Luo Kui raised her eyes, raised her fists, and glared at him fiercely: "So what if I don't admit it? I wasn't born when I made this engagement. How could I know you are so ugly? Now that I know, I will naturally not admit it."

Jing Mo grabbed her face and pursed her mouth: "Grandpa, look, I dare not marry such a sharp-tongued girl."

Luo Kui spat at him: "You are a lazy man like you, you are willing to marry him, but I am not willing to marry him." She paused and simply explained to her words: "When you pack your luggage today, I saw that the pendants and vegetarians in your bags were well embroidered, all from girls, and all from different girls."

Jing Mo was slightly stunned, nodded openly and admitted neatly: "Yes, I took some free rooms when I was in Yangzhou. So what? Isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines? Besides, I haven't taken a concubine yet, but I just took the free room, and I was cleaned up when I came."

Luo Kui originally wanted to say that she didn't like him taking a concubine, but then she thought that her reputation was not determined, so why didn't she like him? Even if she had decided, even if she didn't like him, she could stop her several times. She turned her head and saw a large handful of fuji siding on the ground. She took the fuji siding and swaying red flowers and green leaves, and the cold night dew on her head radiated a round and jade-like shimmering light. She took the fuji siding and carefully placed it in the white porcelain jar beside the table. The rippling waves reflected the swaying red flowers and green leaves, and the void was filled with a quiet and sweet fragrance.

Open the carved beam-lifting food box layer by layer. Luo Kui held various foods outwards and said: "This lychee dew is made of fresh lychees, mixed with the best fresh milk and boiled, then soaked in the well water. Finally, a spoonful of honey is drizzled, and the taste is fresh and sweet."

Jing Mo thought Luo Kui was silent, so he agreed to this matter, so he didn't mention it. He saw a cup of soup on the second floor. The soup was white and transparent. The soft pears were accompanied by starry wolfberry. There was a faint smell of Sichuan beetle in the sweetness. There was another crying voice in his voice. He endured it several times but couldn't hold it back. Finally, he shed tears: "Grandpa has the old problem of coughing, but it's a pity that the Sichuan beetle pear soup I made is not as good as you do."

Luo Kui didn't say anything, but just lowered her head and felt sad.

In the last layer was a bowl of ice, with extremely thin slices of melon, accompanied by equally thin crushed ice, sprinkled with green raisins, and finally poured with a spoonful of honey beans and honey. The weather was hot, and even at night, the ice in the bowl still melted a little, and a fine layer of water dripping appeared on the bowl.

Among these seven tablets, five of them were recognized by Jing Mo, namely Luo Kui's parents, Jing Mo's parents and grandfather. The only two remaining tablets were looked at and ignored, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes and said in surprise: "This is, which country's name is, whose tablet is it."

Luo Kui raised her eyes, looked at the tablet, and said in a word, not saying deeply: "You don't recognize Dad's old friend." She sighed silently, looking at Jing Mo with a good look, sure that he would not hesitate at all: "Jing Mo, since you have come to Qingzhou, I have to tell you a few words. Qingzhou is different from Yangzhou, and there are many wealthy families and families. In the future, you have to change your habit of speaking quickly. Never show off your courage for the sake of quickness."

Jing Mo's cheeks turned slightly red. He knew that Luo Kui's words were tactful and he blurted out today. He felt really guilty, but he refused to give in: "Why are you so nervous? Su Zi's identity is not important, and it's nothing to say."

Luo Kui raised her eyes, her expression was faint and without a trace of smile: "If there is nothing to do, why should I hide it until now? Jing Mo, it is a matter of trouble now. It is better to have less trouble than more things. You and I must be careful and careful at all times to avoid trouble."

"With your identity here, what trouble can you have? You dare to come to the door if you dare to live." Jing Mo was already a little guilty. He had never understood how to hide his emotions. Whether it was sad, joy, shock or anger, they were written word by word on his face, so that others could see clearly.

The willow branches outside the window are like slender hands, scooping the thick night color, and the night is as deep as water. A sigh from Luo Kui's heart is like light smoke. Although it drifts away very quickly, the faint fragrance lingers: "It is because of my identity here that it is easier to cause trouble. Of course, I am not afraid of trouble, but there is no need to take the initiative to cause trouble. Being low-key in everything and being cautious in words and actions is the best strategy."

Jing Mo sighed and felt depressed: "I came to Qingzhou thousands of miles away. I originally wanted to use your identity to show off my power. Who would have thought that it would be better to be in Yangzhou. I would be a living mute and I can't even say anything."

Luo Kui felt anger burning, and a feeling of depression made her heart heavy, but it was not easy to get angry. She could only endure it hard, put on a very patient look, and persuaded with great sincerity: "My identity is truly my burden. If I am not cautious enough, even if I sneeze at home, I will be heard by those who want to know in just one cup of tea. Jing Mo, you are afraid that there are so many eyes staring around my mansion."

Jing Mo had never experienced such a thing, and was stunned: "This, this, is this true? What are they staring at you? Are you lying to me and scaring me?"

Luo Kui sighed: "What did I lie to you? Jing Mo, think about why you came, think about why my grandfather died, isn't it strange?"

In the land without windows and wind, the candlelight shook violently, causing this inch of land to be stained with strange colors. Jing Mo's back spine tightened, and his body was covered in white-haired sweat. His heart trembled, and his face turned pale, like the bleak snow in winter. He sat on the ground in horror, shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, grandpa died of illness, and the doctor said the same thing, I, we have always been obedient and never offend others, so how can we get into trouble."

Luo Kui was a little worried, worried about Jing Mo's innocence and ignorance of the world, worried about his hardships in Qingzhou in the future, worried about his bad luck, sighed and shook his head: "Did my grandfather tell you nothing before he died?"

Jing Mo choked for a moment, opened his mouth and didn't know where to start. After thinking for a long time, he turned his head and frowned and said, "Grandpa, Grandpa only said that no matter when and where, you should not tell others about you, nor do you have any questions about you to others. Therefore, I have never mentioned you to Qu Lian these days, Akui, you, you." He looked panicked: "You, what do you know."

Luo Kui took a black tablet and slowly wiped the dust on her head. Her eyes were dim, her voice was low and sad, like the sound of the wind whimpering in the dark room: "Jing Mo, the ancestral hall of the Jing family is quite grand."

Jing Mo was slightly stunned, not understanding the reason why Luo Kui asked about these things, so he nodded subconsciously: "Aura, majesty, what's wrong."

Luo Kui lowered her head and gently stroked the tablet: "After my father passed away, there was no mourning hall or worship. Even the tomb could only be hidden in the shameful wilderness, and there was not even a tombstone." She raised her eyes and looked around the pale surroundings, and sighed: "On my father's death day, I can only hide here to worship him and say a few words to him."

Jing Mo knelt on the ground. At first he felt that it was a bit strange to worship his ancestors here, and it was not solemn and respectful enough. But later he thought that the Shui Luokui he knew had never valued rules. It was rare to be able to remember to worship his ancestors, so he didn't have to worry about where to worship him. But at first hearing Luokui's words, he was also shocked and said, "Why is this?"

Luo Kui placed the tablet upright on the altar and stared blankly: "I don't know much. Jing Mo. I only know that decades ago, the Jing family and the Shui family lived in Qingzhou for a long time, and their relationship was very close. But later, I don't know what the disaster caused. Ling Zun passed away. Fortunately, he did not implicate the Jing family and were convicted. In order to avoid suspicion, my grandfather took the Jing family to Yangzhou to settle down. My father also fell silent in Qingzhou. Our two families gradually disappeared from contact. Later, my father was convicted, which affected the Shui family, destroyed the ancestral hall, and cut off the inheritance."

In the square inch without wind, the candle fire was rushing for a while, and it was Luo Kui's breath that was swaying in shocking heart. Every word that burst out from every sentence, blinking the candle fire coldly. These words and sentences eliminated the bloody storm in the old things, and only picked up some gentle and slowly said, but this was the case, which still shocked the candle and scared people's hearts.

Jing Mo's heart became heavier the more he heard it. Finally, he heard it, his face changed drastically. He was so frightened that he couldn't help himself. He said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't know, I don't know anything, you, I, I, I, what can I do in the future?"

Luo Kui sighed, grandfather really felt sorry for Jing Mo, the only seedling in Jing family, and he was spoiled to him that he could not withstand the wind, frost, rain and snow. In contrast, his father was really cruel. He should be the one who was precious in gold and jade. He became a natural and natural nurturing. Could it be that he picked it up? But Su Zi was also picked up by his father, so why did he raise it so well? It seems that whether the raising is good or not has nothing to do with whom he gave birth to it, it depends on his talent.

She pinched a veil and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, these things have passed for more than ten years. Grandpa is the last person involved in this old thing. All the old things have nothing to do with you. Don't be afraid, it's just that you came to Qingzhou to avoid disaster, and I moved here to avoid disaster. Now the situation is chaotic, and there is no real freedom at first. It's just that who can last longer? The so-called future is long and good days are still coming. Do you think so?"
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