Chapter 300

"However, the saint is only twenty-eight years old, which is really not in line with her mother's age..." Mo Qingge couldn't understand it anyway.

"Age is just an empty number." Gu Mian did not change her color and interrupted her.

"What do you mean?"

"Ge'er, although the people you asked are all from Qiyun temple, they may not be the closest ones to the saint." Gu Mian Mo said faintly, "therefore, their words are not necessarily reliable, and what they see is not necessarily true."

"This..."

With these words, Mo Qingge came to realize.

"However, Shangguan Feng was brought up by a saint. His relationship with the saint should be close enough." Mo Qingge still has doubts.

"Not to mention Shangguan Feng's words, they are not credible." Gu Mian Mo sniffed, "even if he didn't lie, what he saw may not be true."

"Even what he saw may not be true. What else is true?" A little lost in the eyes of Mo Qingge.

"If you want to know the truth, ask the person closest to the saint." Gu mianmo blurted out.

People closer than Shangguan Feng.

"Then I..."

Gu Yinmo interrupted her: "I think the closest person to the saint is not necessarily in Qiyun hall."

"You're right." Mo Qingge nodded, "the people who serve in the water moon hall are all sent by the temple owner. The saint has been in a coma for many years, and the servants who are really waiting on her side may not stay in the water moon hall now."

Maybe we can learn something from those people.

"Geer, I'll send someone to find out for you." Gu mianmo blurted out.

"Good." Mo Qingge nodded and agreed.

Uncle Huang went to check for her. Naturally, it could not be more secure.

"Give me a kiss." He started again.

Ink song low eyes, Baji a kiss fell down.

"Good boy." He smiles.

In the next few days, Mo Qingge went to treat the saint every day.

Although she tried her best, she could still feel that the saint's body was getting worse and worse.

And for the saint, Mo Qingge is more and more curious, always want to have a sneak look.

This day, she saw no one around, pretending to lift the curtain, want to see the saint's face again.

"Qingge!"

Who knows, just started, was scolded by a cold voice.

Mo Qingge was stunned and turned around: "the Lord of the palace?"

Is he a ghost? When did he come in?

Shangguanjing approached a little, and his tone was very polite: "sorry, Qingge, our Qiyun hall has the rules of Qiyun hall. The appearance of the saint can't be seen by others at will, so I hope you can understand."

"It's OK. I just want to check the heart of the saint." Mo Qingge prevaricates the past.

"I misunderstood." Shangguanjing smiles, but he is still alert.

"No harm."

Mo Qingge smiles, then gives up the idea for a while, and gets up to leave the inner hall.

After she left, shangguanjing called the maid and bodyguard in the inner hall and told them:

"Listen, even Qingge girl can't see the true face of the saint. Don't let her break the rules, you know?"

"Yes

Back in the courtyard, Yunran waited in front of the door and whispered, "Miss, the Lord asked you to go to the side room."

Her voice is very small, for fear that the wall has ears.

"I see."

Mo Qingge turns around and carefully pushes open the door of the side room. The light inside is dim.

"Uncle Huang..." Mo Qingge glanced in a hurry and found that Mo Xingchen was also in the room, "brother, are you there?"

In addition, there was a woman standing in the room, looking forty or fifty.

This is

"Miss!"

When the woman saw Mo Qingge, she came forward and hugged her shoulder as if she had seen her relatives.

Mo Qingge's eyebrows slightly frowned, and subconsciously stepped back: "you recognize the wrong person, I'm not your miss."

"No, how can I admit my mistake?" The woman shook her head. "Miss, you and master Xingchen will never forget!"

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Qingge's heart slightly "clattered" for a while, and threw a puzzled look at Gu Mian Mo, "Uncle Huang, is she?"

"She used to be the maid of the saint, tassel." Take care of the ink on the bed and open your lips lightly.

"Tassel..." for the maidservant's name, Mo Qingge is strange.

She had all the memories of the original owner in her mind, and she had already begun to remember the year when her mother died, so she did not remember that there was such a close servant girl.

No matter the name or face, there is no impression.

Gu Mian's Mo Mou was like a hawk falcon. He glanced at the tassel and said coldly, "all that should be explained to your master. If you say half a lie or nonsense, I will gouge out your eyes and cut off your hand."

Languid tone, but can not help but let the fringes hit a chill.

"Yes, yes..."

"Miss." As a result, Liusu had to explain honestly, "the maidservant followed the saint for more than 20 years. Later, the saint was poisoned and unconscious. The temple master dismissed all the people around the saint, and most of them were killed. Only the maidservant survived."

"Why did the Lord do this?" Mo Qingge asked.

"The saint's status is noble and special. The people who serve her know her better. They know too much about her. The Lord of the temple was afraid that the slaves would leak out, so he had to give a killing order." The tassel answered truthfully.

And she was the only maid who survived.

"I see." Mo Qingge nodded slightly.

This is a reasonable statement.

Then she asked, "are you sure I'm your lady?"

"Of course I'm sure." Tassel's tone, very affirmative, "young lady and young master probably don't remember maidservant, maidservant in Anping Marquis house, call Su son."

"Su'er..." brother and sister look at each other, probably have an impression of the name.

That's my mother's maid!

Seeing that they didn't quite believe it, tassel immediately put on a pair of invisible human skin mask, and her appearance suddenly changed.

"Young lady, young master, in those days, the maidservant also changed his appearance and stayed by the saint's side!"

After putting on the human skin mask, Mo Xingchen takes a closer look and is surprised.

This face... Is really aunt Su's face!

When his mother died, he had already begun to remember things. How could he not remember the appearance of his mother's servant girl.

But Mo Qingge has no feeling for some pictures in the memory of the original owner.

For a moment, Mo Xingchen was a little excited: "so, the saint is our mother, right?"

His tone, impatient, full of hope and uneasiness.

Tassel nodded gently: "young master, please keep your voice down. All the saints in Qiyun hall are ^ *, if you let them know that the saints have broken the precepts, it will be a death penalty!"