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Chapter 216 I think you will be scared

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    "The other day, the Marquis said that your uncle and I look very similar. Does the Marquis know your uncle?"

    The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He Nanzhou lost his temper because of Gu Yanting. He snatched the pillow from Gu Yanting and sat on the bedside. He rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you say you weren't interested before? Why don't you say it again?"  Have you changed your gender?¡±

    Gu Yanting pursed his lips and said nothing, just looking at He Nanzhou. Even if there were no lights in the room, He Nanzhou could imagine that Gu Yanting must have a few big words written on his face at this moment: "Do you like to talk or not?"

    I don¡¯t know how he grew up, but he has such a bad temper.

    He Nanzhou cursed, sorted out his thoughts and said: "I have never seen my uncle in person. I have only seen his portrait in my mother's room. You should also have heard that the Marquis of Yue'an is passed down from generation to generation, and each generation  He will not live to be thirty-five years old. Our ancestors are all investigating the cause of this matter. The Ruan family was originally hired to investigate this matter secretly. My uncle found out that this matter was related to the saint of Dongheng Kingdom, and took the caravan with him.  I went to Dongheng Kingdom once and then disappeared."

    "My mother has always had a good relationship with my uncle's brother and sister. In order to find my uncle, she planned to lure my father out of Hanjing. The two of them also went to Dongheng Kingdom once, but they never found my uncle. However, they shared weal and woe on the road and had a baby.  After returning home, they became husband and wife. For so many years, they never gave up looking for news about my uncle, but they kept trying in vain. Later, my father died young, and my mother focused on fasting and chanting Buddha's name, and stopped looking for my uncle."

    Gu Yanting listened carefully and immediately asked: "How did your father die?"

    The world only knows that the Yue'an Marquises in the past dynasties did not live long, and they would regret it and say that God is jealous of talents, but the specific reason is not clear.

    He Nanzhou closed his eyes and recalled that he had asked his mother the same question many times in the past ten years.

    This matter is a secret that cannot be told in the entire Yue'an Hou Mansion. Even the Nine-Five Supreme Lord does not know about it.

    After being silent for a while, He Nanzhou whispered: "My mother said he died of old age."

    Die of old age?

    Gu Yanting frowned. All the marquises of Yue'an were in their prime when they died. How could it be related to the word "Lao"?

    "You also find it incredible, don't you?" He Nanzhou asked, his tone a little mocking. Because of the darkness, he was still relatively relaxed. It was rare for him to tell a third person the secret, "Everyone knows that all the marquises of Yue'an  They don¡¯t live long, but they don¡¯t know that every Marquis of Yue¡¯an died of rapid aging shortly after his heir turned one year old.¡±

    Every new-born child seems to be feeding on his father's vitality, causing their bodies to collapse rapidly. Even if some of them were once famous military generals, they will not be spared.

    Gu Yanting had never seen such a thing happen with his own eyes, and to his ears he thought it was a fantasy. However, these words came from He Nanzhou's mouth, and Gu Yanting had no doubts about its authenticity.

    Gu Yanting thought for a while and asked He Nanzhou: "The Marquis said that your uncle found out before that this matter was related to the Saint of Dongheng Kingdom. How much does the Marquis know about the Saint of Dongheng Kingdom?"

    Speaking of this, He Nanzhou became more energetic. He was about to speak. Seeing that the surroundings were dark and Gu Yanting's face could not be seen, he cleared his throat and said, "This is even more mysterious. You should light a lamp first."  , I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll be scared.¡±

    I don¡¯t know who is afraid of being scared.

    Gu Yanting stood up and lit the lamp without exposing it.

    It was still very cold at night. He Nanzhou wrapped himself in a quilt and made a big rice dumpling. He sat comfortably in the middle of the bed. He carelessly asked Gu Yanting, "Are you cold? Do you want the waiter to send it to you again?"  Bed quilt?"

    "Need not."

    Gu Yanting readily refused and returned to the bed to sit down.

    His sitting posture is very bold, with his shoulders and back stretched, and his legs spread widely apart. Although he is dressed casually, he feels very oppressive.

    In the middle of the night, this posture seemed to be interrogating a prisoner. I don¡¯t know how Song Wan, who looked delicate and frail, could stand him.

    He Nanzhou slandered, pretending to be serious, and told Gu Yanting all the information he had investigated over the years.

    Donghengguo and Zhaoling are separated by a Nanling Mountain, and there is a plank road in the middle. Zhaoling has been in existence for more than 200 years. There have been wars and wars between Zhaoling and Donghengguo. There has been almost no contact in these decades.

    Regarding the saints of Dongheng Kingdom, there are records in the history of Zhaoling Kingdom that they are all selected to be women with extremely beautiful appearance. They are covered with veils all year round and will not show their true appearance to others, nor will they marry men and enjoy the pleasures of life.  After reaching a certain age, they will be sacrificed to heaven.

    Dongheng Kingdom believes in gods. After the saint is selected, her status in Dongheng Kingdom will be relatively high. However, when offering sacrifices to heaven, the saint will be cut., Song Wan couldn't even remember why he appeared here.

    She couldn't help but look at Chu Yichen and said, "Why can't I remember what I was doing before I fell asleep?"

    "You were painting," Chu Yichen helped her remember. "Mrs. Xu was gone that day, and you were in a bad mood. You started painting right after dinner. You must have stayed up too late and caught a cold at night."

    Ah, yes, she was painting that night.

    Song Wan remembered the portrait she painted of Gu Yanting, and what happened next?

    Song Wan had a headache thinking about it. He raised his hand to press his temples and frowned. Seeing that her expression was a little painful, Chu Yichen said warmly, "I've been here for the past three days and nothing special has happened.  Do not think too much."

    Song Wan didn't listen to Chu Yichen's words. She stared at her reflection in the basin, and after a moment, she pulled away the gauze around her neck.

    The skin under the gauze was smooth, white and tender, with nothing on it.

    Song Wan asked uncertainly: "Chu Yichen, should there be a wound on my neck?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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