Although he lost his past memory due to an accident, he was convinced that he was a member of the Qin family. He was happy to accept this identity.
As a junior member of the Qin family, and also because of his special physique, he was fortunate enough to be favored by the entire family. Especially the patriarch, who was more like his own grandfather and took good care of him and took care of him in every possible way.
According to the description of the tribe, after the tragedy that he had no memory of, the patriarch once said to the entire family: Qin Zhao is my own child. Even if he has no parents, I will never let him suffer the slightest injustice.
Every time Qin Zhao thought about it, he was moved beyond words. He felt sad for his past, and at the same time he was honored to grow up in such a family. He was willing to dedicate everything to the family, even if he had to pay for it every half month.
He is willing to give a bowl of blood.
The patriarch told him that he had the purest blood of the Qin clan flowing in his body. He was one in ten million of the "perfect bodies". His blood was crucial to the "revival" of the ancestor and was also the key to the revitalization of the Qin clan.
hope.
The Qin family needs his blood, and he is willing to donate it. For Qin Zhao, blood, a renewable thing, is as light as a feather and not worth it compared to the ancestor's body and the revitalization of the Qin family.
Mention.
"Qin Zhao"
"Master Qin"
Qin Zhao was walking in the large house. Everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, greeted him cordially and greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, hello, so are you." Qin Zhao responded politely, replying one by one. He walked very quickly, with long steps, three steps at a time and two steps at a time. Sometimes, the clan members were overly enthusiastic.
, it will also make him feel a little bit uncomfortable.
He crossed the flat bluestone path and crossed the twisting bamboo forest path, swaying three times, and gradually stopped. He slowly raised his head and looked at the small courtyard with red bricks and green tiles in front of him, feeling slightly excited. He took a deep breath
Taking a breath, trying to calm down his depressed mood, he walked forward and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
After a crisp voice, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old opened the door. She glanced around and saw a somewhat shy Qin Zhao.
"Master Qin."
"it's me"
Qin Zhao stuck out his tongue and said with some embarrassment: "Well, let me ask, is your lady here?"
"Yes. The weather is getting cold at this time of year, and we live in the North. The young lady is thin and doesn't go out much these days."
"Oh" Qin Zhao responded, pondered for a moment, and then said lightly: "Well, if it's okay, I've been very free recently, so I can come and relieve sister Ling'er's boredom."
"This..." The little maid hesitated to speak, as if she had something to hide.
"inconvenient?"
"No." The little maid bit her lip, and after a while she finally made up her mind and said seriously: "What our lady means is that you don't want to come here anymore."
"Why?" Qin Zhao was so anxious that he almost shouted, which really shocked the little maid.
"Because... there is no reason. In short, the young lady just doesn't want to see you." After the little maid finished speaking, she immediately closed the door without giving Qin Zhao time to react. Then, there was only a "click" and the door was locked.
"I... No, why?" Monk Qin Zhao was confused and hesitated outside the gate for a long time. He had no choice but to return in frustration.
At night, it's cool.
A thin and graceful figure sat leaning against the window. She looked through the gap in the window at the hazy sky. For a long time, she may have been tired of looking at it, so she asked quietly: "Is that Qin Zhao here again today?
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"Miss, here we come." During the day, the little maid, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, was holding a kettle and said slowly, "I told him according to the wishes of the miss, and asked him not to come again in the future."
"Okay." The graceful figure responded, and her eyes moved from the window back to the room. The little maid poured her a cup of tea, and she looked at the lingering heat, lost in thought for a long time.
"Miss!"
After a long time, the little maid interrupted her reverie and said cautiously: "But according to the wishes of the patriarch, each of us must get closer to Qin Zhao."
"But we all know that he is not Qin Zhao. There has never been a Qin Zhao in the Qin family before."
"I don't dare." The little maid suddenly knelt down and said with a cry: "I don't know anything."
"Okay, you go down." The slim figure waved her hand, and the little maid quietly retreated...
In Nuo Da's room, Qin Ling'er sat alone, her brows furrowed, biting her lip, looking a little upset.
As a direct descendant of the Qin family and the beloved apple of everyone's eye, he would rarely be as upset as he is now.
She really has some different feelings towards Qin Zhao, and at the same time, she also understands the meaning of his existence. On the one hand, she undeniably has a good impression of Qin Zhao; on the other hand, out of reason, she also understands that as Qin Zhao
A true direct descendant of a family must be ruthless.
But why does she stop every time she is cruel? Why does she feel a little heartache when she thinks of Qin Zhao?
Deep in the deep Qin family compound.
Qin Lie sat on a palm-wide stone chair, with his eyes closed, listening to the man in black kneeling in front of him.
"That is to say, Qin Zhao has some serious thoughts about Ling'er." Suddenly, when the man in black reached a certain point, Qin Lie suddenly opened his eyes and said sternly: "That little bastard is so bold.
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"Lord, what should we do?" The man in black approached and asked humbly.
"Hmph—" Qin Lie gave a long cold snort, slapped the handrail, and said loudly: "Marry Ling'er. When it's time for her to get married, she will be given to...that...Cheng family.
.The Cheng family has been doing well in Lingzhou in recent years and has shown goodwill to us many times. It is a force that can be united."
"My Lord is wise, I will do it now."
"As soon as possible, I want to put an end to that kid's thoughts. A pig that has been kept in captivity dares to covet its owner! It's really a shame!" Qin Lie was furious and his words were very fierce.
"yes"
The man in black retreated in time, as fast as lightning.
Qin Zhao was very annoyed. Even though the garden was full of scenery, he couldn't stop for a moment. He kept stamping his steps, and his heart was tangled with thousands of knots.
"How could this happen? Why does Ling'er suddenly not want to see me again? What did I do wrong? Or said something wrong?" Qin Zhao guessed randomly, looking east and west for a while.
It turns out that he really cares about this matter.
"Master Qin Zhao!"
A sudden shout brought Qin Zhao, who was almost in a daze, back to his senses. He followed the sound and immediately beamed with joy. The person who called him was none other than Qin Ling'er's personal maid.
"Um, did your lady ask you to come to me?" Now Qin Zhao's only concern is Qin Ling'er.
"Exactly, the young lady asked me to pass it on to you if she has something to say."
"Speak soon." When Qin Zhao thought of the secret message that Qin Ling'er had entrusted to him, he became extremely anxious and couldn't wait for a moment.
"The lady said...she thanks you for your kindness, but it is absolutely impossible between you."
"What?"
a bolt from the blue!
Qin Zhao could never have imagined that Ling'er, who had always been gentle and gentle, would say such words and give such a fierce rejection to his still vague love.
"Miss, do you have any other instructions?" Qin Zhao covered his chest, his face pale. The little maid's words were more lethal than the landslide and tsunami, and Qin Zhao, who was weakened by long-term bloodletting, almost couldn't support it.
live.
"Yes, there is one last sentence." The little maid paused, "Miss said, the Qin family is different from what you think. This place... is not your home."
"What do you mean!?" This sentence without any reason made Qin Zhao completely confused. After Qin Ling'er expressed her rejection to him, why did she add this irrelevant sentence?
It's unreasonable and unbelievable.
"Any more?"
"Gone"
"Oh" Qin Zhao responded subconsciously, his thoughts already flying to the sky. On the one hand, Qin Ling'er's face lingered in his mind; on the other hand, the words "This is not your home"
The big words kept ringing in his ears.
This is not my home!
How can it be!
Qin Zhao denied himself, but found that he could not convince himself, and could not suppress the panic that surged from deep inside his heart like a tide.
"This is not my home, so where is my home?" Qin Zhao was possessed. He repeated this sentence over and over again, his mind already going blank. He was wandering aimlessly, relying only on instinct.
Not long after Qin Zhao left here, a black shadow flashed out from the thick night. There was a flash of cold light, and there was a "whoosh" sound, and the little girl who was delivering the message for Qin Ling'er was separated from her body in an instant.
, died on the spot.
"You talkative servant." A gloomy murmur came from the shadows. He gently put away the weapon and disappeared into the darkness again...
"This is not my home, where is my home?"
"This is not my home, where is my home?"
Qin Zhao was like a walking zombie at the moment, repeating mechanical movements and mumbling the same words back and forth.
"This is not good. Is he about to awaken?" Someone whispered in the darkness.
"Who am I? Is it me Qin Zhao?"
"not good!"
A black shadow jumped out of the darkness, sealed Qin Zhao's hole with two fingers, lifted him up, and used his internal energy to fly into the air.
This unexpected situation was completely unexpected and completely overwhelmed him. All he could do was to hand over the abnormal Qin Zhao to his master as soon as possible.