6557: Mistress's things

Mistress's things

After su Xianghui followed Lou Wenmao into the main hall, Lou Wenmao helped Gu ningshuang back to her room to rest.1

Lou Wenmao sat beside su Xianghui and touched her head."Are you tired?"

Su Xianghui shook her head."I'm not tired. Everything feels so fresh."

Lou Wenmao saw the bright light in su Xianghui's eyes and smiled gently. He lowered his head and kissed su Xianghui's forehead."Be good. It's tiring to travel. You should sleep first."

Although su Xianghui did not say that she was tired, Lou Wenmao's heart ached when he saw her haggle.

Su Xianghui didn't want Lou Wenmao to worry, so she nodded and went to rest as he said.

When su Xianghui woke up, she didn't see Lou Wenmao. She asked the maidservant, but the maidservant hesitated and didn't know how to report to Madam.

Su Xianghui frowned and looked at the servant girl."Is there something that I can't know?"

The maidservant quickly knelt down."Please forgive us, Madam. The palace master's whereabouts and matters are not something we can ask about."

Su Xianghui was a modern person and was not used to seeing people kneel.

"Quickly get up, I was just asking."

Su Xianghui seemed to have thought of something and said,""Your old palace Lord has a daughter. Is she still alive?"

The maidservant's expression changed and she stammered,""Yes, she's still alive. The palace Master had her locked up."

Su Xianghui nodded. In fact, it was no wonder that Lou Wenmao's junior Sister wanted to kill Lou Wenmao. The blood murder Palace was such a powerful force that it made people covet it.

"This time, do you know who was behind the assassination of your Palace Master?" su Xianghui continued to ask.

"It was done by the dark transformation gang. The palace Master has already sent people to destroy the dark transformation building."

Su Xianghui's expression changed when she heard this. As a modern person, she was still not used to the social system of ancient times.

In the pugilistic world, the power had the final say.

Luckily, Lou Wenmao was the palace Master of the blood kill Palace. To her, he was a very strong backing. She didn't need to worry about anything.

It was better to lean against a big tree for shade.

For the rest of the time, su Xianghui did not think about anything else. She ate and drank well in the blood massacre Palace. Although Lou Wenmao was very busy, he spent most of his time accompanying her every day.

Afraid that she would be bored, Lou Wenmao also told her many interesting things. They were things that he used to do in the underworld.

Su Xianghui would listen to him with great interest every time as if she was listening to a story.

Later on, su Xianghui's stomach got bigger. Lou Wenmao was worried that she would miss her mother, so he sent a message to the four great guardians and asked them to bring mother su over to accompany su Xianghui.

Su Xianghui was impressed by Lou Wenmao's attentiveness.

However, when Su Yan's mother appeared in the blood slaughter Palace and saw something inside, her expression changed."Who ... Who does this belong to? where did you get it?" Su Xianghui saw the thing in her mother's hand. It was a silk bag, but the workmanship was more exquisite. It was usually unremarkable and was hung on the wall of the study room.

However, when she saw her mother's pale face and trembling hands, su Xianghui felt that the silk bag seemed to be very important.

Su Xianghui went to ask Lou Wenmao. Lou Wenmao was also surprised."This is something that master never leaves his side. When master left, he was not willing to take it with him. He left it in the blood kill Palace, saying that it was for master's wife to see the glory of the blood kill Palace."

Su Yan's mother stood stiffly for a long time. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were red."Wen ... Wen Mao ... Can you take me to see what your master left behind?"

When she spoke, mother SU's voice was choked with sobs.

Su Xianghui had never seen her mother sing like this before. She did not know what was wrong with her mother.

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