, that is, the young man himself."
When Baili Feiyue heard this, her heart felt heavy and she felt very uncomfortable.
She did not continue to ask this question, and Ling Duannian did not continue to ask this question.
After a while, Baili Feiyue stood up, shrugged and said, "I'm going to see Mr. Feng."
After Baili Feiyue walked out, she went to the maid of Feng Mansion who had been waiting outside and asked, "Which direction did your young master go?"
"Young master went to the Xinyi Flower Temple."
"take me."
This maid was assigned to her by the Feng Mansion to serve her. She maintained a consistent style along the way, not talking too much.
But Baili Feiyue felt more and more depressed along the way, and had an indescribable weird feeling, even though there was nothing abnormal around her.
The more I walked, the more stuffy I felt, and the temples in my head began to hurt suddenly.
Baili Feiyue quickly sensed her body and found nothing wrong with her.
Especially when I followed the maid outside the Xinyi Flower Temple, which is deep inside the Xinyi Flowers, I felt a strange feeling all over my body, almost as if my soul was about to be torn apart from my body.
He cursed in his heart and tried to keep a calm expression on his face.
His uncle has gone to hell!
At this time, you can see that there are already many people coming to worship around the Flower Temple.
Generally, those who like to worship the Flower God are mostly women.
At this moment, all kinds of women, girls, maids, and slaves are gathered in front of the Flower Temple, which is not much different in style from other Flower Temples. Although many young girls are shy, they can't help but sneak into the Flower Temple.
Looking around.
But no one went in.
The arrival of Baili Feiyue attracted their attention again.
Baili Feiyue is too unhappy now, and she doesn't have the heart to care about what these people think.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Baili Feiyue stepped into the Flower Temple.
The Flower Temple is very small, with only a clay statue of the Flower God inside.
There are also some sacrificial snacks placed by those who worship.
More intense!
My brain hurts even more!
Baili Feiyue secretly took a breath to relieve the discomfort in her body. After breathing steadily, she walked forward and bowed seriously.
After praying, he looked at another person in the temple and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Feng to also worship the God of Flowers."
"I'm not worshiping her," the man looked sideways at her, his voice deep and unpredictable, "It's just that this Flower Goddess is an old friend of mine."
"Old friend?" Baili Feiyue followed the words and expressed doubts.
He suddenly pressed over, his body almost pressed against hers, "Dr. Ling, did you hear a rumor..."
Baili Feiyue endured the discomfort, raised her head provocatively, and her dark eyes darkened a little, "I have heard too many rumors. I wonder which rumor you are talking about, Mr. Feng?"