Regarding the Hetian jade matter, Hua Rong wanted to secretly exchange it for it according to Liang Youzhao's statement, but the matter had already made everyone in the courtyard aware of it. If he did it again, it would damage his reputation.

Fortunately, the Jiang family didn't know who they heard it from, and the Huafu family had a huge quarrel over the Hetian jade, so they took the initiative to return it, saying that the gift was too expensive and they were afraid of offending the newlyweds. Hua Rong didn't say anything.

If you're being polite, I'll just accept it.

Another day passed.

The coral bracelet in the handkerchief was placed in front of Li Qinghan's eyes. She looked left and right and found that since the water droplets on it dried, the strange fragrance disappeared. But because of this, she felt even more strange, so

She frowned and looked at it intently. Just as she was about to reach out and touch it, Xinlan walked in from outside.

"Miss, I followed your instructions yesterday and rewarded that slave with two taels of silver." Seeing that Li Qinghan was still studying the bracelet, Xinlan couldn't help but become curious, "Miss, is there anything strange about this bracelet?"

Li Qinghan shook his head and showed a strange expression, "I don't know either. I always feel that this bracelet has lost its previous color and is actually a little dull."

"My slave, you didn't see anything strange!" Xinlan squatted in front of the table, but she didn't see what Li Qinghan's doubts were.

Wrapping the bracelet with a handkerchief, Li Qinghan sighed, "That's all. My uncle asked me to go to his study in Shenshi. He said he wanted to see me for something. Xinlan, please put it away for me."

Li Qinghan straightened his sleeves, stood up and left.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and it had already entered early summer. Only the green leaves of the cherry blossom trees along the way were left, and the lotus leaves in the lotus pond were floating on the river in large pieces. The smell of summer was everywhere. Li Qinghan was wearing an emerald flowered crepe skirt.

The posture is meandering, the figure is swaying, and she is as beautiful as a fairy.

Li Qinghan quickly arrived at Hua Rong's study. After the waiter informed him, Li Qinghan walked in.

Hua Rong was writing at the table. On the white rice paper, he held the brush in his hand and swung it down, penetrating the back of the paper and penetrating into the wood. Li Qinghan walked in and saw that what he wrote was Li Bai's "Jin Jin".

"Qinghan, what do you think of my uncle's handwriting?" Hua Rong's calm voice came, and Li Qinghan smiled and admired it carefully, "The handwriting moves like flying, and the paper falls like clouds."

"Haha!" Hua Rong put down her pen and admired it for herself. Then she glanced at Li Qinghan, whose kind face reminded her of her father who was far away in the capital.

"My uncle came back early to tell you that the capital has sent people to spread the news. It is estimated that you will leave in Jinzhou within ten days."

Li Qinghan ducked away, picked up the tea cup from the table, and said calmly: "Qinghan knows."

As a result, when Li Qinghan handed over the tea, Hua Rong shook his head and said, "You don't know, your mother is seriously ill and is already dying."

This sentence made Li Qinghan feel like he was struck by lightning, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"She is my sister. She used to be the one who loved me the most. Later, she married your father, but she became a concubine. Now she is still seriously ill at such a young age." There was something indescribable in Hua Rong's tone.

Feeling sad.

He thought that Li Qinghan would cry, make trouble, and fall down in front of him and cry bitterly.

However, Li Qinghan only turned pale, with a palm-sized face, trembling lips, and her white and plump little hands tightly holding the hem of her clothes.

Hua Rong felt great pity in his heart, thinking that no matter how strong Li Qinghan was, she was only a thirteen-year-old girl. There was no way such a major matter could be passed off so lightly.

"Qinghan..." Hua Rong's voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

Hua Rong was shocked when he saw Li Qinghan suddenly kneeling down towards him. Li Qinghan said firmly: "Please allow me to leave early and rush back to the capital."

Hua Rong frowned. Originally, the Prime Minister had sent someone to pick her up, but she had to leave early, which would cause chaos.

"Uncle, please understand my current mood and let me leave early!" After speaking, Li Qinghan kowtowed deeply to him, "I think if it were you, you would do the same!"

Hua Rong was shocked. Li Qinghan's performance was still too calm.

"Since you insist on this, then I'll let you do it. When do you plan to leave?" Hua Rong helped Li Qinghan up and asked with concern.

"About five days later!" Li Qinghan thought about it for a while, and made sure to say goodbye to his grandmother before leaving. She is a very rigid person. If you go, she won't look good on you. If you don't go, she will say you don't understand the rules.

Nodding, Hua Rong stopped urging, "You make the decision."

"Uncle, Qinghan has taken his leave first." Li Qinghan blessed him respectfully and stepped back with small steps.

Touching his beard, Hua Rong looked at Li Qinghan's leaving figure and frowned. The only flaw of Li Qinghan was that he valued love and justice too much. For the sake of the Huang family, he ended up in this situation with the Jiang family.

pity.

Li Qinghan walked out of the study, looked at the clouds floating in the sky, and tugged at the corner of her mouth. Looking at her appearance, Xinlan knew that she was missing her mother, so she couldn't bear to disturb her and followed quietly without saying a word.

"I'm afraid, after eight years of absence, I will only see a corpse when I go back." After a long time, Li Qinghan stretched out his hand to touch the willow branch, his voice seemed weak.

"Miss, don't worry, it won't happen. Although the madam is just a concubine, the affection between her and the Lord is still there, and the Lord will not just watch her leave." The lady Xinlan mentioned here is Li Qinghan's biological mother, Fahrenheit.

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A silent sigh passed through the gentle wind and reached Xinlan's ears. In fact, she was also very worried.

Feixu found Li Qinghan in a hurry, his face was pale, and he rushed to her side and whispered a few words in her ear. Li Qinghan's face changed drastically and he said in disbelief: "How could this happen?"

"It's true, miss, the two men died of poison yesterday and died this morning." Feixu shuddered all over, even his fingers were trembling.

Xinlan was startled, looked at Li Qinghan, then at Feixu, and asked: "Are you saying that the two people who touched the bracelet are dead, or are all three dead?"

"Only the two people who touched the bracelet died, and the other one is alive and well."

Xinlan turned her head and said eagerly to Li Qinghan: "Miss, is there something wrong with that bracelet?"

With a dark face, Li Qinghan said in a deep voice: "It's definitely something!" After saying that, he kicked his feet and returned to the yard without stopping.

If it is really the problem with the bracelet, it would be a bit strange.

This was given to her by her half-sister when she left. Inferring from this, the person she wants to harm is herself!

Soon they returned to the yard. Li Qinghan ordered them to close the door and no one was allowed to come in. She strode to the dressing table, rummaged through the box and found the handkerchief wrapped in the bracelet, and placed it vigorously on the table.

"Feixu, bring me a glass of water!" Li Qinghan ordered in a low voice.

Taking the water cup in Feixu's hand, he poured some water on the bracelet. After a while, a scent of strange art overflowed. Li Qinghan was shocked and said: "Go get hot water!"

Feixu took another cup of hot water and poured it on the bracelet. After a while, the fragrance slowly turned into a stench. After a while, the red bracelet immediately turned black.

Li Qinghan quickly covered his nose, and the other two followed suit.

Unexpectedly, there was something really fishy, ​​two people had been killed, and the one who was originally harmed was her. Fortunately, she was too young to wear it, so she put it away. It was still early summer, not enough to make her sweat, otherwise,

She is already dead!

With a forceful wave, she overturned the table, and even the handkerchiefs and handkerchiefs placed on it fell to the ground. Li Qinghan stared at the things on the ground fiercely, and something called deception and betrayal slowly spread in his heart.

She felt extremely scared. She often thought that her eldest sister Li Hongrao was a gentle and kind-hearted woman, but she was really so sentimental! Li Hongrao was only one year older than her. How could he be so scheming at that age? It should be her mother, the one who looked like

The kind-hearted mistress Zhao!

Such ulterior motives simply made her feel terrified.

"Miss!" Xinlan called hurriedly.

Slowly closing his eyes, Li Qinghan tried hard not to get too excited, "Don't tell anyone about this. As for those two men, just bury them. Give their families some more money, just say it."

He slipped and fell into the water and died."
Chapter completed!