Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Chapter 245:

"Miss."

The servants put down their brooms one after another.

With heavy makeup on her face, Hua Feihua wore a red high-necked dress that blocked her neck, and nodded coldly: "Where's my mother?"

"Madam is in the study today." A maid respectfully led the way.

Hua Feihua hesitated, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then followed into the inner courtyard.

Shen Gunian turned his head to look at Jimo Qing, his starry eyes sparkled: go, go, go.

Seeing his excitement, Jimo Qing laughed dumbfoundedly, and reminded him: "The invisibility cloak..."

Shen Gunian's eyes lit up, yes, how could he forget this treasure?

Last time, Luo Yi helped him modify the invisibility cloak. In addition to strengthening the concealment, it can also be stretched freely.

The setting sun was shining by the window, Shen Gunian and Jimoqing wore invisibility cloaks and sneaked into the inner courtyard, standing behind the slightly open window outside the study.

In the study room, there is an incense burner on the brown wooden table, and the white smoke curls around the jade bowl where the pen is written. The gentle voice is full of kindness: "Fei'er, you are here."

Hua Feihua looked at the charming woman in front of her. It was Hua Feihua's biological mother Wen Yuanhong. A woman who was born as a dancer and finally succeeded in sitting on the Hua family's mistress, how could she be as weak as she looked.

Wen Yuanhong is a mortal without spiritual roots, but her appearance and temperament are somewhat glamorous.

"Mother." Before Hua Feihua could ask, Wen Yuanhong seemed to have insight into his inner thoughts, put down the brush in his hand, and beckoned: "Fei'er, come and have a look, mother's painting, how is it done?"

Hua Feihua was stunned for a moment, then stepped closer to the desk, and looked down at the painting with bold paint, full of death breath, and seemed to hide a glimmer of life.

Hua Feihua's deepest impression on her mother was the weak back of her mother kneeling outside his father's study for three days and three nights when her father found her son behind her.

Being a mother is strong, Wen Yuanhong loves him, there is no doubt about it.

It doesn't matter to Hua Feihua whether his mother is really involved in a certain matter, or whether she conceals or deceives. After he became sensible, he knew that he would not live long. Happy time.

These 19 years were all begged by his mother for him.

Also because of this incident, the mother lost the favor of the father, and was ordered not to leave the inner courtyard easily. Only some important festival banquets would allow the mother to show up.

"Fei'er, is it good-looking?" Wen Yuanhong asked softly, "You came to look for your mother with a lot of worries, did you encounter something?"

Hua Feihua withdrew her thoughts from the painting, nodded, and asked very calmly: "Mom, will I die?"

Wen Yuanhong looked at him silently, gently wiped off the thick makeup on Hua Feihua's face with a handkerchief, and said gently: "Didn't Fei'er know it since she was a child?"

Hua Feihua lowered her eyes, quietly clenched her fists, and asked, "Mother, how do you know about the Hua family's past?"

Wen Yuanhong was a little surprised when she heard the words: "Why did Fei'er suddenly think of these things today... Anyway, it's okay to tell you, Mother accidentally saw it from your father's study."

Hua Feihua didn't expect it to be like this. When he came, he still guessed from the bottom of his heart that his mother knew so much about the secrets of the Hua family that there must be hidden secrets.

Wen Yuanhong sighed: "You have never cared about anything since you were a child, but you have a special liking for swords. If you ask me like this today, who must have asked you when you were talking? Can you trust me to tell you?" Such secrets, are you from the same sect?"

Hua Feihua didn't expect her mother to guess it so quickly, and she didn't hide it. She said bluntly: "They found out that I was disguised as a woman, and I don't want to hide it from them. Anyway... I'm going to die too."

I'm going to die too, inexplicably with a bit of irony.

How could it be possible for Hua Feihua not to hold a bit of resentment for a person who controlled his own life and death and deprived him of the Hua family's right to live?

Unless, that's a saint.

The only thing Hua Feihua felt guilty about was to sacrifice for him. The son of the second uncle's family couldn't worry about his mother and sister. For the rest, he really had nothing extravagant to ask for.

At this time, Wen Yuanhong took out a thumb-sized blood-colored leaf from a dark corner next to the bookcase, which seemed to be formed by agglomerated blood clots, with a faint feeling of flow, and said, "Eat it..."

Hua Feihua was puzzled: "Mother, haven't I eaten this thing before?"

I still remember that when he was two years old, before he was sent to the poor family sect, his mother gave him once. After it entered his throat, he felt like he was on fire, excruciating pain.

Wen Yuanhong squinted, and said angrily: "Mother will not harm you, eat it."

Hua Feihua could only take it, threw the blood leaf into her mouth, and it immediately turned into a red light, sinking into her body.

Hua Feihua suddenly trembled all over her body, her fair face covered with thick makeup turned red like a fire, and her whole body exuded an extremely high temperature enough to melt people.

Hua Feihua gasped for breath, her facial features wrinkled in pain, she clutched her chest and fell to the ground, struggling silently.

Wen Yuanhong bit her lip and stood beside her, the worry in her eyes did not seem to be fake.

I don't know how long it took, about half an hour before Hua Feihua stopped struggling, lying on the ground and moving, breathing weakly.

Only then did Wen Yuanhong squat down in a hurry, and reached out to touch Hua Feihua's face, but was scalded by the scorching heat that hadn't dissipated.

"Fei'er, are you okay? How do you feel?"

Hua Feihua's pupils were a little distracted, and it took a long time to focus slowly, and said weakly, "Mom, I'm fine."

Wen Yuanhong's eyes were slightly red, and only then did she really let go of her heart, and said slowly: "Fei'er, there are many things, mother has unavoidable difficulties, but mother will never let you have an accident with Xinrui."

Hua Feihua felt that her mother had something to hide from him, and this matter was very important, but he couldn't let him know.

What else did Hua Feihua want to ask, just like taking the blood leaf for the first time, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did Wen Yuanhong call his servants and arrange Hua Feihua to rest in a side room.

After Wen Yuanhong and Hua Feihua left the study, Shen Gunian and Jimo Qing left and returned to the temporary residence.

Shen Gunian hurriedly pulled Jimo Qing's storage ring: "Where are the things?"

Without laughing or laughing, Jimo Qing took out the thing he was looking for from the storage ring, and that thing was the blood leaf that Wen Yuanhong gave Hua Feihua, and it was the token that Jimo Qing showed when entering Fengming City.

Shen Gunian carefully observed the blood leaf, and suddenly asked: "Could it be that the smell of the vermilion bird on Hua Feihua's body is because of this thing?"

Could it be that Hua Feihua can become Suzaku by taking this?