An Jingqi nodded: "It's a pity that Fang Rong has never been there once. However, her daughter has been, and my mother should be very pleased."

Gu Junke was silent for a moment as he looked at An Jingqi. An Jingqi's mother is an important daughter of the An family. She has an indelible status in the An family, but she is also the most controversial woman in the An family.

Gu Junke looked at An Jingqi, and he really couldn't match the indifferent man in front of him with the boy who watched his mother die in front of him in the investigated information.

An Jingqi, who looked at Gu Junke who had been looking at him, gently tucked a strand of Gu Junke's hair behind his ears.

"You knew this a long time ago?" Gu Junke said.

"A little earlier than you."

"Then why didn't you say anything?!" Gu Junke pushed An Jingqi away, "What is the purpose of investigating my mother? An Jingqi! Do you want a kidney?"

An Jingqi was not angry when he saw Gu Junke push him away, but said with a smile: "You didn't ask me, but if you asked, I would tell you."

Gu Junke was stunned, that's right, he had never thought of asking An Jingqi, and he didn't know what happened today, so he just asked, but this man's frankness made Gu Junke feel that all his strength was on him

On the cotton, there is nowhere to hair.

"Okay, then tell me, what is the relationship between your mother and my mother, and why..." Gu Junke finally hesitated and looked at An Jingqi, "Why, there are two of them in that painting?"

That painting by Mr. Cangming that An Jingqi had tried so hard to get, that painting that An Jingqi had definitely wanted to get, was hung majestically in An Jingqi's study.

"Sure enough, the corrosive agent on the painting was my wife's handiwork~" An Jingqi pulled Gu Junke closer to his arms and breathed gently into Gu Junke's ear, which made Gu Junke's body feel a little...

The same feeling, "That's so smart."

It's like coaxing his own little daughter.

"An Jingqi!" Gu Junke wanted to struggle, but An Jingqi was pressed into his arms.

"Shh, be quiet." An Jingqi said softly, "I'm telling you."

Gu Junke looked at An Jingqi and didn't seem to believe that the man compromised so easily.

"There is no need to be so different. As long as you recognize the painting, I will tell you its story."

"What if I don't recognize it?"

"Then after the family sacrifice, he will be destroyed, and no one will ever know about the acquaintance between Mistress An and a girl named Fang Rong."

Seeing Gu Junke's puzzled expression, An Jingqi stood up, picked up Gu Junke, and then said: "Zhou Ang, study."

Zhou Ang immediately stood up, picked up the candlestick next to him, and walked in front of An Jingqi. Suoran also followed and protected behind Gu Junke.

The four of them came to An Jingqi's study on the second floor together. Due to the arrival of candlelight, there was a layer of warm yellow fog in the study.

There was a painting hanging on the wall in the middle of the room. The painting had always been covered with a piece of white cloth. At this time, An Jingqi put Gu Junke on the chair next to him and started from the side.

From the cabinet, he took out a pair of cartoon cotton slippers that looked like kittens, squatted down, and slowly put the shoes on for Gu Junke.

Zhou Ang is now completely accustomed to such a scene.

After An Jingqi put on Gu Junke's shoes, he nodded to Zhou Ang. Zhou Ang understood and pulled off the pendulum covering the painting.

On the picture are two women. They are sitting on the table in the garden of the villa, seeming to be drinking tea. The picture is beautiful and quiet, like a beautiful picture of best friends having afternoon tea, but it is worth noting

Yes, what these two women are wearing.

One of the women is wearing a retro palace tutu with a waistband that shows off her waistline perfectly, allowing the woman's curves to be perfectly shown to you, while the other woman is wearing something a little special. She seems to be wearing

It is an unknown ethnic minority costume, and her hair is like that of an ancient girl, with two small ponytails on both sides. It looks smart and cute, especially the thin meridian lines painted on her forehead.

The ultimate metal jewelry, both in terms of design and material, shows the designer's high level of craftsmanship and skills. This is not something that is as big as today's craftsmanship.

The two women were sitting together, as if they were from two different worlds, but the way they looked at each other seemed to be smiling brightly at each other in the same time and space.

"It's the moon lotus..." Gu Junke stepped forward and looked at the pattern on the skirt of the woman wearing ethnic minority clothing. Although it was small, it was a very realistically painted plant. That flower

, a plant that does not exist at this time, the moon lotus.

An Jingqi stepped forward, looked in the direction Gu Junke was looking, and said softly: "What?"

"Do you know Moon Lotus?" Gu Junke asked.

"Are you talking about this flower?" An Jingqi pointed at the pattern of the small flower pointed by Gu Junke.

Gu Junke nodded.

"I'm not sure whether she's called Moon Lotus, but what's certain is that it's called the Flower of Hell." An Jingqi looked at the painting and said, "There is this kind of flower in the murals of the ancient country of Lance. She bloomed in

Flowers on the road to hell.”

"The flower of hell, isn't it a datura?"

An Jingqi nodded: "The world does say that, but in another place we have a story that only appears in old people's oral traditions and fairy tales that are not worthy of belief. The Flower of Hell,
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