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She stretched out her hand forcefully, grabbed the hair of the two people, and died together.

After all, I was pregnant, and my belly was soaking in the water, and there was a little bloodshot in the turbid water soon.

Slowly, all three of them stopped moving.

After absorbing the plot, she sat up slowly.

She touched her neck, there was a circle on it, slightly raised, which was strangled by the rope.

Always be very careful when swallowing saliva.

Ye Qingming looked at his wrist, wearing a string of beads, this one was made of white jade, and there was a small emerald gourd on it.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the little gourd.

In the memory, her father's confession before his death suddenly appeared.

He said, this thing should be put away properly, and no one should touch it.

For Ye Qingming, this is the treasure handed down in the family, and it is naturally carefully preserved.

But for Ji Qingming, is this something hidden?

At the moment, she found a pair of scissors in the embroidery frame, cut through her hand, and dripped blood on the emerald gourd.

The blood flowed up the gourd, but left a trace, without showing anything.

Ji Qingming also had a faint expression. It turned out to be just a reverie of his own, and as expected, there were too many plots to travel through.

When I saw these things, I thought they were good things.

The cut wound on her finger was a bit deep, and a drop of blood fell on the gourd like this.

Inadvertently, she actually saw this emerald green gourd, which flashed red light suddenly, and finally returned to normal.

Ye Qingming frowned, knowing that her eyes didn't have flowers.

This gourd must have something.

However, this is not the world of cultivating immortals, nor is there any kind of spiritual energy. She looked at the gourd and felt that it was just an ordinary jade gourd.

Although she was holding it in her hand now, it was cold and there was no extra feeling, but the red light at that moment told her that these were not her illusions.

However, this is not the time to entangle this, Ye Qingming put the gourd bracelet on again in his hand.

She walked to the vanity mirror on one side, and she saw a beautiful face in the mirror.

The fourteen-year-old cardamom has never grown up yet, but she is just a beautiful girl.

Her skin was radiant and fair, and when she moved slightly, she could even see the flow of pearlescent light on her body.

A pair of bright eyes are like applying paint, turning slightly, making them boundlessly agile.

Because of the fair skin, the scar on her neck is even more shocking.

Ye Qingming's fingers gently stroked the scar on his neck.

It's time to hang yourself, which means that the things designed by aunt have succeeded.

She remembered the mocking tone of the maids who walked in before.

Ye Qingming frowned slightly, he was already at this point, it seemed to be very tricky.

She searched in the house for a long time, but did not find the letter from her cousin Ning Jinyan. Originally, that was the only evidence.

It is not there now. It is conceivable that she was framed by her aunt. Since she was framed, how did she fall behind.